Author's Note: I'm currently writing another OreO AU that I cannot wait to share with you guys and I'm hoping you all will take the ride with me on that story as well. (And this time the updates will be timely. Guaranteed :D) As always, thanks for reading & taking time to review & for being patient with me between the lagging updates.
Quick warning: It gets a bit, er, racy/explicit this chapter so I forewarn beforehand just in case anyone finds it offensive. I don't write 'intimate' moments gratuitously, if at all, but with romances sometimes I feel the story is a bit shorn without them; it really just depends on the story. Particularly when writing Gambit since Remy is such a sensual character and Storm is just beyond hot and together well … you get the idea :D Alrighty, enjoy all!
Edited & Omitted 1/2011 for T rating
- Ashra
- 29 -
Their scheduled lunch was a late one. One that took place after a busy day of sessions, consultations, and a small welcoming party for the Summers' located in the conference room, put on by the grateful employees of Valhalla Psychiatry. It was the first time Ororo had been able to speak to Nathan since that morning he had called her and where Ororo had been resigned to getting a cool response from Nathan, he had been warm, understanding, and friendly; he had even apologized himself for being short with her on the phone that morning. "It is all right, Ororo had told him, "I just didn't want you angry with me and I thought maybe you were."
Nathan had responded with a smile and gripped Ororo's shoulder, stepping closer. "I could never be angry with you, Ororo. You know that don't you?" Ororo's grin was tight and uneasy at his spoken words—the lowness of his deep voice as he practically hummed near her ear was unsettling to say the least and she muttered a: "Well … um, thanks." Her eyes shifted somewhere beyond Nathan before scurrying off towards Emma to ask about meeting after the workday was over.
The conversation with Nathan seemed even more disconcerting after Kathryn casually informed Ororo that she had never told Nathan about the change in Ororo's schedule that day which meant that Nathan had to have been snooping around in Kathryn's agenda or computer.
Now, sitting here with Emma, Ororo wondered if she ought to mention it.
"Then he wasn't angry as you thought," Emma asked. Ororo shook head her, thinking it best that perhaps she not mention it at all. No harm came of it and it would only serve to cause tension at the office, accusations being thrown around. He had apologized, she had apologized and Ororo simply wanted to leave it at that.
"So then no worries, eh, Ororo? I told you before that I knew for a fact Dr. Dayspring was attracted to you, but you didn't believe me."
Ororo huffed. "So you did. I should have acquiesced to your superior knowledge. You always did know everything." Emma tossed her hair as her bell of laughter rang out around them. Ororo tore off a piece from the soft, buttered roll in her hand and smiled up at her mentor, a slightly nervous smile. Ororo's heart drummed faster in her chest, the pace more rapid than normal as she casually chewed the remnants of her bread.
"Emma, did - - have you seen the hard copy file I left you in your office?" Ororo inquired casually. Emma crunched on a butter dripping asparagus before smirking at Ororo knowingly. She picked up another. "You mean Mr. LeBeau's withdrawal information from Valhalla?"
Her eyes shot up. Ororo nodded slowly. "I am."
"Well then, yes, I did see it."
"Good. I wanted to talk to you about it … about the circumstances provoking it." Ororo laid down her fork beside her plate, hands in her lap as she met Emma's gaze across the small linen-draped table. Emma's mouth curved into a wry grin and her eyebrow rose in amusement.
"You would?"
"Yes. I - - I would like to explain why he - - why we decided he should no longer continue to seek treatment at Valhalla Psychiatry. I feel I should clue you and Mr. Summers in on as to what happened in your absence … with - - with … Mr. LeBeau … and I." Ororo fought not to wince at her own wording, the inappropriate way it had sounded just now. Ororo frowned lightly at Emma's high-pitched chuckling.
"What?" Ororo asked, her brow wrinkling in befuddlement.
"Nothing. I—" Emma smiled, waved dismissively. "Go on, Ororo."
