cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

With her face turned away from his, Remi does his best to try and catch his breath (as quietly as he could), to surreptitiously adjust the front of his pants, and to try and slow the beat of his heart. He's successful in at least one of these, and at least as the pair enter into Isla's bedroom, the wendigo's erection is hidden safely behind the waistband of his pants.

All thoughts of slowly sinking down onto the bed with Isla in his arms, of perhaps slowly and with measured hands tugging her dress over her head while kissing her from head to toe are instantly engulfed in bright and demanding flames of pleasure as the doctor tugs him down onto the bed with her. The position alone, of his body beginning to blanket hers and with her lips on his neck have rather wreckless thoughts fighting for purchase of his limbs which are still naively straining to be polite. "You have no idea how long I have thought of you like this." He whispers, bracing himself with one hand against the bed. "How long I have wanted you, like this."

Before he's lost entirely in the feeling of their hips pressed together in such a way that will make it impossible for him to do anything other than act on boyish impulse, the wendigo forces himself to push back from Isla. Descending down the length of the bed, the wendgo's fingertips press against the top of Isla's thighs, drawing higher and beneath her dress before disappearing up toward her hips. Reaching for the waistband is she wearing leggings of her underwear, he tugs softly but insistently at the material while gazing down at her with a stare that was at best utterly devoted and at worst vaguely predatory.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!