Parker sat in the library of the Xavier institute. Not many people came in here, and as she had just spent a week recovering from her wounds sustained in the danger room, she was quite content in her solitude. Not that she didn't mind Remy's frequent visits… She hastily drug her thoughts back from memories of his lips and tried to focus on the book in her lap.
It was in vain though. Her book wasn't as interesting as she had thought it would be. However, Parker was too comfortable in her curled up position in one of the big easy-chairs to move to find a new one. She closed the book and leant her head against the seat. It was no use pretending interest; she might as well get in a few winks while she was here. She started when the door opened.
"Chere, you in 'ere?" came Remy's voice from the door. Parker relaxed again and pretended to be asleep. She felt the air around her move and new that her silent Remy had approached her chair. "Aw, chere if you 'dis tired, you should stay in ya room…" he whispered lightly touching her face. She tried to hide her smile, and did a pretty good job of it she thought as Remy simply backed up. Suddenly she felt herself being picked up. She made a noise and to keep up the pretense of being asleep, she snuggled closer to Remy's chest. He laughed and she could feel the vibration in his chest. She felt him carry her up the stairs and finally into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
Gently he laid her on her bed, and then sat next to her. "Che-ere…" he whispered in a sing-song tone. Remy traced the outline of her face with one hand while the other helped support him by laying on the bed right next to Parker's side. She was relaxing again when his hands suddenly moved and he was tickling her. Her eyes shot open and she squealed. Parker tried to sit up but he was holding her down.
"Remy!" she squealed, squirming and trying to escape. His hands stilled and he leaned down. She could feel his breath on her face as she tried to catch her breath.
"Ya can't fool me, chere…" he whispered in her ear. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Sure I can, I just wasn't trying to this time." She grinned. He returned her grin and her kiss. One of his hands absentmindedly stroked her side, as her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. The silence stretched comfortably on with minimal movement until parker let out a tiny chuckle.
"If someone were to walk in on us…" she answered Remy's questioning glance. He let out a quick laugh and kissed her gently.
"T'ain't nobody up here, chere.. 'Dey all in the rec room" Remy said in between trailing kisses from her lips to her ear. She let out a sigh as he gently kissed her neck…To Be Continued, or not.
Scene 2:
It had been a long night. Parker was worn out. All she wanted to do was to relax. She entered her room and was pleasantly surprised by a basket sitting on er bed. 'Remy again,' she smiled to herself as she went through the contents of the basket. She was holding a bottle of bubble bath, reading why the lavender extract made it 'romantic' when a familiar voice spoke from behind her.
'I figured that after de day you had, you'd need a li'l pick-me-up, non?" Remy said coming up behind her and putting her arms around her waist. She dropped the bubble bath on the bed and turned in his arms to face him.
"thank you," she whispered letting their lips meet in a gentle kiss. Soon the kiss turned frantically passionate as his teeth grazed her bottom lip and their tongues joined in a lovers' dance. (muahahaha, ten cent romance novel stuff, right here!). She let out a moan as he pulled away.
"Remy gonna draw you a bubble bath and you going to relax, chere." He said scooping up the bubble bath solution. "You pin up all 'dis lovely hair and get ready, neh?" Remy said, running his hand through her hair once before turning towards the bathroom. Once she heard the water start running, she snapped out of her dream-like state and took off her clothes, leaving her undergarments on. She slipped on her bath robe, making sure it was belted. She didn't want Remy to see too much. She picked up a jaw clip and carefully pulled back her hair.
Remy leant against the doorway to the bathroom and watched his chere put up her hair. His parker didn't realize just how erotic, how wonderful this simple act was. He grinned as she caught his gaze in the mirror. He held out her hands to her and she rose and walked to him. They embraced and he buried his head in her neck.
"Je t'adore chere…" he whispered huskily as he pulled away. "now enjoy your bath while I go an' find us some food." She kissed his cheek and watched him leave before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. Steam rose slightly from the tub that was filled with bubbles as she took off her robe and hung it on the doorknob. Her bra and underwear quickly followed, being tossed into a laundry hamper in the corner.
Parker eased herself into the tub and nearly moaned with pleasure. The temperature was just right, the bubbles heaven on her skin. She leant back against the tub and prepared to soak while languorously using a washcloth to spread the bubbles across her body. The smell and steam relaxed her to the point she dozed off leaning on the tub edge.
30 minutes later, Remy reentered the room, precariously carrying a bowl of spaghetti, a bowl of salad, a six pack of soda, and two cups with paper plate and napkins in a Ziploc he held firmly in between his teeth. Carefully he set the food down and looked around for parker.
The door to the bathroom was still closed. He walked over and knocked gently. "Chere? You decent?" he waited then called "Chere!" again, a little louder. An irrational thread of worry began to tug at his mind. He quickly opened the door and prepared to bound in, however the site that met him brought a sigh to his lips.
There was his chere, asleep in the tub. Her hair falling down about her face, her cheeks still rosy from the temperature the water had been. The bubbles had dissipated and now Remy was uncomfortably aware of the indecency of him being in the same bathroom, so close to parker in her state of undress. However, as he snuck a longer look, he wouldn't have minded being in the tub with her. He grinned and shook his head.
Remy picked up one of the many large towels parker had in the bathroom and unfolded it. He held it in front of him and walked to the edge of the tub. He was careful to only look at her face as he called her name. "Parker… Chere, you need to wake up. You're going to turn all wrinkly." Parker slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Remy's face. As awareness swam to the surface she blushed and tried to sink lower beneath the water.
