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: This was a little hard to write at first (because I was working on another 'fic further along in the series that I was having more fun playing with.), but once I got the ball rolling everything was fine. I hope it's not too "dragging" or too rushed and I hope the ending is okay. Also, a lot of talk about sex happens in this fan-fic, so fair warning. That's what couples do, so I'm just keeping it realistic (but fairly innocent) I guess. The beginning of this chapter is a little steamy, so you should know that too. Enjoy!
"You look so beautiful tonight, my angel," Remy cupped a hand to Molly's face, admiring her red satin, lacy negligee.
"Thanks...I mean, um, thank you," Molly smiled. Remy got up and poured the two of them champagne.
"Now," Remy said, disintegrating his empty glass in a display of his power, "Let's make this marriage _official_."
Remy started kissing Molly, then they started having an incredible, amazing night. Molly was ecstatic...and Remy was so completely ravenous for her. Just for her.
"I love you forever, Molly," Remy stroked her face with the back of his hand in the middle of all the passion.
"Remy I-"
"BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!"
"Unnghff," Molly groaned, glaring though bleary eyes at her alarm clock intensely as embers melting copper. She slammed her hand down so hard on the machine that it was painful, but not enough to yell out. It sure left a mark however. With that she got up and started getting dressed. She had her jeans on and her t-shirt in her hands when her bedroom door flew open. Flustered, Molly hugged the shirt tight against her body as she scrunched up, turning away slightly to avoid being completely seen half dressed.
For half of a second Remy and Molly just stared at each other awkwardly. It felt like five years passed.
"Remy! I'm trying to get _dressed_! Learn to knock, will you?" Molly snapped angrily. Remy was dressed in his uniform and looking a little shocked. If anyone else had come into the room, they would have found themselves being chased through the halls by a tiger in a hot second. Remy had immunity from this, but Molly wasn't above teaching him a lesson if he needed it.
"Uh, sorry, but you...wow...knock out," Remy stared at her. It was possible he'd seen her in her bra, she wasn't sure.
"WILL YOU GET OUT OF HERE!" Molly yelled. Remy left with a smirk, "Alright, but I'm never going to forget _this_."
He shut the door. Molly finished getting dressed and met him out in the hallway.
"Now what was so important that you had to barge in on me for?" Molly crossed her arms, lips pierced, still aggravated.
"I just came to tell you that we're organizing another search party. We're leaving in an hour," Remy said.
"Great!" Molly smiled. The search for the professor was still ongoing. They all knew that the X-Men would search every corner of the world if they had to in order to find and save their Professor. "I guess I'd better go and suit up then," Molly said. She turned around and opened up the door to her room. "Oh, I was thinking," Molly turned around to face him. "Yeah?" Remy said.
Molly was trying to keep her eyes on his face instead of letting them wander southward to his chest or his arms. Even fully dressed, Molly could still make out Remys musculature through his clothing. Molly knew he wore his sleeves on his uniform all rolled up like that just to show off, (not that she minded.) "Well we've been going out for about eight months now and, well, I thought if you wanted to, we could do like an anniversary thing," Molly said, feeling cautiously hopeful. Like a child asking for a new toy and waiting for their parent to say yes.
"Okay, I guess we could do that," Remy said, "I mean, if you _really_ want to." He smirked a little, sensing her obvious excitement about the whole idea.
Molly hugged him with so much enthusiasm that it seemed to be contagious. They could have presents, maybe get a cake and go out and do something fun. "We're going to have the best eight month anniversary ever!" Molly smiled.
Molly went back into her room and started throwing on her uniform, all the while smiling to herself. Remy could be very overwhelming at times, but that was one of the things she liked about him. He was spontaneous and exciting! Remy respected her, was patient with her, always very sweet, and loved showering her with affection (that was the understatement of the decade!) Remy was also good about letting her have her space and freedom.
So with all that love, respect and generosity bestowed on her, with an eight month anniversary coming up, Molly was greatly frustrated that she hadn't seemed to be head-over-heels in love with him yet. Molly realized that she had to be patient with _herself_.