She paused a beat. "Uh - - well," Ororo floundered. "Well, Remy - - Mr. LeBeau was my patient—at first. But well— see I — he and I — Mr. LeBeau—" Ororo gestured wordlessly with her hands, finding herself to be extremely inarticulate at the moment and it frustrated her to no end.
"Ororo."
Ororo's hand gestures stopped mid-motion as she looked up to see Emma's blue eyes twinkling with merriment. Emma did her best to rein in her desire to laugh at her friend's rambling. She lifted her hand to halt anymore of Ororo's clumsy blustering. "Let me see if I can help you, my dear Ororo. Poor thing."
Ororo's hands dropped to her lap like a dead weight as her eyes narrowed, looking at Emma curiously.
Emma drank from her glass and begun. "You served as Mr. LeBeau's doctor but found yourself attracted to him, in which, knowing you," Emma added, "fought tooth and nail to deny the attraction, however found yourself hopelessly smitten underneath it all." Emma heaved in an overly dramatic breath. "Soooo you succumbed and now the cause of all your newfound gaiety, not to mention all the million dollar smiles I've seen on you today, are because you're seeing this Remy LeBeau. Former patient. Is that accurate?"
Surprised blinks. Several rapid, long-lashed blinks was Ororo's sole reply to Emma's eerily accurate summation of basically, well …the truth—what she herself had been struggling to relay only a moment ago. Ororo's mouth opened as if she intended to speak but then it promptly clamped shut again.
Dr. Telepath indeed.
"Dr. Su - - Emma … how would you … know? All … of that?" Ororo queried. She leaned forward in her seat, unconsciously toward Emma, as if in waiting to learn the answers to life's greatest questions.
Emma studied her freshly manicured nails and shrugged nonchalantly. "Just put the bits and pieces together, Ororo. You know, all the contextual stuff: your beaming smiles, the withdrawal information on my desk, et cetera. It wasn't difficult, I assure you." Emma's wine glass hovered near her mouth before winking at Ororo, an insolent smile on her lips. Darkly knowing.
"Mm-hmm," Ororo mumbled, disbelieving. Emma simply winked again before finishing off her wine, signaling a nearby waiter for a refill.
"And are you … displeased with me, Dr. Summers? Now that you know?" She sounded most like a child. A child seeking the approval of a parent, yet wary that they may not receive it. Wary of a reprimand.
Emma placed the empty glass back on the table before reaching across it and closing a pale hand over Ororo's wrist. Ororo's eyes rose to find Emma's fixed on her, her expression soft but serious all at once.
"Ororo, you should know better than to even ask me that. Why would I be displeased? Because you finally found someone worthwhile to be with? About time, I'd say. Ororo, you have so much to give, you always have although I'm not sure you knew it. Always so careful to please others—so … locked up all the time. Someone finally comes along with the key and I'm supposed to be angry with you? Oh, Ororo."
Ororo's head dropped as she swiped aggressively at an unshed tear before it had the chance to drop and embarrass her completely. Ororo sniffled and chanced a watery grin while Emma rubbed her wrist comfortingly.
"Th - - thank you, Emma. You're so - - so kind. Understanding. I'm … grateful for you," she said, her voice vaguely hoarse. "And - - and I'll have you know, Dr. Summers that Remy and I didn't start officially seeing each other until after his decision to withdraw. I promise you that," Ororo affirmed preemptively.
"I believe you, Ororo. Your decision to tell me all this is commendable, so is your honesty." Ororo nodded and smiled, her posture relaxed slightly. "You're quite a woman, Dr. Summers. And oddly perceptive … your knowledge of things, it is—" Ororo titled her head. "Uncanny. Do you know what your moniker was in med-school?"
"Dr. Telepath," Emma stated plainly.
"I should've known you'd know." Ororo rolled her eyes. "Someday, I'm going to find out if it's true." Emma laughed again and this time Ororo joined her.
