Islands in the stream

Remi's comforting words about still wanting to see him touched Sam's heart and his face immediately lit up with a bright smile, his heart instantly finding a new scrap of hope about their future, about the chance of Remi loving him. How could someone say something like that, kiss your forehead and not come to love you? To Sam's immense relief, his romantic evening was not halted by the presence of a monster inside. No, the only creature demanding his attention was Mia, who ran up to the pair and launched herself at Sam, who caught her in his arms and gave her the much requested cuddle. She showed some interest in Remi too but appeared mostly obsessed with making sure her companion was in one piece and happy, wanting to be at least partially touching Sam all the time he was in the house. Of course, it was inevitable; they were both tired and his bedroom was the obvious answer, but as they fell onto cold sheets there was a clear way to warm them up, that had been on Sam's mind since Remi's hand had touched his hip in the temple. It had little do with sleeping and everything to do with the softness of Remi's lips on his own, the feeling of skin underneath his and the gasps of surprised delight that passed between them. When he was secure, safe with the anchor of Remi holding him sure in happy waters, he could not remember his anxiousness or upset from the walk over, his worries about their inappropriateness for each other or being around too much. All he felt in the precious while before sleep was Remi's arm around him and the comfort that came from knowing he was cared for; that he would be cared for. That there was someone who would be in his corner now, no matter what. Samuel How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.