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They decided to stay in a hotel for a few nights, just to make sure that the Black Queen made it to her next speech in time. She didn't leave go of Remy's hand the whole way there and clung to him when they were out in the open. At one point, the paranoia became too much for her and she threw up a bubble around all of them.
"Sorry, honey, but I don't think that that will stop a bullet." Logan smiled a little to soften the criticism. Again she cocked her head to the side.
"Try breaking through it, arrogant wolverine. See if your beast can free itself." Her eyes glowed eerily as she waited for him to comply.
Remy frowned a little, and Rogue pushed her man gently, urging him to prove himself right. The Queen watched silently.
Thinking he was just doing it to humour the little Queen, Logan unsheathed his claws and delivered a blow to the bubble. His claws bent.
He lifted them to his face, getting a closer look. The claws were indeed, bent slightly.
The female stood there with an eyebrow raised, a small smile on her lips.
"Now, do you think it can stop a bullet? It can bend adamantium, but can it stop a bullet? I just don't know." Her head cocked, her voice pitched high and ditzy, as if she were stupid. Remy laughed, Rogue struggled not to laugh and Logan glared sullenly at her.
"Where's this hotel?" Logan changed the subject. She smiled broadly.
"The next block over. It's run by mutants so we'll get free rooms. I haven't exactly got a lot of money, so this is the best I can do for y'all. It's a top notch hotel, ritzy and expensive, but they get free publicity if I go there, hence the free rooms." She began to walk again and the others followed, compelled by something they didn't understand.
The rooms were more luxurious than they could have hoped for. They got the penthouse suite, which had two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, an inside pool, a roof garden, a massive balcony, soft carpets, a roaring fire, a deluxe bathroom with huge bath, pulsing jet shower and heated floors. Everything was lush and comfortable, expensive. Rogue squealed happily and leaped onto the plush sofa the minute the Black Queen opened the door. Even Logan had to admire the room.
"Umm, not to get you down or anything, but how are we rooming?" Everyone stopped what they were doing at Remy's low words and looked at each other.
The Queen began to say something but then blushed and shut up.
Logan looked at Rogue, and Rogue looked at Logan. He charged towards her, picked her up and dashed into one of the bedrooms. All they heard were squeals, and then a hell of a lot of moaning.
Gambit clapped his hands together and tried not to look at the Queen. She, in turn, didn't look at him and sat down on the sofa to watch TV. When the moaning got louder, Remy sat down beside her and cranked up the volume.
"What's your name? I only know you as the Black Queen."
She smiled. "Serenity Daratrazanoff. I think it's easier for people to call me the Black Queen."
"I'm Remy LeBeau."
"I know." She laughed and then looked back at the TV. It was 300. The men fought and blood sprayed, and Serenity didn't notice any of it because she was busy watching the guy sitting next to her. His body was warm and she leaned into it, testing his reaction.
His heart sped up.
Her eyes were heavy and she shut them for a second, listening to the screams on the TV.
Remy glanced down at the sleeping mutant that had settled against him. Her eyes were closed tight, her breathing even, her hair fanning over his chest. The movie had finished and changed to something he'd never seen. He watched her sleep for a while and then decided to put her into bed. Gently easing out from beneath her, Remy leaned down and picked her up, cradling her head so it fit in the crook of his neck, his arms beneath her knees. She didn't wake.
But she did purr.
He carried her into the extra bedroom, lay her on the bed and shut the drapes. Then he made sure she was tucked in under the covers. He stroked a finger gently down the curve of her cheek. Her hand reached up and grabbed onto the finger, pulling it close under her chin. He smiled and extracted himself from her grip.
With one last look, he walked out of the room.
The door shut with a flick of his hand and a glow of red.
The queen of spades dropped to the floor.
