livingroom dance floor

every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning

Magic continues to swirl out of Remi; whispers at the door, the sound of footsteps down the hall, and in pretending that it isn't all coming from him, Remi's heartbeat quickens and the emotions he lavishes on Isla become more and more frantic. Somewhere a clock counts down—real or metaphorical, it doesn't matter—and the alchemist's pace increases proportionately.

'Again.'

Leaning back, Remi's wings and the arm beneath her keep her body nestled against his own as he sits up. Sitting now on his heels, he guides Isla's other leg around him as both hands wrap around her hips; very nearly his fingers touch as they stretch around her lower back. Vertical as they both are now, Remi cocoons the medic with his wings as his lips lower to one of her nipples.

Somewhere near the front door, a voice seems to call out: they're looking for something. Or someone? Perhaps it's in the desk drawer, or no...is it in the room at the end of the hall? "Faster," Remi snarls against Isla's breast, his hands guiding her hips up and down, setting a pace that matches his mounting agitation that they might be stopped once again.

& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go

Coding base by Sky!