this madness of now

So much indeed - for there was nothing quiet about their lovemaking on an ordinary day, let alone at a time like this. A time when everything had changed so fundamentally that it was questionable as to whether they were really together or just going through the motions. But for all that doubt, it vanished into a haze of love and lust and heat at the sight of Remi removing his shirt, Ronin watching the alchemist with a near predatory gaze as he moved closer. (And let Remi be the judge of how well he played predator). ”You,” he breathed in return, no wince or snarl upon his lips, only desperate need for Remi’s touch, for the sweat on his skin and his name in his mouth. Ronin craved him, like a man adrift at sea who spots land, like a wanderer in the desert that has reached an oasis. Melting hungrily into the kiss, he fumbled with his own shirt and settled on tearing it open rather than waste time with buttons. His hands roamed freely and wickedly after that, cupping and squeezing Remi’s ass and roaming along the bare skin of his chest. ”I want you,” he mumbled into the kiss, caring not whether he would be had or would do the having. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.