and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin's snarl is quiet, almost plaintive, as Remi teases his lower lip between his teeth. And yet indeed, the Huntsman's one hand already firmly down the front of the alchemist's pants, the other sneaking up the length of his spine to twist into his curls. He has no intention of going anywhere, not on purpose.
"And let you miss all the fun while I finish our negotiations?" he breathes, tutting Remi under his breath. "I'd never dream of it." He almost says I might need you to keep the peace but he thinks better of it.
One shouldn't lie in church, after all.
~FIN
"And let you miss all the fun while I finish our negotiations?" he breathes, tutting Remi under his breath. "I'd never dream of it." He almost says I might need you to keep the peace but he thinks better of it.
One shouldn't lie in church, after all.
~FIN
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