Something Old...
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters, although I'd like to
Note: I'm actually enjoying writing this one. I hope you guys enjoy it too.
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A cool breeze wafted through the open window and danced over Ororo's smooth brown skin as the sun filtered down from her skylight. Her tall, graceful figure stood in front of a floor length oval mirror beautifully clad in a gorgeous white satin wedding gown. She looked like the regal beauty everyone always thought she was. But standing there gazing at her reflection, she finally realized it herself.
Her sleeveless, corseted gown showed off the elegance of her shoulders. The full skirt had this lovely bustle-like detailing in the back leading to the train made of lace and beading. Her snowy white locks were pulled into a soft updo with a few soft curls falling loose about her face, of which she couldn't help but twirl her finger around.
"Well, how do I look?" Ororo asked hesitantly turning to the two ladies sitting on her bed in their rose colored chiffon bridesmaids dresses.
"Ro, ya look gorgeous," Rogue grinned up at her. " 'Bout as beautiful as I wanna look on mah weddin' day."
Jean cocked an eyebrow at her with a suspicious grin. "And when's that going to be?"
"When Ben Affleck comes to his senses." Rogue's smooth honey laugh became infectious as Jean and Ororo laughed with her. Jean rose and stood behind Ororo, wrapping her arms around her while placing her head on her shoulders.
"You're getting married," Jean said sweetly.
"Oh Jean, don't make me cry." Ororo smiled as Rogue joined them.
"Cause if you cry, then she's gonna cry, then Ah'm gonna cry!" Ororo and Jean laughed at the phony drama in Rogue's voice. Ororo turned to face them, giving each a hug.
"I want to thank you both for helping me through this. I don't know what I would have done without you both here."
"Anytime, sugah."
"But don't thank us just yet," Jean said as she presented Ororo with a small blue box. Ororo opened the box and found a pair of tiny pearl earrings in the shape of tear drops.
"Something new for you, Ororo." Jean smiled.
"And somethin' borrowed," Rogue added as she presented Ororo with a wooden box. Ororo gasped upon seeing a pair of delicate white lace gloves with the fingers cut off. Ororo was almost afraid to touch them, they seemed so fragile.
"Rogue, these are breathtaking."
"Those have been in mah family for a long time. Since the civil war, Ah think. One of the only nice things my mamma eva' gave me."
"Thank you so much Rogue. I'll be very careful with them, I promise." Ororo slipped them on slowly and held out her hands to admire them.
"Ah know ya will, sugah. Now Ah think it's time for Jean an' I to scat and let ya finish gettin' ready."
Ororo kissed Jean on the cheek, followed by Rogue. They each descended the stairs slowly taking one last good look at her before heading downstairs.
* * *
Remy lingered outside of Ororo's loft for a few moments, debating whether to go up and see her now or wait for the ceremony to begin. As he casually leaned against the door frame, he mulled over all the things he wanted to tell her. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he was kicking himself in the ass for waiting till today to say them. He ran his hand through the auburn hair that hung in his face, growing more and more frustrated the longer he waited.
After a few more moments, he decided to bite the bullet and go to her. But nothing prepared him for the sight he was about to see as he softly ascended the stairs. He stood there quietly, patiently, admiring the woman standing before him carefully running her fingers over the soft floral brocade of her bodice. Ororo was, in a word -- stunning.
"Mon dieu."
Ororo looked up and found the reflection of Remy standing at the top of the steps. "Remy," she beamed. He looked ever-so-handsome in his black tuxedo with a white shirt open at the collar. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." Remy moved closer to her, his hands casually hidden in his pockets.
"I must say Miseur Lebeau, you sure clean up good," she smiled while fiddling with the lapel of his jacket with her manicured fingers.
"You don' look so bad yourself Stormy," he joked. Remy lifted her chin with his finger and met her eyes with his.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Remy." Ororo leaned in and kissed his cheek, then giggled as his stubble tickled her. Moving away from him, she turned and took a seat at her mahogany vanity and fastened the pearl drop earring to her left ear while Remy stood behind her watching.
