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Stormfreak: Thanks for giving me a heads up on the short chapters. I hate that too and didn't realize they were that short, I think my computer is a piece of crap. Hope this better!
Chapter 6
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Ororo leaned her head onto Remy's shoulder as he trotted down the shadow filled hallway with her bouncing slightly in his arms. The soft lights from overhead shown down on the two as Remy neared the exit. He gave the door one swift kick after another but the door wouldn't budge. Remy paused, then looked behind him to assure that no one would discover them.
All he could see was darkness, all he could hear were the quick breaths Ororo drew in through her mouth and his own heart beating in his ears. He had to act fast. Remy gently lowered Ororo to her feet, still keeping a tight grip around her waist. He then pressed his right hand to steel handled door charging it till it glowed a vibrant red.
Spotting an empty adjacent corridor, Remy pulled Ororo into the blackness and covered her body with his to shield her from the blast.
[POW]
The hallway filled with smoke and soot from the obliterated door. Remy peaked his head out cautiously, dust settling on strands of his auburn hair. There was still no sign of any DOAM guards, giving Remy the perfect getaway. Remy lifted Ororo into his arms, clutching her tightly, and ran through the murky hallway to the alley outside. The crisp cool air filled his lungs as he ran, almost effortlessly, with his goddess in his arms. Remy's heart raced as his feet pounded against the cobblestone alleyway. Only the black night sky covered their retreat as he disappeared through the warm, heavy mist that rose from the street.
Remy must have been running for what seemed like forever before he reached his bike, parked only a few blocks down from the hotel. He delicately placed Ororo on her feet again, steadying her with his arm locked around her shoulder.
"Stormy, Stormy look at me", he said with earnest in his voice.
Ororo tried to focus on his face but her eyes kept wandering, like someone who had been up for days and was trying desperately to remain awake.
"ORORO!!" [that got her attention] Remy's voice grew more forceful and concerned.
Her blue eyes widened as they looked helplessly into his fiery depths.
"Ah need ya ta listen ta me, chere. We're gonna get outta here, alright. But Ah need ya to hold on ta me tight. Can ya do dat fo' me?" His voice reminded her of when he had found her when she was a child. It had that same firm, yet secure tone to it.
Ororo nodded her head slightly and gave a soft "yes" in reply. Remy hopped on his bike, still holding Ororo's hand in his as she straddled the seat behind him, hiking up her dress so she could get as close to him as she could. Remy started the bike and the roar of the engine startled her, causing her to grasp tightly around Remy's waist. Remy gave a slight smile at her reaction, it had been a long time since they had ridden together; under more pleasant circumstances, that is.
Remy turned his bike and headed out of the alley towards the street ahead, leaving black tire marks on the pavement as he peeled out. Ororo's white hair flapped wildly behind her a his bike gained speed. She didn't know where he was taking her, the surroundings became more and more unfamiliar as Remy sped down endless streets.
Ororo rested her head against his back as her lids became heavy. She tried to remain awake but it became increasingly harder with each passing moment. Remy could feel her grip around him gradually loosen. He revved his engine to jolt her awake, occasionally holding her hands together around his body. He did this every time he felt she might be dozing off.
* * *
They had been riding for at least an hour, Remy covered his tracks well and took far off roads that were rarely traveled. He pulled into a large driveway that was lit by the blaring neon lights of a run-down motel, far off from any place she had been. Remy eased his bike to a halt and cut off the engine, his hand still griping hers. He gracefully slid himself from the seat and kneeled down in front of Ororo, placing his warm hands around her smooth back to ease her from the seat. As he pulled her up he noticed how flushed her face looked, how exhausted she seemed. Ororo's body weight fell against him as he embraced her form, her arms sluggishly clung to his shoulders. Her head tilted up towards his slowly as he brushed stray strands of hair from her face.
"How ya feelin, chere?" his voice was light as the words rolled off his Cajun tongue.
Ororo gave a small, breathy laugh at his question.
"Oh, I'm just peachy Mr. LeBeau. I feel like tap dancing."
Remy laughed at the sarcasm in her voice.
"Did you jus' make a joke, ma belle?"
"Yes", she gave another breathy laugh, "it happens every once in while".
Ororo's eyes began to glaze over as she stared up at Remy, as if she was mesmerized by the mere sight of him. Remy noticed this and knew he had to get her inside. He bent down, throwing her over his shoulder and headed for the door of his motel room. Ororo's arms dangled down toward his calves while her hair hung limp from her head.
