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Jade - Good to hear from you. Your requests 1-Should happen, 2-There's a thought, 3-Unfortunately at school. However, she is starting to demand a fic in which she takes a more active role. Probably will be the next one I start. She's getting really insistant.
MagnusXXN - Good ideas. I don't think I'm really going to have Hank discover anything really weird at this point. He was just doing an overall physical but maybe later. I have ideas for a sequel that I'll mention at the end of the story. See what people think.
Elizabeth Braddock-Grey - Glad you like it. Hope you like this one.
girlonthem00n - Welcome back. Glad you like my version of the Massacre.
chrmedbythecajun - Thank you, I'll try.
Ethix - Glad to hear from you again. I'm glad I've hooked you onto this couple.
eeyore - No, no hints but interesting idea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another short chapter, I know, but I liked the ending too much to add to it. However, this is not the end of the story, more coming soon.
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Chapter 24
Remy still seemed in shock as Betsy led him into her room once again. He had a faraway look in his eyes and did not resist as she pushed him to sit on the bed. Locking the door once again, she sat down beside him. Holding his hand and stroking the long nimble fingers, she waited for him to work through what he had just discovered. His mind and emotions were in such turmoil that even with their link she could not guess at what was going on inside of him.
Finally, he turned his head slightly, looking down into her concerned eyes. "It wasn' m'fault?"
She nodded, stroking the bangs back from his face, fighting the tears at the disbelief and insecurity in his soft voice.
"Never believed it wasn' m'fault. Never t'ought dat. Never t'ought 'e did somethin' to make me obey. Jus' t'ought Remy was young 'nd stupid." His voice was still overly soft and he reached up to lay his hand hesitantly on her cheek, still staring at her. "Why? Why did you t'ink different? Why'd you believe in Remy when 'e don' believe in 'imself?"
"I..." Betsy could not think of what to say. All she knew was that the more she got to know him the less she believed he could ever willingly be a party to Massacre. He cared too much about others. It showed in the small things. The way he was overly aware when he made others uncomfortable, the way he tried to protect her from his powers and even her own choices, the way he took the abuse the others had heaped on him, letting them feel better at his own expense. He cared more than he would ever show but how could she tell him that, put her concern, affection, and growing admiration into words. She couldn't. So, instead, she focussed on sending him her emotions, her thoughts, over their link as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth.
He quickly responded, parting his lips and allowing her entrance into his mouth where their tongues played and stroked. Their hands quickly followed their mouths' example, softly touching and caressing. Clothes were removed and shed without concious thought as their entire attention was focussed on the melding of their mouths. When they finally broke apart, they were lying together on the bed, no barriers between them. Remy immediately began to kiss his way down Betsy's body, stopping to suckle lovingly at her breasts as his hands stroked the insides of her thighs, making her moan with pleasure.
He rolled her onto her back, licking and nipping at her neck, pressing her into the mattess just the way he knew she liked it, his fingers stroking her lower lips, dipping inside the wet heat briefly before returning to teasing explorations. His attentions were driving her quickly to ecstasy as they always did and she arched against him, making him purr as his pleasure at her response slid over her mind. Tugging on his hair, she caused him to look up and pulled him in for another deep kiss during which she rolled them over until she was straddling his thighs. Her hands slid slowly down his chest and stomach before wrapping around his arousal. Luring his tongue into her own mouth, she sucked and stroked, her mouth working in the same rythem as her hands moving over his hard erection.
He moaned into the kiss, lifting his head to deepen it as his hands gripped her thighs. She continued to stroke and tease until he was arching into her every caress, slight whimpers at the back of his throat and she could feel his need and desire running throught the link, almost overpowering in their intensity and making her shake with her own need. However, she was not done yet, she wanted to taste him, was determined to. With a force of will, she broke the kiss, tearing her mouth from his with a whimper of her own at the lost contact, she worked her way down his chest, nipping and licking. His hands tangled in her hair, stroking and massaging her scalp as he writhed in pleasure under her exploring fingers. Her tongue flicked over a pearled nipple wrenching a moan from him and she did it again, feeling the pleasure in him spike and quickly filing away the information. The realization that she could use the link to find his most sensitive spots as he had found hers entranced her. She slowed her explorations even further, touching and tasting every inch of his skin, learning his body's secrets until he was moaning incoherently.
*Betsy. Please. Mon coeur. So good.*
His mental pleas made her gasp and reignited her own desire as she quickly moved to straddle her hips, lowering herself over him. His hands gripped her hips as his hiss of ecstasy blended with her moan of pleasure. This is what they both wanted, needed and she reached for him as he leaned up, their mouths meeting once again even as her hips began to move over him in an almost frantic rythem. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him prisoner as she kissed him hard. His hands roamed her body, cupping and massaging her aching breasts making her arch back with a cry of ecstasy, her body tightening around hers. He fell back against the bed, bucking his hips upwards, striving to join with her as deeply as possible. Their pleasure joined, flowing between them as Betsy moved over him faster, harder, and he rose to meet her, holding her steady as her back arched in ecstasy, her body tight and hot, shivering and clenching, bringing his own release with a cry that was her name.
Betsy collapsed onto his chest, still joined, unwilling, and unable, to move further. His hands still rested on her hips as he also was too exhausted to move. Anyone seeing them, eyes closed, wrapped together in boneless relaxation, would have thought them asleep but, althought their bodies were too tired to move, their mind continued to caress each other, exchanging feelings of pleasure, happiness, contentment. Their names and thoughts were soft touches, dream like, not cohesive. The two of them drifted in a this state for an unknown amount of time until falling into actual slumber.
