Title: Tangled Webs By:Satine16
Chapter 7: The Beauties and The Beasts
Summary: This chapter is a one by one inside look at what each and every character REALLY
thinks about the relationship they are in at the moment and what the future may hold. Basically it
is an honest update.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel! I am not doing this to
make any money so please don't hurt me!
The bridesmaids met at the dress shop, and all of them were very prompt this time. All the
girls dresses were a pale shade of purple seeing as lavender was Jean's wedding color. All of the
skirts fell freely to the floor and hung in the same manner but all of the bodices were made to fit
the individual. Rebecca's was simply cut to bare both shoulders in a manner that Jean would
approve of, Betsy's was a strapless corset complete with boning, Ororo's was cut just off one
shoulder and Rogue's was a halter dress with a very low dipping back. She of course would be
wearing matching elbow length gloves to accommodate for the amount of skin already showing.
All of the girls stood on platforms while the seamstresses that tailored their gowns worked
around them. Jean was so wrapped up in the beauty that had began to unfold around her day she
didn't even realize that each of her bridesmaids' minds were wandering elsewhere. Jean's tailor
took her into a separate room to work on her wedding gown. It was a Vera Wang silvery white
satin ball gown. The strapless, sleeveless top had a simple fold at the top so an extra layer of
fabric rested across a small section of her chest. Under the bell shaped skirt there was sixteen or
so layers of tulle.
Jean couldn't stop the thoughts from racing through her mind, "I am getting married! And
he loves me and I love him. And it is going to be perfect!! A simple and small wedding in a rose
garden! I wonder what we'll name our first child? Wait, wait, wait! That's getting ahead of
myself........" all she could do was giggle hysterically. Her seamstress looked up from the hem of
her skirt and just rolled her eyes before she continued pinning and marking.
Meanwhile, in the other room Jean's bridesmaid were anything but giddy. Distraught
would be a much better description.
Ororo stared blankly into the mirror as her neckline was altered for the last time to make a
smooth cut across her mocha colored skin.
"I can not believe we slept together. I can not believe that we have started something
romantic and actually rather daring. Why am I doing this to myself again? I think I must be a
masochist. Do I really need to get hurt again? Does Logan? I know, I have wanted this for too
long. Now I have it and I don't know. Granted, the sex we've had has been completely amazing
and Logan is remaining the perfect gentleman. Being kind and understanding. Being Logan, the
Logan I fell for. He was the one who wanted to make this a public relationship and I
talked him out of it. Told him our friends would only complicate things and we should develop
an excellent foundation first. What foundation? We have become friends that screw each other.
And now he wants more. Oh Goddess, I can not truthfully say I don't feel the same. But the last
time I gave my heart to a man he stepped on it as he walked out the door. I know that man is not
Logan, and my heart and body cry yes, but my mind still shouts a distinct no," doubts buzzed and
reeled through her mind in a never ending cycle. Fear had begun to devour her strength and her
heart.
Betsy was jolted back and forth as her corset top was yanked even tighter. Her waist was
getting smaller and smaller and her breasts were getting perkier and perkier. Dark thoughts spun
throughout her mind slipping her further and further into the depression she had already been
nurturing.
"What if I lose my figure and my youth all too soon? What if my breasts sag past my
flabby stomach to my hip bones, if you'll still see them past he fat for that matter! And Lord
knows my violet hair may go grey! He'd leave me to go and screw some child with perky boobs
and a tight ass! That's what would happen! I'd lose him! God, maybe I need to consider plastic
surgery at age thirty. I mean I DO have the money to do it! I can not believe that he's only in this
relationship to FUCK me! At least it's seeming that way.....he has his way with me and then goes
and buys me diamonds! I am becoming his prostitute!" She ran her palm down her very small flat
torso and gazed sideways into the mirror as if to look into the all too near future and envision
what she'd look like. She let out a small breath of air and returned to a mannequin-like stillness.
Next to her stood a fidgety Rogue who was being constantly scolded by her seamstress
for moving too much.
