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remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night "A petticoat? Tell me again how you have left your baron days behind you." Remi teased, fitting himself easily against Ronin's side as he continued to pretend to grumble about just how difficult his damsel-counterpart was being. Slipping his own arm about the ex-captain's waist, Remi raised a brow as a pulse of heat shot through his stomach. There would be time later (and later, and later, and later), but the alchemist couldn't help the roaring feeling of want that the hunter's words inspired in him. "Repeat mm? I hope you do not expect flower petals every time." Remi joked through cheeks suddenly flushed with colour. And it was a joke too; if Ronin wanted to fuck on a bed of rose petals everytime, Remi could damn well deliver. "Ah. My mistake." The alchemist corrected himself with a grin. Not able to glance at Ronin with the ex-captain's head against his curls, Remi merely tightened his fingers around his waist, nodding. "The Hali's, right.." The alchemist mused, thinking of them, how different they all were. "I am sorry that there wasn't. More time, that is." Remi said soberly, turning his head to place a lingering kiss against Ronin's forehead, before returning to regard the lion-clawed floor in front of them. So Ronin had wanted to get married. Good to know.