disturbed

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

"I think perhaps you are still concussed." Remi quipped back, but the butterflies in his stomach that were migrating up into his throat told an entirely different story. Reaching for Ronin and not caring at all should any of the grime transfer onto the hunter, Remi happily held his lover with his lips and tongue as much as his fingers, savoring the easiness of freely kissing him in the middle of the day.

"Is that so?" The alchemist mused, his lips lopsided with happy amusement. "Fetch us glasses, mm? You mean I am not expected to make them myself? What a treat." He snorted as he stood, a mischievous glint in his eyes.