Remy held her legs firmly to his chest as he came to the door. Pulling the keys from the inside of his black jacket pocket, he quickly unlocked the door and entered the dark room. With a flick of his wrist he flipped on the light switch next to the door illuminating the dingy room. The musty smell of the well used dark brown furniture and the chipping light blue paint filled Ororo's nose. Remy carried her to the edge of the large bed, laying her gently on the fluffy white comforter.
As she rolled back onto the soft bed, her luscious hair sprawled out behind her almost blending in with the white comforter. Remy stood back for a moment and simply watched her as her eyelids fluttered shut and her long, smooth mocha colored legs bent slightly, one higher than the other. As she raised her knee, the sheer black layers of her tattered dress lay delicately over her legs revealing her sensuous thigh.
Remy's dark eyes simply swallowed the sight of her, he couldn't help the rising desire that was building up inside him. He soon felt guilty for looking at Ororo this way; she was his best friend, not his lover. But a part of wished that things could be different.
'Knock if LeBeau! Dis is Stormy ya lookin' at. She ya friend an' dat's all'
Remy backed away slowly from the sleeping beauty and loosened his crimson tie, placing it on the wooden chair next to the door along with his black jacket. He then unbuttoned the top of his black shirt, leaving only a bit of his chest exposed. Remy then turned at the noise of Ororo stirring in her sleep. He walked towards the foot of the bed and noticed that she still had her strappy, black heels on. A small grin crossed his face as he began undoing the straps to her shoes. His fingers brushed lightly against the soft soles of her dainty feet causing her to twiddle her toes. Remy dropped the shoes to the wooden floor and covered her body with a light thermal blanket that lay at the foot of the bed. Ororo instinctually snuggled herself under the blanket, then drifted off to sleep. Remy rubbed her forehead lightly, taking one last look at her.
'Damn it! Ya got some serious problems homme if ya be t'inkin 'bout ya best friend dat way. She probably don' even t'ink 'bout ya dat way anyway, so cut it out!'
Remy had these thoughts running through his mind ever since he saw her get into that elevator at the hotel. He had to keep reminding himself that they were only friends, nothing more. But every time he looked at her, the same feelings that he thought he had for Rogue kept creeping up on him, even stronger than before.
Remy took a long deep breath and turned away from her, taking a seat in the large brown leather chair that lay in the opposite corner of the room. Far enough away from her but close enough to keep an eye on her. He plopped down in the chair and sluggishly sank down into the chair...he was worn out. Remy body began to relax and his breaths became slower and deeper as he drifted off into a much needed sleep.
* * *
Ororo had only been asleep for about 2 hours or so before she awoke. It was pitch black outside, except for the pale moonlight that shown through the window casting irregular shadows around the room and on the floor. She could barely make it out but the clock on the wall read at only 2:00 a.m. Ororo sat up slowly and looked around the dark room, her eyes still a little blurry. Despite her normally sharp eyesight, all she could make out were the dim forms of the furniture...and Remy sleeping in the corner. Her eyes began to adjust, getting clearer as she stared at his languid form sleeping soundly. She noticed how his auburn hair fell back off his face from his head tilting back slightly; how his chest rose and fell as he drew in deep breaths through his nose.
'He look so peaceful...so beautiful. I wish I could just go over to him and...'
She stopped herself almost immediately. Ororo's eyes widened a bit as she realized what she was thinking. She had always thought Remy was one of, if not the most handsome man she had ever seen. But she realized her thoughts were taking on a different meaning, ones she didn't want them to.
Ororo's thoughts were broken by the dull pain she felt in her back from the wound she sustained earlier. She studied the room and saw a small bathroom to her left. Lifting herself from the bed, Ororo treaded lightly across the wooden floor into the white tiled bathroom. As she turned on the light, she squinted her eyes tightly trying to adjust to the bright light in the room. Her eyes had to gradually adjust once again to her surroundings, as barren as they were. The only things in the sea of white tiles were a blue towel and silver razor.
