Author's Note- Due to the fact that I totally hate her I will not be
writing Belladonna into this.
Richard-Raven-Croft- Glad you like
Somekindafreaky- 'O great one' ya keep this up and I'll get a big head, not that I mind;) My best? And to think that I wasn't even going to post it.
Kitty Pryde2- I don't mind, I've been wondering where you were. I'm glad you're reviewing again.
Valley-Gurl101- It is hard. After you write it a while though you find yourself giving that accent to your other characters. Before I caught it I had Pete speaking with a Cajun accent for almost four paragraphs. Not to mention my original stories.
~*~
New Orleans
~*~
She's anything in the world
That you cannot explain
But when she throws me a smile
It's fire in the rain
She's a mystery
My most beautiful regret
'Cause she's a mystery
The only promise I can keep
Even in my dreams she ruins me
She's a mystery
There's no defense
It's innocence
But she won't let you see
'Cause she's a mystery
-Bon Jovi
~*~
The next morning
Remy awoke to see that Kitty had kicked the covers off. Her tank top and ridden up slightly, exposing a small amount of her smooth skin. He had to fight the urge to reach out and stroke her exposed back. She had moved during the night and was now curled up next to him, partially on his chest. She opened her eyes and saw him before reacting instinctively and phasing through his arms, which were loosely wrapped around her waist. "Mornin' petite," Remy said struggling out of bed and throwing on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
She took her things into the bathroom feeling incredibly flustered. She had actually enjoyed being held in his arms. He made her feel safe and, as much as she hated to admit it, desired. She got into a pale blue blouse and a pair of hip-hugging flares. She walked out of the room.
"Morning," she said finally.
Remy merely smiled at her. "C'mon, petite, let's go have breakfast, on Mags of course."
"Right," Kitty said with a small smile. They walked down the stairs and had a relatively peaceful breakfast before heading back out on the road. Around nightfall they were getting close.
"Ma ville," Remy called to her over the roar of the bike. After a while he pulled up to a huge mansion. "Ma maison."
"It's almost as big as the Institute," Kitty said in awe.
Remy smirked. "Oui. De t'ieves live nice, non?" He picked the lock and they walked in.
"Why didn't you just knock?" she asked.
"Why would Remy knock?" he returned.
"Remy!" an older woman called. "Where have ya been?" She hugged him before smacking him on the back of the head. "Ya haven' called since ya left!"
"Oui, je suis desolé," Remy said. "Mais, Remy came home."
"Sadly," another voice said dryly.
"`Enry!" Remy exclaimed. The two did the guy hug/pound each other on the back thing.
"Who's your friend?" Henry asked looking at Kitty with a smile.
"Dis is Kitty Pryde," Remy said placing a hand on her lower back and pulling her up to where they were standing. "She's one of Remy's teammates wit' de Acolytes. Kitty, dis is ma frére, et Tante Mattie"
"Enchanté," Henry said bending to kiss her hand gallantly.
"Where be Jean Luc?" Remy asked.
"At a meetin' for de rest of de week," Mattie said.
"How long are you two stayin'?" Henry asked.
"A few days," Remy said. "Mags sent us on a mission."
"Take de fille ta a room," Mattie said. "And take her bag, boy. I know I taught you better den dat!"
"Oui," Remy said immediately obeying.
Kitty smiled brightly at the older woman. "You, like, have to teach me how to do that."
"Come on, petite," Remy said leading the way up the stairs. With a light roll of her eyes Kitty obeyed, following him. He opened a door depositing his own bag. "Remy's room be right dere if ya need anyting, chére."
"Which I won't," she said firmly.
He opened the door next to his. "Dis be your room. Dere's a door between de two of them."
"I'm not surprised."
He just grinned "Get some sleep, ma belle. Remy will see you in the morning." He lowered his head his lips catching her by surprise. She pushed him away but he merely chuckled.
"Don't do that!"
"Pourquoi?" She merely glared up at him before going into her room locking the door behind her.
"Lost your touch?" Henry laughed as he walked over.
"Mais non!" He looked at the closed door and smiled making his way to his own room. "Ya know Remy loves de challenge. Besides, de femme est special. Remy wants ta go slow wit' dis one."
"'Special?'" Henry laughed. "Mon ami, you're fallin' in love!"
"Bite your tongue!" Remy exclaimed looking horrified. Henry merely laughed again before walking away.
