you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me Ronin takes that as a yes, smiling against wet skin and letting his eyes shut for a moment, enjoying the feel of hands against his back, of whispered words wrapped so musically in Remi’s accent. ”I missed you too,” he murmurs into the side of the alchemist’s neck, his arms winding around his waist as he draws away, just to make sure he doesn’t go too far. ”Yeah,” he agrees quietly, like he doesn’t have the words for the difficulty of what they’ve both just been through. So he doesn’t try to bother with words, instead gently pulling Remi closer to lean in for a kiss. Any heat that’s in it is caused by the hotsprings alone; there’s not a moment that Ronin doesn’t want his husband, but right now his kiss speaks of love and relief and comfort, his lips soft, savouring every touch and taste of the other man. ”Gods, I love you,” he says through a sigh.