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.
Remy and Molly went about the rest of the day as normally as they could. Mostly just following their friends around in curiosity of their day.
Watching Scott and Jean comfort each other during a difficult time.
Watching the kids try to regain some sense of normalcy as they did chores, talked and played.
Seeing Kurt go off alone to be on his own in the Forest, and Logan doing the same,
going on his bike to who-knew-where.
"This is depressing," Molly pointed out the obvious as the two of them stood around in the kitchen, watching Ororo tend to the plants within.
"You can say that again," Remy sat down in the booth next to the window.
Molly went and sat next to him.
"The privacy really means nothing when there's no one to interrupt us," Molly sighed.
"Guess not," Remy said, putting an arm around her and nuzzling her neck, "But that doesn't mean we can't still have some fun, hein?"
Molly giggled, reaching to play with Remys hair and rub behind his ear.
The moment was a bit interrupted when Scott came rushing into the kitchen.
"Storm, there's something going down at the library. Can you gather up the younger kids? We need everyone."
"Right away," Ororo said.
Remy and Molly followed along, even thought they couldn't do anything, it seemed too big of a mission to just stay home.
When they arrived at the library, There was a man in a huge, silver mecha suit tearing everything up, getting into the library by force.
"Knowledge is power!" The man yelled from a microphone attached to the suit, looking like something from a drive through window, as he picked up books, somehow absorbing the information from the books in a non-physical way.
Remy held a hand to his forehead.
"I think I actually miss Magneto."
"Yeah," Molly agreed
, watching as her friends attacked the man head on.
Shadowcat tried phasing the suit into disruption, but that only short-circuited a few wires. However, they made quick work of things by having Collossus grab the man from behind, holding his arms as Rogue touched his face, causing him to pass out.
"Well that was pretty easy," Molly was visibly impressed.
"Too easy," Remy said, rubbing his jaw with his thumb and forefinger, "Hope they can keep an eye on him."
Molly yawned as they piled back into the van, leaning against Remy as she phased through Kurt while Remy sat through Jean.
"Remy? Hey, Remy!" Molly waved a hand in front of Remy's face as he stared down, preoccupied with oggling Jeans shapely figure.
"Mmh?" Remy snapped out of it, looking at Molly.
"I was thinking, what if maybe we, I don't know, just disappear into nonexistence?" Molly said, "If our atoms just get scattered at some point."
"I think that would've happened already if it was going to," Remy pulled her closer.
"I guess your right," Molly said, "And what's with staring at Jean?"
"Cherie, I wouldn't be a man if I didn't drool over a nice figure right in front of me. You however-"
"I know I know," Molly smirked, "I put Jean and all other women to shame, I'm the light in your life, your angel, your this, your that, etcetera."
"Yes, but I was going to say that a much sexier, curvier body then Jean," Remy licked his lips, now openly oggling Molly's body instead.
Instead of looking embarrassed, Molly just sat there fluffing her hair and sticking her chest out, now enjoying Remy's appreciation of her assets instead of scolding him or feeling ashamed.
"Mon dieu," Remy smirked, "The wallflower just turned into an alluring, provocative woman."
Molly just continued to smile.
When they got back to the mansion, Molly grabbed Remys hand, pulling him along upstairs.
"Where might we be going?" Remy smiled mischievously, obviously eager to know what all this would lead up to.
"My room," Molly looked back at him, "See if I can't get Jean off of your mind."
Frankly, Molly never wanted to catch Remy looking at Jean-or any other girl-that way again, no matter what the circumstances. Jealousy was an ugly thing, but this time Molly was using it to her advantage instead of having it work against her.
"Am I dreaming? Must be dreaming," Remy said to himself.
"Not dreaming," Molly said, opening Remys door and pulling him to the bed. She kissed up his neck, then his jaw, ending at his mouth. Remy's hands found their way around her waist. Molly heard Remy start breathing heavy as she started breathing heavily too. Molly felt her heart pounding as she gulped, hungry for Remys warmth and touch.
Molly wasn't trying to seduce Remy in any particular way and she didn't want the reverse to happen.
Molly only wanted to stake her claim-remind Remy who his heart belonged to.
Molly let out a moan, then a giggle as she suddenly took to grabbing the collar of Remys uniform and pulling him closer with all her strength.
"Hrmrrgl?!" Remy garbled as he caught himself falling forward onto his hands. He stopped kissing Molly a moment.
"Careful!" He warned, "If I fall on you or something, I might break a rib-yours."
"What? 'Cause You're zero percent of body fat and 99 percent of muscle?" Molly grinned.
"Molly I'm serious," Remy stared gravely at her, "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I don't want to hurt you on accident.
Especially now."
"Yes, I guess you're right," Molly sat back up after Remy moved over, "It would be...bad...if either of us got hurt like this. No infirmary and Doctor McCoy to take care of us."
"Rules in place then," Remy stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, "Shall we continue where we left off?"
"Oh yeah," Molly smiled.
Remy pulled her closer, kissing Molly with generous, intense feeling. "You don't need to worry about me looking at other girls. I'm all yours Cherie," Remy said softly, holding Molly firmly, bringing his hands up her back and to her neck to rub it, "Sometimes my eyes just get the better of me is all."
"Mmm," Molly murmured. She stopped kissing and hugged around Remys torso, burying her face into his chest, snuggling into it, "You make me feel so...ohh...I can't even describe it." Molly's body was warm all over, with all the human reactions to making-out and being so close to Remy, tight in his embrace. Part of her did want _more_, but she had been satisfied enough to quiet her hormonal, emotional wants.
"That's how I feel too sometimes," Remy agreed, "And now that you're becoming more...openly sensual...I'm sure our relationship will blossom even more."
"Yes," Molly said, "I feel less scared and confused now because we feel the same. In love. On the same page. Our relationship can mature more and more until, maybe, we're ready to get married. Possibly. Um, hopefully."
"Married," Remy looked thoughtful as he stayed sitting up, "You in lingerie and me in...well nothing, really."
Molly put a hand to her forehead, almost a gesture of frustration, "_Also_ sharing our whole lives together and making new memories as a married couple."
"Uh, that too," Remy said, "Then there's the prospective thrill of taking you to bed every night and having some..._fun_." Remys eyes glittered and Molly could almost see the drool seeping out of his mouth.
"Every night?!" Mollys mouth hung open, her eyes wide, "Remy! Moderation!"
"We'll see, but seeing as how much I lust after you now, the idea of moderation just isn't possible at the moment," Remy said, "Besides, you have your fantasies and, well, I have mine."
Molly blushed, all her earlier vixen-ness leaving her to revert to her usual embarrassment. "So...you think about th-that kind o-of stuff?"
"Hey, as I remember, you have similar thoughts about me as well," Remy rubbed her left arm as he smiled.
"Probably not as often-or as intense-as you," Molly rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure you're right," Remy started nuzzling her neck.
"Remy...maybe we should, you know, get back to our whole problem?" Molly said.
"Come on cherie," Remy purred, "Like I said, we'll wait a few days and see if things don't blow over. Just a little break to relax and chill out."
"Oh fine," Molly sighed right before Remy started kissing her mouth again.