Rebuilding What Was Lost

As Sam trailed off, Remi waited with baited breath. He what? What Sam said next made colour flush into the alchemist's cheeks as he looked at the floor, lashes fluttering over a wide and surprised stare. Remi had been with women who liked to be handled a shade or two rougher than would have been expected, but he'd never particularly enjoyed it. Well, that was because he'd never particularly enjoyed them. Hazarding another quick glance at Sam, Remi's brows furrowed slightly as he pulled his eyes away. The man sitting before him was...well. Remi knew the sorts of men who often invaded his dreams at night, and the lithe and short bookmaker would not normally have been among them. And yet rather than in dreams, Remi apparently had had Sam in reality. Rubbing distractedly at his collarbones, Remi hummed a note under his breath, still trying to take it all in. As Sam mentioned the cup, Remi laughed with relief. "Ahh, well.." Standing Remi gently cupped his hands around the cloth holding the broken shards. As he lifted them, the teacup reassembled itself easily, though there was a piece missing. Perhaps it was still on the floor somewhere, or had been shattered into dust. "Sorry about that." He said, level ling a grin at Sam over his shoulder as he placed the cup back down. REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love