Until the End: Dreams & visions of an undeniable future lead two women on the adventure of a lifetime. Together, they hope to somehow prevent the upcoming tragedy that could leave the entire world in disarray. OC Alert!
Note: I do not advocate promiscuity, but I will defend my story by stating that I have a purpose for everything. Sometimes, the seemingly worst mistakes that you make in life turn out to be the greatest moments in your entire life. That being said, read on.
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"If you need somebody the way that I need you. If you needed somebody the way that I want you."- Bad Company
Until the End
Chapter Four
-Robyn-
The thing that most of society will admit is that sex is something that is greatly sought after. What it tries to hide is that one night stands can sometimes turn out to be the best sex in one's lifetime.
I lie there happily, smile curling my lips. The man beside me was curled around me like a cat, his rock hard chest rising and falling in a comforting motion. His stubble rubbed against my skin roughly, but I cherished every moment as I lightly trailed my fingers over his smooth skin gently. I felt completely relaxed, warm and bubbly, completely used.
The night had gone exactly as planned. Almost.
The plan had been to appear drunk, but not drunk enough to need a taxi back to the hotel after Alexa had left. It had been to flirt, to cajole, to warm my way into the man's hotel room. Though, something told me that sleeping with the man wasn't exactly part of the plan.
So worth it, I thought to myself, pressing a warm kiss against his skin.
We'd stumbled into the door in fits of laughter, hardly able to stand. I'd made it very clear at the club that nothing would happen, and yet when his eyes had met mine, I knew I'd been lying. It had started as a heated kiss and evolved into a desperate race to disrobe and lose myself with a man that I hardly knew. It had ended almost majestically, leaving me so brain dead that I'd barely remembered to activate the GPS on my phone.
Fuck, I frowned, grimacing when Remy curled against me in his sleep. Alexa.
Part of me hoped that she would understand, that she wouldn't think less of me or him for what had happened. She may have seen it, predicted it, and that thought had me squirming out of the bed almost immediately.
"Chere?" a low and throaty voice called out as I sat on the edge of the bed, sheet curled around my body. His lips were warm against my shoulder as he moved around me, brushing kisses across my shoulders, up my neck, and nibbled on my ear. "Somethin' wrong?"
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, ignoring the sun streaming through the uncovered windows and willing myself to sink into the sensations that he sent across my entire body. It was so wrong, and yet it felt so Goddamned right.
He paused suddenly, lifting his head and resting his chin on my shoulder. "Down," he hissed, pushing me off of the bed and surprising me. I rolled on the floor once and sat up, wrapping the sheet around myself even more tightly. He had leapt off of the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and zipped them up by the time that the door flew open.
"Not so fast," a familiar voice called out, drawing my attention away from Remy and to the figure standing in the open doorway. Clad all in black; jeans, boots, tank, sunglasses- Alexa Jo Michaels was a scary sight. She walked into the room lazily, lifting a hand and slamming the door shut with the power of her mind. Her gaze seemed to sweep the room slowly, taking in everything from my horrified smile to the rumpled bedding. "I see you and Robyn are getting along."
Remy stood at the foot of the bed, his body poised and prepped for anything as he watched her with his eyes. I could almost see the gears in his mind working as he glanced over at me and then focused his attention fully on Alexa. A string of curses in French spewed from his mouth as he shook his head. "What dis be?" he demanded.
"We need your help," Alexa explained, lifting a hand and causing the window drapes to close immediately, blocking the room from view. She stalked forward quietly, the heels of her boots sinking into the carpet. "We had planned to gain your trust and ask for your help in a slightly friendlier manner, but it seems that Robyn had other plans."
"Hey now," I warned her, struggling to my feet while ensuring that the sheet stayed wrapped around me decently. I swept forward angrily, standing next to Remy and offering Alexa a focused glare. "It's not what you're thinking, Remy," I whispered, grimacing as I gathered the courage to look up at him. His face was completely blank, like a poker player that didn't want to give away anything. But, his eyes were another story. If possible, something told me that a single look would leave me withering on the floor. "Did you really have to break down the fucking door?" I hissed, casting another glare in Alexa's direction.
