Sorry, gratuitous sex scene is contained in the following chapter. Hey, it
had to happen some time. This is my first time, so please be gentle. HE HE!
Thanks to you all who have reviewed. Especially, taekwondodo, thanks for all the kind words and encouragement. Lord, knows I need it.
"Vash's Dream: A Blast from the Past-er-Future-Whatever"
It was unusually chilly in the mansion tonight. Vash was wishing that she had put on some long pants before venturing into the hall. It was the tail end of summer and the cool winds of winter were already whipping through Westchester. She couldn't sleep as usual and instead of her normal cabinet raid she had decided to head to the library to find a good book to read. Besides, Mr. Summers had begun to notice the decline in his peanut butter stash. Alas, some good science fiction would have to lull her to sleep tonight. That meant that she would have to journey from the girls' first floor dormitory to the fourth floor.
The mansion hosted an obscene number of rooms devoted to books and study. Unfortunately for Vash the one that held the best collection of science fiction novels and action adventures was on the fourth floor.
"Maybe a good pirate story instead." She thought. "I used ta love when Dad read me those."
Vash sleepily scratched through her tangled hair and stared up the flight of stairs that led to the fourth floor.
"Maybe not tonight, though." She thought. "Besides, I'm feeling a little tired already."
At this point she was on the third floor hall. This floor was scarcely inhabited. There was Logan, her favorite Ninjitsu instructor and surrogate dad, on the right. She would have dropped in on him but he, of course, wasn't in. That guy was actually worse than her when it came to sleeping habits. Always, roaming the streets at all the ungodly hours of the morning.
And on the other end the ever-mysterious Remy LeBeau or Gambit, as he preferred. He had been apart of the X-Men's extended family for as long as she could remember. Coming and going as he pleased. This was just one of his unexpected visits.
"Gambit." She thought then chuckled to herself.
He wasn't such a bad guy. Logan was always giving him a hard time, but he was always cool and suave and just brushed it off. All the girls told stories of how much of a ladies' man he was. She had never really looked at older guys until he showed up. But he was handsome, or so she thought, despite those freaky eyes of his. She laughed to herself, she was one to talk.
"I'm being silly." She thought. "He got to be in his forties."
Most of the guys got even more territorial when he came to visit. Maybe that's why Logan got so grumpy when he was around. Or maybe it was the fact that Logan had noticed her brother spending more time pondering the mysteries of Mr. LeBeau instead of focusing on his studies. The last thing Logan needed was for Static to turn into a mini Remy LeBeau.
He was nice to her brother. Static could be a sorta nerd. He spent all his time reading history books. He liked history, just like mom did. He even wanted to be a teacher just like her. Remy had been teaching Static card tricks and the wonderful art of misdirection. Static would be a bonafide card shark in no time.
But Vash knew the real reason that Logan despised Remy so much was because of Rogue. It was common knowledge that Gambit and Rogue had had relationship once; an extremely rocky relationship. No one knew the real reason why they broke up but Logan of course took Rogue's side. Why shouldn't he have, Rogue was like a little sister to him, plus, the fact that he had never liked Remy to begin with. Logan thought that Remy was a liar and a thief and shouldn't be trusted.
To Vash, he was a shameless flirt. She felt his eyes on her whenever they shared the same space. He told her once that she was beautiful and that she shouldn't hide her face behind her long bangs. She had self- consciously tucked them behind her ears every time she saw him since then. "It's just a school girl crush." She told herself. "That's all." She could kick herself for the way she acted when he was around. And Logan, of course, had noticed it too. She still didn't understand how they had managed to live so close to each and not have killed each other yet.
"Enough of this trip down memory lane." Vash thought.
She had just plotted down the first few stairs when she heard Remy's door creak open. She froze perfectly still.
"Remy t'ought dat was you, chere." He whispered, she could hear the amusement in his voice.
She didn't answer.
"Is dat you, Ninja gurl?" he asked.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked as she came back up the steps.
"You da only udder one who stays up as late as he do." He stated jutting his chin in the direction of Logan's room. "Ah could tell by yo footsteps. You much lighter on yo feet."
