Note : The celebration of a marriage is a beautiful thing to witness, but not an easy thing to write. So I jumped to the most important part: after the celebration. And don't worry, I never had the intention of ending this into disaster, even if the thought crossed my mind a few times. It could have been easy, but it just seemed a too cruel thing to do to them, they've been through so much already… Now the way this chapter is written may look weird, but I focused on the feelings of our two favorites, instead of just describing what was happening. And as for the end of this chapter… well, you really thought Sinister would let go so easily? The characters aren't mine (as if I haven't said it enough already), they belong to Warner Brothers. Duh.
Enjoy.
Chapter 21
Drunk
As he cupped her face and bent to kiss her mouth, he searched for the word that could describe what he was feeling right now. Stunned? Happy? Yes, of course, but he was looking for something else. There was nothing but blur around him and the woman he held in his arms. If he ever let her go, he would stumble and fall to the ground, he knew it. He barely heard the whoops and the whistles of the people around him; they were only two persons in his universe right now. His head was spinning with a mix of stress and unlimited joy, and he felt drunk.
That was the word. Completely drunk. With love. With Rogue. With happiness. It couldn't get better.
Rogue. Jade. Emerald eyes. He could never have enough of it.
She broke free of the kiss and drew a deep breath, and he noticed they had been kissing quite a while, and the whistles were getting louder. He was out of breath himself, but felt the break of the kiss like a withdrawal, and he wanted more.
Drunk indeed. He was quikly becoming roguaholic, and he didn't want any desintoxication from that kind of dependance. His eyes met Rogue's and he could see she felt the same. The green eyes were covered by a light mist of desire, and he knew she wanted more. It wasn't in the conventions… but to hell with the conventions! This was his marriage, and he did what he want, no? He grinned at her, and took her mouth again, holding his wife against his body.
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I was terribly aware of Remy's body near mine during supper. The champagne was feeding a warm fire in the pit of my stomach, and the images were blurring whenever I blinked too hard. I felt like living in a bubble, looking at people that were living in a parallel world.
Then the lights dimmed, and the music began. Remy took me by the hand and led me to the dancing floor. He put his arm around my waist and I layed my cheek on his chest. I closed my eyes, letting the music carry my soul, and Remy lead the dance. He had bent his head and his mouth was gently touching the top of my head, his breath tingling in my ear. I placed both of my hands on his chest and he tightened his hold on my body, bending down a bit more to put light kisses on my forehead and temple. A long shiver came up my spine and I sighted. I felt drunk. I probably was, but there was something else. As I held on tight to Remy's jacket, I felt like I was holding on my life. If one of us would let go, the other one would fall. We weren't two anymore. We were one, each other's half, linked forever with more than the bonds of marriage.
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He sat down on a chair, panting, as the quick rhythm faded to another. He had unbuttoned his shirt a few inches, and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow. He stared at the dancers a while, then turned his head to look at me, as if drawn by my glaze upon him. Our eyes met, and what Henri was telling me faded to a light burr while I lost myself in the red stare Remy was giving me from the other side of the room. The burning embers winked and nodded at something at my side, and I woke out of my reverie to look up at Henri's face, grinning.
"Ye're not a very good listener when it comes t'my brother, chère! I think I'll just to someone who listens, eh?" He smiled again, and turned to speak to a more talkative person to his left. I blushed, and walked towards the object of my attention. He was talking to somebody, a tall red-haired man with a red beard and a charming smile under smart blue eyes. Émile, I remembered. "Bonjour, Rogue" the man said. He kissed the back of my hand in greeting, and turned back to Remy with a wink. It seemed everybody was winking at us since the beginning of the afternoon. "Je vous laisse, je te parlerai plus tard, mon frère*." After a brief smile he left us, and I turned back to Remy to meet a burning look. He stepped forward, smiling, and raised his arm, gently touching my cheek. I closed my eyes as a deep shiver ran down my spine, and felt him bent to whisper in my ear : " S'not dat I don't love m'family, but I can't wait fo'them to leave." I opened my eyes, I was feeling quite the same. I stared at the fire in his eyes.
"We haven't even cut the cake yet, they won't let us run away from them."
"Then I'll wait. But I can't guarantee… You're the air I breathe, Rogue, I feel like I'm gonna choke each time your body's awa'from mine." He move closer in illustration, and I put my arms around his waist, looking up. The smile slowly left my face as I looked at him. My heart squeezed as I felt my eyes water.
"Ah love yah so much it hurts, Remy. Ah've never though my heart could break like that each time Ah look at a man." His eyes softened, and he sighted. His arms squeezed a little more, and he rested his chin on the top of my head. Even with my high heels sandals, he still was almost a head above mine. We stayed that way a while, his heart softly beating against my ear. I was happy, that was all there was to know.
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He was lying on the floor, it was cold and it hurt his back. Everything was dark, he couldn't see a thing. His space awareness wasn't working, but he could tell he was not alone. He tried to get up, but couldn't move. He panicked, trying frantically to move, but every limb of his body was limp, as if he were unconscious. That would explain why he wasn't able to see anything, but he kept wondering what he was doing there. Then a small light appeared, and a shadow came across it. He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out who it was, as fear slowly crept along his spine, settling in his heart. Then he saw the red eyes glowing, and a white hand reaching down. He screamed.
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He sat up in bed, panting, skin gleaming with sweat. The black and white Thing raised its head with sleepy eyes and looked at him with an accusing look, as if it was a crime to wake him up in the middle of the night. Remy gasped for breath, looking everywhere, trying to separate the dream from reality. He raised his hands and put his face into it, moaning lightly as a growing headache blasted through his brain. He cast a look at Rogue, sleeping soundly beside him, her face turned towards him, lips opened as her deep breath raised her chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A purring sound came from beneath his head and he looked down at the giant cat Thing was beginning to grow into, raising questionning eyes to him, sitting between his legs. "Incredible how these things know when you're not feeling okay" he thought, and he took the cat in his arms. He layed back in the bed, the cat slumbering on his chest, head between its white paws, but he knew he clearly wasn't going back to sleep. He would have to go see the Professor, he knew it. It wasn't the same as the dreams they had before the travel in the past, he thought. This one was different.
This one was only meant for him.
To be continued…
* I'll leave you two alone, I'll talk to you later, brother."
