didn't think we'd ever make it
"Maeve?" Ronin's smile spreads across his lips much like a Cheshire cat's would, and his fussing fingers continue their progress across Remi's skin when the alchemist reaches to try and wrap his arms around him. "If Maeve couldn't get you off, then you really are gay," he remarks, mapping out the scar so rarely seen on his husband's back, where a fateful skewer of ice began its progress through the Lullaby. "I have no doubt that she would have waved your wand about if she'd been able to make it work magic," he continues, chuckling in the back of his throat at his own joke, before letting the humour go with a soft sigh.
Indeed, holding hands and strolling along cobblestones made warm by the sunlight seems a perfectly twee way to spend an afternoon. And then returning to the Plaza for a late dinner, with sparkling wine or a ridiculous cocktail, and maybe even some music from whoever might be performing that night. Sleepy as he is, Ronin doesn't even consider the filthier aspects of their date - especially given that they've achieved a grand total of one makeout since moving to Stormbreak.
So when Remi suddenly grumbles to his feet, erection proudly refusing to be hidden behind his palm, Ronin's eyes widen and he shuffles to sit up. "Keep talking at you...?" He raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure my darling husband wouldn't like a hand?"
Indeed, holding hands and strolling along cobblestones made warm by the sunlight seems a perfectly twee way to spend an afternoon. And then returning to the Plaza for a late dinner, with sparkling wine or a ridiculous cocktail, and maybe even some music from whoever might be performing that night. Sleepy as he is, Ronin doesn't even consider the filthier aspects of their date - especially given that they've achieved a grand total of one makeout since moving to Stormbreak.
So when Remi suddenly grumbles to his feet, erection proudly refusing to be hidden behind his palm, Ronin's eyes widen and he shuffles to sit up. "Keep talking at you...?" He raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure my darling husband wouldn't like a hand?"
this close to safety in one piece
RONIN
