livingroom dance floor

every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning

"Well I am glad to hear that. Clearly I am not good at ensuring things are not awkward." He muses, ignoring the lack of warmth that she radiates and simply enjoying the feeling of her against him.

"Ah, it's fine. I think it would not be the sort of story you would want to read, anyway." Remi replies, his fingers softly moving in hers so that the lines of his palm waver. But it's all an act to try and hide the way he's flushed anew. Pressing his tongue between his teeth and pulling in a breath, Remi directs his gaze up toward an interesting bit of Isla's ceiling, trying to steel himself against..

..heat. His eyes close against it as his teeth try to click shut around his tongue. Remi doesn't try and hide the way his breathing is suddenly irregular, nor how the arm around Isla tenses and releases in spasms as he fights to remain still. His fingers itch to draw her onto his lap, to press her against him that her cool skin might help temper the fire that her teeth have ignited.

& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go

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