Chapter 7:
Thanks to everyone for the great reviews. I'm so glad everyone's enjoying the story so far... I'm blushing and giggling like a little girl TEEE HHEEE!!!!
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Remy moved his head away from hers, still holding the sides of her regal face. Ororo's gaze remained fixed on his lips as he led her from the doorway of the bathroom to the side of the bed. He sat her down and pulled the brown leather chair, which he had been sleeping in earlier, up to her and sat down with his elbows on his knees.
They eyed each other for a moment, looking into the others eyes; both hesitant to speak. Remy let his eyes drop to Ororo's hands which rested delicately folded on her thighs. Before he could say a word, Ororo beat him to it.
"Remy, I know you weren't really involved with those people", her voice soft and comforting.
Remy raised his eyes, a little surprised.
"How'd you know?"
"Because you always get the same look in your eyes when you tease me", she giggled.
He gave a boyish smirk. Ororo reached out and took his hand in hers.
"And I could feel it...", her blue eyes bore into his. "But you did make me a little nervous there for a bit".
"Ah'm sorry Stormy, Ah didn't want to but it was da only way Ah could make sure nothin' bad happened to ya", the sadness in his voice was growing.
Ororo reached up and stroked his unshaven jaw.
"I know, Remy", her voice was soothing to him. She always knew what to say and how to say it to make him feel better.
"Stormy, dose people...dey're not as dangerous as dey're cracked up to be. Dey're nothin' compared to the FOH"
"What about those files they had on all those mutants?" confusion filling her voice.
"HA!!!...dey stol 'em from the FOH. Dey can't even do dere own dirty work", he laughed.
They both paused for a moment, not knowing what to say next.
"Remy...how did you get out of Antarctica?" her eyes filled with concern.
He was waiting for that question.
"Some fisherman found me, but Ah don' really remember the rest. Ah was in da hospital for a while, an' when I got out...[he hesitated], Ah jus' needed some time ta t'ink. Ah wanted ta come back but Ah didn't know if ya'll wanted me back. An' when Ah heard 'bout da DOAM an' who dey were after, Ah decided ta take care of 'em myself before dey could do any damage", Remy gave a small laugh, "But ya beat me to da punch Stormy"
Ororo laughed, "I didn't mean to cramp your style", another giggle escaped her lips.
"S'okay, Ah'll let ya slide for now", he was playing with her.
Another pause fell between them.
"Will you come back?" her voice gave a hint of sadness in fear that he might say no.
"Ah don' know, chere"
Remy placed his other hand on top of hers, rubbing the back of her hand.
"Ah'm so sorry Ororo", his voice filled with guilt.
"Sorry for what?"
"For everyt'ing. For not lettin' ya know Ah was alive, for tonight... everyt'ing"
"Remy you don't have anything to be sorry for", She pulled him to her in a strong embrace.
"I'm just glad your here and okay"
Ororo stroked his hair as she held him. Remy forgot how much he needed her to comfort him, how at ease he felt in her arms. He drew her even closer, almost instinctively. Ororo leaned into him, breathing in the intoxicating smell from his hair.
Ororo pulled away from him and laid a kiss on his lips, soft and gentle. She then wiped away the traces of her dark rosy lip gloss from his bottom lip with her thumb. She gave him a smile, which he returned still inches way from her face.
* * *
Ororo slid back against the wooden headboard, slouching slightly. She reached out her hand to Remy, beckoning him to her. He took her hand an moved from his hunched position in the leather chair. Ororo pulled him to her gently as he knelt down on the bed, resting his body between her slightly gaped legs. Remy slowly reclined backward, his head resting against her chest.
As she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her gently, Ororo once again soothingly ran her fingers through his auburn hair. She raised her knees encasing his lower body, cradling his body closer to her. Her chest rose and fell evenly with every breath she took. The warmth from his body comforted him as hers did his.
Remy's left arm lay against his chest while his right fell against her smooth thigh, his fingers gently caressing her smooth brown skin. Remy could feel his body grow more and more relaxed as he rested against her. The soothing way she stroked his hair, the way she smelled...like sweet honeysuckles after a rainstorm. They remained silent for a while, simply enjoying the closeness of each other.
* * *
"Remy, can I ask you something?" her voice calm and soft.
"Anyt'ing Stormy", he said, curious as to what she was about to ask.
