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Remy groggily rose from his bed at the sound of knocking on his door. It was fifteen minutes to ten. Who de fuck is dat bangin' on de do'e? He opened it angrily to find a bellhop standing before him. "Para tu, Senor." Remy snatched the envelope he was holding and shut the door. He first grabbed a bottled water from the mini fridge and took a swig. The wine from the night before had left his mouth dry. He opened the note and began to read:

Hello my friend!

I got up this morning for some training on the beach and whom should I run into but the lovely Miss Munroe. I thought I might impress her with a thing or two while she watched me. As it turns out the lady is quite proficient in hand to hand herself. Never has my adrenal and lust pumped so vigorously all at once before! Really Remy, how could you let such a fabulous woman sit idle all this time? Looks, skills, a pleasing demeanor; it is a sin to let her genetics go to waste. I have decided after I win our wager I shall take her over to my family's estate to meet Mama. She has been not so quietly hinting around about grandchildren.

Ciao,

Vega

Remy spat out his water and nearly choked all at once. Dat durdee muthafuckah!

Remy stomped out of his suite to Ororo's. He pounded on her door. Ororo answered it pleasantly, "It's about time you got up. I've been waiting for you all morning." "Have ya now, petit?" he replied sarcastically. Ororo eyed her friend coolly but decided not carry on the tense banter. It was too early in the day and she was too hungry to care.

"Let's head out and get some food then relax at the beach. You could work on your tan."

He wanted to stay mad at Ororo, but what was there to be mad at? Her running into Vega on the beach as she did yoga, an activity she did every morning? He sighed, "Whatevah ya say, Stormy. Give Remy a minute ta get ready."

It seemed that majority of the Spanish were late risers. It was almost eleven and they had just begun eating almurezo, or "second breakfast" as it was commonly called. Storm enjoyed a kale salad and tapas with her orange juice as Remy had a sandwich and a beer while they sat at a sidewalk cafe before going to the beach. Ororo looked over her emails for a moment and was quite engrossed until he said, "100,000."

"Excuse me Remy?"

"I finely heard back from de driver I sent ta pick ya up. He told me two minutes after ya flight landed another driver came up ta him wit' a case full o' cash an' tol' 'im ta get lost."

"Well we excepted as much. I am quite relieved he is not dead."

"Oui, 'cause you know it just as easily coulda been dat."

"I know Remy. I'm the one who brought it up."

"Stormy de man paid a hundred grand fo' de honor of driving ya here!"

Remy didn't mean to sound angry but he felt like she wasn't seeing the point.

"And you want to pay me five million for hanging out and looking out for you, things I gladly do for free. Men with a lot of money can afford to be free with it. What are you getting at?"

"Chere, a man like him ain't never met a woman like ya befo'e an' it can be life changin'. Believe me. I know. I followed ya home. Who ta say he won'?"

"While I will wholeheartedly agree, caution and Vega go handed in handed." Especially when too close to his mouth. "Remy, you were a totally different case. I didn't come here without some information. Even from a family of elitist Victor cares for no one but himself and unlike you he has never shown an interest in wanting to. I am just a pleasant distraction in another business dealing. But enough of that, can we please just enjoy our day?"

*~GB~*

Once they stepped foot on to the sand it became quite clear that it was a topless beach. "We can go ta anothah beach, Cheri. Le's go," he said as he tugged gently on her arm, but Ororo stood her ground. "Don't be silly. I am perfectly comfortable with also going topless as everyone else here is. Now lets find a good spot. I want to lay out." Remy gnawed his bottom lip as he silently cursed in his head. Was he upset with the idea of seeing a topless Ororo? Hell naw! Ororo's chest was something many men ogled over. He at times was caught red handed trying to sneak a peak down her plunging blouses. The idea of seeing what he had only imagined before was almost unbelievable but he was upset with other people seeing her topless.

Fortunately the beach was not crowded at the time. As soon as Ororo found a spot she was pleased with she began to unclothe. First her jean mini skirt was removed followed by a yellow tank top, leaving her in a bikini similar to the one the night before but mint green. She reached behind her back. With one mere flick her bust sprung free. Remy tried with all his might not to gawk but from the multiple quick glances he captured he could say without hesitation that she had the most beautiful bosoms he ever had the privilege of seeing. This was coming from a man who had seen almost as many as Hugh Heffner.

He began to strip down to his swimming trunks when Ororo inadvertently appraised him. She had seem Remy plenty of times prancing around in only his boxers, making no attempts to conceal what he was blessed with. But there was something about the way his peach complexion skin glowed, ready to be baked to a beautiful golden tan hue. His shaggy auburn tresses shimmered in the sun, as well as the faint trail of hair that was found under his six pack leading to areas unknown to her. She turned her head away to gaze out into the ocean.

"Ready ta go fo' a dip?" Remy asked with his trademark heart-melting smirk.

"You read my mind."