Remy was her first ever boyfriend. She had never had a guy hold her hand, much less tell her that they loved her or even liked her, before Remy.
Even if they had known each other a long time and been going out a while, Molly had to rationalize that such feelings weren't going to happen over night.
Except that was what she wanted. Molly thought it was what Remy deserved. He deserved a girlfriend that loved him back as much as he loved her, if not more.
"...You idiot," Molly said quietly to herself, leaning against the door in the semi-darkness with the lights off. The room seemed cold and lifeless.
There was no time to berate herself now, only time to get breakfast and run to the hanger. The team was waiting.
Some time later, the X-Men we're searching an old, broken down fun house somewhere in Texas. They'd found strong magnetic signatures and bursts of telepathic activity resonating from there using cerebro, so that could only mean one thing. They had split up individually, trying to cover more ground. Molly was sniffing around in dog form, smelling nothing familiar.
Suddenly she could hear someone-Remy, she realized-getting into a scuffle. Molly raced hurriedly to the sound, leaping onto Remy's attacker at the beginning of the house of mirrors with all her strength. There was a thin boy with light green skin who didn't look like he could do much harm to anyone, yet Remy was laying there unconscious all the same. Molly changed back." What did you _do_ to him?" She yelled, more outraged then she had been in a long time. "Sometimes my powers knock people out. I-I'm sorry. Magneto left me behind because he thought I was useless. I didn't want to hurt him, I just got scared and reacted," The boy explained.
Molly quickly changed into her grizzly bear form in order to pin the kid down to the ground. With that she bellowed out, alerting the rest of the team.
In no time, the boy was handcuffed and they were on the way back to the Institute. There was just one problem. Remy still hadn't woken up yet.
"How's everything looking?" Molly looked at Hank worriedly as he examined notes on Remy back at The Institute. Remy had already been unconscious for over an hour. "His vital signs are fine and he's stable. I think there's a good chance he'll wake up soon," Hank explained.
"Yeah...but we don't know what that kid did to him," Molly's heart was in her throat.
Molly stayed with Remy until he woke up-almost three hours after he'd been knocked unconscious. "You're okay!" Molly threw her arms around his shoulders, pressing her face against his own.
Unfortunately, this skin-to-skin contact had a side effect. "Ahh!" Molly felt hot all over and suddenly exhausted. She quickly pulled away from Remy as fast as she could manage, collapsing into the nearest chair so hard that the chair wobbled.
"What the...?" Remy questioned.
"That...that kid must have done something to you," Molly reasoned, putting a hand to her forehead with a groan, "I don't know what, but it wasn't anything good."
A little while later, Molly waited outside the infirmary while Hank gave Remy an examination. When she came back in, Remy did _not_ look happy. Not at all.
"That green boy really managed to make my life miserable," Remy grumbled, "Now I can't touch any living thing without draining off a good portion of it's energy.
Hank talked to him and he said the effect could last a day, a week, or even a few months. Every victim is different."
"Kind of like Rogue," Molly tilted her head, both worried and fascinated. Since meeting Rogue, Molly had never met another mutant with a power like hers.
Now Remy was having a similar problem and they had no idea how it was going to last.
It slowly dawned on Molly what all this meant.
No holding hands, no hugging, no snuggling and definitely no kissing. Pain ravaged Molly's heart like a deep wound, but she knew it couldn't be as bad as Remy was feeling. Remy _needed_ physical contact. It was funny how he and Rogue were so opposite. Not only could Rogue not be touched, she usually didn't want to be.
With the right person, Remy enjoyed hugging and much of his affection shown to Molly was physical. This wasn't going to be a walk in the park and they both knew it.
"Um, you stay here," Molly said, "I'll go upstairs and find you something to wear."
"Thanks sweetheart," Remy said softly.
AN: I can almost believe that I'm so unobservant that this would actually happen to me, (in theory). I'd be completely in love and not know it.
So Molly gets to figure it out for herself the hard way.