You get me closer to god Who: Remy and Ren When: 1:30am Where: Ren's place (NSFW)
Remy stumbled drunkenly from Dante's place and unlocked her bike, she climbed on and wobbled a couple times before taking off. She had done this before, biked home drunk that is, it wasn't as hard or dangerous as people thought it was. She let the cool night air flow past her and had made it all the way too Dogwood Road and W Main Street before she realized something, she couldn't remember having her phone for almost... two days. "Fuck!" she yelled drunkenly, stopping and immediately going through her bag. "Ugh, I must have left it at work," It was the last time she could remember having it and she needed it the next day, it had Torque's number on it. "Fuck." She said again, turning the bike around and making her way toward Dog-Ink. Remy pounded on the door. "Ren! Fuck, Ren, open up!" she rested her head on the cold glass and waited, still hammering on the door sporadically.
Ren had been drinking for hours on his own, watching movies and drawing random designs, bored to tears and - as was normal - lonely as fuck. He realized after several minutes that the door was being pounded on, and in a daze of liquor, he stumbled down the stairs and into the shop. His brow was knit closely together as he headed to the door, curious but trying to play it safe. He couldn't quite see who it was through the window and finally just reached for the lock. Fuck being careful; this was his ship, damn it, and he was the captain. Grinning for no obvious reason, Ren pulled the door open to reveal Remy. He stared at her, eyes searching her face, her bike, returning again. "What?" he snapped, licking his lips afterward. "I mean... what the hell are you doing here? Right now, I mean. I uh... it's fucking late, Remy. What the hell."
The door opened and Remy was momentarily put off balance, almost falling over. "Whoa, shit. A little warning next time." she slurred, haphazardly leaning her bike against the wall. She pushed past Ren into the store and started checking everything in sight. "I fucking forgot my fucking phone here." She continued through the shop, effectively making a mess of the place as she stumbled around. "Have you seen it? Little black thing, very phone like. I need it for tomorrow. Oh yeah, I'm not going to be making it in the morning."
"What the fuck do you mean you're not gonna make it in?" Ren frowned at Remy, staring at her as he backed up toward the stairs that led to his home. "You better be here, stupid woman. Your fucking phone is upstairs, but you can't just... call off on me like that. What about your goddamn appointments?" He growled in the back of his throat, not even realizing he was doing it. "Come get your phone, Remy, and you better be here in the morning."
"I don't have any appointments in the morning. Just one and it's in the afternoon." She slurred again, not noticing the growl. Remy stumbled up the stairs, missing a step and knocking her knee against the edge of it. "Fuck you, Ren. I'll be in, in the afternoon. I promise." She didn't tell him why and hoped he wouldn't ask, it was a weird answer and she didn't really have the capacity to lie right now. "Why is it upstairs?"
"It's upstairs because that's where I fucking take things," Ren explained, as though it were supposed to make perfect sense to everyone else as well. He glanced back over his shoulder as they moved up into his "living room" area, if one could call it that. There were clothes and empty bottles all over the place, scattered around on the ground like the idea of a trash can had never occurred to him. "If you want it, you gotta come get it. And why the hell aren't you gonna be there in the morning, damn it? What if... what if I need you to get my morning coffee, Remy? How's a man supposed to do everything on his own?" He picked up her cell phone off of a coffee table and held it out, taking it away again as though he were teasing her with it. Nobody said he had to make this easy.
She just rolled her eyes, amazing how he could still annoy her even though she was drunk, nothing bothered her when she was drunk. Fuck, she though, mentally wincing. "My aunt." She said simply, hoping that would explain it and they could drop the subject. "God Ren, ever hear of a garbage can?" Remy teased, leaning against the frame of his door. "I'm sure you'll live, Ren. The coffee shop isn't that far." She held her hand out for her phone and grabbed for it, but scowled as he pulled it away. "Quit fucking around."
"You aunt's gonna take you away from my coffee needs and I'm supposed to just give in and hand your phone over, huh?" Ren smirked, taking another few steps backward with her cell phone. "Gimme a reason I should hand it over, lady." He laughed, stumbling a little on a beer can before shoving the small device into his pants pocket. "You gotta... you gotta come get it, Remy." He took another step backward, stopped and folded his arms over his chest, his eyes on her and as sharp as he could make them seem.