They waded into the depths of the sea, basking in the cool water. Ororo ducked underneath, causing Remy's head to swivel around in search of her. She popped up in front of him. As if in slow motion she flipped her ivory locks back, water flowing down her magnificent body. It was enough to make Remy stiffen. C'mon Remy, stay focused homme. She met his gaze with a mischievous one. She grinned then shot water out from her mouth, hitting Remy in the face. He shook his face free from the offending water as she giggled. He may have seemed annoyed with her childish antics but inwardly he was thrilled she did it. It meant she was beginning to unwind and put her problems on pause, but he would never let her know that. "Oh, ya gonna get it now, Stormy!" he threatened and went after her. Ororo automatically began to swim but Remy was right on her. He grabbed hold of a calf and pulled her towards him.

She squealed in mock protest as he twirled her around to face him. She instinctively wrapped her long, tone legs around his hips as his hands settled on her petite waist. He pulled her closer to him, her nipples grazing against his harden chest. They had shared casual caresses previously but there was something more electrifying behind it. Remy swept a damp lock of hair away from her face then rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths intermingled, lips nearly quivering to be kissed. Ororo swallowed hard. "I'm going to go lay out," she announced before swimming to shore.

Remy exhaled heavily and slowly followed behind. Note ta self ,damn near skinny dippin' ain't as good as it sounds. He met her lying out, grains of sand clung to mocha thighs. He laid down next to here, enjoying the sounds of the crashing waves and the company that came with it. A blond with a bountiful bust line that was given to her by her plastic surgeon instead of God sauntered past, making not so subtle flirtatious eyes in Remy's direction that he returned with his signature grin. His eyes followed her as she slinked away.

The act did not go unnoticed by Ororo. Her chest stung. It wasn't out of jealous though, more out of insecurity. She was comfortable with her shape and wouldn't change anything about it. She also understood that everyone had a preference. But after all these years, all the laughs, blood, sweat and tears the two mutants had shared together she couldn't clearly recall where she believed his flirty teasing. Ororo shrugged it off. Best to keep work and play separate.

Ororo brought out a bottle of tanning lotion. "Remy, do you mind getting my back?" Though he kept his renowned cool demeanor his mind was screaming, Mon Dieu, dis fille is tryin' ta kill me... Wouldn' be da firs' time a femme did. His hands slightly shook as he massaged the lotion onto her back. Her skin shone brilliantly in the sun as he descended past delicate shoulders to her miniature waist and spreading out once more. He thumbed the dimples in the small of her back, silently relishing in the silkiness of her skin. He had to force himself to stop. The stirring had returned and he refused to embarrass himself in public.

As she laid there quietly Remy took the moment to silently argue with himself. Why is dis so hard fo' me?... 'Cause I respect her dat's why. But she deserve mo'e dan jus' bein' anothah notch on dat smug sonovabitch's bedpost. Wouldn' dat be de samethin' I'm doin' though?... Non, 'cause I care fo' her. He paused. He cared for her. Of course he did. They were best friends, had been for years now. But something struck a cord in him when he thought of it.

Ororo rolled over onto her back and began to glaze herself with the lotion, spreading it over her taut stomach, ascending up to her pert, full bust. Remy shot up and speedily dressed, his trunks soaking through his camo shorts. "Remy really should get some res' befo'e I go observin' tanigh'. See ya 'round, Stormy."

Storm merely watched as he retreated but shrugged it off and returned to tanning.

Remy walked quickly to the hotel, bumping into people and not caring as he rushed back singing a French nursery rhyme mentally to focus on anything but Storm and the feeling she stirred both physically and emotionally. Frère Jacques, frère Jacques. Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

Ororo sighed as she laid on the sand, sunrays beaming down on her. She reasoned that he was truly the one on assignment, she was practically on vacation; that's why he hurriedly left but she knew that was a lie. She tried to shake the thought of Remy leaving because of her, because of that electric feel that shocked them both when in the water. There was one person who she could call at the moment that would help put things into prospective.

"Konnichiwa Wind Rider!" her friend jovially greeted after the third ring.

"Hello, Yukio. How are you my friend?" Ororo replied, an instant smile spread across her face. Much like Remy no matter how many times she raised Storm's stress level to ultimate highs there were always plenty of laughs and grins to make up for it. The ronin, much like the thief would have her back without question, just as she had for them.

"Oh, I'm great chica. Just doing the usual. So what's new with you?"

Ororo recounted the past two days to her pal, leaving no details out. When she was finished Yukio said in awe, "So you started your morning kissing one of the world's hottest and deadliest men. Then halfway through the day you had your tits pressed against the sexiest thief alive! You know if I didn't love you I'd really hate you sometimes."

"Yukio, this is serious. I need advice. I've never had anyone nearly falter my self-control like these two have. I don't know if I can hold out much longer. Plus it's Remy. He's my best friend! I shouldn't have to question what I think of him."

"Well there are a few questions you have to honestly answer. Did it feel right when you were that close to him?"

