there is always hope
Ronin might have engaged with Isla further if he could... y'know, speak to her. And if he wasn't suddenly and terribly distracted by the man in his arms, the taste of his lips and the press of his hands. He stumbled a little, at first, as Remi urged him down onto the stairs, Ronin laughing softly into their kiss and slumping down obediently, his fingers twining through the alchemist's curls.
Fire curled low and hungry in his belly at those words - I want you now - Ronin drawing back enough to smile mischievously up at Remi. "Well I'm glad," he said, "because you just asked to have me forever, and I said yes." Reaching up, Ronin grasped the front of Remi's shirt and pulled him down into another kiss, his tongue managing to express more without words for once.
Fire curled low and hungry in his belly at those words - I want you now - Ronin drawing back enough to smile mischievously up at Remi. "Well I'm glad," he said, "because you just asked to have me forever, and I said yes." Reaching up, Ronin grasped the front of Remi's shirt and pulled him down into another kiss, his tongue managing to express more without words for once.