"I was hoping you would, but I could always use force." She said with a smile, quirking her eyebrow. "If you want?" Remy tried her best to saunter over, but her current level of intoxication made it difficult. While she didn't stumble, she did sway a little too much. She got as close to Ren without touching him before she stopped and tried to focus her eyes on him. After a few seconds passed, she let her hand play lightly with the hem of his pocket before trying to slide her hand in. Remy was waiting for him to stop her, she didn't want him to give up that easily, she had just started playing.
Ren giggled to himself as Remy approached him, watching her pitiful attempt at looking sultry. It didn't matter any to him, not right now. He was too drunk anyway. She could puke on the floor and he'd still want to get into her pants. When fingers tugged at the opening to his pocket he felt his heart jump, stomach drop and his face flush. Fuck that felt good, and she hadn't even done anything yet. His mouth came open slightly and a devilish grin struck him; the moment changed when he moved away from her again, stumbling himself but trying to play coy. Ren laughed, and then laughed harder, and suddenly it cut short, his drunken state not lending itself to acting mature or serious in any way. "Come on, Remy... that all you got?" he taunted, jutting his hips out in her direction.
At his reaction to her touch, Remy smiled wickedly following him as he moved away from her hand. She closed the space between them and pressed her body against his, pushing out her chest. "I'm just getting started." She whispered, the effect not as great as it would be if she weren't hammered. Remy leaned in and kissed him, sloppier than she was used to, at the same time her hand slid down and into his pants pocket. She pulled her phone out and took a couple steps back, laughing triumphantly. "Too easy."
Ren had been carried away by the kiss all too easily, eyes slipping nearly closed, fingers grabbing at the air around her, deciding where to go and never quite finding a place to call home. He groaned, not quite breathing... and then the kiss died suddenly, and Remy was pulling away. He gaped after her, staring as though he'd been struck. It took him forever to start moving, but finally he did, his eyes going wide as he reached out to try and grab for her. "Hey!" he spat, demand in his voice. "You... don't you even... come back right now." Ren's hands grabbed for her shirt and arms, trying to pull her back and rekindle the kiss. He wanted that again, all night, for the rest of the time he managed to stay conscious.
Remy grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him back, her phone dropping to the ground in the process. It had been too long since Remy had been kissed and touched like this, longer than she was comfortable with and even though she knew banging the boss was a bad idea, she was too deprived to back away now. "Fuck." She breathed, pulling away to catch a breath. Remy pulled off the light sweater she was wearing and dropped it to the floor, revealing an old worn shirt of Kurt Cobain, it wasn't what she would have chosen if she knew this was the turn her night was going to take.
Ren felt a wave of pride sweep over him, the return of Remy's kiss more than enough to make him feel triumphant. For the moment, he'd won the brief battle. They were going to mesh again, their mouths already mashed together as he drunkenly attempted to be good at this, to get her riled up. He grinned despite himself when she tore her sweater off, eyes fierce and predatory. His coyote's nose was going wild, her scent filling the room, filling his brain and overtaking it. Ren - at this point - was functioning mostly on instinct and desire. He'd wanted Remy ever since he'd talked to her on the phone, ever since she'd stepped into the shop for the first time. He didn't even notice the beautiful, blue-eyed, blond-haired, black-hearted boy staring back at him from her shirt, the long-dead singer the least of his concerns. All Ren wanted was to find out what was underneath, what was hidden for the moment. His hands came out, fingers reaching for the material, scraping over it, clinging at the seams to try and lift it. "Fuck," he muttered, bringing her close by her shirt again, trying to keep her there.
She shivered as his hands touched her body and she swallowed hard, pulling off her shirt in one swift movement that surprised her. Remy pulled him in for another kiss, tugging at the hem of his shirt now and pulling it over his head. Although she had never actively thought about sex with Ren, she couldn't deny that there was something extremely attractive about him. He was an asshole, yeah, but Remy always kind of enjoyed guys like that. They had the best stories and were usually really fucking good in bed. She laid a hand on his chest, the other exploring the curves of his back and continued kissing, needing it more than she realized.
Ren was all over Remy when she tore his shirt off of him; it was on. This was exactly what he'd been waiting for, what he'd been thinking about all damn day. Maybe not necessarily with Remy, but sex at the very least. God damn, but she was good looking. She felt good, hot, smooth -- impossibly smooth in his arms. He groaned into the kiss, his mouth open and moving, not quite on hers a moment, confused as his heart pounded and his hips jerked against his will. He was hardening quickly, eager and more than willing to try and impress the shit out of her. Whatever happened would happen. Ren didn't want to risk letting this opportunity pass him by, and so he came at her all the more, trying to lift her, scoop her up and press her against the first surface he could find.
