Emile turned his head when he heard a light knock on his door. How odd, he thought. I don't have anyone with an appointment scheduled for right now.
So of course, it wasn't a paitent. Emile was a bit surprised to see his boyfriend in the doorway.
"Hi Remy."
"Hey babe." Remy stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. "That couch is new," he pointed out.
"Yep. I was going to put my Stitch plushie there on it, but I can't find him. I think he might have gotten left in my old office."
"Hmm," hummed Remy as he pretended to listen. His gaze trailed down to Emile's lips. He wanted to feel those lips against his, with Emile's hands grabbing at his jacket and desperate for more. There were no windows in the room, and the door did have a lock. Remy imagined his boyfriend whining and begging for him, and on the couch for them to--
"Babe? You okay?" Remy snapped back to reality. His face flushed as if Emile could somehow know what he had been thinking about. Emile noticed Remy's hesitation, and led the taller man to sit on the couch with him. Emile sat at an angle so he could make eye contact with his boyfriend. Well, as much eye contact as you can make with a person wearing sunglasses.
"Emile, is this really ness--"
"Yes. Sorry for interrupting, but you know it is. The most important thing about any relationship is communication. It's especially important in a romantic relationship. And could you please take off those glasses so I can see your pretty eyes?"
Remy sighed and took off his sunglasses, delicately placing them on the armrest of the couch.
"Better?"
"Yeah. Now, what had you so sidetracked just a moment ago?"
Remy bit his lip. Might as well just get this over with.
"You. I was thinking about fucking you on this couch."
"O-oh." Now Emile was the one who was blushing. He hadn't expected Remy to say that. At least he was being honest.
i have no motivation to finish this sorry :/
