An: okay peoples, here's another chapter..would really like some reviews, mais...
anywho, this one's kind of short and that was done so for reasons stated at the end of this chapter!
so enjoy and I'll be getting the next chapter as soon as I write it and/or get a review or two!
Merci!
Ragni
"Bobby? Cher?" Remy called as he neared the lake by the boathouse. Bobby liked to hide out there when ever things just got too much for him. Remy should know that, he had seen the Icesprite run out there a bunch of times while he still called the boathouse his own.
Slowly he walked around the lake, slowly turning dark blue as night started to settle around him. As the first stars started to shine in the sky they looked like diamonds in blue velvet. Remy couldn't help but remember the costume Bobby had gotten him to wear when they had gone to a Halloween party last month. Blue velvet and diamonds, he would never be able to hear that description again without having fond memories of what happened when those two had snuck out of said party and met up later...
He shook his head, he couldn't be thinking of this stuff right now. Bobby needed him even though it was cold..wait, shouldn't the lake be frozen? Remy stopped dead in his tracks, sinking slowly in the snow.
"Rober'? He called as he moved towards the banks. Remy really didn't want to dive in the-more that likely-freezing water, but if he had to get Bobby out well, his lover was worth hypothermia and pneumonia.
A sandy blond head popped out of the water and Remy openly shivered at the thought of his lover being in there semi-or completely-naked. "Bobby get outta dere! Y' gonna freeze dat cute ass o' y'rs off! I like dat ass!" he called, spotting the shed clothes three feet from where he stood. As Bobby just floated there, Remy moved to collect the clothes and found that his lover was completely naked out there.
"Bobby 'M serious! Get outta dere!"
Bobby looked over at him, his head tilted slightly to the left. "Why? Why should I get out?"
"Cuz it's below freezin' out here! Y' gonna catch y' death!" Remy called back, regretting not having grabbed his warmer coat. But he had been in a hurry and in his rush grabbed Bobby's light jacket instead.
He watched as his lover shake that blond head of his and Remy remembered that little fact that annoyed him so much...Robert Drake was immune to physical cold. Okay, he'd have to play it a different way.
"Bobby, cher, I grabbed de wrong coat. 'm cold, mais I ain' leavin wit'out y'!" he called, not even having to fake his shivering. Again Bobby shook his head, he knew Remy. He'd go in eventually.
"Fine! Y' won' come in, I'll just come out dere an' get y'!" Remy yelled as he started stripping. What the hell was he doing? his brain screamed at him, and honestly, he wished he knew.
Bobby stared in horror as the Cajun, one super sensitive to cold, strip to nothing but his black silk boxers and dive into the water. Remy surfaced a few feet in front of him and he couldn't keep his teeth from chattering.
Goddammit! The water was COLD!
"Remy why the hell did you do that?" Bobby yelled at him as he swam closer.
"Y' wouldn' come in..so 'm here t' get y'." he joked, freezing his ass off. His lips-even though he'd only been in the water for two minutes tops-were turning blue and he was getting paler. Bobby shook his head and wrapped an arm around the Cajun. Slowly they made their way to shore.
"You're an idiot, you know that right?" Bobby asked, gathering all their clothes as Remy stood freezing his skinny little Cajun ass off.
"Oui...m-m-m-mais 'm-m y-y' idiot.." he stuttered out, pretty sure that everything that was suppose to have feeling, didn't. Bobby wrapped an arm around the shivering waist and lead him quickly to the boathouse.
Once inside Bobby was glad to find that it still had a goodly stock of wood for the fire place and towels and blankets for getting dried off and warm.
Leaving a still dripping wet and freezing Remy on the sofa Bobby-who was still naked I might add- ran about trying to get things to dry and warm his freezing lover. Finally when his frantic searching was done and he had pretty much gotten the Cajun warm and dry again, did Bobby realize that he was still wet, naked and cold. He was actually cold and he didn't like it. Repeating the process for himself Bobby dressed quickly and started a fire even quicker.
Coming back to where Remy sat bundled in three blankets and two thick quilts-maybe he went a bit crazy with the warm coverings...-Bobby snuggled up close, outside of the protective cocoon. Looking over at the sandy head that was pretty close to his shoulder, Remy pulled himself out from under the thick coverings and pulled Bobby under with him.
After much shifting and adjusting they both ended up comfortable and warm. Remy was in a half-sitting, half-lying position on his side with Bobby much the same in front of him. The strong, lean Cajun arms were around the Icy-one's narrow waist and his nose was buried in that wonderful short hair he loved so much.
"Sorry."
"Quoi?" Remy asked, wondering what Bobby could be sorry for.
"I, y'know, should have just come in when ya asked." Bobby appeared to be blushing, but in the dim firelight it was hard to tell.
"If y' had we wouldn' be here right now cher...'M glad y' stubborn...makes dis fun." he whispered into the older man's ear quite sensually. Bobby shivered when he felt a hand drift past the elastic band of his boxers.
"Remy.." he breathed.
"Oui cher?"
"Oh god."
A/n: SCENE CHANGE!! Many apologies my loyal readers but this scene is getting too mature for the current rating and my own sanity...You'll just have to imagine what happens between these two whilst we go check up on Warren and Hank. They've been so neglected...Onto the MedLab! Ragni