"Someday, Ororo. Someday. However, what I do not know much about is your Remy LeBeau. Why don't you inform me, hmm?"
— o —
It was very late when Ororo waltzed through the door, the interior of the house dark and quiet with inactivity. Her stomach was uncomfortably full and her throat was slightly hoarse from the remainder of lunch where she had spent it laughing it up with Emma over the details of her and Scott's time away on business. Though, all of that was after Emma's inquisitive prying about Remy. Ororo had obliged, still a bit shy and hesitant about discussing their relationship openly, but after awhile it became easier, fun even. It made her realize all that she had been missing with Jonathan and all that she had never had with him—with anyone in retrospect. Something as simple as chatting with a friend about the significant other in your life - it was refreshing to her.
Emma had squealed like a little girl when Ororo told her that she had finally received the package Emma had sent her. A glamorous white dress with shimmering embellishments, a long train and matching high heels that had accompanied it. Ororo had studied it, completely enthralled by how beautiful the gown was as she delicately took it from it's heavy packaging and ran reverent fingers over it gently, sighing under her breath at the gorgeous piece of fabric. She could only imagine how expensive it was, the cost of such an item, not to mention the shoes.
Her and Emma had celebrated with champagne when Ororo informed her that she would wear it to the governor's birthday party she was attending with Remy soon. She and Emma had gushed excitedly about it, with Emma demanding Ororo take many, many pictures as she and Scott would be out of town for the event and would not get to see Ororo don it in person. So, after much catching up, champagne (which Ororo had declined on), and too many slices of cheesecake (which Ororo had feasted on gluttonously), Ororo waywardly made her way home.
Anticipating seeing him.
"Remy?" Ororo called out quietly. She didn't even drop her things, just made a beeline straight for her the guest room where she figured he'd be this time of night and the last place she'd seen him when she'd left this morning. Ororo creaked open the door, the light from the hallway spilling in and over onto a made, empty bed. Ororo frowned. Had he left? She thought he would have stayed. Sure, it was late but … she was looking forward to seeing him after work. Ororo huffed in deep disappointment. The giddy joy she had felt only moments earlier at seeing his face dissipating swiftly from her like a deflated balloon. Ororo closed the door with the same frown etched on her face. Immediately, she turned back around and headed for her bedroom. Maybe she should call him? He hadn't called her and told her he had left. She hadn't spoken with him since early this morning.
This time Ororo opened the door to her bedroom, closing it back as soon as she crossed the threshold. The shades in her room were still open and the light from outside was plenty enough to allow her to find the lamp near her bed and turn it on without incident. Ororo kicked off her shoes and set her bag by her dresser, too tired and downcast to bother with putting her things away properly as she usually would. It wasn't until she turned around while unbuttoning her vest that she gasped in surprise at the sleeping form laying prone in her bed. Ororo slapped her hand over her rapidly beating heart as she struggled to calm at the realization of his presence.
He had been there all along.
A brilliant smile slowly made its way across her features as she realized he'd been there the whole time.
Waiting for her.
Ororo finished undressing, her eyes never leaving his silent form as he laid on his stomach face turned in the opposite direction from where she stood. She let the clothing fall in a heap at her feet as she walked backwards and pulled out the first nightgown her hands fell on as she opened the drawer. Ororo pulled it over her head quickly, anxious to approach him and inspect him closer.
What'd she had wanted to do all day.
Ororo did away with the pins that held her hair and slowly walked towards the bed, her steps intentionally light so she wouldn't disturb him. She crawled noiselessly into the vacant space in the bed and dared to scoot closer to him and let her eyes roam his shirtless body.
He was amazing, just gorgeous. The toned expanse of his back revealing smooth vanilla skin. The broadness of his shoulders. The healthy shine to his long dark hair. The artful features that created his strong male beauty. Ororo absorbed it all and her heart nearly stopped at the strong emotion that washed over her as she admired him this way.
Her Remy.
