devils in the canyon

Ronin can't help but chuckle at that - and at the cape - and he steps forward to slip his arms around Remi as he draws close. His skin is hot from the fire but wet from the rain, and he leans into the warm and lingering kisses as if they are the only thing keeping him tethered. "You do know me," he whispers, as if the realisation is fresh for him, and he draws his husband closer against his chest. His anger is still palpable, but it is more of a slow smoulder than a firestorm now - besides which, he is more interested in kissing Remi. "You are too good to me," he mumbles against his lips, fingers sliding into the back of wet curls. "Far too good." And this time it's Ronin who is in danger of trying to use sex as a bandaid, and given that he is already naked, it might be difficult to stop him from making a mistake or a dozen up against a tree. "We need to get back, if we are going to Torchline." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving