every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
'Do I.' Remi returns, his voice rich and dark and as he grins in the dwindling space between them. "I left out the star portion of map-making earlier..." He adds as if Isla was a fool to leave it to his mind to know what she wanted. But she is no fool, and as he hears the words, whatever parts of the alchemist that might continue to tease are thrust sharply to the back of his thoughts, making room for the man—or beast—who was capable of taking her the way she wanted to be had. His muscles tense and release as his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly. They both know what he's capable of and despite pleas to the contrary, restraint will always be necessary.
'Have we?' Remi growls against her, his musings of removing her garments piece by piece overshadowed by words like fast and rough, and I want it to feel like too much. With a swiftness that's as controlled as it is instinctive, Remi is able to rise, twist, and place Isla face-down on the bed in a smooth motion without his hands ever once leaving her. And if her fingers cut him as he does this? So much the better. Draping himself over her, his body covering hers with ease, Remi wedges his hand beneath Isla and the bed, the flat of his palm pressing against her belly as it descends toward the top of her pants. At the same time he presses his hips down against hers as if intentionally obfuscating his own efforts. "Do you know how often I think about the way you tasted when we were here last?" Hours he spent between her thighs, and still he wanted more.
Roughly lowering himself against her as if wanting to imprint the scars on his torso against her back, the hand wedged beneath she and the bed moves to unfasten her pants, so that he might take them and her underwear off in one swift tug.
'Have we?' Remi growls against her, his musings of removing her garments piece by piece overshadowed by words like fast and rough, and I want it to feel like too much. With a swiftness that's as controlled as it is instinctive, Remi is able to rise, twist, and place Isla face-down on the bed in a smooth motion without his hands ever once leaving her. And if her fingers cut him as he does this? So much the better. Draping himself over her, his body covering hers with ease, Remi wedges his hand beneath Isla and the bed, the flat of his palm pressing against her belly as it descends toward the top of her pants. At the same time he presses his hips down against hers as if intentionally obfuscating his own efforts. "Do you know how often I think about the way you tasted when we were here last?" Hours he spent between her thighs, and still he wanted more.
Roughly lowering himself against her as if wanting to imprint the scars on his torso against her back, the hand wedged beneath she and the bed moves to unfasten her pants, so that he might take them and her underwear off in one swift tug.
& 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.
