to boldly go

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Someone should tell them to stop, to think, to not go at each other where anyone can see. But with Remi's wings around Isla and Isla's teeth in Remi, they might as well have been in their own little world.

Breathless against her, Remi's eyes roll back into his head as he feels the bright snarl of her teeth through his skin. The pain is exquisite, as it the scent of his own blood that coaxes to life a very different part of himself, though one that's no less keen. His moan is one of greedy relief as his cheek lolls against her, the back of her head still supported by his hand, still relentless in its pressure. 'I don't..' He pants against her, wincing with excruciating frustration as her hips press against his.

Despite her fingers tugging at his clothes, Remi can't pull away for fear of losing her again. Even a second away would be an agony he couldn't stand. Even so he's as hasty as she is in wanting more; his hand carelessly finds its way beneath her shirt, his palm and reaching fingers nearly enough to cover the entirety of her lower back. '..I shouldn't..' But of course he does.