catching fire

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

Remi is like a swimmer beneath the crest of some monstrous wave. The ripples bounce him about slightly, but by no means is he subjected to the violence of those above. Still, it's more than he's had in a long time, and he'll likely feel guilty about how ravenous yet filled it leaves him. It isn't about Ronin at all, it's about me, he'll tell himself later, when he isn't consuming himself with Isla.

Remi is left panting between Isla's thighs, his teeth nipping at the thin skin there with shaky restraint. Leaning his cheek against the inside of her leg, his gaze lazily roaming up her belly to where her hazy blue eyes regard him. "Well then I suppose there's no need for more." He growls with a menacing smile, shrugging off her calves that he might make his way back up to her lips.

He stops on the way through, his eyes drinking her in. Even the darkness he can make out the details of her body, the curve of her hips and where they narrow at her waist. She really is stunning, and though moments ago the alchemist took her with a feral pressure, now his fingertips roam up her body with the utmost care. It's entirely a contrast to how he'd been, as if Isla's orgasm had softened him somewhat. Though the press of his erection between her thighs will very much suggest this isn't the case, as much as what he says next. Cupping her face almost sweetly with one hand, Remi lowers his lips just above hers.

"I have to have you." It's said almost threatening, though the threat is one that promises pleasure. There is no room for discussion or negotiation. Though he might be holding himself gently above her now, the tenseness in his muscles and the roughness in his voice very much suggests that whatever restraint is allowing for this has very nearly run out.

The Lullaby