Best-Laid Plans

R E M I The alchemist could feel his body tensing even as Sam's fingers gently curved against his jaw. Again Remi felt that strange sensation of being absolutely bound by this man before him, despite the disparity of muscle and magic that Remi had on his side. He could stop this in one sense, but in another, he felt entirely helpless. Not caged perhaps, he had asked for this after all, but somehow restrained. But in the moment, that seemed to be precisely what he needed. In another life, another Remi, it had been a different red-haired man who had once asked if he could kiss the alchemist. Remi had said no the first time to him as well. Though there was no one around who could savour the replication of what had happened before, but the balance of it was rather charming. Remi inhaled a shaky breath just before Sam's lips touched his own. His eyes softly closed and he lost himself in the newness of all of this. Of the way Sam's lips felt gentle, how they parted and oh, how his tongue slid forward without forethought. The alchemist leaned forward perhaps an imperceptible amount, the slightest of moans humming up from his throat as Sam pulled away. For a moment Remi kept his eyes closed, his face making soft expressions as emotions whirled through him, before he slowly let his lashes flutter open again. "Yes." He whispered, his cheeks burning with colour as he swallowed down a rush of emotion that had suddenly balled itself in the back of his throat.