"Just what exactly was that pill you ever so cleverly slipped down my throat?" she asked slyly.
Remy gave a small genuine laugh. Ororo could feel it through his entire body, causing her to laugh with him.
"Oh that"
"Yes that"
Remy cleared his throat, letting one last giggle escape his lips.
"Dat pill was da only antidote to da poison in ya body. When ya got all loopy on me, Ah knew it was workin'"
"You could have just slipped it to me"
"I t'ought Ah did" he said innocently as he looked up at her, a boyish grin forming on his lips.
"I meant in my hand", she laughed as she swatted him on the hand.
"Well, I t'ought my way was more...interestin'" he said mischievously.
"I'll bet", Ororo nudged him with her foot.
"Aw c'mon, chere. Don' tell me you didn't like it", Remy tilted his head up to her with a fire in his eyes.
Ororo tried to supress a grin, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her.
"I plead the fifth", she said trying not to giggle.
"Awww, Stormy, Ah knew ya liked it. Ah can see it in ya eyes." He boasted.
"Oh yeah", she challenged him.
"Yeah", Remy's low, sultry voice and his burning red eyes bore into her.
"How can you be so sure?", she raised her eyebrow in suspicion.
Remy turned his head back to its previous position against her chest.
"It's jus' da lil' t'ings Stormy. Da way ya eyes flutter, ya heart beats faster, an' ya face gets a lil' flushed. Kinda like da way it is now", he gloated even more, as if he was an expert on her.
Ororo shook her head in amusement and disbelief.
"You're really cocky, you know that"
Remy turned back around facing her, still heavily pressed between her thighs. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her down so that her head rested against the two white pillows behind her, blending in with her silky white tresses that fanned out around her. Remy settled himself further against her, his rising erection pressing into her. Ororo's breaths became deeper, her body beginning to heat up from the desire she felt for the man pinning his chest against hers.
Remy inched his mouth dangerously close to hers, not breaking eye contact as Ororo hugged his hips with the inside of her thighs. Remy was so close to her lips he could almost taste the moistness from her lips.
"Ah'd love to show ya what Ah can really do", the seduction dripped from his lips as he seared her lips with his.
It started out slow and sultry. Remy nibbled on her full bottom lip, then parted her mouth with his wet tongue delving inside her cool mouth with growing passion. His tongue roamed her mouth, challenging her to respond...which she did eagerly. Ororo's tongue dueled with his, tasting as much as she could get. She rolled her tongue in his mouth, eliciting a deep moan from Remy and exciting him even further.
Remy's hand snaked its way through her hair down to the nape of her neck pulling her mouth even further to his. Ororo's hands moved down from underneath his arms to his waist, drawing him as close to her as she could stand.
Her insides began to ache with anticipation as she could feel him growing harder beneath his clothes. Remy then began trailing wet kisses down her throat slowly moving to the tops of her breasts still contained in the corset of her black dress.
Ororo pushed her hips up slightly against his, spreading her legs wider as his hand slid down the inside of her thigh. Remy brushed away the layers of her dress, gripping her hip while tugging at the string that held together her tiny black string bikini.
Remy shifted his weight forward and his hand moved down between her thighs, massaging her throbbing clit. Ororo moaned deeply while he explored her, feeling the wetness inside of her as her eyes began to white over. Remy could tell he was stroking her the right way as he watched her lick her lips and grit her teeth. He continued to rub her clit in every way imaginable before moving further down and reaching inside her to feel her soft walls pulsating with his every movement.
Her breathing sped up as he went deeper inside her, her hands gripped his face while she hungrily pressed her lips to his. Ororo was almost to the point of orgasm, when Remy removed his hand from her, teasing her further. He grinned when she gave a moan in disappointment, but as he continued to nibble her earlobe, she began to realize what they were about to do.
Ororo couldn't let this continue, at least right now. Although they didn't speak of it, she knew Remy still had unresolved issues with the team, and especially with Rogue. If they continued, things would get more complicated than they needed to be. More importantly, Ororo realized that her heart might get broken for a second time.
Her eyes returned to her normal baby blues and she rolled onto him, straddling his waist. Ororo broke away from him, breathing heavily as her hair fell in her face. Remy stared at the beauty sitting atop him with passion and fire in his eyes, wanting to continue. But he began to see the doubt and fear that filled her eyes.
"Maybe we should continue this another time"she said almost breathless.
