you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me ”Once upon a time I might have agreed with you,” Ronin agrees, his smile growing crooked as Remi presses himself further up against him. ”The only thing I can think of when I see him now, though, is that kid I saved from drowning.” He wrinkles his nose, like the magic has well and truly gone from that particular thread of his and Jata’s friendship. With his fingers dancing in a gentle pattern over Remi’s shoulders, Ronin nods in slow agreement at the description. ”I suppose it seemed like a perfectly logical idea at the time.” He chuckles. Raising his eyebrows, his other hand sneaking beneath the hot water to drift over the curve of the alchemist’s ass, Ronin feels a smug grin tug at his lips. ”Luckily for you, there’s only one man here, and he can fly.” He leans in for another kiss, and it’s no surprise that the alchemist’s proximity has kindled interest low in Ronin’s belly, too.