Make the most out of no time

Remi too was aware that there was something like a moment was creeping up on them, but he felt too conflicted—too confused—to do anything but try and still his breathing as Sam leaned against the tree, more or less forcing the bulkiness of their outerwear together. Luckily Sam was not as frozen as the alchemist was, and Remi found his hand once again in Sam's, though this time gloveless. With something like surprise he felt the gentle sensation of Sam's fingers against the sensitive skin of palm, his eyes falling helplessly towards the ascended's lips. "Sam—" He started to say, pausing to glance over the man's shoulder thinking he'd seen movement, but too quickly redirecting his focus back to the man before him, who had to realize just what it was he was doing. Swallowing down a breath that wanted to rasp from beneath his lips, Remi blinked for a moment, not really at all hearing the question asked of him at first. Tilting his head slightly to the side, flashes of blue danced before his eyes. Loren, Ianto, Rory, and now Sam. They all had blue eyes. "I suppose I have always liked blue eyes." He whispered, though just then, his eyes weren't focused on Sam's eyes at all, but his lips, and— —consequences. Recklessness. He will get hurt because of you. Movement. Large. Predatory. "SAM—" Remi suddenly whispered sternly, the soft and explorative expression on his face now gone, replaced with something hard and fierce. Folding his fingers around the ascended's hand, he tried to pull Sam to him, his eyes now locked on something behind the ascended. "Do...not...move.." He whispered mostly into Sam's hair, his body now stiff and his breath held. remi Too long till I drown in your hands