Fic: In The Arms Of A
Thief
Author: Poe
Paring: Logan/Remy
Logan or Remy do not
belong to me. They belong to Marvel & Fox I will send
them
back good as new. So please don't sue me!
Feedback is wanted &
appreciated here so thank you.
I got inspired tonight by Sarah
McLachlane's song In The Arms Of An Angel about what I thought the
boys would feel like if one romantic night made all the sense in
the
world. The first part will be Remy's.
In De Arms Of A Feral
I have never felt better in my whole life then I do
right now being in this
bed with Logan. Although I will never tell
him of my feelings for him I know
that I always have loved him. I
know all dose women were just a mask for me ta
hide behind. It's
not like I never had sex with a man before ¦some people
knew
I was bi but I knew it was just a masquerade for me. Somehow it never
felt
right. Not with Bella Donna & not with Rogue.
I am
not never claim that I never loved them cause dat would be a lie. Ya
see
da ting with being the Cajun lover boy is that you have to
prove to everyone
including yerself that yer confident with
yourself It's just all a lie.
Tonight while laying here beside
Logan being held by him I feel like I could
completely open myself
to this man & not feel dat awful that I'm a vulnerable
human
being.
After doing what we did I cried like a mere babe &
he not say one word to me.
Probably tomorrow he'll act like
noting happened & that would be ok for me
I just wanted to let
him know how much I have loved him & needed to see
those
predatory blue eyes melt into mine. When I asked him to hold
me he never said
a word.
I could see why many femmes have
fallen for him. Under da tough exterior there
beats a heart of a
gentle man. However he will never show it except to a select
few
I'm just glad I was one of dem tonight if not forever. I can feel
his
chest rise & fall easily & know even wit out my
empathy that he asleep. I want
to look at him but I don't want
to wake him up so I just gaze out of the
wide-open window.
It's
a beautiful summer night & you can hear da crickets on the
veranda.
Please God if dis be a dream I don't want to wake up. I
hear a soft tune comin
from one of the other windows & strain
my ears to hear da melody. It's one of
Jean's songs I tink
"Angel"
Its perfect for tonight so as da full moon
rises I finally look at my lover
for da night. The moonbeams dust
his black hair with its beauty. His face
usually so angry seems
strangely calm as he wraps his arms around me
protectively not
even noticing that he's bedded down with a man. Particuarlly
sience
dat man be me.
I just hope he don't know that I be lookin at
him like some moon faced calf.
Sometimes I just tink dat maybe I
go a little overboard when it comes to love.
I feel so sleepy
right now & I want to sleep beside him & never want da sun
to
come up again because I know he'll let me go. My eyes close as
I feel him close
to me. Tere be a little smile on my face before
falling asleep.
TBC
