what have I done

His body spasmed and twitched as her tongue lazily surrounded him, his claws digging into the fabric of the chair before slouching blissfully back. Exhaling a steady stream of air upwards that made one of his curls raise and bounce out of the way, he looked down at the medic through heavy lids. He should have felt embarrassed or flustered given what had just happened—one of his closest friends here having just drank his blood and then coaxed him to orgasm all in a matter of minutes after having found her tear-stained and barefoot in the snowy streets—but he didn't. With a sly and crooked smile, Remi adjusted himself back into his pants looking down at her with a breathy chuckle. "Yes but—" Tapping his fingertips against the chair (his claws had all but disappeared now), "—it looks like I have a new sewing project for the morning." Briefly thoughts of saying thank you or you didn't have to do that crossed his mind, but went unsaid. If anything would make this situation awkward it would be thanking Isla and the alchemist very much doubted he could make the medic do something she didn't want to do. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way