It was an uneventful Friday night at the Xavier Institute. The young students were either asleep or getting ready to hit the hay after a long day of classes and the adults were preparing for 'date night' with their significant others or a night of rest and relaxation. Cyndi chose the last option. Today just happened to be Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day was usually a let down and she made it a habit to never make plans with anyone. Instead, she enjoyed an evening with her two friends Ben and Jerry. They never let her down. They would never lean in for an unsolicited kiss at the end of a less than perfect date. They had no expectations of her except for her to eat them and watch TV in her 'jammies all night.
"Are ya sure ya won't come out, Shugah? I have this great dress ya can borrow." Marie replied enthusiastically. Cyndi looked up at her best friend dressed in a fire engine red sequined dress that came just above her knees and then looked down at her own attire. Baggy black sweatpants and a tight grey wife beater...sex-ay! At least her girlfriends weren't as jaded as she was about the holiday.
"I told you 8 times. I'm not going anywhere. Valentine's Day is such a crock of shit. Just another reason to make single people feel bad about being single and another reason for couples to flaunt themselves in front of those single people." Cyndi replied as she dug her spoon into her ice cream and scooped out a spoonful which she devoured like a rabid beast.
"Fine. Just sit here and sulk all night." Marie sighed as she walked out of the living room, her high heels making a clacking noise that fainted as she got farther away.
"I'm not sulking..." Cyndi mumbled to herself. Just then everyone's favorite Cajun came bounding down the stairs with a pink tie in his hand and his black dress shirt untucked from his pants.
"Chere, will ya help Remy out wit' his tie?" He asked as he entered the room, thrusting the slip of pink satin in her face.
"Big date, Cajun?" She asked flatly as she put her ice cream down and stood to aid the Swamp Rat with his tie.
"Oui, Though Remy would cancel his plans if ya come out wit' him fo de night." He smiled charmingly at her. She grinned and shook her head.
"Ya know, you're gonna have to learn to do this for yourself one day..." She replied as she concentrated on doing his tie, ignoring his question all together. Truthfully, Remy knew very well how to tie a tie, but was looking for any reason to come talk to Cyndi. He had been chasing her for years and for once, was hoping she would give in and go out with him that night...but she wouldn't budge. As usual.
"Have a nice night. Don't forget to use a condom. Double bag it if you have to." She teased when she finished and plopped back down on the couch. Remy smirked and looked down at her all comfy on the couch. He was tempted to call Bridgette and cancel their date so he could throw on a pair of sweatpants and cuddle up with her on the couch...but thought against it, knowing she would never let him cuddle up to her anywhere let alone the couch. Besides, he hadn't gotten any in a few days...a record for him. If Cyndi wasn't going to give him a shot...he couldn't wait forever.
"Ya look pathetic, Chere. All ya need are rollers in ya hair an' a beer." He teased as he tucked in his shirt.
"Well look at you, Cajun. You're all dressed up and uncomfortable...I bet you'd trade places with me any day. At least I don't have to pretend to like someone all night just so that I can get some." She challenged as she changed the channel and took another spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough and inhaled it.
"Ya got Remy dere, but at least he be gettin' some tonigh'." He smirked as he sauntered away.
"I hate that guy so much." Cyndi thought to herself as she cast daggers at his back with her eyes as she watched him walk out of the room.
At about 12am, Cyndi had just finished putting on a face mask that once hardened turned dull green on her skin. She was upstairs and had intended not to venture back downstairs, but forgot her cell phone on the living room couch. So, she made her way down the stairs only to be met with Remy and some tall blonde coming through the front door.
Shit.
She couldn't run up the stairs now, she had already made a commitment and had to finish going down the rest of the way without Remy thinking she was embarrassed. So, she walked past him confidently; despite the green face and headed into the living room to get her phone. Remy smirked to himself and escorted his date up to his bedroom for a night of bedroom acrobatics, no doubt. Once she was sure Remy was gone, she punched one of the couch cushions in frustration.
Of all the ways to see her, Remy just had to see her like that. She might as well have been in the rollers he had joked about earlier. How pathetic was she? Not to mention the fact that she was slightly jealous of the blonde Remy had brought home. Was that really the type of girl he wanted?
At least Valentine's Day was officially over.
Cyndi sighed and climbed the stairs to her room, passing the Cajun's on her way and catching a high pitched giggle and a slap.