She didn't want to think about how this was a bad idea and so she didn't. Instead she focused on how great his hands felt against her body and the way his kisses burned into her skin, Remy moaned loudly. It really had been way too long since she'd done this. Remy wrapped her legs around his body, she could feel his erection through his pants and her body responded. Breathing heavily she reached for the zipper on her pants and fumbled, trying to keep the same contact while undoing her pants. "Shit," she whispered, knowing she'd have to break contact to take her pants off. Which she really, really didn't want to do, his body against hers felt too fucking good to give up. "Take your pants off."
Ren nodded as she commanded he take his pants off. Grinning, he took the time to enjoy it, to savor the demand. Strong women were hard to come by these days, or so it seemed to him. Back home, women were harsher, rougher around the edges. It was good to see one as confident as Remy. Ren dropped his pants as though it was nothing, smirking crudely, his mind filled with all the possibilities the night may have to offer him. "I can't wait to have you," he growled, already done getting rid of his boxers as well. They'd been tossed to the side, forgotten -- and they would honestly probably sit there for a few days before being picked up again. When he'd managed to get himself completely undressed he was back again, in Remy's face, grasping at her body, pulling her close, muscles tensing as he was rougher than he had been before, kissing and nipping along her neck. He was impatient, aching as his erection was trapped between them, breath hitching in his throat.
As Ren pulled away to take off his pants, Remy quickly undid her own and started shimmying out of them letting them drop to the floor. She didn't want this to end too soon, but she needed him inside her and she couldn't be bothered with anymore foreplay not after waiting so long already. Remy panted, breathing heavily and moaned as he growled in her ear, she slowly slid off her underwear and let them drop down to follow her pants. "Neither can I," she slurred quietly, desire colouring her every word. Remy continued kissing him, biting at any bare flesh she could reach and moaning loudly, "Hurry."
Ren grinned and scooped her up with both hands, cupping her ass to carry her over to the couch where he deposited her unceremoniously. Immediately Ren climbed on top of her, kissing and nipping along her shoulders and chest, stopping to enjoy the taste of her breasts, the skin curving endlessly around softness. He couldn't have imagined anyone he'd rather be with right now -- and considering he was getting laid, that was pretty obvious. "God damn, Remy," he muttered, coming back to cover her mouth with his. He laid his body down against hers, the weight of her pressing into her, his hips shifting forward in a teasing movement.
Her head fuzzy from alcohol, Remy didn't even really notice when Ren dropped her to the couch. All she knew was that she need contact again and that they needed a condom. As Ren explored her flesh Remy closed her eyes, trying to hold onto the pleasure in her mind. "Condom." she whispered hoarsely through the shivers of pleasure shooting up her spine. Now, Remy was drunk enough to not care that this was a bad idea, but not drunk or stupid enough to not use a condom, no matter how much she wanted it. It was health and safety, also she didn't want to run the risk of getting pregnant.
Ren grunted at the word, looking up and around for his jeans. "Damn it," he muttered, the room spinning a little as he moved to snatch up his pants. He rooted through the pockets uselessly, coming up with nothing over and over until finally he found his wallet, pulled it out and came back successful. "Got it..." Them, really. Ren dropped several all over the couch before managing to get one of them between his fingers and then opened. It was hard doing this drunk, he realized. "Pain in my ass," he told it, doing his best to get it on as smoothly as possible. He couldn't imagine having to wait any longer to have Remy, and reaching down, he slipped his fingers between her legs to be sure she was ready for him, taking a little longer than was necessary at the shudders that wracked his body. "Oh, yes... you feel so good..."
Remy's head swam and she tried hard not to think about the consequences of tonight, she wanted to drown herself in the feeling of sex because it was the ultimate feeling of ecstasy. She placed her hand over her eyes as Ren went to look for a condom, her body was still pulsing with desire and she squirmed a bit becoming impatient. Just as she was about to complain he returned and Remy gasped as he slipped inside of her. "Holy fuck." she moaned, her body shaking as goosebumps formed all over her body. This was maybe a bad idea, but it felt fucking amazing. "Fuck, just do it already." she said a little angrily, thoroughly done with all the foreplay that was just getting in the way of her orgasm. Normally she enjoyed foreplay, liked teasing her partner but this was just getting ridiculous. She was drunk, horny and needed to get up tomorrow morning.
