On this winter's night with you

Remi moved his head slightly into the feeling of Sam's lips against his cheek, his eyes closing as if he could somehow just pause things and enjoy the sensation. But he couldn't, of course, and as Sam pulled away and suggested that he sit, Remi helplessly and obediently did as he was instructed. His mind and his heart seemed to have utterly stopped trying to communicate with one another, and the alchemist suddenly felt as though his body was host to two icy forces having a silent stand-off. Glancing at the wine thrust into his hands, Remi read the number 12 on the label. That meant it was one of his earlier batches and— —darling. The alchemist blinked uncertainly into the pet-name, his lips falling open as the immediate urge to respond in kind was interrupted by Sam's continued speech. "Ah.." He mumbled, tearing his gaze uncertainly away, to look down at the label. "Yes. I did." Remi added, though a blush had begun to softly colour his cheeks as he stared at the bottle in his hands. "I suppose you do taste it now, when you..." Drink? Feed? Bite? For some reason the terminology felt awkward on his lips, and so he merely let the words trail off. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space