Ororo studied her disheveled form in the large mirror above the sink. Dark red blood had dried on her cheek and her bottom lip. She touched her full lip gently with her forefinger, then turned to see more dried blood and small scrapes along the area in which she had been shot. Ororo gave a small frown upon her appearance knowing that she would be berated with questions as to the details of her mission. As she turned back to face the mirror, her eyes drifted upward from her ruined black dress, to the marks on her face, and then to Remy. He was standing right behind her left shoulder watching her through the mirror as she viewed herself. She hadn't even sensed his presence. The lights in the room reflected into Ororo's blue eyes, making it seem as if you were looking though clear blue glass. Ororo stared back into Remy's scarlet eyes, finding that familiar playfulness in them that she so longed to see.
"Lemme clean dat for ya, Stormy", he said softly, referring to her wound.
Remy placed his warm hands on her shoulders and turned her back to him. He grabbed some antiseptic from the cabinet and placed it on his fingers, rubbing it gently into her wound. Ororo winced at the stinging pain she felt at first, but as Remy's soft hands continued to rub her back, she quickly became at ease. She tilted her head down slightly and closed her eyes, enjoying Remy's soft touch against her skin. Remy eyes wandered over every inch of her exposed brown skin: her neck, her shoulders, her back...every beautiful curve of her.
Remy took the blue towel from the counter and rubbed her wound delicately. He then turned her to face him, looking directly into her eyes. Remy rubbed the towel against her cheek and her lip, removing the dried blood from her face. Her lip and cheek were still a little red but the cuts had healed, leaving only the slightest trace of a mark that would disappear in a few days. As his hands maneuvered about her face, Ororo eyes fixated on the open collar of his shirt, his strong jawline, his Adam's apple, and seemed to stare the longest on his desirable lips.
"Dere, all better know", he said warmly.
"Thank you" she managed to whisper.
Remy's hands remained cupping her face as he began to inch his way towards her mouth. Ororo's eyes were still fixed on his lips...lips she had been dying to feel against hers. But with only the smallest space between them, Ororo's eyes looked into his with a questioning as to what had happened earlier...and what was happening now. A look that Remy was dreading, but knew would come eventually.
"Remy... we need to talk", she whispered again in a heated, breathy voice.
"Ah know, Stormy. Ah know", he managed to say barely centimeters from her mouth.
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All will be explained in the next chapter...don't ya just hate cliff hangers.
Stormfreak: Thanks for giving me a heads up on the short chapters. I hate that too and didn't realize they were that short, I think my computer is a piece of crap. Hope this better!
Chapter 6
_________________________
Ororo leaned her head onto Remy's shoulder as he trotted down the shadow filled hallway with her bouncing slightly in his arms. The soft lights from overhead shown down on the two as Remy neared the exit. He gave the door one swift kick after another but the door wouldn't budge. Remy paused, then looked behind him to assure that no one would discover them.
All he could see was darkness, all he could hear were the quick breaths Ororo drew in through her mouth and his own heart beating in his ears. He had to act fast. Remy gently lowered Ororo to her feet, still keeping a tight grip around her waist. He then pressed his right hand to steel handled door charging it till it glowed a vibrant red.
Spotting an empty adjacent corridor, Remy pulled Ororo into the blackness and covered her body with his to shield her from the blast.
[POW]
The hallway filled with smoke and soot from the obliterated door. Remy peaked his head out cautiously, dust settling on strands of his auburn hair. There was still no sign of any DOAM guards, giving Remy the perfect getaway. Remy lifted Ororo into his arms, clutching her tightly, and ran through the murky hallway to the alley outside. The crisp cool air filled his lungs as he ran, almost effortlessly, with his goddess in his arms. Remy's heart raced as his feet pounded against the cobblestone alleyway. Only the black night sky covered their retreat as he disappeared through the warm, heavy mist that rose from the street.
Remy must have been running for what seemed like forever before he reached his bike, parked only a few blocks down from the hotel. He delicately placed Ororo on her feet again, steadying her with his arm locked around her shoulder.
"Stormy, Stormy look at me", he said with earnest in his voice.
Ororo tried to focus on his face but her eyes kept wandering, like someone who had been up for days and was trying desperately to remain awake.
"ORORO!!" [that got her attention] Remy's voice grew more forceful and concerned.
Her blue eyes widened as they looked helplessly into his fiery depths.
"Ah need ya ta listen ta me, chere. We're gonna get outta here, alright. But Ah need ya to hold on ta me tight. Can ya do dat fo' me?" His voice reminded her of when he had found her when she was a child. It had that same firm, yet secure tone to it.