"Stormy, I have somethin' for ya." Remy sat on the corner of her vanity facing her as he removed a hand from his pocket and brought forth a small ornate silver box.
"Must you call me that?" Ororo tilted her head and pouted.
"Oui, I must." Remy protested as he set the box in front of her.
"What's this?"
"You'll see," he smiled mischievously. Ororo opened the box and found two small antique silver hair combs with a floral pattern etched into them, lying on an ivory satin pillow.
"Remy, they're lovely." The emotion in her voice struck him.
"Dey were my Tante Mattie's. She said to give 'em to a lady who was special t'mah heart." Remy smiled noticing her awestruck expression.
"Remy, I can't accept these."
"An' why not?" he said softly, though not offended in the least.
"Because they mean so much to you. Don't you want to give them to your wife when you get married?"
"Moi, married?! You forget who you're talkin' to, chere."
"Oh, I'm sorry, how could I forget. Your the confirmed bachelor," she mused.
"Dat's right." Remy noticed her hesitation as she ran her fingers over the combs. "I want ya to have 'em. Besides, dey don' go wit anything in my closet."
Ororo gave a hearty laugh. She needed it. Her nerves were beginning to overtake her. Remy took both combs and placed them in her hair, first one side then the other.
Looking down at her, he rested his strong, yet soft hands on her smooth shoulders. She glanced up at him through the mirror and covered his hand with hers. He had this look she couldn't describe. He seemed happy, but it was almost a sad sort of happiness.
[Achem]
Ororo turned at the sudden sound of a throat clearing. A broad smile crossed her face as Scott stood behind them, looking handsome in his dark blue suit and freshly combed hair.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he stood there patiently.
"No, not at all." Ororo rose from her chair and hugged him tightly.
"Nervous?" She shook her head 'yes' with a slight smile.
"Well, I was too when Jean and I got married. It'll go away soon. I'd be surprised if you weren't." Scott held her hands in his to reassure her. "So, are you ready to make that big leap?"
"I think so. I've got something old...," Ororo gestured to the silver combs in her hair.
"Who gave you those?" Scott admired them.
"Remy." Ororo grabbed Remy's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Scott gave a firm laugh and looked at Remy with a smirk. "What the hell are you doing with hair clips?"
"I needed somethin' ta go wit my purse, all right." Remy sniped at him.
"Come on gentlemen, no fighting." Ororo chided them while they sneered at each other, though neither was actually serious.
"...something new, Jean's earrings," she continued, "something borrowed, Rogue's gloves. And...," Ororo slowly lifted the hem of her dress slowly exposing her long smooth legs. Remy cocked an eyebrow with a grin when he first noticed the blue and white Nike sneakers Ororo had on under her dress.
"You plannin' on sprintin' down the aisle, chere?"
"Maybe." She laughed and swatted him on the arm. Ororo continued to raise her dress, almost as if she was doing a strip tease for them. She even went so far as to hum the tune of "Big Spender".
"...something blue, courtesy of Hank, of course." Scott and Remy howled with laughter at seeing a blue garter around her smooth thigh. She then raised her knee and kicked her leg like a can-can dancer.
Remy whistled at her while Scott couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "You're breakin' mah heart, Stormy."
"Yours and mine, Remy." Scott added at the thought of losing their favorite wind rider to the man waiting at the altar outside on the mansion grounds.
"Awww," she hugged Scott, then Remy.
"Hey guys, unless you're planning on eloping with the bride I suggest you get outside!!!" Jean called through the open door.
"We're coming," Scott gave Ororo one last hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Congratulations."
"Thank you Scott." Ororo watched as he headed down her loft steps, then turned her attention back to Remy.
"So..."
"So..." Ororo looked at Remy curiously. He looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"Remy, what's wrong?"
He wanted to tell her---but the words wouldn't come. There was this silence between them that seemed to last for an eternity, but it was only a few moments. It hurt him to look at her. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to bore right through him.
"I'm...," his lips finally parted, "I'm jus' gonna miss ya, is all." He smiled to put her at ease, but it was more for himself.
