are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Growling something in the back of his throat as his cheeks flush, Remi presses his teeth together and forces out a laugh. "You really are the worst, you know? Wearing that, telling me that I really should shove you against the wall, only to have the nerve to agree with me?" Tilting his head back and exhaling a stream of playfully frustrated breath toward their ceiling, Remi grins and shakes his head as he glances back down.
Straightening and tensing his muscles that he might remember what restraint means and why he ought to care about it, Remi grumbles in response to his husband's ass-grab. "If we do find a pillow out in the desert, the first thing I am doing is hitting you with it." He complains, allowing himself to be walked out of the houseboat.
The fresh air helps to still the fire ignited in his belly, though the way the light catches across Ronin as they walk certainly keeps it from going out. Linking their hands together, Remi lets them swing back and forth as if they were children. "If you could only have one drink for the rest of your life, would you choose wine, or whiskey do you think?"
Straightening and tensing his muscles that he might remember what restraint means and why he ought to care about it, Remi grumbles in response to his husband's ass-grab. "If we do find a pillow out in the desert, the first thing I am doing is hitting you with it." He complains, allowing himself to be walked out of the houseboat.
The fresh air helps to still the fire ignited in his belly, though the way the light catches across Ronin as they walk certainly keeps it from going out. Linking their hands together, Remi lets them swing back and forth as if they were children. "If you could only have one drink for the rest of your life, would you choose wine, or whiskey do you think?"
remi
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.
