yours in the morning

the lullaby

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

Remi's eyes might turn white when he's angry, but just now they're nearly black in the fast-approaching twilight. The last thing the Lullaby needs is any form of encouragement, so when Ronin flops onto his back it's with a groan that Remi follows suit.  Blanketing his husband with intimate knowledge for how their bodies fit together, Remi's hips press unapologetically down against Ronin's as he heads off any argument the Huntsman might offer with a needy kiss.

"You should really stop me," Remi finds himself whispering as one hand claws into the cloud to anchor himself and the other pushes up Ronin's shirt to reveal a torso ridged with muscle and faded scars. Hastily, as if perhaps this cloud was on loan and would disappear at the stroke of midnight, Remi descends down his husband's body where he focuses his kisses on the lean hills and valleys of Ronin's hips.

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!