"Oh Remy," Ororo drew him into a tight embrace, "I'm not going anywhere." Remy tilted his head against hers as he squeezed her tighter.
"If he hurts you I'll break his legs," he whispered. Remy could feel the vibration of her chest as she giggled.
"I'd expect nothing less, my friend." She brought her lips to his ear and softly whispered to him, "I'll be okay. I promise." She was breaking his heart. This day was going to end badly--one way or another.
Ororo pulled away from him, yet they remained in each others arms. Another moment passed between them. His deep red eyes peering into hers. Remy dipped his head just slightly and delicately pressed his lips to hers.
The touch of his lips made her heart flutter just a bit. Remy then raised his chin and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Ororo looked up at him with a simple smile as she traced his lower lip with her thumb to remove the traces of her rosy gloss from his lips.
Remy backed away from her slowly still holding her hand, then eventually left her. Ororo took a deep breath and tried to collect herself. The best of friends they were and would always be...but a good kiss was a good kiss.
No one would know of what transpired between them. No one needed to know. Ororo had few secrets, some good--some bad. But she was all too delighted to keep this delicious one to herself.
Ororo bent down to remove her tennis shoes and slipped on a pair of strappy heels that laced around her ankles. Fastening the other earring to her ear, she took one last look in the mirror, brought her fingers to her lips and smiled.
* * *
Remy shut the door to her loft to give her a few moments of privacy, but was surprised to find Scott standing there waiting for him.
"What took you so long, everyone's waiting." Scott looked a little impatient.
"I was jus' givin' her a few words of wisdom."
"Is that so?" They started walking down the hall casually. "Pretty exciting day, huh?"
"I guess," Remy muttered. Scott furrowed his brow at the solemn tone in Remy's voice. He could tell Scott didn't have any idea why he would say such a thing on the day the woman who was supposed to be his best friend was getting married.
"But I ain't ever been to a weddin' or a funeral dat didn't end in a fist fight."
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Well, any guesses yet?
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters, although I'd like to
Note: I'm actually enjoying writing this one. I hope you guys enjoy it too.
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A cool breeze wafted through the open window and danced over Ororo's smooth brown skin as the sun filtered down from her skylight. Her tall, graceful figure stood in front of a floor length oval mirror beautifully clad in a gorgeous white satin wedding gown. She looked like the regal beauty everyone always thought she was. But standing there gazing at her reflection, she finally realized it herself.
Her sleeveless, corseted gown showed off the elegance of her shoulders. The full skirt had this lovely bustle-like detailing in the back leading to the train made of lace and beading. Her snowy white locks were pulled into a soft updo with a few soft curls falling loose about her face, of which she couldn't help but twirl her finger around.
"Well, how do I look?" Ororo asked hesitantly turning to the two ladies sitting on her bed in their rose colored chiffon bridesmaids dresses.
"Ro, ya look gorgeous," Rogue grinned up at her. " 'Bout as beautiful as I wanna look on mah weddin' day."
Jean cocked an eyebrow at her with a suspicious grin. "And when's that going to be?"
"When Ben Affleck comes to his senses." Rogue's smooth honey laugh became infectious as Jean and Ororo laughed with her. Jean rose and stood behind Ororo, wrapping her arms around her while placing her head on her shoulders.
"You're getting married," Jean said sweetly.
"Oh Jean, don't make me cry." Ororo smiled as Rogue joined them.
"Cause if you cry, then she's gonna cry, then Ah'm gonna cry!" Ororo and Jean laughed at the phony drama in Rogue's voice. Ororo turned to face them, giving each a hug.
"I want to thank you both for helping me through this. I don't know what I would have done without you both here."
"Anytime, sugah."
"But don't thank us just yet," Jean said as she presented Ororo with a small blue box. Ororo opened the box and found a pair of tiny pearl earrings in the shape of tear drops.
"Something new for you, Ororo." Jean smiled.