"Oh." she muttered.
"What ya doin' up so late?" he asked.
"I was just going to the library up stairs." She answered.
"Can't sleep, non?" Remy asked.
****
She wasn't sure how she ended up in Remy's room, on his bed, watching cartoons and drinking whiskey. He had said that he was having trouble sleeping as well and whiskey was good for insomnia. That and some old cartoon called Inuyasha. He had tapes and tapes full of old episodes. Anyway, she was here and Remy had kept himself busy playing in her hair. This could only mean trouble.
"Why you wear yo hair dis long?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know." She responded, her face flushing with heat.
"I guess it's genetic." She smiled. "I've seen pictures of my mom; she used to wear her hair like this."
He hummed to himself. "Ororo." He muttered reverently.
"You miss 'er?" he asked suddenly.
"I guess so." She answered after a long pause. "I mean, I don't really remember her."
He was quiet for a while and that only made her more nervous. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. She wouldn't dare turn to look at him. She kept thinking about the things that Logan had said about him and worried that he would be home soon and see her leaving Remy's room. She could teleport, but Logan would be sure to smell the sulfur. As she continued to run possible escape plans through her head she hadn't noticed that Remy had stopped "petting" her and had moved closer. She turned to look straight into black and red eyes. To most people they would have been frightening but to her they were hypnotizingly beautiful. He tucked a stray hair behind her pointed ear. Vash could feel her face go red. Remy chuckled to himself.
"She's so cute when she nervous." He thought.
"You are lovely." He stated as if it were fact. "You believe Remy when he tell you dat?" He meant every word.
She opened her mouth to answer but she couldn't say anything. The alcohol was getting to her and she felt like the room was spinning. She was so stupid for coming to a man's room, a shirtless man's, for that matter, so late and getting drunk. What did she expect to happen? But he wouldn't, would he? He couldn't. He was just being nice right?
But all her hopes were shattered with what he did next. He cupped the back her head, pulled her close and planted one right on her lips. She struggled at first but he held her firmly. While locked in the kiss, Vash hadn't noticed Remy take the empty cup out her hand and place it on the nightstand. But she did feel him pull her onto his lap.
When the kiss broke she found herself panting and terribly flushed. She tried to speak again but Remy took her open mouth as an invitation. As they deepened their kiss she could feel Remy's hand underneath her nightshirt. Vash didn't wear much to bed this time of year; a pair of thin gym shorts and a tank top and Remy was taking full advantage of it. He continued to grope and squeeze and kiss every spot that he could reach. While Vash gasped and moaned shamelessly in his ear.
She soon found herself hoisted in the air and laid down ever so gently on to the bed. She could feel the weight of him on top of her but everything else became a blur.
"Why is it so hard to focus? Oh, yeah, the whiskey."
And he was at it again. Kissing and roaming her body. All the while murmuring loving French endearments in her ear.
"Ahh, French," she thought. "What a lovely language."
They were kissing again. Every time deeper and deeper; maybe a little too deep this time. Remy sprang back on his hands and Vash was horrified by what she saw. Blood. It was pooling in the creases of his bottom lip.
"Oh my god." She gasped.
Remy just smiled and licked the blood away.
"Sorry. They're kinda sharp." She whispered as she ran her tongue across her keen incisors.
She was sure that she would die of embarrassment, but Remy still held his lusty glare.
"Damn, why'd he have ta be so gorgeous?" She thought. "Even while he's bleeding."
Some where in the deepest corner of her mind Vash knew that this was wrong. She would have to make him stop.
"I mean, Logan would kill him if he found us like this."
Besides what would've her dad thought of this. This was certainly not the behavior of a good Catholic girl. She was a virgin for Christ's sake; she was saving herself for marriage. She couldn't let this happen. I mean after all the perfectly good ass she's passed up. Unfortunately, those thoughts were totally forgotten when she began to realize that Remy had started to pull down her gym shorts. She let out a surprised gasp.
"So much for the good Catholic girl defense." She thought.
She found herself lifted off of the bed so that he could remove her shorts and realized that she was no longer wearing her top.
"Damn crafty Cajun."
