Despite their best attempts the churning of the water seemed to disrupt any semblance of sunlight, and it appeared that their efforts were well and truly spoiled.
In a very sort of juvenile burst of heat in his stomach, Remi was utterly taken with the way the fox smoothed the hair from his face. The moment sparkled in Remi's memory like a daydream, and a quivery and entirely stupid sort of smile tugged at his lips.
With hands that were still feathery wings, Remi draped them around Ianto's grip before letting his fingers reappear. Feeling that shaky and warm feeling begin to spread, Remi bashfully leaned into the fox's kiss with a whispery sort of laugh. "You know, I think you told it we were coming. I think you just wanted an excuse to get me wet."
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