"And somethin' borrowed," Rogue added as she presented Ororo with a wooden box. Ororo gasped upon seeing a pair of delicate white lace gloves with the fingers cut off. Ororo was almost afraid to touch them, they seemed so fragile.
"Rogue, these are breathtaking."
"Those have been in mah family for a long time. Since the civil war, Ah think. One of the only nice things my mamma eva' gave me."
"Thank you so much Rogue. I'll be very careful with them, I promise." Ororo slipped them on slowly and held out her hands to admire them.
"Ah know ya will, sugah. Now Ah think it's time for Jean an' I to scat and let ya finish gettin' ready."
Ororo kissed Jean on the cheek, followed by Rogue. They each descended the stairs slowly taking one last good look at her before heading downstairs.
* * *
Remy lingered outside of Ororo's loft for a few moments, debating whether to go up and see her now or wait for the ceremony to begin. As he casually leaned against the door frame, he mulled over all the things he wanted to tell her. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he was kicking himself in the ass for waiting till today to say them. He ran his hand through the auburn hair that hung in his face, growing more and more frustrated the longer he waited.
After a few more moments, he decided to bite the bullet and go to her. But nothing prepared him for the sight he was about to see as he softly ascended the stairs. He stood there quietly, patiently, admiring the woman standing before him carefully running her fingers over the soft floral brocade of her bodice. Ororo was, in a word -- stunning.
"Mon dieu."
Ororo looked up and found the reflection of Remy standing at the top of the steps. "Remy," she beamed. He looked ever-so-handsome in his black tuxedo with a white shirt open at the collar. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." Remy moved closer to her, his hands casually hidden in his pockets.
"I must say Miseur Lebeau, you sure clean up good," she smiled while fiddling with the lapel of his jacket with her manicured fingers.
"You don' look so bad yourself Stormy," he joked. Remy lifted her chin with his finger and met her eyes with his.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Remy." Ororo leaned in and kissed his cheek, then giggled as his stubble tickled her. Moving away from him, she turned and took a seat at her mahogany vanity and fastened the pearl drop earring to her left ear while Remy stood behind her watching.
"Stormy, I have somethin' for ya." Remy sat on the corner of her vanity facing her as he removed a hand from his pocket and brought forth a small ornate silver box.
"Must you call me that?" Ororo tilted her head and pouted.
"Oui, I must." Remy protested as he set the box in front of her.
"What's this?"
"You'll see," he smiled mischievously. Ororo opened the box and found two small antique silver hair combs with a floral pattern etched into them, lying on an ivory satin pillow.
"Remy, they're lovely." The emotion in her voice struck him.
"Dey were my Tante Mattie's. She said to give 'em to a lady who was special t'mah heart." Remy smiled noticing her awestruck expression.
"Remy, I can't accept these."
"An' why not?" he said softly, though not offended in the least.
"Because they mean so much to you. Don't you want to give them to your wife when you get married?"
"Moi, married?! You forget who you're talkin' to, chere."
"Oh, I'm sorry, how could I forget. Your the confirmed bachelor," she mused.
"Dat's right." Remy noticed her hesitation as she ran her fingers over the combs. "I want ya to have 'em. Besides, dey don' go wit anything in my closet."
Ororo gave a hearty laugh. She needed it. Her nerves were beginning to overtake her. Remy took both combs and placed them in her hair, first one side then the other.
Looking down at her, he rested his strong, yet soft hands on her smooth shoulders. She glanced up at him through the mirror and covered his hand with hers. He had this look she couldn't describe. He seemed happy, but it was almost a sad sort of happiness.
[Achem]
Ororo turned at the sudden sound of a throat clearing. A broad smile crossed her face as Scott stood behind them, looking handsome in his dark blue suit and freshly combed hair.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he stood there patiently.
"No, not at all." Ororo rose from her chair and hugged him tightly.
"Nervous?" She shook her head 'yes' with a slight smile.
"Well, I was too when Jean and I got married. It'll go away soon. I'd be surprised if you weren't." Scott held her hands in his to reassure her. "So, are you ready to make that big leap?"