Ororo silently raised a little, just enough to hover over him as she lowered her lips to his back, laying a light kiss to his spine, his shoulder. Ororo's hair rested across his back and shoulders and she slid up closer to his face, the apex of his beauty. She kissed his lips, a kiss as soft as rose petals just as her eyes began to fill with tears at the gesture. Ororo placed her lips just barely against his once more and whispered—without fear, without hesitation this time …
"I … love you."
The tears fell at her words, cascading down her cheeks and slipping down to fall on Remy's face, stirring him in his sleep.
Ororo quickly pulled back, wiping at her eyes as she sniffed back the remainder of her tears while Remy groaned lightly and opened bleary eyes that found her instantly.
"Hey, ma belle," he greeted deeply, voice low and gravelly with sleep. Ororo sniffed, composing herself and smiled at him quickly. "Hi, Remy. Good sleep?"
Remy chuckled and grabbed Ororo around the waist, pulling her into him. Ororo fell to the mattress, sharing a pillow with Remy as he reached up and combed his fingers through her hair.
"Oui, good sleep. Dreamt 'bout you."
"Oh?"
"Oui."
"What did you dream about me?"
Remy smiled, that signature devilish smile. "It felt real—very, very, real."
"What was it about?" Ororo asked again.
"You."
"I know!" Ororo laughed. "What did you dream about me?"
Remy leaned towards her, slowly taking her lips. "I'll tell y' later."
"Awww," Ororo groaned and rolled her eyes. Remy laughed and pulled her flush against him as his lips locked with hers, his hand falling to her lower back, pulling her closer until virtually no space existed between them both. He kissed her thoroughly until he felt the beginnings of an arousal stir and broke off the kiss with an agonized sigh, pulling at her nape to bring her closer where he could rest his forehead against her own.
"'Roro …" he breathed out. More to himself than her. This woman. His Ororo.
The way she made him feel . . .
And his dream. It felt so incredibly real. He figured it had to be a dream because it had simply been too good to be true. But still …
Her lips on his back. The graze of her silken hair. The press of her lips against his.
The whispered endearment he so desired to hear.
"I … love you."
"I didn't know you were here," she told him, gently cutting into his thoughts. "I thought you had left."
Remy clasped her hand and brought it up between them. "Never leave y', ma chère," he vowed. "Never." Ororo grinned and kissed the tip of his noise before settling back on her pillow; her smile was still in place.
Ororo closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, settling further into Remy's warmth and his arms immediately responded and drew her in. "You promise?" she whispered sleepily.
Remy kissed the top of her head and pulled the covers up around them both before clinging to her with a kind of needy desperation. The soft low glow of light in the room falling on Ororo's wondrous cocoa skin made her appear completely golden and he caressed the side of her face in something akin to genuine awe of just how inexplicably gorgeous the woman nestled against him was.
"I promise," he answered a now sleeping Ororo.
This too felt like a dream … but it was real. My God, this was real and all kinds of incredible—what he felt.
For her.
Perhaps his dream had been real as well.
But even if it had not, it wouldn't keep from confessing his next words to her, whispered just as softly as hers had been to him.
"I love you, Ororo . . . Je t'aime."
— o —
The intoxicating scent of Remy's cologne and natural fragrance had lulled Ororo into a deep sleep—that and the warm feel of his body, the strength of his arms that had enveloped her all night, but it had been the rough stubble on the bottom of his face that tickled her awake.
So, she woke up laughing, induced by his bristly facial hair. When Ororo made to slink out of the bed she was immediately drawn in by a strong sinewy arm that effectively put her right back where she had started, demolishing the progress she had made exiting it.
Ororo waited.
She listened as Remy mumbled something incoherently and after a few more moments— judging from the still silence—fell asleep again. She held her breath as she gingerly lifted his arm from around her. Slowly, painstakingly, easing inch by inch out from under the refuge of his arms. She glanced back one more time to make sure he was sleep as her feet touched the floor and she stood, stretching high and leisurely, feeling restful and yes, like she had slept on cloud nine.