The next morning
Kitty was up long before Remy got out of bed and helped Mattie with breakfast. By help she just set the table and got things for the older woman. Remy and Henry came in when it was time for breakfast. "What more can Remy ask for? Two belle femmes et food. Life is good, non?"
"Don't tink that you're goin' ta able ta charm your way back into my good graces. You're still in trouble."
"Oui, Tante Mattie," Remy said with a pitiful pout.
"Mais, I'm happy ta have you home," the older woman said taking pity on him. "Do it again and you'll be in trouble."
"Want ta get de mission over with?" Remy asked after they had finished eating breakfast.
"Shouldn't we wait for night?"
"Why would we do that?" Remy asked.
"It'd be dark," she said in a 'duh' tone.
"Yes, but at night de homme would be dere," Remy said mocking her tone. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Dere you go again! Are ya tryin' ta- Ow!" He reached down rubbing his leg.
"What's wrong?" she asked in mock concern. He merely growled something unintelligible causing a small giggle from her.
"We'll be back as soon as possible," he told Mattie and Henry. "Come on, petite." They got onto his bike, she, once again, in his jacket, and took off. He pulled into the parking lot and Remy pulled out a pair of binoculars. "I don't tink he's dere." He got off and they walked into the hotel. Kitty allowed Remy to talk to the people. He came back after a few moments.
"So, like, what'd they say?"
"No one has even spoken to him. They never even see him. He comes in and goes out through de back." While no one was watching they went into the elevator. Kitty phased them into the room. They were looking around when there was a knock on the door.
"House keeping!" the voice called.
"Now what?" Kitty asked with wide eyes.
Remy grinned wickedly. "Mon dieu, chére! Oh, oui, just like dat!"
"Remy!" Kitty hissed flushing deeply, "what are you doing?"
"Lower, Kitty, mon amour!" he started to jump on the bed. He looked up at her and whispered. "Aren't you going to help me?"
"No," she whispered back.
"So, you're a silent lover," he sighed before going back to his cries of ecstasy. They heard the sound of footsteps going away and Kitty continued their search until she finally found the box. She took out the ring and looked down at it. "Damn dat's ugly." The ring was gold with a ruby set on it. The ruby was huge and gaudy though. Remy shook his head and pocketed the ring.
"Yeah," Kitty agreed. "Ready?"
"Oui." She took his hand and phased them to the bottom floor. The two got back onto his bike. On the ride back Kitty allowed herself to do what she had wanted to do since the first time she had ridden with him. She ran her hands over his chest in gentle exploration, softly tracing his hard muscles.
She felt Remy tense under her hands as they glided over his chest and stomach. He screeched to a stop at the mansion and jumped off, grabbing Kitty and kissing her softly. She pulled away in surprise. "C'mon, petite," Remy said as she stepped away from him, "y' were teasin' me de whole way home!" She merely smiled up at him before walking in. He shook his head as he followed her in. "Anyone ever tell you dat you're a tease?" he asked
She turned with a smile. "Lance."
"And what exactly did you do ta Monsieur Alvers?"
"Nothing," Kitty said innocently. He gave her a look. "We were in the parking lot of the school, kissing, and he, um, touched something, so I phased away."
"Chére, dat doesn't surprise me. Dat boy has no concept of manners."
Kitty gasped in mock surprise. "Did you just use a first person pronoun?"
"You know what a pronoun is?" he rejoined.
"You sound like Pietro."
"Dat is just low, petite." She stuck her tongue out at him. He smirked leaning in close. "Chére, Remy's gonna have ta teach ya de proper use of dat tongue isn' he?"
"God, you are, like, such a pig!"
He chuckled. "Remy tries." He leaned in further and his lips found hers. Kitty gasped but this time his arms were around her pulling her tightly to his body. His hot tongue parted her lips sweeping into her mouth and caressing hers. Kitty moaned softly wrapping her arms around his neck. He ran his hands down her back then lower, firmly cupping her backside. This caused her to pull away.
"Remy!" she cried.
"Why couldn't you do dat in de hotel room?" he asked in mock disappointment. He then leaned down kissing her again. Kitty leaned into the kiss eagerly. He pulled away this time. "See, ma belle, dis isn' dat bad is it?" Kitty suddenly phased through his arms.
"What am I doing?" she asked aloud before going quickly up the stairs.
