SAMUEL
I am drowning
There is no sight of land
Sam (was this Sam? Who know the exact workings of metaphysics in this place, but he was Sam enough to have an internal dialogue) took his time to wake up, happy and content to sleep on. When he did wake he wrinkled up his nose, scrunched his eyes at the light through the window, then made a soft hum as he pressed his cheek to Remi's chest. Storms had always unnerved him a little, but when he was like this it was hard to feel too upset just yet.
"Good morning." He sighed with a smile on his face as he trailed his hand down from Remi's chest to the side of his hip, let his fingertips trace just over the skin there. "Did you sleep well, dear? It's quite the storm out there, isn't it?" Sam turned up to look at Remi, blue eyes with hints of grey clear like crystals in the morning light.
He'd always thought he'd be too shy to be like this, naked and languid with a man he loved, but here he was. In their home, in their bed...even the rumbling of the clouds outside seemed almost soft and relaxing in the context of this moment.
"Good morning." He sighed with a smile on his face as he trailed his hand down from Remi's chest to the side of his hip, let his fingertips trace just over the skin there. "Did you sleep well, dear? It's quite the storm out there, isn't it?" Sam turned up to look at Remi, blue eyes with hints of grey clear like crystals in the morning light.
He'd always thought he'd be too shy to be like this, naked and languid with a man he loved, but here he was. In their home, in their bed...even the rumbling of the clouds outside seemed almost soft and relaxing in the context of this moment.
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
WORDSWORTH
