RONIN
They still haven't filled the space between them with kisses, and as fingertips dissolve into feathers that have a delicious shiver running up the length of Ronin's spine, the Huntsman lets his hand slowly start to walk it's way along the top of Remi's thigh. "My husband would never lie to me," he says reverently in response to the other man's question, though his crooked smile says that he knows better.
"What a shame that I just put a kitchen in place instead of a bed, else I could give you kisses and attention all morning, right here and right now," he laments, not that it's likely to stop them. His hand has reached Remi's hips by now, Ronin drawing the alchemist closer even at the risk of toppling him off the window sill. "You will have to tell me where all the sore parts of you are, though. I wouldn't want to gget it wrong."
"What a shame that I just put a kitchen in place instead of a bed, else I could give you kisses and attention all morning, right here and right now," he laments, not that it's likely to stop them. His hand has reached Remi's hips by now, Ronin drawing the alchemist closer even at the risk of toppling him off the window sill. "You will have to tell me where all the sore parts of you are, though. I wouldn't want to gget it wrong."
a star in someone else's sky
