Been here the whole time

Remi felt desperate. Desperate to hold onto what had been in and out of his reach for the past few weeks (had it been weeks? It was so hard to say given all that had transpired). Remi's hands wound possessively around Loren, drawing him near and refusing to give up so much as an inch. He'd let the magician go too many times and was not eager on making that mistake ever again. But he was also desperate to know and to have and to hold and though his love for the Launceleyn was unconditional and without end, Remi too felt the same hostility towards time and the potential for interruptions. Perhaps admitting his feelings for Loren should have been the culmination of all of this, and yet it wasn't. It wasn't just about the sex of course, but in this moment, for Remi at least, he needed this in a way which was replete with so much more significance than he could give voice to. He needed it to happen so that it had happened. So that if nothing else, at least something shared would be established between the two. Both melting and stiffening in obvious ways beneath Loren's roaming hand, as all conceivable space was eliminated between them, Remi gasped, sucking the air from Loren's mouth and releasing it again in a determined and shaky pant. With a low growl to match Loren's own, Remi tightened his grip of Loren's hip and forced himself back slightly. Like their last rendezvous it was now Remi's turn to consider potential patrons and what that meant for what was about to happen. There wasn't sound to consider (not really, especially with all of Tristan's clanging and banging going on next-door), but there was no lock on the front door either; no closed sign. With hands the belayed none of Remi's internal frenzy, he grabbed the bottom of Loren's shirt and moved to swiftly pull it over the man's head, tracing a line of kisses and tugs of his teeth as the flesh of his chest was revealed. Once again Remi was reminded to ask the Launceleyn about the extensive scarring on his body, but he only cared about that information tangentially just now. He should have been slowly and more devoted to the revealed landscape of Loren's body, but there was still so much clothing between them and what felt like so little time. "Come." Remi whispered, a sliver of a smile on his face, but mostly his expression was one of unquenched desire and rapt determination. The innuendo was there of course, but the alchemist clearly didn't mean the wordplay in passing. Turning and quickly removing his own shirt (which would reveal a number of still-healing wounds that were quite clearly from an animal's claws over his arms and back), Remi would grab Loren's hand and direct him into the smallish room at the back of the shop. It wasn't large by any means, but it would do. Better still, it had a door. Not one which locked, but it was a barrier nonetheless. remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence