With a happy growl forming low in his throat, Remi moaned happily at the feeling of Sam's hands taught upon him. "Alright, not fat then. But perhaps bigger in other ways." He replied with a quiet laugh, the innuendo too obvious to just let it slide right by, especially the way his hips wanted to press down and forward
"Yes, I just—" Remi mumbled, pressing into and against Sam's hand as he tried to look outside again. Another wave pounded the little house and suddenly the outside world was drowned away in deep oceanic hues. Luckily none of the seawater was coming in through the open window. Convenient that. But then again the logic of a drowned house and an open window was completely lost on Remi, who instead was simply fixated on the clear scent of the sea, and how strange that was, in Sam's presence.
From outside there came a loud howl—did storms howl?—and then it finally did happen: the bedroom began to fill with water. It flowed in almost silently until the bed they were on began to float about the room. Still Remi hardly noticed. Instead he was looking down at Sam curiously. Each time he tried to fix part of his partner's appearance, it would...almost vanish as if suddenly caught in a blindspot. Freckled skin would turn pale as his mind failed to recall his freckles. And his eyebrows...they had been...the shape was...
"Lets just ignore the water. I'll see to it later. Please, just do not go, alright?" Remi said suddenly, the arm at Sam's hip now scooping into the hollow of his lower back to hold him close, as Remi lowered his lips to kiss with surprising force against Sam's neck, as if somehow the physicality of it all would keep still whatever it was that felt as though it was slipping away.
"Yes, I just—" Remi mumbled, pressing into and against Sam's hand as he tried to look outside again. Another wave pounded the little house and suddenly the outside world was drowned away in deep oceanic hues. Luckily none of the seawater was coming in through the open window. Convenient that. But then again the logic of a drowned house and an open window was completely lost on Remi, who instead was simply fixated on the clear scent of the sea, and how strange that was, in Sam's presence.
From outside there came a loud howl—did storms howl?—and then it finally did happen: the bedroom began to fill with water. It flowed in almost silently until the bed they were on began to float about the room. Still Remi hardly noticed. Instead he was looking down at Sam curiously. Each time he tried to fix part of his partner's appearance, it would...almost vanish as if suddenly caught in a blindspot. Freckled skin would turn pale as his mind failed to recall his freckles. And his eyebrows...they had been...the shape was...
"Lets just ignore the water. I'll see to it later. Please, just do not go, alright?" Remi said suddenly, the arm at Sam's hip now scooping into the hollow of his lower back to hold him close, as Remi lowered his lips to kiss with surprising force against Sam's neck, as if somehow the physicality of it all would keep still whatever it was that felt as though it was slipping away.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