She lay there naked, embarrassed and cold. As he trailed his hand down her panting belly, muttering to himself in hushed Cajun speak, she felt her stomach shot full of a warmth she could not ignore. Her face flushed with heat and all she wanted was to feel him. It didn't matter how, just now.
Remy ran his hand down in between her thighs and gently spread them apart. She was terribly shy, he could change that. Without a second thought he sought out her sensitive warmth with his fingertips and she writhed instinctively at his touch.
"Fuck!" She groaned inwardly, as her breath caught in her throat.
He could tell she was trying her best to remain as quiet as possible, but of course he couldn't have that. He quickened his movements and listened to her faint cries begging him not to stop.
"It's much better when someone else is in the room, eh, chere?"
She felt it coming, that strangely familiar feeling. Only this time it was millions time more intense then anything that she had felt before. With one hand she gripped the side of the bed and with the other she covered her mouth in hopes of suppressing her cries of pleasure. She conceded to her orgasm as her body racked against the bed.
She felt a cool wave of calm wash over her. She couldn't suppress her contented smile. She could feel him pull himself onto her and soon found herself staring into his lovely eyes. He was between her legs now and she could feel his arousal pressed against her inner thigh. He'd wanted her now, of course, she thought vaguely. Her mind was clouded with the euphoria of her recent climax.
Remy leaned in and moaned sweet Cajun nothings into her ear. She couldn't understand a word of it; she realized that her bi-lingual talents were inhibited by her foggy state of mind. She braced herself for his entrance, but instead he lifted himself up to stare into her eyes.
"Such lovely golden eyes." He thought. "You alright, chere?" he uttered breathless.
She regarded him thoughtfully and ran her fingers through his gray- streaked auburn hair. She was no fool, he was asking permission. He must have known that she was a virgin, and the thought of it was now making him nervous.
"No way you're backing out now, Cajun." She purred. Even as it left her mouth she couldn't believe she'd said it, and blushed uncontrollably.
She positioned herself so that she could feel his length press against her wet center. Remy bit back the urge to plunge deep into her. He had to be careful; he couldn't let her know what she did to him.
"Stay cool." He coached himself internally.
He entered her as gently as humanly possible, but it still caused her erupt in a gasp. She felt pressure build up in the pit of her stomach and a ting of burning sensation. All she could hoped was that it would get better, if not what had everyone been so excited about? Her legs tightened around him as he slid into her entirely. He moaned in incoherent French babble as he pressed into her, the speed of his trusts ever increasing. She thought that she'd explode if she held back any longer. She'd grabbed an end of a pillow and stuffed it into her mouth in hopes of muffling her cries.
"Don't want to freak out the whole mansion." She thought.
As his pace quickened she soon realized that there was use. She yanked the pillow from her mouth and flung it across that room. All shame had left her as she passionately moaned his name over and over. Her cries rose in volume as the pressure in her belly increased. Remy sought out her mouth with his own, in hopes of keeping her quiet, but he was also finding it difficult to keep silent. That wonderful pressure was building within him and it would not be much longer before-
She let out one last ear shattering cry and she felt the cool calm wave wash over her again. She barely noticed Remy last strained grunt as he reached his end. She registered the feeling of warm fluid pooling between her legs. She had never been so tired in her life. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"Yo'll have ta come visit me more often, chere" The Cajun whispered sweetly in her ear, grinning wide.
She sighed happily and took in the smell that was Remy LeBeau. Cigarettes and alcohol. "Who knew that could actually be sexy." She thought, as her vision became blurry around the edges and the world fell away.
****
Vash wearily opened her eyes and immediately wished that she had done otherwise. The sun was beaming through the window and causing her sensitive eyes much pain. She rose to find herself sticky with sweat and the realization the she had just had one hell of a flashback dream. Her impeccable sense of time and space also brought on the realization that it would soon be time for her first class.
"The rare and elusive flashback dream," She thought. "A fucking pain in the ass."
So she was off to the shower.
"No since in giving everyone the impression that I'm a sweaty stinky freak." She thought.
"Fucking, Cajun." She muttered as she exited her room.
