Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.

AN: Sorry this was so late everyone. Life and illness and stuff got in the way of writing.
Hope I can get the next one out faster.


Remy and Molly were walking out of a new candy shop in Bayville, eating chocolates and things as they walked through town. The store had an admittedly cute blonde girl behind the counter. She would have been Remys type back in the day-slim with her blonde hair up and two wavy side-bangs hanging to frame her face. She had big green eyes and a nice smile. Of course Remy hadn't paid her any attention since his attention was on Molly. Despite all this, Remy could sense Molly still felt bothered.

"Uh," Molly said, "Y-you still like my b-body, don't you Remy?" Her stammer snuck it's way back into her speech. It couldn't be helped with such an awkward, blunt question.

"Always," Remy said, his red eyes roving over the entirety of Molly.

"Uh, good," Molly smiled shyly, staring into the ground for a few moments as they walked, "After all this time...I mean, well, I just worry that since I'm, uh, very chubby that maybe you'd get bored and lose interest. I know you always liked slimmer girls and if I'm not that for you..." Molly trailed.

'The girl is crazy,' Remy thought to himself as he considered his next words to Molly, 'Body like a dream and she still worries.
She has the most enticing, womanly shape and there are still doubts. She doesn't have any idea what I would give to see her bare.'
Remy probably could have expressed all of his inner thoughts to Molly, but those thoughts would only shock and embarrass her.
Besides, even if Molly was overweight, Remy had gotten to find her belly and other chubby parts cute.

They stopped walking and Remy kissed her, "Molly, even if I liked slimmer girls before, that doesn't mean anything. You wouldn't ever have to lose weight for me to love you more and I don't think I could just become bored and lose interest just over your size alone. I enjoy how you look now and I think you have a very sexy and fascinating body ma amour."

If emotions had a scale, Molly's happiness would have been at twelve out of ten and her pride and confidence would have risen from a zero to a billion. After that Molly walked down the street standing a little taller with her head a little higher.

"une si belle ne devrait pas s'inqui ter. Vous disposez d'un d'un body ange. D'une tentatrice s duisante," Remy pulled Molly a little closer as they walked along, keeping his arm around her waist.

Molly smiled, "You spoil me way too much Remy!"

"That's one of my favorite hobbies," Remy replied.


Molly and Remy got home, still hand in hand and all over each other like glue as Molly leaned into his arm.
They were never the cutesy-baby-talk-and-silly-drama type of couple, but the two were just as openly affectionate as any other pair you'd see on the street.

"Ma ange, I love you," Remy said romantically as they reached the stairs, showing his bright smile.

"I love you too," Molly smiled, dropping Remy's hand. She quickly made her way and stood two steps up, face to face with Remy.

"That's cheating," Remy said.

"So I cheat," Molly smirked, then leaning in for a kiss. A kiss turned into several.

"EWWWW!" A bunch of younger voices chorused.

The couple looked over to see Jamie, Pierre, David, Heather, Meggan and Michelle looking through the bannister.

"Of course they think anyone kissing is gross," Remy said, then he looked at Molly, "My room?"

"Definitely," Molly said.

When they reached Remy's room, Molly ran in to jump onto the bed, but quickly found herself in an avalanche of all the clean laundry that had been sitting on top of the bed.

"Oh jeez!" Molly quickly scooted out from underneath the piles that had landed on her lap of boxer shorts and under shirts and...a pair of bright red boxer briefs.

"I knew there was something I forgot," Remy snapped his fingers. He looked at Molly with his usual smirk, "What? Underwear scaring you?"
Remy was always easily amused by her goofy, outrageous reactions to things. Sometimes Molly could be dramatic or annoying, but most of the time she was just funny and dorky, making Remy feel like laughing, even if Molly wasn't being intentionally funny.

"Not _scaring_ me," Molly said, "Just making me...uh...very uncomfortable."

"Just uncomfortable? 'Cause I'm getting mixed feelings from you," Remy grabbed a pile of clothes and put them on the floor.

Molly was probably imagining Remy in those red boxer briefs. And Maybe Molly was imagining Remy making-out with her like that. Remy could only hope.

"Well...well..." Molly faltered, "Okay, maybe I am feeling a little more then just uncomfortable." She scrunched up for a moment, hunching forward and looking embarrassed as she stared at the floor. Remy cleared off the rest of the bed, then took Molly into his arms. He noticed the way she liked to stare at his biceps as she snuggled against his chest. Remy could feel everything Molly was feeling.

~HAPPY...CONTENT...LOVE...LUST...LUST...LOVE...AROUSED~

"Cherie," Remy hugged her tight, "You really have a thing for my arms, don't you?"

"Yeah. Who wouldn't? They're, uh, nice," Molly said.

"That's downplaying it," Remy said.

"I'm afraid if I don't downplay it, I won't quite be able to control myself," Molly said.

"Aw come on. I like hearing what you think about me," Remy said.

"Your arms are very sexy and...and hard...and I find them very attractive," Molly said shyly.

"That's better," Remy said, "See? You're still in control."

"Weren't we supposed to be, like, kissing or something?" Molly said absently.

"We were," Remy smiled, pulling Mollys face close.

They kissed for a few moments, getting a nice rhythm going, then...

"KNOCK-KNOCK"

They looked over to see Scott standing there.
"We just got an emergency call. Everyone else is waiting in the hangar. Go get ready."

"Figures," Molly climbed off the bed.

"We'll continue later," Remy said, "The second we get back. I promise Cherie."

"Okay," Molly said, leaving for her room.


translation= One so beautiful shouldn't worry. You have the body of an angel. Of an alluring temptress.