you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Remi is correct, as he so often is when it comes to Ronin, and it's with a smile against his lips that the Huntsman tries to go about parting from his shirt without parting from his husband. It's impossible, of course, and so it's with a rumble of annoyance that he sits up enough to help the other man undress him. Discarding his shirt to one side where it can soak up the smell of the wildflowers, Ronin spends a couple of seconds gazing down at his partner, his lover, his everything, love and soft curiosity in his eyes, as if seeing Remi for the first time all over again.
"I'm so lucky," he murmurs almost to himself, his fingertips tracing upwards from Remi's chest to his throat and jawline. Leaning down, it's with an effortless amount of strength that he's able to blanket his husband while keeping a teasing distance between them, seeking out Remi's lips for a kiss passionate enough that, once upon a time, it might have made his knees weak. Nowadays, it's how he'd like to spend every waking minute (and all his sleeping ones, too).
With thoughts of guildhalls and furs and firelight in the forefront of his mind, Ronin smiles against his husband's lips, slowly letting his full weight sink down against the alchemist.
"I'm so lucky," he murmurs almost to himself, his fingertips tracing upwards from Remi's chest to his throat and jawline. Leaning down, it's with an effortless amount of strength that he's able to blanket his husband while keeping a teasing distance between them, seeking out Remi's lips for a kiss passionate enough that, once upon a time, it might have made his knees weak. Nowadays, it's how he'd like to spend every waking minute (and all his sleeping ones, too).
With thoughts of guildhalls and furs and firelight in the forefront of his mind, Ronin smiles against his husband's lips, slowly letting his full weight sink down against the alchemist.
The huntsman
