every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Like a slip of moonlight cast onto the dark bed, Isla doesn't even look real. She's too perfect for that, with her dusty silver cheeks, her pebble-blue stare covered by shadows and a wave of her golden hair, and a body he wants to ravish as much as worship stretched out before him. 'Presumptuous of you.' He notes with a grin, as if she isn't absolutely right. He does want to taste her, to lose himself in the heat, and to feel the tension of her thighs around him.
Carelessly dropping her clothes onto the floor, Remi stretches out a hand, tracing a line with a single claw from between her shoulder blades down to her lower back. It's there that his other hand joins, his thumbs perfectly moulding against the line where the back of her thighs meet her ass, that he might spread her legs and raise her hips at the same time with insistent fingers and strong hands.
With fully-clawed hands now, Remi rakes his fingers up the back of one of Isla's thighs, his fingers spreading outward to clasp the half-sphere of the medic's ass. With a latent moan that shivers into a growl, the alchemist presses his lips between her thighs that she might be forced to feel the breaths he needs that she does not. "Is...la.." He whispers, and it's on the l of her name that his tongue plunges into her and his fingers properly grasp her raised hips, hitching her fully against his waiting mouth.
Carelessly dropping her clothes onto the floor, Remi stretches out a hand, tracing a line with a single claw from between her shoulder blades down to her lower back. It's there that his other hand joins, his thumbs perfectly moulding against the line where the back of her thighs meet her ass, that he might spread her legs and raise her hips at the same time with insistent fingers and strong hands.
With fully-clawed hands now, Remi rakes his fingers up the back of one of Isla's thighs, his fingers spreading outward to clasp the half-sphere of the medic's ass. With a latent moan that shivers into a growl, the alchemist presses his lips between her thighs that she might be forced to feel the breaths he needs that she does not. "Is...la.." He whispers, and it's on the l of her name that his tongue plunges into her and his fingers properly grasp her raised hips, hitching her fully against his waiting mouth.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
