shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Call Ronin selfish, but hearing something as delightful as Remi's sight being restored straight into the turbulence of whatever had almost happened between the alchemist and Loren - whatever had been almost happening between them since the librarian's return, it seemed - had made the hunter keen to show his husband why his attention should remain front and centre. His kisses remained light and teasing and playful, even as he had to pause to let Remi pull his shirt over his head. Abandoning it, his coat and his scarf willingly, his hands went straight to his husband's hips, drawing him to the edge of the counter that he might wrap his legs around Ronin's waist. It was still snowing outside and Ronin had the idea it would only get colder, but he knew precisely how they could stay warm - whether they'd make it to the bedroom or not was an entirely different issue. Drawing back from Remi, he dropped kisses along the alchemist's jaw and down onto his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.