help me, i'm drowning

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

'..up there in the sky." Remi repeated almost dreamily, smiling adoringly up at Ronin. For all the light in the heavens, the alchemist would still pick the blue of his husband's eyes any day.

Whatever his grief had finally unlocked, whatever dam was finally down, it allowed through a sudden surge of heat and the silly love-song butterflies that the young were always going on about. Were his mind focused on anything but the salty-sweet taste of Ronin's lips, he might have taken a moment to freeze these seconds in his memory forever. Instead, he let his neck rise up off the sands, his fingers curling in Ronin's hair to bring the hunter closer so that he might deepen the kiss. His tongue no longer searched Ronin's mouth as it had done as of late, as if desperately seeking something out. His lips too no longer devoured the hunter's, but softly appreciated. That didn't mean that Remi's constantly-burning desire for Ronin had been quelled, quite the opposite. He just wasn't so recklessly desperate for it.