Remy knew why she couldn't continue, but he didn't want to think of that just yet.
"Dat's okay, chere", he said understandingly as he sat up on his elbows, "but jus' don' wait too long chere, ... 'cause it only gets better from dere"
Remy winked at her and she responded with a smile. Ororo swung her legs over to the side of the bed and took a deep breath as the sunlight began to peak through the cracked window panes, illuminating her brown skin.
* * *
Remy swung his legs over to the other side of the bed and stood, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration and disappointment. It was mainly sexual frustration, but who could blame him. Remy was more saddened at the thought of what he had slipping through his fingers.
He began to wonder if Ororo came to her senses and realized she didn't want to be with him. Or if she did but couldn't bring herself to express her true feelings to him because of what had happened between Rogue and himself.
He had dreaded this moment, but he had to face the music. Remy turned to her with a calm look on his face.
"Well, Stormy, Ah t'ink we should be gettin' home now"
Ororo turned to him, she couldn't conceal the surprise in her eyes.
"Really?"
"Oui, chere"
Ororo turned back and tried to hide a smile creeping across her face, but Remy saw her reflection in the mirror. He smirked in repsonse and moved toward the closet to get his long brown duster.
Remy walked to Ororo, who was bent down fastening the straps to her high heeled shoes. She flipped her hair from her face and stood eye to eye with Remy as he draped his jacket around her shoulders.
"It might get a lil' cold on da ride back", he said while gently pulling her hair away from her neck as she put her arms through the sleeves.
"Thank you", once again she tried to hold back her happiness so he wouldn't laugh at her.
Remy took her by the hand, grabbed the keys to his bike, and led her outside into the bright sunlight and morning mist that rose from the street. Remy climbed on his bike, edging up for Ororo to follow.
He started the engine and headed for the gate with Ororo's hands firmly around his waist, beginning to prepare himself to the long ride home, and the even longer ride when he got there.
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Next chapter: Remy and Ororo head back to the team and prepare to answer a few questions from everybody
Note: I had extended that last scene to where they buck wild, but it just didn't fit. Besides, I think I have a snow-white complex or something cause it's one thing to read an NC-17 story, but it's another to actually write one. But expect more to come...
Thanks to everyone for the great reviews. I'm so glad everyone's enjoying the story so far... I'm blushing and giggling like a little girl TEEE HHEEE!!!!
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Remy moved his head away from hers, still holding the sides of her regal face. Ororo's gaze remained fixed on his lips as he led her from the doorway of the bathroom to the side of the bed. He sat her down and pulled the brown leather chair, which he had been sleeping in earlier, up to her and sat down with his elbows on his knees.
They eyed each other for a moment, looking into the others eyes; both hesitant to speak. Remy let his eyes drop to Ororo's hands which rested delicately folded on her thighs. Before he could say a word, Ororo beat him to it.
"Remy, I know you weren't really involved with those people", her voice soft and comforting.
Remy raised his eyes, a little surprised.
"How'd you know?"
"Because you always get the same look in your eyes when you tease me", she giggled.
He gave a boyish smirk. Ororo reached out and took his hand in hers.
"And I could feel it...", her blue eyes bore into his. "But you did make me a little nervous there for a bit".
"Ah'm sorry Stormy, Ah didn't want to but it was da only way Ah could make sure nothin' bad happened to ya", the sadness in his voice was growing.
Ororo reached up and stroked his unshaven jaw.
"I know, Remy", her voice was soothing to him. She always knew what to say and how to say it to make him feel better.
"Stormy, dose people...dey're not as dangerous as dey're cracked up to be. Dey're nothin' compared to the FOH"
"What about those files they had on all those mutants?" confusion filling her voice.
"HA!!!...dey stol 'em from the FOH. Dey can't even do dere own dirty work", he laughed.
They both paused for a moment, not knowing what to say next.
"Remy...how did you get out of Antarctica?" her eyes filled with concern.
He was waiting for that question.
"Some fisherman found me, but Ah don' really remember the rest. Ah was in da hospital for a while, an' when I got out...[he hesitated], Ah jus' needed some time ta t'ink. Ah wanted ta come back but Ah didn't know if ya'll wanted me back. An' when Ah heard 'bout da DOAM an' who dey were after, Ah decided ta take care of 'em myself before dey could do any damage", Remy gave a small laugh, "But ya beat me to da punch Stormy"
Ororo laughed, "I didn't mean to cramp your style", another giggle escaped her lips.
