catching fire

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

She's talking again, and he can hear it, but it's almost as if his brain is listening to her words but just not filling him in on what's being said. Especially with his hands against her, he can feel the electric highs and lows of her thoughts and is more than happy to let himself be carried away in the peaks and valleys of her emotions.

...I have missed you this week..

That, he hears and feels. He's thought about kissing Isla before, drunk on the chemicals she poured into him. But never did he think sober of her bite, that it would be something he found himself thinking of. And not just thinking of, but tangled around until he was hopelessly bound by the idea of it.

And what of it?

Sipping in a hasty breath, his expression one of vague confusion toward this strange physical inclination, and boyish optimism, Remi leans forward to kiss Isla. But not just kiss her as she had done to him, quick and bristling with excitement, but to kiss her. Its been years since the alchemist has had a first kiss, and he finds his mind suddenly worried about the bristliness of his beard, if the way his tongue seeks out hers is too much, if it's all too much. But gods he can't stop himself, and most telling, he finds he doesn't want to.

The Lullaby