The low growling noise penetrated Gambit's dreams and he rose slowly from their murky depths, lifting his head off the pillow. He'd awoken a few hours earlier due to the roaring of Logan – bad dreams – but had easily dropped off again. It was four o'clock according to the DVD player and Gambit looked around, fingers charging another card. The growling became louder followed by thrashing and the sound of ripping fabric. He ran into Serenity's room to find her curled in on herself, claws extended dangerously, the bed linens in strips around her.
"Please, no more. I don't want anymore. I'll be good….just please don't do it again….please….no more. No…..moooorrrreeee!!!"It started as mumbling but the last word ended in a scream. She was crying and holding her hands in front of her face, shielding herself from invisible blows.
His heart breaking at the pain in her voice, Remy reached for her, cooing, soothing, and talking to her about nothing. She quieted and her hands curled under her chin again, but the tears continued and she begged, pleaded under her breath, over and over.
Remy sat on the edge of the bed, still talking and she crept into his arms, into his lap, getting as close to him as she could. He wrapped himself around her as she cried, protecting her. Her hands reached around his neck and tangled in his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist as she tried to get even closer. She nuzzled and licked his neck, taking comfort from the salty silk of his skin and the spicy scent of him.
Serenity was neither asleep nor awake, but both, in both worlds. Remy shielded her from the blows as they landed, protected her from the needles they tried to jab in her and stopped them from putting her back in the cage. Her cat's curled into him; they surrounded themselves with his scent, his taste. But as the dream changed and her tears dried, Serenity felt a different need. Not for protection or comfort. No, it was slow warmth at the centre of her body, a throbbing ache that was bordering on painful. A need so intense, begging for relief.
Remy sensed the change in her.
And his body hardened. With her legs around his waist, her core was pressed up against the hardest part of him, a part that wanted to take her. Her full breasts were mashed against his chest, her nipples stiff. When her lips moved over his neck, laved gently at his jaw, questing for his mouth, he groaned. He tried to wake her and when he looked down, found that her emerald eyes were open wide and dark with lust. She licked her lip and he caught it with his teeth, tugging. She giggled.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Saving me."
"You don't have to do this, to repay me for comforting you." She blushed but shook her head.
"I know. I want to do this. I have from the moment I saw you." Her eyes dilated as they fixed on his lips again. Moaning he leaned down and brushed her lips with his own. She responded fiercely, deepening the kiss and pulling him close. He tasted sweet and minty, with hints of chocolate and as his tongue entered her mouth, the cats inside her purred in pleasure. She lapped at him, licking his lips, trailing down to his jaw again, nibbling the slightly whiskered skin. She leaned backwards and pulled him over the top of her.
"Are you sure?" His eyes gleamed red in the dark as he watched her face.
She nodded and her cats purred in agreement. His body rested in the cradle of her hips, and his erection pressed up against the centre of her body, rubbing slowly. She hissed in ecstasy.
As he leaned down, the door crashed open.
Logan stood in the doorway, breathing heavily. They froze on the bed.
A growl rumbled from Serenity's throat, her lip curled.
"Uhh, sorry, I thought I heard screaming. Before." Logan scratched his neck, embarrassed.
"I was dreaming. Sorry. But its ok now." Serenity went bright red as she explained herself to the older mutant.
"Right, then, umm, I'll go back to bed." They both nodded and he left.
Remy laughed in a whispered rush and dropped his head onto her shoulder. She cradled his head and laughed along with him.
Remy rolled over, tugging her with him until she lay half over him.
"I think we should sleep. I'll stay, if you want, and when we have more time……" He trailed off and she smiled against his chest.
"How much time do you need?"
"I intend to savour every inch of your body, chere, so we're gonna need at least a couple of days in bed." She laughed again and snuggled closer, then realised she was fully dressed. She tugged her gown over her head and then closed her eyes, her hand on his chest.
His T-shirt disappeared and then reappeared on her, covering her once again. She slipped her bra off and then lay back down.
Remy stared at her open mouthed, but then shrugged and removed his pants. As he lay back, she clambered half onto him again, sighed and drifted back off to sleep.
Remy chuckled at how fast she was able to do that, rested his head atop hers and joined her.