"God, the back of this dress shows way too much skin. How are Remy and I gonna dance
for Christ's sake? And Jesus it is cut too low! Any lower and I'd be naked on top! This dress
gives that swamp rat way too many chances to crack jokes, and Jesus Christ, do I hate it when he
does that! He gets that stupid smirk on his face and most of the time he isn't downright rude, just
subtle and I kinda appreciate that he says SOMETHIN'. So much that sometimes I want to kiss
him square on that full bottom lip of his. I've only felt his chest through clothes but Lord, it has
gotta be a nice sculpted thing to touch and be surrounded by. I mean, I know it's fun to look at."
She inhaled a deep breath and let it all out in an exasperated sigh. "I love him. I love him so
much. Could the goddam situation suck any more!" Her tailor gave her one last menacing
look before continuing on the hem.
Meanwhile back at the mansion, the 'older' guys took on the younger guys in a game of
basketball. Remy, Warren and Bobby Drake extended a challenge to Scott, Logan and Beast, who
were apparently now the old guys at the mansion. The game was going well until the boys began
throwing out relationship (SEX) oriented questions and the playful atmosphere and good
natured-ness
evaporated.
"So, my dear Mr. Summers, do you have any wedding night jitters?" asked Hank while he
hung from the steel rod on the hoop.
"Nah, Hank. It's just the same thing we've done plenty of times, only this time it's gonna
be better," Scott shot and scored a three pointer. He didn't notice Logan's eyes burning a hole
into his back.
Warren caught the ball and began to dribble and claimed, "Hey I am just as happy as
Scotty boy here. My girlfriend is gorgeous, she understands me and she is absolutely amazing in
bed. No guy could ask for more! Plus, she knows that I need to work. It's important to me, and
she gets that. I make sure to return the favor though. I treat her like I fuckin' princess," he shot
the ball and after Hank caught the rebound he added, "Bought her a diamond necklace from
Tiffany's just last week. It matches the earrings and bracelet I got her earlier."
"How about you Logan? Has any member of the female species touched you lately?"
Hank directed his attentions to Logan and asked with a smile on his face.
"Ask me again, Doc, when you're gettin' some action yourself," Logan growled.
Hank cleared his throat and hopped down from his perch as if to pretend he didn't hear
that.
" 'S okay Hank. You'll be gettin' more action soon enough. At least more than our
resident cajun will be gettin' any time soon," Bobby said sniggering.
"What's that s'posed ta mean, mon ami?" Remy asked stealing the ball away from his icy
friend.
"Just that as long as your involved with a chick who can't touch ya, ya won't be gettin'
any."
"Thanks, mon ami," he hissed his icy stare beginning to heat up with the glow starting to shine
in his irises.
"I mean, unless she's givin' you gloved hand jobs," Bobby said erupting into laughter.
Everyone else noticed the look on Remy's face and knew Bobby had crossed a line while
addressing this rather touchy subject.
Hank managed to grab Bobby by the shirt collar and yank him out of the path of the
glowing basketball Remy had chucked at his head. The cajun simply grunted "Game over,"
before he picked up his stuff and left for the house.
Remy wandered into his room and collapsed on the bed. After two minutes he stopped
staring at the ceiling and rolled off the mattress, heading for the tub. He turned on the shower and
regulated the water to an icy temperature. He got in and rested his forehead and palms against the
wall letting the frigid water trickle down his back. He was falling deeper and deeper in love with
a woman that could only offer him a practically impossible relationship. He could never touch
her in the many ways he wanted. When she cried he couldn't clean the smudged mascara off her
face without wearing gloves. There he was, Remy LeBeau, master thief with a specialty in
stealing women's hearts, and he had been robbed of his own by a woman who had backed him
into a corner. Maybe what she had to offer wasn't enough anymore. He needed a woman to kiss
and touch and sleep with. The only thing he ever wanted was sitting right in front of him, but he
had to walk away. He would only love her more and more as the days passed by if he stayed with
her and as his feelings grew it would be harder and harder to get away. It had finally dawned on
Remy, their relationship had gotten too hard.