"Now, chere, Remy ain't lookin', an' I got this big ole towel for you to wrap up in. Now stand up and grab the towel, and I'll go set up our dinner." Parker slowly stood up and wrapped the towel around her. Remy turned and walked out of the door whistling a random tune. Parker stepped out of the bathtub and closed the door. She put back on her robe after drying off. Then she stepped out into her room to pick up her PJ's. She looked at Remy who was setting up plates of food, using the dresser as a buffet of sorts. Once inside the bathroom, she changed and slipped the robe back on top of her shorts and t-shirt. She took the jaw clip out of her hair and walked back to the dresser to pull it up with a hair elastic.
"Leave it down." Remy commented from where he was seated, leaning against her bed. Parker set the elastic down and sat beside him. He handed her a plate, fork and napkin before picking up his own. After a quick grace, they began eating. A little while later, Remy glance over at parker, who was fiddling with fork, obviously done eating.
"Chere…" she turned to look at him. "You have sauce on ya chin." He grinned, then leant forward and kissed it off. "Mmm... I'm a good cook, non?" Parker smiled and set her plate aside.
"You most certainly are…" she said crawling in front of him then sitting on her knees. She leant forward and kissed him gently. "Have I told you lately how much I love you and your random gifts and wonderful kisses?" she said in between kisses she trailed all over his face. He sat up on his knees and put his arms around her to pull her closer. His hands began trailing up and down her back as they kissed, and eventually they crept up inside the hem of shirt. She pulled away and put a hand on Remy's. He nodded in understanding before standing up and helping her up.
"Get some rest, chere…" he whispered kissing her cheek. "Dream of me…" Remy walked out of her door, taking the empty bowls and trash with him. She lay down and pulled the covers up to her chin. She hugged her teddy-bear, named Remy after the giver, closer and fell asleep to indeed dream of her love.
Scene 3:
"I can handle it myself!" Parker cried furiously. Kurt Wagner had just invaded her training session to help a fellow porter in need-bah! She didn't need any help—she was doing just fine on her own.
"Sorry, Parker, I vas just trying to help!" he called back, bamfing to another spot in the room. Parker quickly pipfed up and poked him in the chest.
"I don't need your help, fuzz boy. I'm not going to shatter and break, you know…" She huffed loudly as Kurt regarded her skeptically. She wasn't exactly the strongest at the Institute, but she wasn't fragile, either.
It was her damn power! She had suddenly decided. It wasn't exactly very good for anything except convenience.
But it was hers, and she would just have to embrace it. With a pipf, she finished off her training session and then transported to her room. She huffed and landed face first on her bed, ignoring the strange glance form Lorelei as she did so. She rolled over, sighing again, and sprawled out on the bed. Her training sessions filled her thoughts as she recalled what had happened.
Kurt had bamfed in there to help her. Sure, she had been hit by on of the druids, and sure, he was just being the typical chivalrous Kurt, but she didn't need his help. People were hit in the Danger Room all the time, so why was she special?
Oh, that's right. She had passed out that one time.
Parker formed two fists with her hands and banged them against her bed, crying out in frustration. Lorelei, she noticed, jumped and looked her way, frowning, but not daring to say anything. She simply gathered her laptop and left the room. Parker was grateful, too. She needed some alone time to vent her frustration.
A tear suddenly found it way down her cheek and she wiped it away roughly. She couldn't cry: she had to be tough. She was going to prove to the others that she was, indeed, stronger than they thought.
Another tear escaped her tightly closed eyes, and she wiped it with just as much fury. How could she be strong is she cried like this?
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked at the clock to see that it was about dinnertime.
"I'm not hungry!" she shouted at the door, thankful that her voice didn't reveal the tears she was shedding.
"Chere, Remy ain't here to pick ya up for dinner," Parker sighed irritably as the doorknob turned and the door opened slowly, revealing the ex-thief in the doorway. He had a frown on his face—something that you usually wouldn't associate with Remy LeBeau—and was looking at her with concern. "Now tell Remy what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong, Remy. Stressful day is all," Parker replied, releasing the fists she had previously formed.
"Now chere, Remy knows when you're stressed, and ya don't tend ta be crying when its just dat. Tell Remy what's really wrong and he'll leave ya alone…"
Parker sighed. She didn't speak for a moment, as if hoping he might disappear, but he didn't leave. He even went and sat down next to her on her bed. Finally, realizing she would have to talk eventually, she spoke. "I just feel… It's frustrating, Remy, to have to deal with a power such as mine knowing that everybody else has such better powers…"
She turned her face from his: her argument seemed so stupid when she said it out loud.
However, she soon felt two strong hands wrap around her head and bring it to a firm chest. The hands wrapped themselves around her own arms and pulled her closer to Remy. She sighed and leaned against him as he rubbed her arm reassuringly.
"Chere…" he began, as if contemplating his words. She suddenly felt him smile into her hair and pulled away to see it. "Chere," he continued, "How de hell is Remy s'posed ta save you if you're going to be de strong one? I want to be de dashing hero here, and you're trying de tell me you don't want me to?" He finished his question with a chuckle, and Parker couldn't help but grin. She hugged him close, wrapping her arms around his waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders. Suddenly, he brought one arm under her legs and picked her up, carrying her like a noble knight would his rescued princess. She squealed as she was lifted, and began laughing.
"Now," he laughed with her, "Do ya want de go get food or what?"