SAMUEL
I am drowning
There is no sight of land
He let the comment about Remi being an uneducated alchemist slip by as soon as he was sure it was a joke, putting the clear denial of that into the affection of his kiss and the stroke of his hands on Remi.
"I am perfectly content with the amount of you there is now. But if you were to grow, I would not complain. " His own hands slid down Remi's back and cupped his ass as he was kissed with a distinctly more insistent tone, flirtatious words dripping off Remi's lips.
He felt his cheeks grow hot at the comment about his eyes, looked away for a moment towards the window... the storm was getting louder again. A particularly large wave crashed against the side of the house and he felt the shake, looked back up to Remi -- who seemed lost suddenly.
Sam is, after all, a figment of Remi's imagination, so he doesn't notice the gaps in logic. All he feels is them, and warm, and happy.
Sam placed a caring hand on his cheek. "Remi? Are you alright?"
"I am perfectly content with the amount of you there is now. But if you were to grow, I would not complain. " His own hands slid down Remi's back and cupped his ass as he was kissed with a distinctly more insistent tone, flirtatious words dripping off Remi's lips.
He felt his cheeks grow hot at the comment about his eyes, looked away for a moment towards the window... the storm was getting louder again. A particularly large wave crashed against the side of the house and he felt the shake, looked back up to Remi -- who seemed lost suddenly.
Sam is, after all, a figment of Remi's imagination, so he doesn't notice the gaps in logic. All he feels is them, and warm, and happy.
Sam placed a caring hand on his cheek. "Remi? Are you alright?"
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
WORDSWORTH
