Author's note: Here's another chapter to keep all my fans happy ~_^
Merry X-mas and happy new year!
~1LilRoGuE/KaTe~
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James groaned.
His arms were beginning to ache under the strain of caring the sleeping Rachel for several hours, being careful not to do anything that might wake her from her dreams.
Finally he could take the pain no more.
"Uhh…Rach…darlin'…would y' mind wakin' up fer a lil bit? I gotta putcha down…"
Rachel stirred with a tiny smile.
"Not now, shugah," She said in a gushy tone.
James raised his eyebrows.
"Rach," He said, shaking her slightly.
"Stop it, Remy! Not in public…Ah declah…"
James frowned.
"Who's Remy?"
Rachel's eyes fluttered.
"Hmmm?" She asked as she stretched slightly.
"Who's Remy?"
Rachel looked puzzled.
"You tell me, shugah, ah have no ahdeah!"
James shrugged and set her down on a bench.
"Y' were talkin' in yer sleep," He said, sitting beside her.
Rachel looked offended.
"Was not!" She cried.
James grinned.
"Well, unless I kin read yer mind, y' were talkin' loud n clear."
He leaned back in his seat.
"Y' sure get heavy after a while!" He said, heaving a sigh.
Rachel scowled.
"Ah do not," She said sulkily as she crossed her arms.
James rolled his eyes.
"Uhuh. Tell that t' my arms, darlin'."
Rachel glared at him and stood up.
"Ah don't know whaih y' seem t' think that it's open season on insulting me! Ah mean, we did onlahy spend one naight togethah, so we'ah practically strangahs! Ah don't see yah making hurtful remahks t' th' othah strangahs that ahre walking baih!"
James raised his eyebrows and grinned.
"Hey! You there!" He shouted to an extremely overweight lady walking her dog in the park.
"Where's yer family? Oh right, you probably ate 'em!"
Rachel looked on, mortified, as the lady gasped and hurried her dog away.
"Jamessss!" She hissed, her heart standing still.
The said James grinned.
"Who said I'm done yet?" He asked her.
He proceeded to yell random insults at complete strangers in the park for the next half an hour, ignoring Rachel's fervent protests.
"Was yer sister a snail? Hurry it up!" He shouted at a jogger, not noticing the policeman headed their way.
"Excuse me, sir," The man said, resting his hand on his gun.
Rachel jerked her head as the Policeman spoke.
"James! Stop it!" She whispered, her face white.
The police officer raised his eyebrows.
"Sir!" He said louder.
James looked around.
"Well, I see someone here needs t' stop visitin' the doughnut shop," He said, eyeing the policeman's slightly obtrusive stomach.
The Policeman scowled.
"Hands over your head, you're under arrest for harassing a police officer!"
James grinned.
"Over my dead body, tubby," He said sarcastically, letting one claw slide through the flesh of his knuckles on his right hand.
The Police officer gasped and drew his gun.
"You're the killer from the hotel!" He shouted, aiming the weapon for James' heart.
"Put your hands over your head while I read you your rights!"
James shrugged.
"I don't wanna."
The cop turned around and aimed his gun at Rachel.
"Do as I say or I'll shoot your friend here!"
James swallowed noisily.
"Don't hurt her," He said, tentatively raising his hands into the air.
The cop smiled.
"That's right, you frigging muties. You're going to die anyways!"
He turned to Rachel and pulled the trigger.
She covered her eyes with her hands as there was a loud bang followed by a yell, then silence.
No pain.
"No!" Rachel shouted, peeping through her fingers.
To her shock, James was looking down at the beheaded police, his chest red with the blood from an already-closing bullet hole.
"What's happening t' yah?" She asked, pointing at the disappearing wound.
James glanced down at his chest just as the broken skin sealed completely.
"I dunno," he said, retracting his claws.
"Must be one o' em muties. C'mon, we just sliced a cop---we're in trouble if they find us!"
He grabbed Rachel by the hand and pulled her along behind him.
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"Whaih did yah do it, shugah?"
Rachel asked as they settled down for the night in a darkened alley.
James looked away.
"He was aimin' for you, darlin'."
Rachel shuddered.
"But whaih did y' take it foah meh? Y' could've been killed!"
James shrugged.
"Yer my girl," He said seriously.
"S my job t' protect yeh."
Rachel blushed.
"Ah'm yah're 'girl'?" She asked with a shy smile.
James flushed slightly.
"Well---in a sense," He mumbled.
"I mean---yer mine till we kin remember who we are."
He lowered his head.
"I wonder who the hell I was b'fore all this. Prob'ly some fuckin' low life who spent all his miserable time at th' bar, drinkin' his brain away."
Rachel frowned and put her hand to his cheek.
"No, ah don't think yah weah, shugah. Y' maight have drank when thangs got bad---but ah don't think that's ahwl theah is t' yah. Yah're too sweet t' be---what yah just said."
