the little prince

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

If there's pain caused by her bite or the way she tugs at his hair, it's completely swamped by the chemicals awash in the alchemist's bloodstream. It roars inside of him, unwieldy as any of his other predatory instincts, demanding his full attention, and gods he wishes he could feel his mouth on hers.

No part of him is content to simply have her near. Close is a world away from what the alchemist's body is craving; later perhaps he can consider what he was thinking when he decided to sit on his hands, for now though, there is no remaining still. As Isla comes nearer, Remi's other hand reaches for the back of her other thigh. Lifting and standing in one easy motion, Remi tries to draw her up and against him, easily supporting her weight. With a moan that might have been words, he blindly stumbles forward until he can press her against something with which to increase the pressure of her body against his. Charts and various medical implements clatter to the floor, but Remi hardly hears or notices. His mind is swaddled in pure fire, fueled by the heat in his belly and groin.