"S'okay, Ah'll let ya slide for now", he was playing with her.
Another pause fell between them.
"Will you come back?" her voice gave a hint of sadness in fear that he might say no.
"Ah don' know, chere"
Remy placed his other hand on top of hers, rubbing the back of her hand.
"Ah'm so sorry Ororo", his voice filled with guilt.
"Sorry for what?"
"For everyt'ing. For not lettin' ya know Ah was alive, for tonight... everyt'ing"
"Remy you don't have anything to be sorry for", She pulled him to her in a strong embrace.
"I'm just glad your here and okay"
Ororo stroked his hair as she held him. Remy forgot how much he needed her to comfort him, how at ease he felt in her arms. He drew her even closer, almost instinctively. Ororo leaned into him, breathing in the intoxicating smell from his hair.
Ororo pulled away from him and laid a kiss on his lips, soft and gentle. She then wiped away the traces of her dark rosy lip gloss from his bottom lip with her thumb. She gave him a smile, which he returned still inches way from her face.
* * *
Ororo slid back against the wooden headboard, slouching slightly. She reached out her hand to Remy, beckoning him to her. He took her hand an moved from his hunched position in the leather chair. Ororo pulled him to her gently as he knelt down on the bed, resting his body between her slightly gaped legs. Remy slowly reclined backward, his head resting against her chest.
As she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her gently, Ororo once again soothingly ran her fingers through his auburn hair. She raised her knees encasing his lower body, cradling his body closer to her. Her chest rose and fell evenly with every breath she took. The warmth from his body comforted him as hers did his.
Remy's left arm lay against his chest while his right fell against her smooth thigh, his fingers gently caressing her smooth brown skin. Remy could feel his body grow more and more relaxed as he rested against her. The soothing way she stroked his hair, the way she smelled...like sweet honeysuckles after a rainstorm. They remained silent for a while, simply enjoying the closeness of each other.
* * *
"Remy, can I ask you something?" her voice calm and soft.
"Anyt'ing Stormy", he said, curious as to what she was about to ask.
"Just what exactly was that pill you ever so cleverly slipped down my throat?" she asked slyly.
Remy gave a small genuine laugh. Ororo could feel it through his entire body, causing her to laugh with him.
"Oh that"
"Yes that"
Remy cleared his throat, letting one last giggle escape his lips.
"Dat pill was da only antidote to da poison in ya body. When ya got all loopy on me, Ah knew it was workin'"
"You could have just slipped it to me"
"I t'ought Ah did" he said innocently as he looked up at her, a boyish grin forming on his lips.
"I meant in my hand", she laughed as she swatted him on the hand.
"Well, I t'ought my way was more...interestin'" he said mischievously.
"I'll bet", Ororo nudged him with her foot.
"Aw c'mon, chere. Don' tell me you didn't like it", Remy tilted his head up to her with a fire in his eyes.
Ororo tried to supress a grin, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her.
"I plead the fifth", she said trying not to giggle.
"Awww, Stormy, Ah knew ya liked it. Ah can see it in ya eyes." He boasted.
"Oh yeah", she challenged him.
"Yeah", Remy's low, sultry voice and his burning red eyes bore into her.
"How can you be so sure?", she raised her eyebrow in suspicion.
Remy turned his head back to its previous position against her chest.
"It's jus' da lil' t'ings Stormy. Da way ya eyes flutter, ya heart beats faster, an' ya face gets a lil' flushed. Kinda like da way it is now", he gloated even more, as if he was an expert on her.
Ororo shook her head in amusement and disbelief.
"You're really cocky, you know that"
Remy turned back around facing her, still heavily pressed between her thighs. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her down so that her head rested against the two white pillows behind her, blending in with her silky white tresses that fanned out around her. Remy settled himself further against her, his rising erection pressing into her. Ororo's breaths became deeper, her body beginning to heat up from the desire she felt for the man pinning his chest against hers.
Remy inched his mouth dangerously close to hers, not breaking eye contact as Ororo hugged his hips with the inside of her thighs. Remy was so close to her lips he could almost taste the moistness from her lips.
"Ah'd love to show ya what Ah can really do", the seduction dripped from his lips as he seared her lips with his.
