Title: She ain't right for you
Author: Ace
Rating: R or M rather…for sauciness
The numbers on the clock glared 3:30 as it hollered out awakenings.
"No more of that." He mumbled into his pillow as he knocked the poor
object clear off the nightstand. He turned himself back over to once
again spoon with his forbidden Goddess. He ran his hand over her
satin clad tummy as she purred then yelped as his hand slid
underneath.
"Shhh, chère, you'll wake the neighbors." He chuckled seductively.
She turned over in his arms and said, "You aren't even supposed to be
Here, Remy. I suggest you being the one keeping his mouth shut."
"Too late for that now, eh? Besides I know you'd be a mighty sad
femme if I did that…mighty sad." He punctuated his remark with an
inspired grasp at her underthings.
His Goddess quickly turned them both over into what had become a very
familiar position. "Ah, love a woman who can take charge of a
situation." Remy joked.
Ororo suddenly looked quite dejected when she asked, "What are you
going to do Remy? We can't keep doing this—and you know it."
He pulled her down to his bare chest as he replied, "I know Stormy, I
know…But Rogue, she still loves me so much, we have such a history."
With a jolt Ororo pulled herself up off of her pectoral pillow and
said with a calm ferocity, "And I don't Remy? I never left you, and I
never would, I never cast you aside, I never
played with you're emotions Remy, I never teased other men in front
of you, I never left you wanting Remy," her voices cracked as she
whispered, "I've never fucked with your heart—but if that's what you
want Remy, if that's what you need right now, don't come back, I
can't do this anymore, I can't have you at night, just for you to
deny me in the morning, I can't watch you touch her when I just had
you hours before…She's just not right for you Remy, I'll say it now.
She will never love you like I do."
With all the emotion he felt, Remy still couldn't help but find
himself aroused at the sight of his Stormy atop him, with such a
fiery look in her eyes and the words coming from her mouth…this was
something he definitely needed to explore on a more regular basis. "I
never finished chère, I was goin' to say that the history we had
wasn't a good one, and now that I have reached grown-ass man status,
neither Rogue nor any nameless faceless femme can do anymore, hell
bébé you can feel my 'associate' sag e'vry time I mention her name." He
struggled to breathe as he placed her hand to his boxers as he said
this. She smiled an impish smile, "See, I fixed it."
"Ahhh yes, there's the Stormy I know and love." He yelped when he
felt a slight pull on his self-proclaimed "associate".
"Call me Stormy again Remy, and you just wait and see what kind of
trouble you get yourself into." She warned seductively as he cast her
underthings aside.
"If it'll get me in trouble—I'll say it all night." He rasped into
her ear as he claimed the perfectly shaped lobe for himself while
Ororo put his own underthings into exile.
"Goddess, I love you Remy." She whispered breathlessly into the air
as he threw himself atop her. She felt around with one hand until she
found a wayward scarf on the nightstand and handed it to him, placing
her hands above her head; he smirked and cocked a curious eyebrow,
binding her wrists loosely as he engaged her with a kiss.
"She was neva right for me Roro, neva…and how did you...know…this?"
he could barely contain his arousal whilst she pulled him closer to
her with her amazingly athletic legs.
"She doesn't know you like I do Remy, she never has, and she never
will." They both smiled into the kiss.
"Tomorrow Stormy, no more hiding. Mon Dieu chérie, I love you more
than you'll eva know."
She did know, and in that sweet and knowing embrace they resumed
their nightly activity.