every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Strong as he is, as the magical overload of the room contours against his bones and swims in his veins, Remi's knees very nearly buckle. Growling into Isla's lips as he presses himself against her—for balance as much as to squeeze more friction out of her—Remi hears the medic's silent request demand loud and clear.
"Gods you're incredible." He pants against her. Arching slightly that he might keep her pinned against the wall with his hips, Remi's hands slip from around her waist and move up to slide her shirt over her head. This time won't be like the last time they were here. This is not fueled by grief and the shaky confidence that comes from having survived LongNight. This is not new, nor is it an escape. Remi isn't terribly sure what it is, but knowing what it isn't smoothes away any lingering doubts he might have ever had.
Heat rises in pulses that seem to blot out all of Remi's senses as he tries to channel the reckless need the sex room inspires into something managable. What he wants is to rake his claws down the wall beside Isla's head and to tear away her clothing with his teeth. He wants to bury himself inside of her and to taste her all at once, to feel her tongue and teeth against his skin and around his cock, and to have her screams make his ears ring.
"Gods you're incredible." He pants against her. Arching slightly that he might keep her pinned against the wall with his hips, Remi's hands slip from around her waist and move up to slide her shirt over her head. This time won't be like the last time they were here. This is not fueled by grief and the shaky confidence that comes from having survived LongNight. This is not new, nor is it an escape. Remi isn't terribly sure what it is, but knowing what it isn't smoothes away any lingering doubts he might have ever had.
Heat rises in pulses that seem to blot out all of Remi's senses as he tries to channel the reckless need the sex room inspires into something managable. What he wants is to rake his claws down the wall beside Isla's head and to tear away her clothing with his teeth. He wants to bury himself inside of her and to taste her all at once, to feel her tongue and teeth against his skin and around his cock, and to have her screams make his ears ring.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