Jade - Good to hear from you. Your requests 1-Should happen, 2-There's a thought, 3-Unfortunately at school. However, she is starting to demand a fic in which she takes a more active role. Probably will be the next one I start. She's getting really insistant.
MagnusXXN - Good ideas. I don't think I'm really going to have Hank discover anything really weird at this point. He was just doing an overall physical but maybe later. I have ideas for a sequel that I'll mention at the end of the story. See what people think.
Elizabeth Braddock-Grey - Glad you like it. Hope you like this one.
girlonthem00n - Welcome back. Glad you like my version of the Massacre.
chrmedbythecajun - Thank you, I'll try.
Ethix - Glad to hear from you again. I'm glad I've hooked you onto this couple.
eeyore - No, no hints but interesting idea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another short chapter, I know, but I liked the ending too much to add to it. However, this is not the end of the story, more coming soon.
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Chapter 24
Remy still seemed in shock as Betsy led him into her room once again. He had a faraway look in his eyes and did not resist as she pushed him to sit on the bed. Locking the door once again, she sat down beside him. Holding his hand and stroking the long nimble fingers, she waited for him to work through what he had just discovered. His mind and emotions were in such turmoil that even with their link she could not guess at what was going on inside of him.
Finally, he turned his head slightly, looking down into her concerned eyes. "It wasn' m'fault?"
She nodded, stroking the bangs back from his face, fighting the tears at the disbelief and insecurity in his soft voice.
"Never believed it wasn' m'fault. Never t'ought dat. Never t'ought 'e did somethin' to make me obey. Jus' t'ought Remy was young 'nd stupid." His voice was still overly soft and he reached up to lay his hand hesitantly on her cheek, still staring at her. "Why? Why did you t'ink different? Why'd you believe in Remy when 'e don' believe in 'imself?"
"I..." Betsy could not think of what to say. All she knew was that the more she got to know him the less she believed he could ever willingly be a party to Massacre. He cared too much about others. It showed in the small things. The way he was overly aware when he made others uncomfortable, the way he tried to protect her from his powers and even her own choices, the way he took the abuse the others had heaped on him, letting them feel better at his own expense. He cared more than he would ever show but how could she tell him that, put her concern, affection, and growing admiration into words. She couldn't. So, instead, she focussed on sending him her emotions, her thoughts, over their link as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth.
He quickly responded, parting his lips and allowing her entrance into his mouth where their tongues played and stroked. Their hands quickly followed their mouths' example, softly touching and caressing. Clothes were removed and shed without concious thought as their entire attention was focussed on the melding of their mouths. When they finally broke apart, they were lying together on the bed, no barriers between them. Remy immediately began to kiss his way down Betsy's body, stopping to suckle lovingly at her breasts as his hands stroked the insides of her thighs, making her moan with pleasure.
He rolled her onto her back, licking and nipping at her neck, pressing her into the mattess just the way he knew she liked it, his fingers stroking her lower lips, dipping inside the wet heat briefly before returning to teasing explorations. His attentions were driving her quickly to ecstasy as they always did and she arched against him, making him purr as his pleasure at her response slid over her mind. Tugging on his hair, she caused him to look up and pulled him in for another deep kiss during which she rolled them over until she was straddling his thighs. Her hands slid slowly down his chest and stomach before wrapping around his arousal. Luring his tongue into her own mouth, she sucked and stroked, her mouth working in the same rythem as her hands moving over his hard erection.
He moaned into the kiss, lifting his head to deepen it as his hands gripped her thighs. She continued to stroke and tease until he was arching into her every caress, slight whimpers at the back of his throat and she could feel his need and desire running throught the link, almost overpowering in their intensity and making her shake with her own need. However, she was not done yet, she wanted to taste him, was determined to. With a force of will, she broke the kiss, tearing her mouth from his with a whimper of her own at the lost contact, she worked her way down his chest, nipping and licking. His hands tangled in her hair, stroking and massaging her scalp as he writhed in pleasure under her exploring fingers. Her tongue flicked over a pearled nipple wrenching a moan from him and she did it again, feeling the pleasure in him spike and quickly filing away the information. The realization that she could use the link to find his most sensitive spots as he had found hers entranced her. She slowed her explorations even further, touching and tasting every inch of his skin, learning his body's secrets until he was moaning incoherently.
*Betsy. Please. Mon coeur. So good.*
His mental pleas made her gasp and reignited her own desire as she quickly moved to straddle her hips, lowering herself over him. His hands gripped her hips as his hiss of ecstasy blended with her moan of pleasure. This is what they both wanted, needed and she reached for him as he leaned up, their mouths meeting once again even as her hips began to move over him in an almost frantic rythem. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him prisoner as she kissed him hard. His hands roamed her body, cupping and massaging her aching breasts making her arch back with a cry of ecstasy, her body tightening around hers. He fell back against the bed, bucking his hips upwards, striving to join with her as deeply as possible. Their pleasure joined, flowing between them as Betsy moved over him faster, harder, and he rose to meet her, holding her steady as her back arched in ecstasy, her body tight and hot, shivering and clenching, bringing his own release with a cry that was her name.
Betsy collapsed onto his chest, still joined, unwilling, and unable, to move further. His hands still rested on her hips as he also was too exhausted to move. Anyone seeing them, eyes closed, wrapped together in boneless relaxation, would have thought them asleep but, althought their bodies were too tired to move, their mind continued to caress each other, exchanging feelings of pleasure, happiness, contentment. Their names and thoughts were soft touches, dream like, not cohesive. The two of them drifted in a this state for an unknown amount of time until falling into actual slumber.