"Merde," Remy muttered.
Henry came into the room. "I can see what you see in her."
"D'accord, from a impartial viewer, what did Remy just do wrong?"
"Not'ing," Henry said. "But if you want her I'd recommend followin' her up dose stairs."
"De femme is just cofusin' de hell out of Remy!"
"Oui," his brother acknowledged. "Now go." Remy took a deep breath before going up the stairs. He knocked on her door.
"Kitty?" he called softly.
"I want to be alone," she said. He tried the door but saw that it was locked. He took out a pin and quickly picked the lock. Kitty was sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up towards herself with silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Chére," Remy murmured sitting in front of her and reaching out towards her. He found though that his hands merely went through her. "Kitty, dat ain't fair. I just want ta hold you. I can't stand ta see you cry." She looked at him in surprise both at the fact that he had just used her real name and the fact that he had referred to himself in the first person.
"Remy, you totally don't understand. I feel like this because of you."
"Je suis desolé... mais, what did I do?"
Kitty then stood beginning to pace. "I'm just so confused! Things were bad enough just dealing with Rogue being gone. Then I came here... things just got even harder. I don't even, like, know who I am anymore. My parents don't want me. I have no real friends now. I'm hated everywhere I go!" She turned to look at him. "Then you came into the picture."
"Remy hopes dat wasn' a bad ting."
"I just don't know what you, like, want."
"Merde, fille!"
"What?"
"Listen, Kitty. What I want is you." She opened her mouth to say something but he raised a hand. "And not just for sex."
"Right."
"Merde, do ya tink dat Remy would go through all of dis for sex. If dat's all Remy wanted he woulda gone ta a bar or someting." He reached out when she was within arms-length and pulled her onto the bed. He stretched out beside her and pulled her against him, holding her tightly in his arms. Kitty laid her head on his chest confused as to why he was being so understanding and gentle. Remy himself sighed with the simple thought: Dis femme sera ma mort.
Richard-Raven-Croft- Glad you like
Somekindafreaky- 'O great one' ya keep this up and I'll get a big head, not that I mind;) My best? And to think that I wasn't even going to post it.
Kitty Pryde2- I don't mind, I've been wondering where you were. I'm glad you're reviewing again.
Valley-Gurl101- It is hard. After you write it a while though you find yourself giving that accent to your other characters. Before I caught it I had Pete speaking with a Cajun accent for almost four paragraphs. Not to mention my original stories.
~*~
New Orleans
~*~
She's anything in the world
That you cannot explain
But when she throws me a smile
It's fire in the rain
She's a mystery
My most beautiful regret
'Cause she's a mystery
The only promise I can keep
Even in my dreams she ruins me
She's a mystery
There's no defense
It's innocence
But she won't let you see
'Cause she's a mystery
-Bon Jovi
~*~
The next morning
Remy awoke to see that Kitty had kicked the covers off. Her tank top and ridden up slightly, exposing a small amount of her smooth skin. He had to fight the urge to reach out and stroke her exposed back. She had moved during the night and was now curled up next to him, partially on his chest. She opened her eyes and saw him before reacting instinctively and phasing through his arms, which were loosely wrapped around her waist. "Mornin' petite," Remy said struggling out of bed and throwing on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
She took her things into the bathroom feeling incredibly flustered. She had actually enjoyed being held in his arms. He made her feel safe and, as much as she hated to admit it, desired. She got into a pale blue blouse and a pair of hip-hugging flares. She walked out of the room.
"Morning," she said finally.
Remy merely smiled at her. "C'mon, petite, let's go have breakfast, on Mags of course."
"Right," Kitty said with a small smile. They walked down the stairs and had a relatively peaceful breakfast before heading back out on the road. Around nightfall they were getting close.
"Ma ville," Remy called to her over the roar of the bike. After a while he pulled up to a huge mansion. "Ma maison."
"It's almost as big as the Institute," Kitty said in awe.
Remy smirked. "Oui. De t'ieves live nice, non?" He picked the lock and they walked in.
"Why didn't you just knock?" she asked.
"Why would Remy knock?" he returned.
"Remy!" an older woman called. "Where have ya been?" She hugged him before smacking him on the back of the head. "Ya haven' called since ya left!"
"Oui, je suis desolé," Remy said. "Mais, Remy came home."
"Sadly," another voice said dryly.