She was vaguely pleased that she didn't have to explain why she was dry humping her pillow to anyone.
"God bless a private room."
Thanks to you all who have reviewed. Especially, taekwondodo, thanks for all the kind words and encouragement. Lord, knows I need it.
"Vash's Dream: A Blast from the Past-er-Future-Whatever"
It was unusually chilly in the mansion tonight. Vash was wishing that she had put on some long pants before venturing into the hall. It was the tail end of summer and the cool winds of winter were already whipping through Westchester. She couldn't sleep as usual and instead of her normal cabinet raid she had decided to head to the library to find a good book to read. Besides, Mr. Summers had begun to notice the decline in his peanut butter stash. Alas, some good science fiction would have to lull her to sleep tonight. That meant that she would have to journey from the girls' first floor dormitory to the fourth floor.
The mansion hosted an obscene number of rooms devoted to books and study. Unfortunately for Vash the one that held the best collection of science fiction novels and action adventures was on the fourth floor.
"Maybe a good pirate story instead." She thought. "I used ta love when Dad read me those."
Vash sleepily scratched through her tangled hair and stared up the flight of stairs that led to the fourth floor.
"Maybe not tonight, though." She thought. "Besides, I'm feeling a little tired already."
At this point she was on the third floor hall. This floor was scarcely inhabited. There was Logan, her favorite Ninjitsu instructor and surrogate dad, on the right. She would have dropped in on him but he, of course, wasn't in. That guy was actually worse than her when it came to sleeping habits. Always, roaming the streets at all the ungodly hours of the morning.
And on the other end the ever-mysterious Remy LeBeau or Gambit, as he preferred. He had been apart of the X-Men's extended family for as long as she could remember. Coming and going as he pleased. This was just one of his unexpected visits.
"Gambit." She thought then chuckled to herself.
He wasn't such a bad guy. Logan was always giving him a hard time, but he was always cool and suave and just brushed it off. All the girls told stories of how much of a ladies' man he was. She had never really looked at older guys until he showed up. But he was handsome, or so she thought, despite those freaky eyes of his. She laughed to herself, she was one to talk.
"I'm being silly." She thought. "He got to be in his forties."
Most of the guys got even more territorial when he came to visit. Maybe that's why Logan got so grumpy when he was around. Or maybe it was the fact that Logan had noticed her brother spending more time pondering the mysteries of Mr. LeBeau instead of focusing on his studies. The last thing Logan needed was for Static to turn into a mini Remy LeBeau.
He was nice to her brother. Static could be a sorta nerd. He spent all his time reading history books. He liked history, just like mom did. He even wanted to be a teacher just like her. Remy had been teaching Static card tricks and the wonderful art of misdirection. Static would be a bonafide card shark in no time.
But Vash knew the real reason that Logan despised Remy so much was because of Rogue. It was common knowledge that Gambit and Rogue had had relationship once; an extremely rocky relationship. No one knew the real reason why they broke up but Logan of course took Rogue's side. Why shouldn't he have, Rogue was like a little sister to him, plus, the fact that he had never liked Remy to begin with. Logan thought that Remy was a liar and a thief and shouldn't be trusted.
To Vash, he was a shameless flirt. She felt his eyes on her whenever they shared the same space. He told her once that she was beautiful and that she shouldn't hide her face behind her long bangs. She had self- consciously tucked them behind her ears every time she saw him since then. "It's just a school girl crush." She told herself. "That's all." She could kick herself for the way she acted when he was around. And Logan, of course, had noticed it too. She still didn't understand how they had managed to live so close to each and not have killed each other yet.
"Enough of this trip down memory lane." Vash thought.
She had just plotted down the first few stairs when she heard Remy's door creak open. She froze perfectly still.
"Remy t'ought dat was you, chere." He whispered, she could hear the amusement in his voice.
She didn't answer.
"Is dat you, Ninja gurl?" he asked.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked as she came back up the steps.
"You da only udder one who stays up as late as he do." He stated jutting his chin in the direction of Logan's room. "Ah could tell by yo footsteps. You much lighter on yo feet."
"Oh." she muttered.
"What ya doin' up so late?" he asked.
