Break Fast

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Her green eyes never strayed from his body afraid that if she even blinked he would vanish into thin air. Testily she took a long spoon out from the kitchen and poked him still not completely sure he was real or not. Still not convinced she went to her broken window. She admired her hand for a moment before sticking her hand through it confident that it would hit glass, but it didn't. Looking down she examined the window fragments. Maybe she had lost it and the man who broke in was actualy a petty thief not the man she longed to see.

There was of course one way to know for sure ...

Biting her lip she reached for him when he stirred. His breathing hitched as he awoke. His eyes blinking found theirselves first focused on her hand then on her face.

"Wat happened?" he smirked.

Instantly stopping blush from reaching her pale face she scowled, "You broke an entry an I knocked ya upside yer head. Now get out!" she pointed at the window.

Raising an eyebrow, "Ya don't want me to go do you?"

"Yes I do want you to go. See yerself out." she headed to the kitchen to place the wooden spoon back where it belonged when she heard her fridge open.

"I said go."

"An I say I aint leavin."

"Why not?"

"Why so?"

She rolled her eyes yanking at the drawer to replace the spoon. Rubbing her temples a little she turned back to him, "Yer married remember or was tat a passin fancy?"

"Is that te best reason ya got as ta why I should leave?"

"I'd say marriage is a good 'nough reason."

"Anything else?"

"I could call te cops on ya fer breakin an entry."

"And?"

"I don't recall invitin you in here."

"I aint a vampire. Remy can go where he pleases."

"Well go pleases yerself somewhere else."

"There's only one place that I would want ta please myself." He stepped closer to her intently.

"Well if tat's te case my bathroom's up te stairs an on ya left. Clean up when yer done."

Laughing, "Are ya comin?"

Narrowing her eyes, "Is that supposed to be some kinda sex joke?"

"It could be."

"If it were funny." she finished before crossing her arms defencively, "Look I aint stupid."

"Never said yer were."

"Then stop avoidin te question."

"Wat question?"

"I don't know? What color are yer socks," she rolled her eyes, "Ya know damn well what I'm talkin bout."

"There black. And which question do ya want answered first?"

Steading herself, "Why are ya here instead of bangin ya wife on some island in te middle of nowhere?"

"I can't bang wat I don't have."

Quirking an eyebrow," Ya sayin tat ya aint married Cajun?"

"Yep."

She smiled at him then. Her hands unwound themselves from her chest to rest upon his. Leaning on him she inhaled his scent, "Remy?"

"Yes love?" he rubbed soothing circles into her back.

"May I ask ya sometin?"

"Anythang cherie."

"Really?"

"Really."

Smiling, "Well in that case," her expression turned instantly dark, "YA MEAN TA TELL ME I DID ALL THAT WORK FER NOTHIN! I HAD TA DEAL WIT HER, YER FIANCE, AND YALL FOREVER IN NEED OF SOMEONE HOLDING YALL HAND THROUGH IT LIKE I WAS YALL DAMN BABYSITTER AND FOR WHAT! NEXT TIME YA WANT TO BREAK UP WITH SOMONE DO IT BEFORE YA GET TO TE ALTER NOT AT TE EXSPENCE OF MY BROTHER AND ME YA GOOD FER NOTIN, STUPID, CAJUN, I OUTTA, SKIN YER COUNTRY ASS YOU DEMON EYED PIECE OF SHIT!"

His body had literally moved back at the force of her words. He should had known that telling her he left his wife would make her mad. nothing can ever be simple with her.

Taking a much needed breath she steadied herself, "Why'd ya do that for?"

Gulping a little, "I did it cause I knew it would never work out."

"A blind man coulda saw that comin." she interupted.

Continuing, "And cause I fell inlove with someone else."

"Let me guess since yer givin me those smolderin eyes by someone else ya mean me?"

"Oui. If you'll have me."

"Good, cause I don't wanna 'have ya'." she began finding some bowls. Today was a good pancake day.

"Is tis comin from te same girl I almost had sex with in her hotel room?"

"Almost," she stressed, "An I was drunk."

"Ya mouth didn't tast like liquor ta me?"

"Are ya sure bout that?"

"There's only one way ta find out." he tried to kiss her when she flung a floor cabinet door open instantly hitting him in the chins.

