Marie gave herself an hour to seriously think this over. At first she had thought that her decision to see Remy was based on her anger towards Bobby. After an hour though, she still wanted to go. She was still angry with Bobby, but the more she thought about why she wanted to do this, the more the same answer popped up. The percentage of 'cured' mutants' powers returning had gone up to fifty-five percent this week.
Hers could come back any day now, and deep down she didn't want to waste her last few chances as a normal human hiding out in her room waiting for her boyfriend. Soon she wouldn't be able to touch anyone, so what did it even matter if it wasn't with Bobby?
She needed to feel close to somebody, anybody before it was too late. She had been left alone for too long. This didn't mean that she didn't love Bobby and it certainly didn't mean that she was in love with Remy. It just meant that while Bobby was busy, Remy could fill in the empty spaces. She tried not to dwell on how very wrong and irrational her thinking was.
She fixed her hair and face, straightened out her clothes and then went to her door and stopped. She didn't want to look too needy, like she had planned this. Better change out of the dress and into something more casual. Besides, if Remy wasn't there, she didn't want anyone to see her all dressed up in the mansion hanging around his room.
It was already past midnight so she slipped on a pair of comfy drawstring pants and a pale blue T-shirt. If anyone saw her out and about, she looked like she was ready for bed, not trolling for Remy's attention.
"Here we go," she said to herself as she walked out her door and made her way to Remy's.
Nerves had not gotten the best of her yet, although she had almost turned back three times. Ultimately, she couldn't escape the initial thrill of seeking him out. She felt alive and dangerous and excited all at the same time.
She had made it to his door.
This was it.
As she stood outside his room she had second thoughts. Butterflies danced furiously in her stomach. Could she really go through with this? She hesitated to knock. Her hands where shaking. Part of her wanted him to be in and the other part of her wanted him to be out for the night. She took a deep, cleansing breath; trying to calm herself down. She had made it this far, she couldn't possibly turn back now.
Just do it! her mind screamed.
Her trembling hand moved on its own, rapping lightly at his door. She waited, the suspense was killing her. She was so nervous she felt sick.
No answer.
Oh well, guess he's not home…
No, let's try it one more time, a little bit louder…
She knocked again, just a tiny bit harder than the first time and waited.
Remy was roused from his sleep by a knocking noise. It took him a moment to realize that someone was outside his bedroom door waiting for him to answer. He rubbed his eyes, slightly annoyed. He had been having a wonderful dream that had showcased Marie at his fantasy's best. He looked at the clock and scowled. It was nearly one. If it was Sam and Shiro drunk and having a laugh, he was going to kill them.
He stumbled out of bed, not bothering to even put pants on. He opened the door sharply. The scowl on his face was replaced in seconds with the same shocked look on Marie's face as she stared back at him.
Her bottom lip was trembling and her eyes were as wide as saucers. He opened the door all the way as an invitation for her to enter into his darkened room, she did. He quickly closed it behind her, glancing down the hall first to make sure she hadn't been seen. He couldn't believe she was here. It was sooner than he had anticipated and she was more nervous than he had imagined, which meant she wasn't entirely sure she should be here.
She opened her mouth to try and explain why she was at his door and now in his room. Words failed and she closed her mouth, chewing on her bottom lip. He imagined she was trying to think up a way to convey what she wanted without looking cheap. Remy already knew why she was here. He just had to make sure she was sure.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Chere?" he asked.
She wrung her hands together nervously. Remy found that she was actually really cute when she was attempting to do something bad. He was sure it was her first walk on the wild side and she was absolutely adorable with the wide eyes and the trembling. She was irresistible and all of Remy's good intentions were disappearing fast.
"Well, I—" she started. "See the thing is…"
She stopped.
She still couldn't get the words out. It was cute.
"Chere," he said, slowly placing his hands softly on either side of her waist, making her tremble even more. "In my experience, there is only one reason a woman shows up in a man's room in the middle of the night."