After a good period of stretching where she had bent down and touched her toes, leaned from side to side, Ororo turned around to find a pair of mischievous red and black eyes watching her under a rim of long lashes. He lie on his side, head propped by his hand and elbow, and a leering smirk on his face.
"Aww, don' stop now, chère. Remy was enjoyin' de show, non?"
Ororo shot him a look and Remy laughed, sitting up further on the bed. She didn't see his amused smile but she heard him clear his throat before asking. "Tried t' sneak out, eh? Didn't t'ink I would notice?"
"No. I did not want to wake you."
The smirk widened.
"Chère, I awoke as soon as I felt dat y' were gone."
Ororo laughed. "I wasn't gone."
"Fine," he amended, "I awoke as soon as I felt y' weren't dere … beside me." Those same eyes grew warm, so warm and galvanizing so quickly that Ororo was forced to turn from them, her heart hammering against her chest.
"I … love you."
That familiar feeling from last night washed over Ororo once more and she turned away completely this time, her hand clasped over her mouth. Ororo let her eyes drift closed.
"'Roro … y' okay?" Ororo heard the bed creak behind her as Remy got up to go to over to her. "I'm okay, Remy. Um … I'm just … just going to have a shower." Ororo had begun collecting her things for her shower when she felt hands closing in on her from behind. When Remy's back touched hers a tremor pass through her and she visibly shivered. Remy saw it—felt it, and he smiled broadly, smugly.
"A shower, hmm?" he hummed near her ear.
"A … shower," Ororo managed. God, she hoped that was all he asked her; Ororo could hear the shakiness of her own voice and didn't trust it enough to answer anymore of Remy's questions, especially when he spoke in that velvety hypnotic tone.
"So Ororo wants t' take a shower," he murmured lowly. "By yourself?" he queried. Her response was cut short when she felt Remy's hand gliding along her thighs.
Up.
Up.
Large hands along smooth brown flesh.
His eyes glowed with fire and they seemed to ignite everything that they fell on.
So beautiful.
— o —
Ororo's legs still felt wobbly, unsteady as she dressed after her shower. She could still feel his hands, his lips, his fingers …
Ororo shook her head and continued dressing, sitting down on her bed as she pulled on peep-toe pumps, flushing again. She rose to her feet, smoothing down her sage green sundress and grabbed her bag and sunglasses. She was walking towards the door just as Remy opened it.
Ororo watched his eyes flit from her light pink toenails all the way towards her crimpy hair. Ororo touched it self-consciously. She had not straightened it, just blow-dried it and left her hair in the wild style it had dried in. It hung crimpy and big and wild down around her waist and she feared that her Diana Ross-esque 'do may have been a little too much.
"Don't like it?" she asked, her face setting into a trepid grimace.
Remy's eyes gleamed and his hand left the knob as he walked up to her and ran a single hand through the crimpy mass. "It's beautiful," he affirmed softly. "Mon Dieu, Ororo, y' are so—" He shook his head in a gesture of silent wonder. "Beautiful."
That hand … his hand … the fingers on those hands …
"Just trying to keep up with you." Ororo cleared her throat as her face warmed, she dropped her head slightly to hide that incessant flush that kept reappearing ever since … since earlier.
Remy laughed and Ororo took the distraction to grab his hand bringing it to her lips. A lump formed in his throat. She cleared her own again. "Ready? Because I'm suddenly feeling ravenous and Capalti's breakfast is scrum-diddley-umptious."
". . . Scrum-diddley-umptious?" Remy roared. "Yeah," Ororo said laughing, "Like the Willy Wonka bar?" Remy laughed even harder and Ororo smiled, grabbed his hand and began pulling him out the door.