Chapter 7: The Beauties and The Beasts
Summary: This chapter is a one by one inside look at what each and every character REALLY
thinks about the relationship they are in at the moment and what the future may hold. Basically it
is an honest update.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel! I am not doing this to
make any money so please don't hurt me!
The bridesmaids met at the dress shop, and all of them were very prompt this time. All the
girls dresses were a pale shade of purple seeing as lavender was Jean's wedding color. All of the
skirts fell freely to the floor and hung in the same manner but all of the bodices were made to fit
the individual. Rebecca's was simply cut to bare both shoulders in a manner that Jean would
approve of, Betsy's was a strapless corset complete with boning, Ororo's was cut just off one
shoulder and Rogue's was a halter dress with a very low dipping back. She of course would be
wearing matching elbow length gloves to accommodate for the amount of skin already showing.
All of the girls stood on platforms while the seamstresses that tailored their gowns worked
around them. Jean was so wrapped up in the beauty that had began to unfold around her day she
didn't even realize that each of her bridesmaids' minds were wandering elsewhere. Jean's tailor
took her into a separate room to work on her wedding gown. It was a Vera Wang silvery white
satin ball gown. The strapless, sleeveless top had a simple fold at the top so an extra layer of
fabric rested across a small section of her chest. Under the bell shaped skirt there was sixteen or
so layers of tulle.
Jean couldn't stop the thoughts from racing through her mind, "I am getting married! And
he loves me and I love him. And it is going to be perfect!! A simple and small wedding in a rose
garden! I wonder what we'll name our first child? Wait, wait, wait! That's getting ahead of
myself........" all she could do was giggle hysterically. Her seamstress looked up from the hem of
her skirt and just rolled her eyes before she continued pinning and marking.
Meanwhile, in the other room Jean's bridesmaid were anything but giddy. Distraught
would be a much better description.
Ororo stared blankly into the mirror as her neckline was altered for the last time to make a
smooth cut across her mocha colored skin.
"I can not believe we slept together. I can not believe that we have started something
romantic and actually rather daring. Why am I doing this to myself again? I think I must be a
masochist. Do I really need to get hurt again? Does Logan? I know, I have wanted this for too
long. Now I have it and I don't know. Granted, the sex we've had has been completely amazing
and Logan is remaining the perfect gentleman. Being kind and understanding. Being Logan, the
Logan I fell for. He was the one who wanted to make this a public relationship and I
talked him out of it. Told him our friends would only complicate things and we should develop
an excellent foundation first. What foundation? We have become friends that screw each other.
And now he wants more. Oh Goddess, I can not truthfully say I don't feel the same. But the last
time I gave my heart to a man he stepped on it as he walked out the door. I know that man is not
Logan, and my heart and body cry yes, but my mind still shouts a distinct no," doubts buzzed and
reeled through her mind in a never ending cycle. Fear had begun to devour her strength and her
heart.
Betsy was jolted back and forth as her corset top was yanked even tighter. Her waist was
getting smaller and smaller and her breasts were getting perkier and perkier. Dark thoughts spun
throughout her mind slipping her further and further into the depression she had already been
nurturing.
"What if I lose my figure and my youth all too soon? What if my breasts sag past my
flabby stomach to my hip bones, if you'll still see them past he fat for that matter! And Lord
knows my violet hair may go grey! He'd leave me to go and screw some child with perky boobs
and a tight ass! That's what would happen! I'd lose him! God, maybe I need to consider plastic
surgery at age thirty. I mean I DO have the money to do it! I can not believe that he's only in this
relationship to FUCK me! At least it's seeming that way.....he has his way with me and then goes
and buys me diamonds! I am becoming his prostitute!" She ran her palm down her very small flat
torso and gazed sideways into the mirror as if to look into the all too near future and envision
what she'd look like. She let out a small breath of air and returned to a mannequin-like stillness.
Next to her stood a fidgety Rogue who was being constantly scolded by her seamstress
for moving too much.