"Fuck you," Ren muttered, enjoying himself and not seeing anything wrong with getting his fingers a little dirty. Remy felt amazing, and how dare she complain that he was trying to be considerate? He didn't really argue though, moving immediately to accommodate her; he figured he was lucky to be getting this far at all, and didn't want to risk giving it up for the sake of trying to start something. They could argue later... For now -- Ren positioned himself over her, pulling one of her legs up to give himself more room. He took in a sharp breath as he began to sink into her, the heat and pressure pulling him inward, making his stomach roll with the beginnings of what was going to be a great orgasm. "Oh god," he groaned, too eager, too excited for this... Ren attempted to pull in a steady breath, to stop himself from ending this too quickly, and thankfully for his sake he had been through this before and was managing to hang onto his dignity for the time being.
She was always one to appreciate a little foreplay, but she wasn't in the mood for it now and, quite frankly, didn't care. Remy let out a long, relieved moan as Ren entered her slowly, pleasure shooting through her body. She could feel the warmth pool in her abdomen which she knew would be a very well needed orgasm. Her hands grabbed at the couch fervently as waves of goosebumps formed on her skin, Remy kept her eyes closed, her drunken mind trying to focus on every push and tug inside her body. As was custom with Remy, she started muttering incoherent words in French, made more incoherent by the amount of liquor in her system. Remy wrapped her legs around Ren, trying to get more pressure and pleasure. She needed an orgasm and quick.
Without waiting for any feedback, Ren started to move, his bony hips hitting her thighs once -- he shuddered -- and then again, again and again as a rhythm began to build. His eyes closed most of the way, mouth hanging open as he thrust into her as steadily as he could manage. He was acting on instinct alone at this point, his mind shot, drunk, gone to the depths until his desires were sated. She was unbelievably tight, so hot and dear God he thought he was going to die as the sensations crawled up his spine, tingling, warming his body until all he could do was breathe. It wasn't easy, sucking the air in as though it were hard slave labor, sweat breaking out over his body as he worked, hands tensed, knuckles turning white as he gripped the couch. There was nothing better right now, nothing sweeter than Remy and he hoped in some distant part of his mind that this might happen again at some point.
It was the alcohol, it made her do things she probably wouldn't do and in this moment, she would do this again and again. Remy knew though, somewhere deep down where her sober mind had gotten lost, that she wouldn't be able to do this again, no matter how great it felt. She held on to the couch, the pleasure warming her abdomen and pooling in exactly the right spot, she knew she was going to come soon and Remy moaned louder. Her incoherent French words still seeping from her mouth, a base part of her always reverted back to French when she was having sex or really drunk and she was kind of both right now. Remy breathed hard, her hands reaching up to hold on to Ren's shoulder as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her body began to shiver and she could feel the edge. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she waited for it to hit her, that glorious feeling of coming after a long period in between.
Nothing could have possibly made Ren any happier right now as as he neared his completion, his rhythm sloppy as he strove for it, trying his hardest to find it, claim it. "Damn," he breathed, gasping quietly as a sudden shiver took him over, an intensity that made his shoulders and arms shake. He pumped into her as he finally reached his orgasm, quiet for the most part aside from a hitching sound, a growl and then the sigh that came afterward, the groan that was almost a complaint. He shuddered hard, still moving against her as the last bit traveled through him, down his spine several times. Drunk and sated, Ren was definitely looking forward to passing out soon. He couldn't even remember why Remy was here, what had made her show up so suddenly. It didn't matter.
As she climaxed, Remy practically screamed her pleasure, as her body stiffened and shook with the sheer force of it. Nothing could beat the feeling that coursed through her entire body right now. It was exactly what she needed and exactly what she didn't. As her spasms slowed, Remy rubbed her face that was hot and sweaty, her head was still swimming form her orgasm and the alcohol. For a few seconds she couldn't remember why the hell she was even there and then she remembered her phone and that she had to get up early tomorrow. "Fuck." she whispered, her breathing still a little heavy. "I gotta get going." she slurred, getting up and searching for her clothes. Remy didn't really know what to say to Ren, so as she drunkenly put on her clothes and shoes, she threw a, "See ya tomorrow." over her shoulder and picked up her phone before heading for the door.