— o —
Logan shoveled food in his mouth like a man on death roll eating his last meal. He had to have ordered every breakfast meat on the menu - the only thing he had not full of protein was the beer he'd paid a waiter underhand to succor for him. When Ororo had casually teased him about it, he countered with pointed examples of her raging sweet tooth. Statements like: "Everything on yer plate is either covered in sugar, syrup, or a combination of both, darlin'." And both Logan and Remy laughed at her expense.
Ororo liked him - he had a good soul. A little rough … a little gruff, but a good soul nonetheless. And handsome, ruggedly handsome. Not the pretty boy handsomeness of a man like Remy, but a rough attractiveness swathed with a pulsing masculinity that called to the femininity inside a woman. The bulge of muscles on his body was more than she had ever seen on a man.
Jean would love him.
Ororo smirked at her latter thought.
"So," Logan said loudly, interrupting her musing. "Whatta 'bout that freak storm earlier, eh?" Ororo gulped and her eyes shot over to Remy who was already beginning to smirk.
"I'm sorry?" Ororo croaked, rubbing at her throat. Both men looked at her warily as she rubbed at her throat and swallowed a large swig of water. The tell-tale signs of that familiar blush colored her mocha cheeks and Logan's eyes narrowed in on her curiously.
"The storm. Didn't you guys see it?" he asked incredulously. Remy's smirk just widened and Ororo floundered under both men's stares.
"It never rained," Logan continued, "but it got dark all of a sudden and there was heat lightning like crazy! Never seen anything like it. Reddish lightning flashing all over the sky."
"O - - oh yes - that. I - - I remember. It was hot - - it looked hot - - the lightning I mean," Ororo finished awkwardly. Ororo's eyes cut over to Remy who looked like he was fit to burst with contained laughter.
Logan eyed them quizzically, his grey eyes looking between them both. Logan's phone rang somewhere on his body drawing his attention and allowing Ororo to breathe a sigh of relief as he's eyes fell on the phone alive in his hands. Ororo looked up to find Remy's twinkling eyes and he winked at her knowingly. Ororo blushed and squeezed her crossed legs even tighter together involuntarily in response. Across the table Remy prided himself on a job well done, plans already forming in his head on how he and Ororo could create some more 'heat storms' when they got alone again.
"Yeah, he's right here," Logan was saying. Remy glanced over at Logan just as Logan held his phone out in front of Remy. "Here, it's Henri. Said he couldn't reach ya on yer phone." Remy sighed and accepted the device, standing up to move to a quieter area as he spoke into the phone.
"Wha'? Yeah - - yeah. Wha'd y' say?"
Logan just shook his head and jerked a thumb in Remy's direction as if to say, 'this guy.' Ororo smiled and picked up her fork just as a large shadow loomed over their table.
The waiter.
"Ororo." A familiar voice. It didn't belong to the waiter.
Ororo looked up and found Nathan standing in front of their table—a strange expression on his face. Ororo's mouth fell open, missing Logan's look of confusion across from her. Ororo's brow crinkled and she frowned.
"Nathan?"
"Is this him?" He ignored her inquisitive expression and gestured towards Logan. Ororo looked at Logan and back to Nathan.
"Excuse me?"
"The one your seeing." Ororo's eyes stretched and Logan made a deep grunt of disapproval across from her. Ororo was more than surprised, she was shocked and quickly becoming upset. She hardly knew what to say to him, she was still registering his presence.
"Nathan, what are you doing here? How did you know I was here? You—"
"You didn't answer me," he cut across firmly. Ororo just looked at him and slowly shook her head, eyes wide. He was serious?
Logan's chair scraped the ground as he pushed back in his seat and stood. "Look bub, I don't know who you are but you need go. 'Ro doesn't seem to be pleased with yer company." Ororo heard the warning in his tone instantly, and stood to her feet.
Nathan slowly turned towards Logan and lifted a brown brow. "Are you the one she's seeing?" he asked again. Nathan scoffed. "You must be."