"I was just going to the library up stairs." She answered.
"Can't sleep, non?" Remy asked.
****
She wasn't sure how she ended up in Remy's room, on his bed, watching cartoons and drinking whiskey. He had said that he was having trouble sleeping as well and whiskey was good for insomnia. That and some old cartoon called Inuyasha. He had tapes and tapes full of old episodes. Anyway, she was here and Remy had kept himself busy playing in her hair. This could only mean trouble.
"Why you wear yo hair dis long?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know." She responded, her face flushing with heat.
"I guess it's genetic." She smiled. "I've seen pictures of my mom; she used to wear her hair like this."
He hummed to himself. "Ororo." He muttered reverently.
"You miss 'er?" he asked suddenly.
"I guess so." She answered after a long pause. "I mean, I don't really remember her."
He was quiet for a while and that only made her more nervous. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. She wouldn't dare turn to look at him. She kept thinking about the things that Logan had said about him and worried that he would be home soon and see her leaving Remy's room. She could teleport, but Logan would be sure to smell the sulfur. As she continued to run possible escape plans through her head she hadn't noticed that Remy had stopped "petting" her and had moved closer. She turned to look straight into black and red eyes. To most people they would have been frightening but to her they were hypnotizingly beautiful. He tucked a stray hair behind her pointed ear. Vash could feel her face go red. Remy chuckled to himself.
"She's so cute when she nervous." He thought.
"You are lovely." He stated as if it were fact. "You believe Remy when he tell you dat?" He meant every word.
She opened her mouth to answer but she couldn't say anything. The alcohol was getting to her and she felt like the room was spinning. She was so stupid for coming to a man's room, a shirtless man's, for that matter, so late and getting drunk. What did she expect to happen? But he wouldn't, would he? He couldn't. He was just being nice right?
But all her hopes were shattered with what he did next. He cupped the back her head, pulled her close and planted one right on her lips. She struggled at first but he held her firmly. While locked in the kiss, Vash hadn't noticed Remy take the empty cup out her hand and place it on the nightstand. But she did feel him pull her onto his lap.
When the kiss broke she found herself panting and terribly flushed. She tried to speak again but Remy took her open mouth as an invitation. As they deepened their kiss she could feel Remy's hand underneath her nightshirt. Vash didn't wear much to bed this time of year; a pair of thin gym shorts and a tank top and Remy was taking full advantage of it. He continued to grope and squeeze and kiss every spot that he could reach. While Vash gasped and moaned shamelessly in his ear.
She soon found herself hoisted in the air and laid down ever so gently on to the bed. She could feel the weight of him on top of her but everything else became a blur.
"Why is it so hard to focus? Oh, yeah, the whiskey."
And he was at it again. Kissing and roaming her body. All the while murmuring loving French endearments in her ear.
"Ahh, French," she thought. "What a lovely language."
They were kissing again. Every time deeper and deeper; maybe a little too deep this time. Remy sprang back on his hands and Vash was horrified by what she saw. Blood. It was pooling in the creases of his bottom lip.
"Oh my god." She gasped.
Remy just smiled and licked the blood away.
"Sorry. They're kinda sharp." She whispered as she ran her tongue across her keen incisors.
She was sure that she would die of embarrassment, but Remy still held his lusty glare.
"Damn, why'd he have ta be so gorgeous?" She thought. "Even while he's bleeding."
Some where in the deepest corner of her mind Vash knew that this was wrong. She would have to make him stop.
"I mean, Logan would kill him if he found us like this."
Besides what would've her dad thought of this. This was certainly not the behavior of a good Catholic girl. She was a virgin for Christ's sake; she was saving herself for marriage. She couldn't let this happen. I mean after all the perfectly good ass she's passed up. Unfortunately, those thoughts were totally forgotten when she began to realize that Remy had started to pull down her gym shorts. She let out a surprised gasp.
"So much for the good Catholic girl defense." She thought.
She found herself lifted off of the bed so that he could remove her shorts and realized that she was no longer wearing her top.
"Damn crafty Cajun."
