stand out, fit in

"It..." Remi's shoulders rise and fall. He'll tell Ronin..ask him what the marital rules say about it. That there is the...sexual chemistry that accompanies the bite isn't the intention, and that is what Remi thinks ultimately matters. It's a side effect, an unfortunate but pleasant one as it happens. The neck would be faster, but as Rex knows, it is indeed more intimate. Smiling softly as she takes his hand in hers, Remi's eyes drift upwards as his teeth find the inside of his lip. Glancing down with a snort Remi raises a brow. Just about to say something along the lines of if Sam can do it, you can do it, the slivery silvery feel of her fangs against his skin immediately silences him as goosebumps trail up his spine. Hitching in a breath, wanting to steel himself, the alchemist feels the world immediately dissolve as her fangs push deeper into his wrist and whatever it is that causes the feeling pours into him like a tidal wave. Biting hard against his cheek, the alchemist becomes hyperaware of Rex leaning against him, his arm still around her. Heat floods from where her body touches him, rendering him breathless as heat coils low in his stomach. He has to fight to keep his hands where they are, his lips where they are, and to not pin the Penumbra against the rock upon which they sit. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times