It started out slow and sultry. Remy nibbled on her full bottom lip, then parted her mouth with his wet tongue delving inside her cool mouth with growing passion. His tongue roamed her mouth, challenging her to respond...which she did eagerly. Ororo's tongue dueled with his, tasting as much as she could get. She rolled her tongue in his mouth, eliciting a deep moan from Remy and exciting him even further.
Remy's hand snaked its way through her hair down to the nape of her neck pulling her mouth even further to his. Ororo's hands moved down from underneath his arms to his waist, drawing him as close to her as she could stand.
Her insides began to ache with anticipation as she could feel him growing harder beneath his clothes. Remy then began trailing wet kisses down her throat slowly moving to the tops of her breasts still contained in the corset of her black dress.
Ororo pushed her hips up slightly against his, spreading her legs wider as his hand slid down the inside of her thigh. Remy brushed away the layers of her dress, gripping her hip while tugging at the string that held together her tiny black string bikini.
Remy shifted his weight forward and his hand moved down between her thighs, massaging her throbbing clit. Ororo moaned deeply while he explored her, feeling the wetness inside of her as her eyes began to white over. Remy could tell he was stroking her the right way as he watched her lick her lips and grit her teeth. He continued to rub her clit in every way imaginable before moving further down and reaching inside her to feel her soft walls pulsating with his every movement.
Her breathing sped up as he went deeper inside her, her hands gripped his face while she hungrily pressed her lips to his. Ororo was almost to the point of orgasm, when Remy removed his hand from her, teasing her further. He grinned when she gave a moan in disappointment, but as he continued to nibble her earlobe, she began to realize what they were about to do.
Ororo couldn't let this continue, at least right now. Although they didn't speak of it, she knew Remy still had unresolved issues with the team, and especially with Rogue. If they continued, things would get more complicated than they needed to be. More importantly, Ororo realized that her heart might get broken for a second time.
Her eyes returned to her normal baby blues and she rolled onto him, straddling his waist. Ororo broke away from him, breathing heavily as her hair fell in her face. Remy stared at the beauty sitting atop him with passion and fire in his eyes, wanting to continue. But he began to see the doubt and fear that filled her eyes.
"Maybe we should continue this another time"she said almost breathless.
Remy knew why she couldn't continue, but he didn't want to think of that just yet.
"Dat's okay, chere", he said understandingly as he sat up on his elbows, "but jus' don' wait too long chere, ... 'cause it only gets better from dere"
Remy winked at her and she responded with a smile. Ororo swung her legs over to the side of the bed and took a deep breath as the sunlight began to peak through the cracked window panes, illuminating her brown skin.
* * *
Remy swung his legs over to the other side of the bed and stood, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration and disappointment. It was mainly sexual frustration, but who could blame him. Remy was more saddened at the thought of what he had slipping through his fingers.
He began to wonder if Ororo came to her senses and realized she didn't want to be with him. Or if she did but couldn't bring herself to express her true feelings to him because of what had happened between Rogue and himself.
He had dreaded this moment, but he had to face the music. Remy turned to her with a calm look on his face.
"Well, Stormy, Ah t'ink we should be gettin' home now"
Ororo turned to him, she couldn't conceal the surprise in her eyes.
"Really?"
"Oui, chere"
Ororo turned back and tried to hide a smile creeping across her face, but Remy saw her reflection in the mirror. He smirked in repsonse and moved toward the closet to get his long brown duster.
Remy walked to Ororo, who was bent down fastening the straps to her high heeled shoes. She flipped her hair from her face and stood eye to eye with Remy as he draped his jacket around her shoulders.
"It might get a lil' cold on da ride back", he said while gently pulling her hair away from her neck as she put her arms through the sleeves.
"Thank you", once again she tried to hold back her happiness so he wouldn't laugh at her.
Remy took her by the hand, grabbed the keys to his bike, and led her outside into the bright sunlight and morning mist that rose from the street. Remy climbed on his bike, edging up for Ororo to follow.
He started the engine and headed for the gate with Ororo's hands firmly around his waist, beginning to prepare himself to the long ride home, and the even longer ride when he got there.
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Next chapter: Remy and Ororo head back to the team and prepare to answer a few questions from everybody
Note: I had extended that last scene to where they buck wild, but it just didn't fit. Besides, I think I have a snow-white complex or something cause it's one thing to read an NC-17 story, but it's another to actually write one. But expect more to come...