not alone

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Willing Ronin's wandering fingers to become tipped with claws that he might more easily shred the garments from his body, Remi finds his movements suddenly made exaggerated by his need. Knowing the feel and taste of his husband's mouth intimately in no way made the feel of the Huntsman's kisses predictable or boring such that the alchemist found himself lost in the words writ by tongue and teeth. Tearing at his husband's clothes to feel the man beneath, the Lullaby all but whimpers with relief to feel the slow and radiant hum of the Huntsman's emotions.

"You're the only thing I want." to think about. to have. to love. to be with. Remi murmurs in response as he tries to shrug out of his jacket while keeping himself as pinned to Ronin as was possible. With his hands hungrily on his husband's hips, the Lullaby sinks down to his knees meaning to drag Ronin with him. The cold of the tundra and the scent of fresh meat and blood only intensified the loud chorus of pleas that has Remi's fingers twitching and his breath coming in small inarticulate gasps.