yours in the morning

the lullaby

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

Remi feels his eyes begin to roll up and then back into his head as his eyelids flutter with remembering. The words, their hands, the heat from Ronin's tongue briefly steals the alchemist's ability to reason much less focus on kissing the Huntsman back, such that Ronin will find Remi slack-jawed and hitching in shallow breaths against his lips.

His mind conjures the way it felt to have Ronin's hand against his hip while the other threaded dangerously across his throat. He remembered the yawning pain from beneath his nails as he scoured his talons in the top of the wagon, and the way each and every muscle felt as if it were being used. "-fuck, I want you." Remi whispers in a voice that sounded far away. His fingers tightened over Ronin's while his tongue tried to extract more silent words to accompany the images pulsing behind his eyes.

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!