Note : The ones you know are Marvel's. The others are mine. I'm having fun, are you? Again some S.E.X. in this one (I hope you don't mind that), and a Remy who's really good getting into deep trouble. Thanks for the reviews, it's great to know you like it!
Enjoy.
Chapter 7
Wrong Beginning
I layed him down on his back and used my sleeve to wipe out the mud from his face. He didn't seem badly damaged, but looked like he had been knocked down quite bad. I heard a cracking sound behind me and turned on my heels.
"Oh well, what do we have here!" said the man behind me with a strong English accent. "If I had know he was in so good company, I would have killed him instead of knocking him out." Clearly an English officer, he was dressed in the red Dragon's coat. He wore riding black boots and had a silly looking wig on his head.
"Why did yah have to do that, yah… yah English rat!" No other name had come to my mind, but he seemed more surprised by my accent than by what I'd said.
"Beggin is illigal, missus, unless you have special medals to proove you have gained the Crown's pity." He frowned and pointed his gloved finger towards Remy's inert body. "He didn't seem to have them."
"What makes yah think he's a beggar, yah idiot?" I was getting nervous. Remy wasn't waking up, and the man was armed. With my powers off, I was helpless against him. "We're travellers, and we've got lost in tha woods." Well, at least that was true. He didn't seem to believe it, though.
"Mmm mmm, yes, I'm sure… Where would be your carriage, my dear?" He took a step in my direction with a bad smile on his face. And I grew up to think policemen were supposed to protect! "I haven't seen any horses anywhere."
"Gone… Ah mean… We don't have a carriage, we travel by foot." He took another step as I felt a tree behind me, blocking any escape. Great.
"By foot! My Lord, you won't be getting very far in these shoes, dear. Your feet must hurt terribly." They did. But I wasn't going to give him reason.
"No, in fact, Ah'm really comfortable, Ah thank yah. Now, Ah'm just going to wake up mah friend here…."
"Nobody's going anywhere, my dear." He put a hand on my arm to prevent me from going to Remy, took both my elbows and pushed me against the tree. His face was a glipse too much near mine, and I smelled chewed tobacco and old rhum smells running up my nose. Bad mix, I thought. "Where is it you are going?"
I hesitated a split second. He read in my open face and smiled. He squashed me hard against the tree and kissed me hard enough to hurt my lips. I didn't have the time to wriggle free before I heard a loud thump and the man went limp. He fell to the ground, unconscious, to reveal a very mad Remy behind him, the rock he used to club the officer dropping from his hands.
"Are ye all right, chérie?" he asked, flush fading from his face. "Mon Dieu, I've hit him harder dan I wanted." I got on my knees to check the man's pulse. None.
"Ah'm all right, sugah. But yah sure know how to get yahself in trouble, honey. Yah killed the man." He sincerely looked surprised, but not sad a bit. He got on his knees to check himself. Seeing I was saying the truth, he shrugged and got on his feet.
"Oh well, wasn't my intention… I think we better get away from here, before other officers come and see us here, chérie. I don't want to be on a trial for treason." He had an sorry look in his eyes. "Again.*" I opened my mouth to reply, but had nothing to say. He soon dismissed the matter by waving his hand, and helped me up.
"Remy… Why did you say that?"
"I… I don't know. Being so close t'killing Sinister, I guess." His fists balled at his sides and he had an angry look. "I did almost ruined m'life, working for dat man." I put a hand on his cheek.
"Remy…"
"I know. Let's go."
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We did not reach a single village until the next evening. I had taken my shoes off before long, but walking barefoot on rocky roads had not improved my situation. Remy wasn't feeling any better; he carried a bad headache since the mad officer hit him, and it did not improve his temper a bit. He barely talked to me and walked fast. We had stopped to spend the first night in the woods under a small shelter made of pine branches and fallen leaves, and he had waken me up at dawn for us to continue. When I saw the houses and light at their windows, I was more than relieved. Maybe we could even sleep in a bed, if there was an inn for us to stay in.
There was. Remy knocked on the door and pulled the hood on his head to hide his eyes. I smiled to the innkeeper when he opened the door.
"Excuse us, sahr, we thought yah might have a free room for me and mah brother to stay, for tanight." I said. The man looked dubiously at Remy, but I gave him my best smile. "We won't be staying long, yah see. We must be going tamorrow mornin".
"Okay, come in. I'll get my wife to prepare a room for you. Just sit and have a drink, okay?" He let us in and pointed a table in the corner. "I'll be right back."
I walked towards the table, Remy following me. He sat in the corner so he could see the door and the whole room. I sat face to him so I could see him. I barely saw a red glitter as he looked at me when I sat, but it soon disapeared as he lowered his head at the glass of beer in front of him.
"Yah can relax, sugah" I said. "Ah don't think anything'll happen here." He snorted.
"You're saying dat because you don't see deir faces, chérie " he answered. I repressed the urge of looking behind me. "Dey're all looking at me like I'm an alien come on Earth to kill dem all." I didn't laugh at the joke.
"Forget about'em, sugah. Our room will be ready soon and we'll be sleeping in a bed, tonight" I saw a brief flash of white teeth as he smiled.