"Jesus Christ, Cajun..." Cyndi breathed out as she paused and held her ear to his door to listen for a minute. A few moments later when she heard his bed creaking rhythmically she decided she had heard enough and stormed down the hall to her room.
She understood Remy wouldn't wait around for her forever, but did he have to flaunt his escapades in front of her all the time? Though she never voiced any real interest in him, they did flirt and they were friends...which made this kind of stuff all the more upsetting to her. He knew she kind of liked him too, so nights like this jabbed at her insides and part of her knew that was his intent.
With green clay starting to crackle off of her forehead, Cyndi decided to wash her face and go to sleep. She had had enough of Cupid and his stupid holiday.
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The next morning...
Cyndi was working out in the gym when Remy came bouncing up to her with a dumb smile on his face.
"Have a spankin' good time last night, Cajun?" She teased as she ran on the treadmill.
"Was alrigh'." He replied not getting what she meant at first but raising an eyebrow once he figured it out.
"Didn't sound like it was just alright." Cyndi said with a roll of her eyes. God, she hated being two doors away from him. Remy broke out in a smirk and leaned against the treadmill, watching her intently as she ran.
"If I keep running; maybe the machine will actually start moving away from him so we can end this awkward ass conversation." Cyndi thought to herself as she trotted along on the machine, reaching over to the cup holder and taking out her bottled water for a drink.
Running away was wishful thinking on her part.
"Oh, ya heard, Petite? Remy sorry if we woke ya up. Ya know how it is when ya get goin'..." He replied sleazily with that satisfied little smirk still plastered onto his mouth.
"Mm." Cyndi all but grunted as she ran. What else could she do?
"Have a nice work-out, Chere." Remy said cheerfully as he pushed himself off of the machine and practically skipped over to the weights. Silent screams filled Cyndi's head as she continued to run. He was infuriating.
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After taking a shower, Cyndi felt like a new woman. Deciding to forget all about Remy's Valentine's Day adventure, she put herself in a better mood by heading out to the mall for some retail therapy.
On her arrival back at the mansion, she caught Remy in the driveway working on his motorcycle and sighed as she pulled her black convertible up beside him.
"You're working in my spot." Cyndi called out to Remy who glanced up from his work and shrugged.
"Park next ta Wolvie." He replied easily.
"But that's my spot. Move." She ordered as Remy stood up and approached the car, resting his hands on the doors and peered into the opened window.
"Remy'll do anyt'in ya want if ya jus' say 'please'." He said as sweet as sugar. It made her want to vomit a little.
"No, Bridgette used that word enough last night. Move your shit so I can park and get your dirty, greasy hands off of my car." She replied, raising her sunglasses off of her face and resting them on top of her head to look him in the eye.
"Remy likes it when ya get angry, Chere. Ya get de cutest blush on ya cheeks." He noticed, completely ignoring her statement.
"I hate you." She spat out as she suddenly pulled further up the driveway, causing him to stumble away from the car as she pulled into the spot next to Logan's truck. Remy shook his head and chuckled as followed her, wiping his hands off on a rag and tossing it by his bike before helping her with her shopping bags.
"Are ya mad at Remy, Mon Amour?" He asked quietly as she tugged her bags out of his hands, not wanting his help.
"No, what would give you that idea, Gumbo." She replied as she walked into the mansion through the garage entrance, toting her many bags along as Remy continued to follow her.
"She don' mean not'in, ya know dat. So, stop bein' such a baby." Remy replied softly as she stormed inside.
"None of them mean anything to you, Remy. I get it." She said her voice full of annoyance as they approached the main staircase that led to their rooms.
"Den why ya so upset? Ya won't go out wit' Remy. He can't play dese damn games wit' ya anymore, Chere." He said in frustration.
"Ever wonder why I won't go out with you, Remy?" She challenged. That shut him up.
She climbed the stairs and once she reached her room, she slammed the door harshly causing Remy to cringe from his spot at the foot of the stairs.
That night...
Cyndi was lying on the hammock in the sun room and reading a book when Remy came out carrying a glass of wine and a plate. When he approached her, he thrust the items within her line of vision and she glanced up from her book.
"What's that?" She asked softly, continuing to read.
"Peace offerin'." He stated as she took the glass of wine and looked over at the plate suspiciously.
"Remy tried ta bake brownies..." He shrugged as she took the plate and set it down in her lap.