"God, the back of this dress shows way too much skin. How are Remy and I gonna dance
for Christ's sake? And Jesus it is cut too low! Any lower and I'd be naked on top! This dress
gives that swamp rat way too many chances to crack jokes, and Jesus Christ, do I hate it when he
does that! He gets that stupid smirk on his face and most of the time he isn't downright rude, just
subtle and I kinda appreciate that he says SOMETHIN'. So much that sometimes I want to kiss
him square on that full bottom lip of his. I've only felt his chest through clothes but Lord, it has
gotta be a nice sculpted thing to touch and be surrounded by. I mean, I know it's fun to look at."
She inhaled a deep breath and let it all out in an exasperated sigh. "I love him. I love him so
much. Could the goddam situation suck any more!" Her tailor gave her one last menacing
look before continuing on the hem.
Meanwhile back at the mansion, the 'older' guys took on the younger guys in a game of
basketball. Remy, Warren and Bobby Drake extended a challenge to Scott, Logan and Beast, who
were apparently now the old guys at the mansion. The game was going well until the boys began
throwing out relationship (SEX) oriented questions and the playful atmosphere and good
natured-ness
evaporated.
"So, my dear Mr. Summers, do you have any wedding night jitters?" asked Hank while he
hung from the steel rod on the hoop.
"Nah, Hank. It's just the same thing we've done plenty of times, only this time it's gonna
be better," Scott shot and scored a three pointer. He didn't notice Logan's eyes burning a hole
into his back.
Warren caught the ball and began to dribble and claimed, "Hey I am just as happy as
Scotty boy here. My girlfriend is gorgeous, she understands me and she is absolutely amazing in
bed. No guy could ask for more! Plus, she knows that I need to work. It's important to me, and
she gets that. I make sure to return the favor though. I treat her like I fuckin' princess," he shot
the ball and after Hank caught the rebound he added, "Bought her a diamond necklace from
Tiffany's just last week. It matches the earrings and bracelet I got her earlier."
"How about you Logan? Has any member of the female species touched you lately?"
Hank directed his attentions to Logan and asked with a smile on his face.
"Ask me again, Doc, when you're gettin' some action yourself," Logan growled.
Hank cleared his throat and hopped down from his perch as if to pretend he didn't hear
that.
" 'S okay Hank. You'll be gettin' more action soon enough. At least more than our
resident cajun will be gettin' any time soon," Bobby said sniggering.
"What's that s'posed ta mean, mon ami?" Remy asked stealing the ball away from his icy
friend.
"Just that as long as your involved with a chick who can't touch ya, ya won't be gettin'
any."
"Thanks, mon ami," he hissed his icy stare beginning to heat up with the glow starting to shine
in his irises.
"I mean, unless she's givin' you gloved hand jobs," Bobby said erupting into laughter.
Everyone else noticed the look on Remy's face and knew Bobby had crossed a line while
addressing this rather touchy subject.
Hank managed to grab Bobby by the shirt collar and yank him out of the path of the
glowing basketball Remy had chucked at his head. The cajun simply grunted "Game over,"
before he picked up his stuff and left for the house.
Remy wandered into his room and collapsed on the bed. After two minutes he stopped
staring at the ceiling and rolled off the mattress, heading for the tub. He turned on the shower and
regulated the water to an icy temperature. He got in and rested his forehead and palms against the
wall letting the frigid water trickle down his back. He was falling deeper and deeper in love with
a woman that could only offer him a practically impossible relationship. He could never touch
her in the many ways he wanted. When she cried he couldn't clean the smudged mascara off her
face without wearing gloves. There he was, Remy LeBeau, master thief with a specialty in
stealing women's hearts, and he had been robbed of his own by a woman who had backed him
into a corner. Maybe what she had to offer wasn't enough anymore. He needed a woman to kiss
and touch and sleep with. The only thing he ever wanted was sitting right in front of him, but he
had to walk away. He would only love her more and more as the days passed by if he stayed with
her and as his feelings grew it would be harder and harder to get away. It had finally dawned on
Remy, their relationship had gotten too hard.