here we go again

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi's cheeks are flushed to the point where the alchemist is fairly certain he can see clouds of red vaguely rising to obscure his vision. He feels boyish and flustered in the best and worst ways, wanting the warmth of Ronin against him, but likely needing a cold shower instead. Pressing his fingertips against his eyes and then allowing them to roam up into his curls, all Remi can do is laugh and offer his husband a vague shake of his head. "I hate you so much right now." He mutters, his eyes so focused on Ronin's lips that he nearly lets himself be run over by the wagon.

And then, because what breaks sexual tension better than a poorly timed joke, Remi offers: "You know who would make a good chaperone? Amalia." Because if there was one person they both know whose insecurities and need for reassurance could suck the heat from their bellies, it was her. 'You haven't...been with her again, have you?' Maybe he should have asked that before making a joke at Ama's expense.

Ronin's question nearly has Remi suggesting that Amalia sleep in bed with them, though that would certainly cause more problems than it would solve. "Mateo." He whispers after a moment, looking over his shoulder with a crooked smlie. "With him between us, it's all we'll be thinking about."

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