"Thank you." She replied simply, finally looking up at him as she took a sip of the Pinot Grigio that Remy had gotten her. Her favorite.
"I'm sorry." He said as he pulled over a chair from the patio table and sat down next to her.
"So besides Bridgette and her thunderous moaning...how was the date?" Cyndi asked after a moment of silence. Remy chuckled and gave a little nod.
"De food was good, dat's all Remy'll say." He smiled.
"What? No deep conversations about the meaning of life?" She teased. Cyndi had a habit of labeling all of Remy's dates as dumb...which wasn't too far off the mark most of the time. He definitely wasn't going out with them for intellectual stimulation.
"No, he do dat stuff wit' ya, Chere. Bridgette was more eye candy den anyt'in." He smirked.
"Well, she wasn't ear candy either...that's for sure. I've got the bags under my eyes to prove it." She chuckled, pointing underneath her eye for effect. He laughed heartily and shook his head in disbelief. She always made him laugh; it was what he loved most about her. Not to mention the fact that she was just so intoxicating and beautiful, that helped too.
"So, wha' was wit dat green shit on ya face last nigh'?" He asked with a grin.
"Clear skin like this doesn't come naturally..." She replied.
"Ya belle, Chere. Even wit' de green stuff." He smiled warmly at her. She smiled a little and took another sip of wine, offering her glass to him which he accepted. He brought it to his lips and took a swig of the pale gold liquid inside. When he moved the glass from his lips, he caught a little taste of the watermelon lip-gloss she was wearing; it had clung to the glass and transferred a little bit onto his own lips. He licked his lips slightly and smiled to himself. So that's what it would taste like to kiss her.
"Remy leave ya ta finish ya readin'." He replied softly as he reached over and grabbed a brownie off of the plate resting on her lap and leaned down to kiss her forehead affectionately.
"Thanks, Cajun." She said gently as he handed her the wine glass and walked away.
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Late that night...
Remy was having the worst time getting to sleep that night. He had tried everything he could think of but nothing was working, so with a sigh he threw back his blankets and went downstairs to grab a beer. If he wasn't going to sleep; he was going to drink. On his way towards the kitchen, he past the living room where he spotted Cyndi sleeping on the couch with the TV still on. Figuring she hadn't meant to fall asleep there he thought he'd bring her upstairs so he redirected himself towards the living room and approached her sleeping figure sprawled out on the couch. Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal if she were wearing pants or something, but she was dressed in this short black nightgown she liked to wear sometimes. And the way she was spread out on the couch made the short satin fabric rise on her thighs and made her backside playfully poke out revealing a glimpse of light pink panties. Remy thought he was going to die if he looked another second but he couldn't look away either, he would never do his eyes such a injustice! Her bare legs looked so silky soft, so very long and so damn sexy. He imagined them wrapped around his waist while he...
"Mon Dieu, Remy...get ahold o' yourself." He thought to himself as he knelt down in front of her. He scanned over her peaceful face. She was so beautiful. What he wouldn't give to tell her so and to make love to her. He had a dreadful feeling that that day would never come for them and sighed, resting a hand on her hip and leaning down to whisper to her...to tell her to wake up...but something stopped him; a dangerous thing called curiosity. He sat upward again and allowed his hand to trail down her hip, along the satin of her night gown and down to one of her slender thighs. His touch was careful; almost feather light as he let his fingertips brush along her smooth tan skin. He bit his lip when he looked over at her and realized that she wasn't waking up so he pressed on. He moved to sit beside her on the couch and simply let his hand brush along her leg for a moment until he got braver and brought his hand upward to the hem of her night gown and pushed it higher on her waist until those pink panties were almost completely visible.
"Merde..." He breathed out as his eyes devoured the ample roundness of her ass. He knew she was more than just a sexual object and that he would never just love her and leave her...but all he could think about were the things he could do to her if given the opportunity. He shook his head suddenly, his senses coming to him and he abruptly pulled the satin down over her backside. This wasn't right. She was his friend. Just his friend. Right?
In the midst of his many thoughts, he heard her moan softly in her sleep and in turn he sighed deeply. He wondered what she was dreaming about. He foolishly thought she might be thinking of him, but shunned those thoughts as soon as they came to him. Why would she be thinking of him? Having had enough torture; Remy scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her upstairs to her room where he tucked her in and kissed her 'good night'.
That beer sounded real good right about now...