every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Remi's lips part as Isla tucks herself neatly against him, moaning into her kiss as the weight of her further stokes the heat gathering between his legs. His hands roam up the back of her thighs, wrapping around her waist that he might anchor himself to her somehow, despite being completely adrift. "I love how you feel." He whispers softly as his fingers tighten, noting just how small her waist is—and indeed, how small she is—especially when compared to someone like Ronin. It's nothing to do with power or control or domination that he finds her size tantalizing, merely that it's so uniquely different to anything else he's experienced, or wants to experience with anyone else.
Raising his hips slightly, the alchemist's eyes flutter open as his head leans back against the couch, doing his best to focus on what she's saying despite how little is actually said. "Sorry." He mumbles, pulling one hand away from her to rake it through his curls. Flushed, Isla's hand will rise and fall steadily against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. But with her pebble-blue eyes so close and the weight of her in his lap, it's an uphill battle that even godly-strength can't help with.
Raising his hips slightly, the alchemist's eyes flutter open as his head leans back against the couch, doing his best to focus on what she's saying despite how little is actually said. "Sorry." He mumbles, pulling one hand away from her to rake it through his curls. Flushed, Isla's hand will rise and fall steadily against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. But with her pebble-blue eyes so close and the weight of her in his lap, it's an uphill battle that even godly-strength can't help with.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
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.