"Like pancakes?"

Rubbing his leg, "Well look who's changin te topic now."

"I don't know wat yer talkin about." she pulled a can of evaporated milk, eggs, and blueberries out of her fridge.

Gambit watched her quietly prepare breakfast. Why did she have to be so difficult? Then again Kurt had told him she was hurt before over and over again.

With his plate infront of him he spoke again, "Ok, I know I shoulda did tis earlier."

"Did wat? Wash ya hands?"

"No," he glared at her instead causing her to smirk a little, "Look for some reason I have fallen inlove with you. I don't want Bella or any other woman. I want you so stop acting like ya don't know why I'm here."

Pouring maple syrup over the top, "How do ya know that you love me?"

"I just do."

"Ok, but do you know that someone else won't come along and change yer mind? Ya left Bella and yall thought yall were perfect for each other."

"I had loved her once but thangs changed..."

Interupting again, "I know that Rems. I know what it's like ta be loved one day an not te next. If ya can leave yer childhood sweetheart what's ta stop ya from leavin me huh," she pointed her fork at him mencacingly, "I-WILL-NOT-BE-HURT-AGAIN Rems! Ya strike me as a guy who fucks alot. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I refuse to have some sort of relationship with you or anyone else if it's going to be centered around that. So if all you want is a piece of ass I suggest ya leave after ya finish yer food."

"I don't want that! Well I do ... but that's not te only reason!"

"Are ya sure? Are you sure that if this goes on that you will love me until the day we die? I want commitment. I aint saying that means I want ta be married right now or anythang. I don't ask a lot. I ask fer a guy ta be faithful. I ask fer a guy ta love me fer me. An I will not settle fer less than that. Nor do I want a seasonal boyfriend. Love aint a summer job."

"Anna," he growled at her offended, "I ain't none of those other men. Ya can't keep yerself hidin from te world because of what a few people did ta ya! Don't thank ya can judge me!"

"Then don't judge me!" she rose from her chair, "Do you know how many times I've had this conversation? Do ya know how many times I've heard 'I ain't like te others; I'll never hurt you' well I had enough of it!"

"Sound like a bitter femme ta me!" he snarled.

"Well excuse me that I can't get people ta love me jus by smilin at 'em or throwin a little cash at their feet!"

"Ya thank those whores loved me?"

"Men they're all te same! Yall thank wit yall manhoods! Women aren't like that! We care. We develope a relationship with the person if only for a little while! We can't just move on on a whim! If it were that easy I'd be running all up an down this street singin happy songs!"

"Oh so men can't feel huh? It's all about gettin laid huh? Do ya thank I left my fiance on my wedding day for you just cause I wanted ta screw you before settlin down?"

"No I believe yer here for te reasons ya said ya were!"

"Then why are ya mad at me!"

"Cause ya thank ya can just show up in my life like some Knight in Shinnin Armor! What did ya thank? Did ya thank that te moment I saw ya I would jump in yer arms an we would live happily ever after?"

"It don't matter what I thought would happen cause obviously I'm wrong," he paused enough to calm himself, "You know that you love me too!"

She remained quiet. Eating her pancakes before continuing, "So."

"So?"

"Look Remy I won't lie. There has been a connection since I met you between us it's just that I ... I really am happy ta see ya. I mean I wanted ta see ya. I missed you. I missed yer deviuos smirk an yer devilish good looks an yer smell an well ... I really went through a rough spot without you, but now that yer actually here infront of me I'm scared. I feel like yer gonna slip right through my hands an I'll be back where I started." she began to cry.

Reaching over to whipe her tears away, "Ya don't have ta be afraid of me or how we feel about each other."

"Yes I do," she cried harder, "I'm so scared that I'll loose you too." She moved from her seat to his arms.

Holding her, "I won't ever leave. I promise."

"I'm sorry but I can't just accept ya word. It ... it's not enough."

"Then I'll prove it to ya. I'll never leave yer side again." She looked horrified for a moment before working up a weak smile.

He held her long after she stopped crying. She didn't let go and he wouldn't either. He would make her see that he was here to stay. He would make her believe in him. He would show her that his words were not paperthin. He would prove to her that their love was true.

After what seemed like hours she lifted her head to his eyes, "How good is yer Italian?"

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