The Big Easy was buzzing with Mardi Gras festivities. February was Remy's favorite month just because of the occasion. The people, the partying, the hedonism- how could he not enjoy it?!

The great thing about it being Mardi Gras was that it made the Fontaine heist that much easier. The mayor was too consumed in making public appearances, kissing babies and whatnot that Remy almost thought the job was a set up it was so easy.

Seeing as this was his favorite time of the year and this was Ororo's first Mardi Gras he wanted to take her to a parade and a ball but she declined stating that she would be no fun now that her back started to ache after extended periods of standing. Plus inebriated, rowdy people were not the company she wanted at the moment.

Remy now sat at he and Logan's usual bar. It was more crowded than usual, not that Logan minded. There were plenty of attractive women to choose from and scent of their drunken horniness nearly suffocated him. He was making casual conversation with Remy when a figure caught the corner of his eyes. "Somethin' wicked blows this way Gumbo."

Then Remy too saw her. Poutain! However he continued to sip his bourbon as if he hadn't a care in the world. Truthfully he shouldn't. He was $2.5 million richer and had the love of a gorgeous woman. He couldn't ask for anything else… 'Cept fo' dis bitch ta go da fuck away.

"Remy," she called in her slightly raspy southern belle twang.

"Anna," He replied monotone like without looking in her direction. Logan remained silent. He was thankful for his acute senses so he could hear the drama that was sure to happen unfold.

She attempted to seductively flip her chestnut brown hair with a long white streak in the front as she asked, "What do ya think of my new hair style?" Her cherry red gloss coated lips curved into a sickeningly sweet smile.

Remy cut his eyes in her direction and snorted, "Ya look like a skunk."

She crossed her arms, pushing her rounded chest up further in her plunging green top, hoping to garnish his attention to no avail, as she scolded, "That's no way to talk to an old girlfriend."

He shook his head in disagreement. "Ya was nevah a girlfrien'."

Her jade eyes narrowed with fury before widening in shock as he took a sip of his bourbon. "Is that… Is that a weddin' band?"

Remy simply shrugged, "Oui. Wha's it ta ya?"

Hurt, dejection and resentment came crashing down on Anna instantly. "Ah can't believe this! Ah tried to be there for you but you said you didn't want nuttin serious. Now you all of a sudden married?! What the hell Remy?! What was Ah to you?"

Sharpness edged his every word as he answered, "A convenient lay, an' ya knew dat from da beginnin'. Don' stan' here tryin' ta make me soun' like da villain. Ya da one dat suddenly wan'ed a relationship once I made da mistake of callin' ya ovah ta my house at five in da mon'in fo' a quickie. Ya really dink I'd wan' a life wit' a femme like ya? As da ol' sayin' go Anna, ya can' turn a ho inta a housewife." And with that Remy turned back around on his bar stool to look at anything but her as he took a gulp of his liquor.

Anna was furious. Her face was a shade of rage red. Logan could have sworn he heard a whistle of steam blowing out of her ears as he quietly observed her. With an unsteady voice she vowed, "You gonna regret those words Remy. Ah swear it." She then stomped out of the bar, pushing whoever was in her way.

She turned the corner to meet with two criminals she never considered aiding until this moment. "Alrigh'. Ah'll tell ya where he lives."

Maurice Boudreaux laughed a nasally, stuffy chuckle due to his broken nose while his brother Ricky grinned, momentarily forgetting that his two front teeth were missing thanks to Gambit as he handed her five hundred dollars. "Nothin' like a woman scorn."

Remy ordered another bourbon, which he swallowed down before announcing he was leaving. "Where ya heading to Cajun?" Logan questioned as he drank his Jack and coke. "Gotta pick up somethin' in Jackson Square 'fore goin' home. Have a shot o'Jack fo' me mon ami. Laissez les bons temps rouler!"* he exclaimed as he departed.

Ororo was reclining on the sofa reading an article in Motherhood when Remy entered their house with various sizes of take out boxes in hand. "Happy Mardi Gras chere!" he greeted. Quizzically she asked while gesturing to the boxes, "What's all of this for Remy?" His boyish smile surfaced as he responded, "Since ya can' go ta Mardi Gras I'm bringin' Mardi Gras ta ya."

He strolled over the kitchen to fetch dishes and prepare their plates. With a plate in both hands he placed them on the coffee table before putting his iPhone in the iHome dock. "Jock-A-Mo," filled the room.

She sat on the sofa curiously, waiting for Remy to return. "C'mon chere. Bon appetite." Ororo smiled as she examined the large sandwich on her plate before asking what it exactly was. "Muffaletta from Napoleon House. Trus' Remy when he say ya gon' like it," he replied before taking a bite. And liked she indeed did. She seemed nearly ravenous. Remy had to caution, "Slow down cherie. Ya gotta save room fo' dessert."

Ororo swallowed hard with surprise. "Dessert too?"

"Oui. Got us some king cake an' beignets."

She giggled, "I'm sure to have a cavity by the end of the night."

She set a hand on her tummy while holding a mug of hot chocolate in the other. Remy bite into the yellow, purple and green dessert then took a drink of café au lait to help swallow it down. He peered down into his mug and began to wonder if their daughter would be the same beautiful soft brown hugh as his beverage.

Ororo began to pull her long ashen trusses into a messy bun at the base of her head, inadvertently accentuating her elegant, swanlike neck... Or so Remy thought. He unconsciously bit his bottom lip as his eyes remained bolted on her neck and how luscious her skin appeared. "I know how much you enjoy this holiday and I very much appreciate you staying in with me," she thanked. Her deep ocean eyes shone with gratitude as she scooted closer to him.

"Was nothin' belle. Dere gon' be plenty mo'e fo' us ta dance down Bourbon Street when da time righ'."

She giggled once more, his new favorite sound. "This whole evening was truly thoughtful of you." Her voice became seductively husky as she continued, " I've honestly been enjoying myself and want to make sure you're enjoying yourself." Her fingers yanked down the zipper of his faded jeans. Her hand slowly crept in. Her fingertips delicately brushed against him causing Remy to instantly stiffen. Ororo lined his neck with kisses, her teeth snagging the sensitive skin evoking a pleasured hiss from him.

Ororo slunk down to her knees on the carpet before Remy and began to tug his jeans and boxers lower to reveal his lengthy, thick erection. Words were elusive to Remy. Ororo could be assertive sexually at times but this was a new experience and he reveled in it. Her tongue swept across her plump lips. Her warm breathe on him was nearly mind numbing. All the patience he had developed over the years of being a world-class thief was quickly vanishing. It was gratifying torture and Ororo knew all too well the affect she had on him. She chortled in her mind, delighting in the knowledge of Remy barely holding on to sanity due to her.

His eyes were steadfast onto hers. He wanted to watch her every action and she wanted to watch his every reaction. Her tongue leisurely licked from base of his hardness to the tip. She wrapped her lips around him then her velvety tongue twirled in a circular motion around him. Remy sighed and clenched his eyes as he leaned further back into the sofa, totally engulfed by the sensation of Ororo. Merde, I love Mardi Gras. Laissez les bons temps rouler…


* Laissez les bons temps rouler- Let the good times roll.