Hot Date

Remi nodded attentively as Sam trailed off. But. In the moments before his friend started to speak again the alchemist tried not to fixate on the unfathomable pleasure Sam's teeth had caused, the surge of indescribable want. Even now words escaped his mind to try and in any way justify the ascended biting him again, and yet...like any good addict, he thought that perhaps he could justify just a little bit more. It would feel so good for both of them, and, and, and.. Finding his hand suddenly in Sam's, Remi blinked a bit bewildered, fully expecting a near-interrogation level of questioning. Desperately he wanted to believe that his friend knew what he was doing—(was this what Jigano thought of him..?)—and yet his enthusiasm and eagerness made Remi think that he had not thought through the ramifications at all. "Yes." Remi said gently, returning the squeeze against his hand. "Of course I do Sam. You were so upset that day in the cave, and not only because..." Remi blinked and looked down uncertainly with a half-smile as if to reassure himself. "...because of what happened—" (or didn't) "..and again when I came to see you at your house." Conjuring another feather in his free hand, Remi gently turned Sam's hand over, unlacing it from his own. Intentionally and with great slowness, Remi began to trace errant patterns against the ascended's palm with the spine of the feather, not pausing his movements but allowing his eyes to flicker up to Sam's face every so often. "I...I did not want you to think I only created the patch because of what happened." Looking up in earnest now, green eyes searching blue, Remi tried to smile but worry tugged down at the corners of his lips. "I promise you it was not because of that. I just wanted you to be happy, Sam." REMI I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close