right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Breaking away from her lips, the alchemist opens his again to argue, but...well, she wasn't wrong. Remi couldn't remember Isla being close with anyone in Northaven, and her time in Caido was abruptly cut short.
'Well, you'll have to wait.' He rumbles, his voice dark. "Because while you've had your fill of tasting me, I haven't had the pleasure of tasting you." Splaying his hand across her stomach as if to imply that the arching of her back was futile (arousing, yes, but futile just the same), Remi slides his tongue over his lip and beneath her fangs, pressing up hard enough to draw more than a few beads of blood.
The hand on Isla's stomach lowers, reaching to unfasten the button of her pants as Remi ghosts down the length of her body. Taking care to stream kisses along the way, it's lucky that he's as good with his hands as he is. The buttons are undone, and though Remi might otherwise want to continue memorizing the unexplored plains of Isla's body, he is also quite aware of how the moment has slowed. Reaching his fingers against her hips, it's with a smile that's both boyish and roguish that he'll remove the last of her clothes. Underwear and pants together, and if she's wearing socks, he'll attend to them too.
'Well, you'll have to wait.' He rumbles, his voice dark. "Because while you've had your fill of tasting me, I haven't had the pleasure of tasting you." Splaying his hand across her stomach as if to imply that the arching of her back was futile (arousing, yes, but futile just the same), Remi slides his tongue over his lip and beneath her fangs, pressing up hard enough to draw more than a few beads of blood.
The hand on Isla's stomach lowers, reaching to unfasten the button of her pants as Remi ghosts down the length of her body. Taking care to stream kisses along the way, it's lucky that he's as good with his hands as he is. The buttons are undone, and though Remi might otherwise want to continue memorizing the unexplored plains of Isla's body, he is also quite aware of how the moment has slowed. Reaching his fingers against her hips, it's with a smile that's both boyish and roguish that he'll remove the last of her clothes. Underwear and pants together, and if she's wearing socks, he'll attend to them too.
The Lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
