livingroom dance floor

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

Caged in his arms despite the fact her knees remain on the bed, Remi almost wishes that his arms would burn with the effort of holding her aloft. They don't, the frustration of which Isla will likely feel echoed in the air snarled out between his lips and the tension of his fingers against her inner thigh and around her breast.

Tilting his head that he might growl kisses against the side of her neck, Remi complies with the medic's demands with limitless enthusiasm. As his hips thrust against her, sending ripples of force up through her flesh, a long pale feather brushes with a tantalizing delicateness over the nipple not contained by the alchemist's palm as his wings stretch around her. Wanting to drown her in the various sensations he might provide, Remi claws and grasps with jagged hands, strokes her nipple and one of her legs with touches that are literally featherlight, and lets his unshaven cheek rub against the soft skin of her neck.

Prying his fingertips from her flesh, the claws on one of his hands disappear as he presses his middle finger against her clit and begins to move it in lazy circles that in no way match the rhythmic pounding of his hips.  "You have to tell me before you cum." He warns.

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

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