Ororo nodded her head slightly and gave a soft "yes" in reply. Remy hopped on his bike, still holding Ororo's hand in his as she straddled the seat behind him, hiking up her dress so she could get as close to him as she could. Remy started the bike and the roar of the engine startled her, causing her to grasp tightly around Remy's waist. Remy gave a slight smile at her reaction, it had been a long time since they had ridden together; under more pleasant circumstances, that is.
Remy turned his bike and headed out of the alley towards the street ahead, leaving black tire marks on the pavement as he peeled out. Ororo's white hair flapped wildly behind her a his bike gained speed. She didn't know where he was taking her, the surroundings became more and more unfamiliar as Remy sped down endless streets.
Ororo rested her head against his back as her lids became heavy. She tried to remain awake but it became increasingly harder with each passing moment. Remy could feel her grip around him gradually loosen. He revved his engine to jolt her awake, occasionally holding her hands together around his body. He did this every time he felt she might be dozing off.
* * *
They had been riding for at least an hour, Remy covered his tracks well and took far off roads that were rarely traveled. He pulled into a large driveway that was lit by the blaring neon lights of a run-down motel, far off from any place she had been. Remy eased his bike to a halt and cut off the engine, his hand still griping hers. He gracefully slid himself from the seat and kneeled down in front of Ororo, placing his warm hands around her smooth back to ease her from the seat. As he pulled her up he noticed how flushed her face looked, how exhausted she seemed. Ororo's body weight fell against him as he embraced her form, her arms sluggishly clung to his shoulders. Her head tilted up towards his slowly as he brushed stray strands of hair from her face.
"How ya feelin, chere?" his voice was light as the words rolled off his Cajun tongue.
Ororo gave a small, breathy laugh at his question.
"Oh, I'm just peachy Mr. LeBeau. I feel like tap dancing."
Remy laughed at the sarcasm in her voice.
"Did you jus' make a joke, ma belle?"
"Yes", she gave another breathy laugh, "it happens every once in while".
Ororo's eyes began to glaze over as she stared up at Remy, as if she was mesmerized by the mere sight of him. Remy noticed this and knew he had to get her inside. He bent down, throwing her over his shoulder and headed for the door of his motel room. Ororo's arms dangled down toward his calves while her hair hung limp from her head.
Remy held her legs firmly to his chest as he came to the door. Pulling the keys from the inside of his black jacket pocket, he quickly unlocked the door and entered the dark room. With a flick of his wrist he flipped on the light switch next to the door illuminating the dingy room. The musty smell of the well used dark brown furniture and the chipping light blue paint filled Ororo's nose. Remy carried her to the edge of the large bed, laying her gently on the fluffy white comforter.
As she rolled back onto the soft bed, her luscious hair sprawled out behind her almost blending in with the white comforter. Remy stood back for a moment and simply watched her as her eyelids fluttered shut and her long, smooth mocha colored legs bent slightly, one higher than the other. As she raised her knee, the sheer black layers of her tattered dress lay delicately over her legs revealing her sensuous thigh.
Remy's dark eyes simply swallowed the sight of her, he couldn't help the rising desire that was building up inside him. He soon felt guilty for looking at Ororo this way; she was his best friend, not his lover. But a part of wished that things could be different.
'Knock if LeBeau! Dis is Stormy ya lookin' at. She ya friend an' dat's all'
Remy backed away slowly from the sleeping beauty and loosened his crimson tie, placing it on the wooden chair next to the door along with his black jacket. He then unbuttoned the top of his black shirt, leaving only a bit of his chest exposed. Remy then turned at the noise of Ororo stirring in her sleep. He walked towards the foot of the bed and noticed that she still had her strappy, black heels on. A small grin crossed his face as he began undoing the straps to her shoes. His fingers brushed lightly against the soft soles of her dainty feet causing her to twiddle her toes. Remy dropped the shoes to the wooden floor and covered her body with a light thermal blanket that lay at the foot of the bed. Ororo instinctually snuggled herself under the blanket, then drifted off to sleep. Remy rubbed her forehead lightly, taking one last look at her.
'Damn it! Ya got some serious problems homme if ya be t'inkin 'bout ya best friend dat way. She probably don' even t'ink 'bout ya dat way anyway, so cut it out!'