Logan shifted on his feet and Ororo placed a placating hand on his immense arm. Her gaze shifted to Remy who was still on the phone but his sharp eyes were fixed in their direction. They found Ororo's and she could see the confusion mirrored in his own.
"Nathan, this is unacceptable. I—"
"You still haven't answered me!" Nathan's raised tone caused several pairs of curious eyes to peer in their direction and gasp in surprise. Nathan shoved a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. "God, I'm sorry, Ororo. Just please - - I want to talk with you." He reached out a hand to grab Ororo's arm and Ororo drew back just as Logan caught his hand mid-reach and stared at Nathan with hard eyes.
"The hell do ya think yer doin'?" Logan growled.
Nathan swallowed hard at the sound and shrunk immediately. "Sorry. I - - uh - - sorry." Logan's grip tightened on his wrist and Nathan winced lightly.
"Logan." Logan looked at Ororo and she nodded slowly. He glanced back at Nathan one more time, before shoving the hand away from him and Nathan stumbled backwards with the force of it.
He rubbed absently at his reddened wrist as he caught movement of another man swiftly moving towards their direction. He locked eyes with Ororo once more and pointed a finger at her. "You owe me an explanation, Ororo and I look forward to hearing it."
At his parting words, Nathan turned on his heel and strode away heavily, both Ororo and Logan watching him until he'd disappeared from their view.
Ororo sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You alright, 'Ro?" Logan asked. She nodded, rubbing her hand over her face. "Yes, Logan. Thank you." He nodded. "Who was that guy?" he gestured in the direction Nathan had gone. Just then Remy returned to the table immediately going over to Ororo, echoing Logan.
"Who was dat guy?"
Ororo saw Remy was confused, a bit concerned, but plainly angry. Ororo squeezed his hand reassuringly and let go. "That was Nathan."
Remy frowned, his lips tightening into a thin line. "Why was he here? Did I see him try t' grab you?" he asked, voice raised higher than normal.
"It's alright. I'm okay. Logan handled it, no reason to fret—all right?" She tried to affirmed them calmly. But she was confused and angry too. To her Nathan had quickly become an unexpected nuisance. "I do not know why he was here, but all is well."
"He thought I was with, 'Ro, Gumbo," Logan supplied. "Seemed upset about it too." Remy turned to Ororo for confirmation. She nodded.
"He wanted to know who she was with."
Remy's mouth fell and Ororo closed her eyes and exhaled through her mouth. Remy cursed under his breath. "I t'ink I need t' talk wit' dis homme. He wants t' kno' who 'Ro's wit den he can find out." Remy handed Logan back his phone and turned to Ororo. "Does he work today?"
"I do not know, Remy, but—"
"He tried t' put his hands on y', 'Roro," Remy exclaimed. Ororo touched his arm and searched out his eyes. "I know, Remy," she agreed softly, "but he didn't and he apologized. I'll speak to him and let him know he's never to behave that way again. I'll even speak with Mr. and Mrs. Summers about it," Ororo added, hoping it helped. She knew what would happen if Remy confronted Nathan. It needn't go that far.
"Anyways, I think Mr. Howlett here set him straight enough, yeah?" Ororo laughed nervously, trying to diffuse the potential for trouble—ease the tension.
Remy nodded towards Logan. "T'anks, mon ami." Logan smiled, sharp white teeth gleaming in a dark grin. "It's what I do." Remy smiled and Ororo shook her head, drawing in a deep breath. Some of the tension left her shoulders with the action and she pulled Remy to her and clutched him securely. An 'it's okay please don't make anymore trouble' sort of hug. Arms enlaced her firmly and he pushed back her hair to kiss her on the place between her neck and shoulder. Ororo shivered a little.
This time all the tension left her body.
Remy felt it. He murmured into her ear. "Let's hurry and finish breakfast so we can go home, non? Make some mo' heat lightenin' . . ."
Translations:
Je t'aime = I love you
Ma coeur … je t'adore = My heart … I adore you