She seemed oblivious to my attitude as she walked around the hotel room, going through his belongings. She pulled open the bureau and flipped through his clothes, pulled open the closet and checked the pockets of his jackets. "You didn't answer your phone as we'd decided. I thought you were in danger." The statement didn't sound unlikely, but I sensed that she was more annoyed than apologetic. "Any bugs in here?" she asked suddenly, walking over to the phone and picking up the receiver.
In the blink of an eye, Remy had pulled the phone out of her grasp and shoved her up against the wall, his elbow against her throat. Her brown eyes were wide in surprise, but she merely stood there as he shook his head. "Y' think Remy gon' go down like dis, y' wrong, belle." He pulled back suddenly, cursing as he ran a hand through his hair and produced a playing card out of nowhere. "Y' want mon Cherie t' leave, y' better explain." He flipped the card in his hand and it started glowing an eerie color.
Alexa, on cue, started laughing hysterically. "LeBeau, you're not that crazy. Just-" she was cut off when he threw the glowing card in her direction.
I stepped forward and lifted a hand, freezing the object in time midair. Alexa poked it with a finger before hissing and announcing that it was hot. I shook my head and placed myself between her and Remy, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Remy, give me a chance to explain. Please."
He didn't respond as he walked around the room, picking up a shirt and sliding it on before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. A scowl was on his face when he picked up my panties and skirt and tossed them at me. "Remy ain't no patient man."
As I dressed, Alexa began to speak.
"We're mutants, as you might have guessed, Mr. LeBeau. We've been on the move for awhile now, planning out our next steps. I'm a precog and Robyn here can literally stop time." She droned on, explaining our backgrounds a bit by the time I'd finished dressing and sat down on the edge of the bed in shame. "We need your help getting in contact with the X-Men. They're entwined in everything: the visions about the fiery end, mutant extermination, everything. You've been in my dreams recently and that's how we came to you. It isn't because we're secretly with Interpol, planning to take you down. We're here because we need your help and you could benefit from helping us."
He considered her words for a moment before turning, motioning to me with a flick of a finger. I shrugged my shoulders at Alexa before following him to the bathroom, jumping when he shut the door behind us.
He paced the large bathroom for a moment, his steps light and sure. Until, finally, he turned and pinned me against the door, his chiseled chest pressed against me. "Dat de truth, mon chere? Y' lie to Remy?"
I licked my lips slowly, knowing that no matter what I said, I was in deep shit. "The truth is that I was supposed to gain your trust, and I overstepped things," I murmured, aching to turn back time so that I could spend a few more stolen moments in bed wrapped around him. "It wasn't supposed to happen- you and I, I mean. I was supposed to just gain your trust, get invited back, and get Alexa in so that we could talk to you. But..." I trailed off.
His eyes penetrated me deeply, straight through my soul, it seemed. It sent a shiver down my spine to realize that he was the first guy, the only guy, that I'd ever wanted more from in such a long time. I wanted him to forgive me, to take me into his arms and tell me it didn't matter. It scared me, it scared me right down to the bone and yet at the same time it felt so right.
"I was wrong in sleeping with you, I know that." God, it was hard to admit it. "I should have been up front with you, because I think that you would have understood. And instead-" his lips cut me off suddenly.
I sank into the carnal delight of his lips against mine, his tongue, tasting still of mint and liquor, brushing against mine so smoothly. It was exotic and sultry and yet so familiar at the very same time. It rocked my senses and left me gasping for breath the moment that our lips parted. "Y' need Remy's help?" he asked, his chest rising and falling somewhat quickly. When I nodded he cursed, punching the door above my head so hard that my entire body shook.
This is it, Robyn. This is how you've just blown the entire plan and pushed away the only man that you've really connected with. One-night stand of wonder? Yeah right.
"De sex was good, non?" he asked, smiling as he ran a hand over my hip, splaying it there and pulling me toward him slightly. Dumbstruck, I nodded, unwilling to believe that he could accept it so easily. "If mon chere say dat it was real, den Remy know de truth. He gon' help y' and your ami, even if she don' be some crazy pute."
"I heard that!" Alexa shouted, choosing that moment to slap the bathroom door. "Is he going to help us?"
I heard the question, but I was too busy being distracted by a quickly forgiving man with a sexy accent and magic hands.
Thank you, Lex.
