Make the most out of no time

Spontaneity was...probably not Sam's favourite thing. So instead of forcing it on him, Remi had popped over early in the morning to knock on his...friend? neighbour? man-he-was-possibly-now-dating?'s door. Remi explained that he was feeling a bit stir crazy, and asked if Sam wanted to go for a walk later through the woods. They planned on going as soon as the light fell from the sky so that Sam could be out and about comfortably. But of course making plans early in the day meant that the remainder of the hours in between dragged on and on. Over and over Remi found himself lost in thoughts of Sam, of what they were doing together. He couldn't help the way his mind returned to the cave and the desperate way he had pulled Sam towards him, helplessly and remorselessly wanting.  It was something his mind kept trying to suggest that he mention, did you want to go for another flight..? But Remi knew that in those moments he wouldn't care at all about what came after, only how it felt with Sam's teeth against him. He'd promised his friend that he wouldn't do anything the man wasn't ready for, and the alchemist didn't trust himself to keep that promise under the influence. But that didn't mean it was so easy to just not think about it. Which is why of course he suggested 1. bundling up 2. going out into the cold and 3. not being together indoors. So doing just that, Remi grabbed a few things they might need—his magic being able to provide most other things—he walked next door and rapped sharply on Sam's door. remi Too long till I drown in your hands