"Of course, Remy and I have been close to one another plenty of times before."

"No Ororo, this time at the beach. Did it feel different? Did it feel right?"

Storm paused to ponder. His touches, his nearness did feel different than before. It felt heated with traces of passion... Then again, Remy has always been a passionate man. It all probably doesn't mean much, but perhaps... Ororo answered, "I'm not sure."

"I'll take that as a yes. 'Ro, babes, I think you are going to have to take sometime out and think long and hard about Remy. I know you say he is your best friend but maybe it's time to take things further than just friendship."

Ororo responded with a groan and an eye roll. Yukio laughed, "But in the meantime you have a very sexy Spaniard who seems to be more than eager to take your mind off of him. I say seize the moment sweetheart, carpe diem! Because if you don't I will book the next flight to Barcelona and screw him silly myself."

Leave it to Yukio to make her chuckle. Once she caught her breath she thanked the Japanese woman, "I really appreciate the words of advice. We must get together soon."

"Most definitely. Just swing by Tokyo. It's only a few thousands miles away. Keep me updated."

"Will do. Take care, my friend."

Ororo toyed with the notion of calling Vega. She did need a distraction and he was an excellent one. Carpe Diem, remember? She picked her phone and scrolled through her contacts.

Vega found himself in a sullen mood, the kind of mood that not even two swimsuit models trying to please him at once could fix.

"Mmm…Senor Vega, that feels good, no?" the fake blonde asked.

"Sí, that feels…wonderful," Victor sighed while giving a role of a hand.

"What's the matter Vega?" The brunet asked looking up at him vacantly.

What's the matter is that I've grown tried of eating a salad when I crave steak. Their lips were too thin, breasts and rear too small. He decided to settle because after that kiss with Ororo on the beach he knew he needed to take the edge off before their dinner. Vega knew when he picked up two ladies at the photo shoot that they would not be up to snuff.

But then again next to her who would be? Ah, the feel of her underneath me, on top of me. Ororo had been right when she said their kiss was what was to be expected. He never had a doubt she'd be good, never questioned how sweet she'd taste. Just the thought of it was making him impossibly hard again.

"Ah si papi!"

Then the photos he received a short while ago hadn't helped any. Sure it was more than wonderful to see Ororo in all her womanly glory, much less wonderful to see her wrapped around the rouge. Yes, Vega would admit to himself anyway that he had felt a twinge of concern at the bet. Jealousy was just not something that he felt he was capable of. And yet again Victor had not lied when he sent Remy the note about seeing Ororo after this was all over. Despite never really doing so before, Victor found himself growing fond of her. He liked Ororo as much as he thought he could or ever liked anyone before. The concern or whatever it was passed once he saw the last photo of Remy taking off like a man possessed. But it had been close, too close. It had to be tonight. Vega knew once his competitor gained some sense and some nerve the game would be all but over.

"Please Vega they say your strokes are masterful. We would like you inside of us," the blond cooed. Forcing himself back into the moment he charmed, "But of course. Who am I to deny two lovelies such as yourselves anything?"

The fake blonde giggled as she got on to all fours. Vega placed himself into position behind her and just as he had placed his tip at her entrance Ororo's enchanting voice came from his phone.

"Victor this is silly, no I do not grant you permission to use my voice as a ring tone!"

Victor quickly picked up the phone but before answering he addressed the two women in the room with him. "Ladies I'm about to take a very important call, one that requires complete silence on both your parts." To emphasize his point Victor grabbed the model in front of him by her hair and dug his nails into her hip. She yelped out in pain.

"Should either one you make so much as a peep I shall give you both something far less pleasant to scream about. I hope we are clear." He removed the harsh snarl he threatened with and replaced it with his typical gentlemanly tone, "Hola Ororo and to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Nothing particularly special. My afternoon was free and I thought I might take a stroll through the local botanical garden. I know we already have dinner plans but I thought perhaps you'd like to join me. In less of course you have plans for now or are already weary of me."

"Blanca I am beginning to think you're the only person other than myself that I could never grow tried of. As far as other plans go... " Vega looked at the model still spread before him. Do I really leave a sure thing here to a take a stroll threw some flowers with Ororo? Oh Mama, if you could only see what this woman is doing to your son. "Of plans I have none and I will see you outside your room in 15 minutes." Vega hung up with his date and slapped the woman in front of him a little more than playfully on the rear.

"Rápidamente, off with you!"

"Uh but weren't we going to…" She tried to impale herself on his member but was thrown forcibly forward, falling face first onto the rug.

"Let it never be said Vega lies to women and as sorry as I am to disappoint your better has come calling like a siren. I find myself incapable of ignoring her song. Señoras, safe travels. Maybe our paths will cross again. My driver will gladly take you wherever you need to go. I'm off to shower and I wish you both to be gone by the time I emerge. Buenas tardes."

Yes, the game is still a foot and the little gift I sent LeBeau should be a great reminder to him of that.