She lay there naked, embarrassed and cold. As he trailed his hand down her panting belly, muttering to himself in hushed Cajun speak, she felt her stomach shot full of a warmth she could not ignore. Her face flushed with heat and all she wanted was to feel him. It didn't matter how, just now.
Remy ran his hand down in between her thighs and gently spread them apart. She was terribly shy, he could change that. Without a second thought he sought out her sensitive warmth with his fingertips and she writhed instinctively at his touch.
"Fuck!" She groaned inwardly, as her breath caught in her throat.
He could tell she was trying her best to remain as quiet as possible, but of course he couldn't have that. He quickened his movements and listened to her faint cries begging him not to stop.
"It's much better when someone else is in the room, eh, chere?"
She felt it coming, that strangely familiar feeling. Only this time it was millions time more intense then anything that she had felt before. With one hand she gripped the side of the bed and with the other she covered her mouth in hopes of suppressing her cries of pleasure. She conceded to her orgasm as her body racked against the bed.
She felt a cool wave of calm wash over her. She couldn't suppress her contented smile. She could feel him pull himself onto her and soon found herself staring into his lovely eyes. He was between her legs now and she could feel his arousal pressed against her inner thigh. He'd wanted her now, of course, she thought vaguely. Her mind was clouded with the euphoria of her recent climax.
Remy leaned in and moaned sweet Cajun nothings into her ear. She couldn't understand a word of it; she realized that her bi-lingual talents were inhibited by her foggy state of mind. She braced herself for his entrance, but instead he lifted himself up to stare into her eyes.
"Such lovely golden eyes." He thought. "You alright, chere?" he uttered breathless.
She regarded him thoughtfully and ran her fingers through his gray- streaked auburn hair. She was no fool, he was asking permission. He must have known that she was a virgin, and the thought of it was now making him nervous.
"No way you're backing out now, Cajun." She purred. Even as it left her mouth she couldn't believe she'd said it, and blushed uncontrollably.
She positioned herself so that she could feel his length press against her wet center. Remy bit back the urge to plunge deep into her. He had to be careful; he couldn't let her know what she did to him.
"Stay cool." He coached himself internally.
He entered her as gently as humanly possible, but it still caused her erupt in a gasp. She felt pressure build up in the pit of her stomach and a ting of burning sensation. All she could hoped was that it would get better, if not what had everyone been so excited about? Her legs tightened around him as he slid into her entirely. He moaned in incoherent French babble as he pressed into her, the speed of his trusts ever increasing. She thought that she'd explode if she held back any longer. She'd grabbed an end of a pillow and stuffed it into her mouth in hopes of muffling her cries.
"Don't want to freak out the whole mansion." She thought.
As his pace quickened she soon realized that there was use. She yanked the pillow from her mouth and flung it across that room. All shame had left her as she passionately moaned his name over and over. Her cries rose in volume as the pressure in her belly increased. Remy sought out her mouth with his own, in hopes of keeping her quiet, but he was also finding it difficult to keep silent. That wonderful pressure was building within him and it would not be much longer before-
She let out one last ear shattering cry and she felt the cool calm wave wash over her again. She barely noticed Remy last strained grunt as he reached his end. She registered the feeling of warm fluid pooling between her legs. She had never been so tired in her life. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"Yo'll have ta come visit me more often, chere" The Cajun whispered sweetly in her ear, grinning wide.
She sighed happily and took in the smell that was Remy LeBeau. Cigarettes and alcohol. "Who knew that could actually be sexy." She thought, as her vision became blurry around the edges and the world fell away.
****
Vash wearily opened her eyes and immediately wished that she had done otherwise. The sun was beaming through the window and causing her sensitive eyes much pain. She rose to find herself sticky with sweat and the realization the she had just had one hell of a flashback dream. Her impeccable sense of time and space also brought on the realization that it would soon be time for her first class.
"The rare and elusive flashback dream," She thought. "A fucking pain in the ass."
So she was off to the shower.
"No since in giving everyone the impression that I'm a sweaty stinky freak." She thought.
"Fucking, Cajun." She muttered as she exited her room.
She was vaguely pleased that she didn't have to explain why she was dry humping her pillow to anyone.
"God bless a private room."