James sneered,
"Rach, I just offed three guys. Course I'm a bad person."
He sighed and rubbed his knuckles.
"An if I did it now, I prob'ly did it before."
Rachel slid her fingers down to his chin, lifting it slightly.
"Yah're not bad," She whispered in a tone filled with firm belief.
James caught her eyes.
"That's jus' what y' think," He said, admiring how green her irises were.
Rachel leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
"It's not what ah think, it's what ah believe."
James looked down.
"Believe what y' want, but I know what I am. An it makes me wonder---how th' hell did we end up t'gether, anyways? Yer way too good a catch fer me. Y' musta been real drunk---or I forced y' or somethin'."
Rachel's eyes went wide.
"Oh no, shugah," She said, her hands reaching for his.
"Y' nevah would foahced anyone! We weah probably on ah date, an it we weah just coming back…"
Her eyes took on a dreamy quality.
"Ah was new in town, an yah took meh out foah dinnah."
James chuckled.
"Then what happened?" He asked.
Rachel smiled.
"We went t' a naice Italian restaurant. Verahy classy. Ah had a big plate ahv pasta…with meatballs, an yah had…some…what did y' have, shugah?"
James grinned halfheartedly.
"Uhh…a steak, medium rare?"
Rachel slapped his arm.
"They don't seahve steaks at Italian restaurants!"
James scowled.
"Then I had a big plate o' em lil meatballs. I don't see why I couldn'ta had th' steak. Lot simpler."
Rachel giggled.
"Okay. Faihn. Ah had spaghetti an meatballs, with old-fashioned tomato sauce, an y' had a specially designed steak, medium rahre, made just foah yah."
James licked his lips.
"I like were this is goin'. Continue."
Rachel smiled.
"We ate an talked…an then it was taime t' go home."
James looked disappointed.
"What? That's it? No footsies? No meetin' in th' washroom fer a lil sneak preview?"
Rachel shoved him with an annoyed look.
"James!" She said.
"Sorry. Go on."
She giggled.
"Well, as ah was sayin befoah y' so * rudely * intahrrupted, y' drove meh back t' mah hotel and walked meh up t' mah room, laike a real gentleman."
James grinned but made no comment.
"Y' leaned ovah t' kiss meh goodnaight, but ah grabbed y' bah the collah an told yah that ah wanted y' 'raight now', an that ah couldn't wait."
James raised his eyebrows.
"Y' did?" He asked in a surprised tone.
"Th' way this story was goin' I expected y' t' call 911 cause I kissed y' goodnight."
Rachel glared at him.
"Ah'm not finished!" She said sulkily.
James held up his hands.
"Alright, alright, jeesh. 'T was jus' my opinion, darlin'. Continue."
Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Well, weah was ah…oh yeah, ah hauled y' in mah room an threw y' on th' bed."
James snickered.
"Hope 't was gentle, cause if y' got on, that thin' woulda collapsed."
Rachel pursed her lips.
"D'yah want meh t' tell yah what happened next ouh not?"
James nodded and stayed silent.
"Well, ah got on top ahv yah an ah stahted taking off yah shirht…ah lil laike this."
James' eyes widened as she straddled him with her knees and began to unbutton the front of his flannel shirt.
"What happened next?" He asked eagerly.
Rachel looked him up and down.
"Well…ah finished undoing it, an ah rolled it off yah, laike this…"
She spread her hands and placed them on his stomach, slowly pushing his shirt away to reveal his well-developed chest and abdomen.
"Mah, shugah, ahre y' ah weight liftah ouh somethang?"
James grinned sheepishly.
"I wouldn't know, darlin'," He said as his eyes slipped down her body to her breasts.
Rachel followed his gaze and smirked.
"Enjoying th' view?" She asked, looking down at his face.
James snapped back to earth.
"Oh---hey, that's unfair, darlin'. Why do y' get t' have all th' fun?"
Rachel let her arms drop to her sides.
"Yah're not having fun?" She asked in a hurt tone.
James mentally kicked himself for the second time that day.
"No, no, I didn't mean it that way, darlin'," He said, sitting up abruptly so she slipped onto his lap.
"I'm havin' lots of fun…"
His hands traveled up her wrists to her arms and began to rub them gently.
"S jus'…I want yeh t' have fun, too."
Rachel's bottom lip began to tremble.
"Yah're so sweet…" She said, raising her hands to cradle his face.
He leaned forward slightly and kissed the bridge of her nose.
"Yer too cute," He mumbled, his mouth making its way down to her lips.
Rachel moaned and moved her jaw, letting him slip his tongue between her teeth to touch her own.
"So…then what happened?" James asked, pulling back so that their lips and noses just barely touched.
Rachel smiled softly.
"Ah think y' got luckahy," She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
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((Oh my! Naughty Wolvy…killing another guy and being so graphic in a fan fic tsk tsk tsk and rogue sheesh…lol look for more soon and please review!))