"I don't think so, ma belle. Unless you want to sleep with de bedbugs. I'll sleep on de carpet, myself." I stared at him, wondering if he was joking. Bedbugs? I saw the innkeeper coming towards us and I raise to my feet, trying to forget the stares of the men silently sipping on their beers, watching us as we climbed the stairs to the second floor.
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The room was small. It smelled awful. I cast a dubious look at the chamber pot, and went to the bed to check the sheets and occasional six-legged visitors that might live in there. It seemed ok, but after staring at the old mattress, I took off the sheets and brought them near the fire place, were Remy was lighting a fire. He saw me with the sheets and grinned.
"Don't wanna let de bedbugs bite'ye?"
"Ah don't wanna take a chance… Besides, it can't be worse than sleeping in the heather with the wolves." He laughed.
"Sure it could be worse. We could sleep in de bed." He helped me placing the sheets and took off his cloak, throwing it on a chair. He did the same with his shoes, and slid between the sheets, fully clothed.
"Ya're gonna sleep dressed like that?" I had began to undress, but stop, seeing he wasn't.
"No… I want to be ready, in case… In case we have to leave quickly." He still was worried.
"Sugah, yah're scared to death, and Ah can't understand why." I dropped to my knees and put a hand to his cheek. He raised his hand to put it over mine and turned his head to kiss my palm. He didn't deny he was scared, and that worried me more than anything else.
"We're in de 18th century, Rogue… Do you know what de Inquisition is? It is still in function, even in England."
"The Inquisition? The heresy fighters, from Rome?" I didn't know what he meant, but it seemed serious.
"Yes… But dey are also witch hunters…If anybody out dere meets my eyes, I'm toasted." He smiled, barely. "In every sense dat word can take. Dey'll think I'm de Diable himself, and will burn me on a stake. It is not something I wish to happen, see?"
I saw, indeed. I took a long intake of breath.
"Well, nobody saw yah, didn't they? And tha door's bolted, so they can't come in. So you'll sleep, and tomorrow you'll come Essex-hunting with me. That's okay with yah?" I sat horse-like on his chest so he wouldn't move. He finally smiled and put his hands on my thighs. "Let's have a good night sleep."
"Oh, non, I'm not tired at all." His hands went up to cup my face and he drew me down to kiss my mouth. I tasted beer and it went through my blood as if I was drunk with the kiss. I almost really was, and my body went limp. Not letting go of my lips, he took me in his arms and flipped me onto my back so he would be on top of me. He quickly untied the laces on the front of my dress and revealed my breasts, ivory in the fire's light. His mouth went to them as he battled with my three petticoats, unable to get a grip on the laces. I giggled when he swore. "Merde! Saloperie de putain de bordel! How DO you take off dese things!" He was smiling by then, but I could see he was really annoyed. I laughed and rose to take them off myself. The petticoats and the dress finaly fell off to the floor and I stood naked in front of him. He had stopped smiling and was looking at me from head to toes. I shivered, despite the heat of the fire, and felt gooseflesh rise all over my body. I hated it when he had his poker face on.
"Well, say something… Why are yah looking at me like that? It's not like yah haven't seen me that way before." He blinked twice before answering, and his face changed, switching to tenderness.
"Rogue… You are de most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'll never grow tired of seeing you dat way, believe me." He took my hands and drove me down to lay on my back again. I unbutonned his shirt and gently kissed his chest, feeling the hard muscles relaxing under my touch. I moved my mouth to kiss his collar bone, slowly moving my lips up his neck, feeling the big artery beating madly under my lips. He groaned lightly and bit my earlobe when my breath came into his ears, and his head went down to my breasts. I felt his hand sliding between my thighs and moaned when he touched me intimately. His mouth came to mine and he slowly entered me, enclosing me in his arms, as I put my own around his neck and my legs around his. My heart filled with tenderness when he moaned and shivered in my arms, and I ran my hand through his hair and gently kissed his forehead before sleep took us both.
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Remy waited for me at the door as I paid the innkeeper for the night. As I turned back, a man extended an arm and put it around my waist, driving me close. His mouth smelled like distilled alcool and he was missing quite a lot of teeth. I tried to drive away but he had an impressive grip for a drunken man.
"Hiya, young lassie, we're ye going away like that without givin'me a kiss!" He closed his eyes and pursed his lips, probably thinking I would jump at his neck and marry him in the second. I grimaced, totally disgusted, and pushed hard to get out of his grip on my waist. By the time I managed to push him away, Remy had travelled through the room and gracefully squashed his fist in the man's face, who fell to the floor at Remy's feet. I had time to put my hands on his arm to prevent further slaughter before every man sitting in the room was up, facing Remy with menacant eyes. His hood had fallen down his back, but he kept his eyes to the floor to hide them. The man he had hit, though, had a good point of vue on Remy's eyes and saw the red glitter. He suddently crept away, a terrified look in his eyes. He got back on his feet and walked backwards, eyes wide, until his back hit the wall. He screamed. "THE DEVIL! The Devil himself, from hell!". I squeezed Remy's arm, hard as steel under my arm, as the men gatered around us, staring into Remy's burning eyes.
To be continued…
* In reference to a certain trip to Antartica. Let's say this occurs…ammm…huh… mm… a year and a half after the Antartica episode.