She took a deep breath. "This doesn't mean that I don't love my boyfriend or am interested in you in any way other than… than this," she rattled out quickly with a hint of defiance in her voice.
Remy liked it.
"Absolutely."
"Nobody finds out about this," she stated almost dangerously.
Remy loved it.
"Whatever you would like."
She bit her bottom lip again before blurting out her final request. "And… and it won't be you I'm thinking of."
"The shots are yours to call, Chere," Remy answered, carefully masking his desire for her.
She looked away, still biting her lip and she slowly nodded, convincing herself she could do this. She had stopped trembling and tipped her face back up to meet his.
"Okay," she whispered more to herself than to him.
She stood stiffly, straight as a board, probably getting used to his hands on her waist. He would be making the first move. He started off slowly, delicately caressing her waist with his thumbs, not moving the rest of his hands at all. She swallowed hard. He never took his eyes off of hers. She jumped when he flipped both his thumbs under the hem of her shirt, now caressing her bare skin. She exhaled and closed her eyes, trying to relax. She gasped when he slipped both his hands under her shirt, still on her waist and still only moving his thumbs. He leaned in to kiss her lips.
"This is a mistake," she breathed, when his lips were a hair's width away from hers.
"Damn right it is," Remy breathed back, pleasure sliding down his spine as his lips barely touched hers when he spoke.
Neither moved away from the other.
"If you agree, why are your hands still on me?" she asked nervously.
His answer was simple. "You haven't told me to move them yet."
Marie realized that for the first time she was in charge. For the first time in months, someone would do what she wanted to do. Remy would do what she wanted. What she needed. It was the deciding factor—the final piece to tip her over the edge and into the world of infidelity.
"Don't move them," she murmured, letting her lips brush against his as she spoke. He caught her mouth with his in seconds, melting with her into a kiss.
Remy didn't kiss like Bobby at all. She knew he wouldn't, they were two completely different people. Remy's kisses were exuberant. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and her him. His hands tightened around her waist. It had been so long since she'd felt like this. Desirable. She loved the feel of his tongue mingling with hers, she loved the way his lips tasted, and most of all, she loved his lust for her. It was exhilarating and she couldn't help but want more of what he was offering.
Everything Remy did was solely for her satisfaction and for her pleasure. He thrilled to the touch and didn't disappoint. At first she had a hard time imagining he was Bobby, but she found if she closed her eyes it helped, although he was a much more aggressive and ardent version of Bobby. He tugged her by her pants over to the bed while simultaneously pulling her shirt off over her head. She wrapped both of her arms tightly around his neck and he pulled the drawstring from her pants, letting the now loose fabric fall to the ground before kicking it out of the way.
He guided her onto the bed and she followed, relishing his hands and lips going where not even Bobby's would go. This was exactly what she had wanted. Her body shivered in delight when Remy had let a moan escape his lips as she slid her panties off. He breathlessly whispered something in French and for one brief moment, she didn't think of Bobby. The moment was there and gone as quickly as the words and she brushed it off. Of course she wouldn't have thought of Bobby, because Bobby didn't speak French.
Remy was in delirium. She was his for tonight and he needed to explore every inch of her because soon it would all be gone. He couldn't bear to have any regrets about what he could have done with her. After tonight he had no idea if she'd come back. Or when her mutation would. He had her right where he'd always wanted her. She was moaning in euphoria and it was music to his ears when he finally slipped inside her.
It was sublime.
She was perfect.
It nearly drove him over the edge when she raked her nails down his back at the height of her ecstasy. It did drive him over the edge when she sighed in satisfaction in his ear shortly after.
When Remy rolled off of her and collapsed, satisfied beside her, he found that strangely enough, he really didn't want to pull away from her. What he wanted was to suspend this moment in time forever. He was even more surprised to find that he wasn't quite finished with her yet. Marie, however, was finished with him. She was already sliding from his sheets and back into her clothes. She said nothing as she slipped out of his room, quietly closing the door behind her. Remy wanted to call out to her to stay, but she wasn't his to call.
She was Bobby's.