a/n: okay, warnings and such see chapter one. Sorry it's kinda short but I had a wee bit of writer's block writing this.
please r and r
ragni!

"Okay, you pull high card you pick how we tell them. You pick a low card I get to." Bobby stated, shuffling the cards. Now, he loved Remy, he just didn't quiet trust him to not use his card cheating abilities against him.

Sitting on Remy's bed, in Remy's room, they found it was quieter up there, on the third floor. And no one would actually come up there looking for Bobby anywho. If he was needed, someone would just hit the intercom button and send it all around the mansion.

Bobby couldn't help but notice the way his lover was sitting. One knee up, left foot resting against the right, arm thrown over the aforementioned raised knee. Damn Bobby just wanted to chuck the cards and screw him senseless. Every single 'path would definitely find out. Knowing his telepathic friends, Jean would share Scott and Betsy would tell anyone who'd listen.

Tempting but...

Oh Remy's talking.

"...cord mon amour." Remy wasn't looking to pleased with having to do this, but for Bobby's sake he'd do it. He didn't seem to notice dear Robert's spacing. "Y' do know what today is yeh?"

"Friday, November Twenty-third. What about it?" Bobby asked innocently, eyes shining mischievously.

"Oui, dat it is. What makes t'day stand out?"

"Umm...tomorrow's Thanksgiving?" Bobby asked, still shuffling the cards.

"Oui, dat's true. What's tomorrow den?" Remy smiled. He loved playing this game with Bobby. Every month they'd play it, switching off as they went.

"Umm...Thanksgiving?" Bobby offered again, holding out the cards.

"An'..?" Remy asked pulling a two of clubs. Damn it.

"Uhh...our five month commitment to one another?" Bobby's statement came out like a question, as he pulled the king of diamonds. Sweet he gets to pick.

"Dat it is cher." Remy leaned in and kissed him passionately, his empathic shield unknowingly slipping over Bobby's mind. Bobby pulled away, hugging his card to his chest.

"No peeking. Count of three we show. One..two..three.." Bobby held out his card as Remy swore. Flicking his card away he looked expectantly.

"Well mon homme glacée? What we doin'?"

Bobby just grinned evilly at him, pushing him back on to the bed. "Well..." Bobby started as his lips remet the sexy Cajun beneath him.

"Bobby. You've got monitor duty in two. Get your butt down here!" Scott called through the intercom next to Remy's bed. They both made faces at the thing, and Remy told Scott he could do something quiet rude and physically impossible in French.

"Sorry." Bobby stuck his tongue out at the intercom for good measure and gave Remy one final parting kiss.

"'s'okay cher. T'ink I can sneak down dere. Not Master T'ief f' not'in'."

Bobby nodded as he left, shutting his(Remy's) door firmly behind him.