Remy had these thoughts running through his mind ever since he saw her get into that elevator at the hotel. He had to keep reminding himself that they were only friends, nothing more. But every time he looked at her, the same feelings that he thought he had for Rogue kept creeping up on him, even stronger than before.
Remy took a long deep breath and turned away from her, taking a seat in the large brown leather chair that lay in the opposite corner of the room. Far enough away from her but close enough to keep an eye on her. He plopped down in the chair and sluggishly sank down into the chair...he was worn out. Remy body began to relax and his breaths became slower and deeper as he drifted off into a much needed sleep.
* * *
Ororo had only been asleep for about 2 hours or so before she awoke. It was pitch black outside, except for the pale moonlight that shown through the window casting irregular shadows around the room and on the floor. She could barely make it out but the clock on the wall read at only 2:00 a.m. Ororo sat up slowly and looked around the dark room, her eyes still a little blurry. Despite her normally sharp eyesight, all she could make out were the dim forms of the furniture...and Remy sleeping in the corner. Her eyes began to adjust, getting clearer as she stared at his languid form sleeping soundly. She noticed how his auburn hair fell back off his face from his head tilting back slightly; how his chest rose and fell as he drew in deep breaths through his nose.
'He look so peaceful...so beautiful. I wish I could just go over to him and...'
She stopped herself almost immediately. Ororo's eyes widened a bit as she realized what she was thinking. She had always thought Remy was one of, if not the most handsome man she had ever seen. But she realized her thoughts were taking on a different meaning, ones she didn't want them to.
Ororo's thoughts were broken by the dull pain she felt in her back from the wound she sustained earlier. She studied the room and saw a small bathroom to her left. Lifting herself from the bed, Ororo treaded lightly across the wooden floor into the white tiled bathroom. As she turned on the light, she squinted her eyes tightly trying to adjust to the bright light in the room. Her eyes had to gradually adjust once again to her surroundings, as barren as they were. The only things in the sea of white tiles were a blue towel and silver razor.
Ororo studied her disheveled form in the large mirror above the sink. Dark red blood had dried on her cheek and her bottom lip. She touched her full lip gently with her forefinger, then turned to see more dried blood and small scrapes along the area in which she had been shot. Ororo gave a small frown upon her appearance knowing that she would be berated with questions as to the details of her mission. As she turned back to face the mirror, her eyes drifted upward from her ruined black dress, to the marks on her face, and then to Remy. He was standing right behind her left shoulder watching her through the mirror as she viewed herself. She hadn't even sensed his presence. The lights in the room reflected into Ororo's blue eyes, making it seem as if you were looking though clear blue glass. Ororo stared back into Remy's scarlet eyes, finding that familiar playfulness in them that she so longed to see.
"Lemme clean dat for ya, Stormy", he said softly, referring to her wound.
Remy placed his warm hands on her shoulders and turned her back to him. He grabbed some antiseptic from the cabinet and placed it on his fingers, rubbing it gently into her wound. Ororo winced at the stinging pain she felt at first, but as Remy's soft hands continued to rub her back, she quickly became at ease. She tilted her head down slightly and closed her eyes, enjoying Remy's soft touch against her skin. Remy eyes wandered over every inch of her exposed brown skin: her neck, her shoulders, her back...every beautiful curve of her.
Remy took the blue towel from the counter and rubbed her wound delicately. He then turned her to face him, looking directly into her eyes. Remy rubbed the towel against her cheek and her lip, removing the dried blood from her face. Her lip and cheek were still a little red but the cuts had healed, leaving only the slightest trace of a mark that would disappear in a few days. As his hands maneuvered about her face, Ororo eyes fixated on the open collar of his shirt, his strong jawline, his Adam's apple, and seemed to stare the longest on his desirable lips.
"Dere, all better know", he said warmly.
"Thank you" she managed to whisper.
Remy's hands remained cupping her face as he began to inch his way towards her mouth. Ororo's eyes were still fixed on his lips...lips she had been dying to feel against hers. But with only the smallest space between them, Ororo's eyes looked into his with a questioning as to what had happened earlier...and what was happening now. A look that Remy was dreading, but knew would come eventually.
"Remy... we need to talk", she whispered again in a heated, breathy voice.
"Ah know, Stormy. Ah know", he managed to say barely centimeters from her mouth.
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All will be explained in the next chapter...don't ya just hate cliff hangers.