livingroom dance floor

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

'Please what, Isla?' Remi whispers with a dark smile; it's only the fact that he no longer has the ability to create clothing that keeps him from using his claws or teeth to remove her bra from the front. 'Mmm?' He encourages as if doesn't already have a good idea of what her answer might be.

Having already had Isla once like this, pressed against a wall with both of them breathless and desperate to begin, he slides an arm against the back of her thighs while the other directs her lips against his own. Down the familiar hallway and toward the bed, Remi grins against Isla's lips. "Once I had the ability to turn clothing into flower petals." He muses, seeking out the edge of the bed with the back of his legs so that he might sink down onto it. "But now I'm forced to take your clothes off one by one." His tone implies that it won't be a fast process either. Indeed, raising a brow it's with decadent slowness that his fingers slide up her sides before meeting in the middle of the back, where, despite how good he is with his hands, he seems to feign ignorance about how to unclasp her bra.

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

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