"I think so. I've got something old...," Ororo gestured to the silver combs in her hair.
"Who gave you those?" Scott admired them.
"Remy." Ororo grabbed Remy's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Scott gave a firm laugh and looked at Remy with a smirk. "What the hell are you doing with hair clips?"
"I needed somethin' ta go wit my purse, all right." Remy sniped at him.
"Come on gentlemen, no fighting." Ororo chided them while they sneered at each other, though neither was actually serious.
"...something new, Jean's earrings," she continued, "something borrowed, Rogue's gloves. And...," Ororo slowly lifted the hem of her dress slowly exposing her long smooth legs. Remy cocked an eyebrow with a grin when he first noticed the blue and white Nike sneakers Ororo had on under her dress.
"You plannin' on sprintin' down the aisle, chere?"
"Maybe." She laughed and swatted him on the arm. Ororo continued to raise her dress, almost as if she was doing a strip tease for them. She even went so far as to hum the tune of "Big Spender".
"...something blue, courtesy of Hank, of course." Scott and Remy howled with laughter at seeing a blue garter around her smooth thigh. She then raised her knee and kicked her leg like a can-can dancer.
Remy whistled at her while Scott couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "You're breakin' mah heart, Stormy."
"Yours and mine, Remy." Scott added at the thought of losing their favorite wind rider to the man waiting at the altar outside on the mansion grounds.
"Awww," she hugged Scott, then Remy.
"Hey guys, unless you're planning on eloping with the bride I suggest you get outside!!!" Jean called through the open door.
"We're coming," Scott gave Ororo one last hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Congratulations."
"Thank you Scott." Ororo watched as he headed down her loft steps, then turned her attention back to Remy.
"So..."
"So..." Ororo looked at Remy curiously. He looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"Remy, what's wrong?"
He wanted to tell her---but the words wouldn't come. There was this silence between them that seemed to last for an eternity, but it was only a few moments. It hurt him to look at her. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to bore right through him.
"I'm...," his lips finally parted, "I'm jus' gonna miss ya, is all." He smiled to put her at ease, but it was more for himself.
"Oh Remy," Ororo drew him into a tight embrace, "I'm not going anywhere." Remy tilted his head against hers as he squeezed her tighter.
"If he hurts you I'll break his legs," he whispered. Remy could feel the vibration of her chest as she giggled.
"I'd expect nothing less, my friend." She brought her lips to his ear and softly whispered to him, "I'll be okay. I promise." She was breaking his heart. This day was going to end badly--one way or another.
Ororo pulled away from him, yet they remained in each others arms. Another moment passed between them. His deep red eyes peering into hers. Remy dipped his head just slightly and delicately pressed his lips to hers.
The touch of his lips made her heart flutter just a bit. Remy then raised his chin and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Ororo looked up at him with a simple smile as she traced his lower lip with her thumb to remove the traces of her rosy gloss from his lips.
Remy backed away from her slowly still holding her hand, then eventually left her. Ororo took a deep breath and tried to collect herself. The best of friends they were and would always be...but a good kiss was a good kiss.
No one would know of what transpired between them. No one needed to know. Ororo had few secrets, some good--some bad. But she was all too delighted to keep this delicious one to herself.
Ororo bent down to remove her tennis shoes and slipped on a pair of strappy heels that laced around her ankles. Fastening the other earring to her ear, she took one last look in the mirror, brought her fingers to her lips and smiled.
* * *
Remy shut the door to her loft to give her a few moments of privacy, but was surprised to find Scott standing there waiting for him.
"What took you so long, everyone's waiting." Scott looked a little impatient.
"I was jus' givin' her a few words of wisdom."
"Is that so?" They started walking down the hall casually. "Pretty exciting day, huh?"
"I guess," Remy muttered. Scott furrowed his brow at the solemn tone in Remy's voice. He could tell Scott didn't have any idea why he would say such a thing on the day the woman who was supposed to be his best friend was getting married.
"But I ain't ever been to a weddin' or a funeral dat didn't end in a fist fight."
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Well, any guesses yet?