catching fire

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

But if there's nothing to say, then his tongue doesn't need to be called away. Like a man starving who licks the inside of his bowl knowing that it's already well empty, so Remi carefully makes sure to taste every bit of Isla he can reach. It isn't frenetic as it had been before. Not unlike a painter who has already laid the groundwork, now Remi can focus his attention on the details. Of coaxing shivers from her belly, of savouring her wetness, of discovering each and every possible way of making the breath she doesn't need catch in her throat.

He never wanted to leave this room. This bed. From this place between Isla's thighs. He wanted to have her over and over again, to fill the void inside of himself, to trick his mind into thinking things might be okay, and to satisfy a desire he never knew he possessed. Remi is by no means bi-sexual because of this encounter, but gods if he doesn't want to fuck Isla again.

Lapping at her with as unhurried a pace as ripples on a pond, Remi places a single finger inside of her. It's a laughable alternative to the erection stirring to life between his legs, but he's happy enough to tease her, his finger making slow come here motions. His other hand has migrated up her body, his palm dancing over one of her nipples before his fingers try to make their way into her mouth. There, he'll press his fingertips against her fangs that she might have something to do with her tongue he'll find equally as teasing.

The Lullaby