See yourself through my eyes

The kiss against his cheek was...teasing. Though as Remi's pale eyes scanned Sam's face, he saw little of the raw desire beginning to flay away at the tenuous grasp he had on his willpower. There was just happiness there, and for a moment Remi wondered why it was he suddenly felt so insatiable. Why his smile wasn't as content and wide as Sam's seemed to be. However as Sam said he would be patient, the smile fell off Remi's lips all together and for a moment the sea-glass green of his stare seemed to flicker somehow. Remi didn't want to think of Loren in these moments, but given his history it wasn't so surprising that he did. But what he certainly did not want to think about, was the night Loren demanded he make a choice. The Launceleyn had been anything but patient. He'd been demanding and unyielding, hardly giving Remi a moment to think. And yet here was Sam, offering everything Remi had always been denied without even a moment's hesitation. Perhaps that was why he constantly found himself at a loss around the bookmaker; Remi was used to being the 'good one', but next to Sam, he was as dark as any midnight. Perhaps now he understood Jigano's views of him a little better. Listening to being thanked, Remi wanted to shake his head and laugh away Sam's appreciation. But something in him told him that the words were likely just as much for Sam as they were for him. As he finished speaking, Remi bit the inside of his lip. I can wait, Sam had said. But he'd also said that as long as Remi kept kissing him, maybe some things didn't matter quite as much. And so he did. Pulling Sam towards him, wanting to grab him by the collar but also not wanting to let him go, Remi tried to roll him by raising the hand beneath his neck, his fingers striding down Sam's arm and back. "Kiss me, Sam." Remi breathed, the pain a glorious and bright reminder that even though he didn't deserve this, Sam did. remi I always forget that you can't read my mind