"`Enry!" Remy exclaimed. The two did the guy hug/pound each other on the back thing.
"Who's your friend?" Henry asked looking at Kitty with a smile.
"Dis is Kitty Pryde," Remy said placing a hand on her lower back and pulling her up to where they were standing. "She's one of Remy's teammates wit' de Acolytes. Kitty, dis is ma frére, et Tante Mattie"
"Enchanté," Henry said bending to kiss her hand gallantly.
"Where be Jean Luc?" Remy asked.
"At a meetin' for de rest of de week," Mattie said.
"How long are you two stayin'?" Henry asked.
"A few days," Remy said. "Mags sent us on a mission."
"Take de fille ta a room," Mattie said. "And take her bag, boy. I know I taught you better den dat!"
"Oui," Remy said immediately obeying.
Kitty smiled brightly at the older woman. "You, like, have to teach me how to do that."
"Come on, petite," Remy said leading the way up the stairs. With a light roll of her eyes Kitty obeyed, following him. He opened a door depositing his own bag. "Remy's room be right dere if ya need anyting, chére."
"Which I won't," she said firmly.
He opened the door next to his. "Dis be your room. Dere's a door between de two of them."
"I'm not surprised."
He just grinned "Get some sleep, ma belle. Remy will see you in the morning." He lowered his head his lips catching her by surprise. She pushed him away but he merely chuckled.
"Don't do that!"
"Pourquoi?" She merely glared up at him before going into her room locking the door behind her.
"Lost your touch?" Henry laughed as he walked over.
"Mais non!" He looked at the closed door and smiled making his way to his own room. "Ya know Remy loves de challenge. Besides, de femme est special. Remy wants ta go slow wit' dis one."
"'Special?'" Henry laughed. "Mon ami, you're fallin' in love!"
"Bite your tongue!" Remy exclaimed looking horrified. Henry merely laughed again before walking away.
The next morning
Kitty was up long before Remy got out of bed and helped Mattie with breakfast. By help she just set the table and got things for the older woman. Remy and Henry came in when it was time for breakfast. "What more can Remy ask for? Two belle femmes et food. Life is good, non?"
"Don't tink that you're goin' ta able ta charm your way back into my good graces. You're still in trouble."
"Oui, Tante Mattie," Remy said with a pitiful pout.
"Mais, I'm happy ta have you home," the older woman said taking pity on him. "Do it again and you'll be in trouble."
"Want ta get de mission over with?" Remy asked after they had finished eating breakfast.
"Shouldn't we wait for night?"
"Why would we do that?" Remy asked.
"It'd be dark," she said in a 'duh' tone.
"Yes, but at night de homme would be dere," Remy said mocking her tone. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Dere you go again! Are ya tryin' ta- Ow!" He reached down rubbing his leg.
"What's wrong?" she asked in mock concern. He merely growled something unintelligible causing a small giggle from her.
"We'll be back as soon as possible," he told Mattie and Henry. "Come on, petite." They got onto his bike, she, once again, in his jacket, and took off. He pulled into the parking lot and Remy pulled out a pair of binoculars. "I don't tink he's dere." He got off and they walked into the hotel. Kitty allowed Remy to talk to the people. He came back after a few moments.
"So, like, what'd they say?"
"No one has even spoken to him. They never even see him. He comes in and goes out through de back." While no one was watching they went into the elevator. Kitty phased them into the room. They were looking around when there was a knock on the door.
"House keeping!" the voice called.
"Now what?" Kitty asked with wide eyes.
Remy grinned wickedly. "Mon dieu, chére! Oh, oui, just like dat!"
"Remy!" Kitty hissed flushing deeply, "what are you doing?"
"Lower, Kitty, mon amour!" he started to jump on the bed. He looked up at her and whispered. "Aren't you going to help me?"
"No," she whispered back.
"So, you're a silent lover," he sighed before going back to his cries of ecstasy. They heard the sound of footsteps going away and Kitty continued their search until she finally found the box. She took out the ring and looked down at it. "Damn dat's ugly." The ring was gold with a ruby set on it. The ruby was huge and gaudy though. Remy shook his head and pocketed the ring.
"Yeah," Kitty agreed. "Ready?"
"Oui." She took his hand and phased them to the bottom floor. The two got back onto his bike. On the ride back Kitty allowed herself to do what she had wanted to do since the first time she had ridden with him. She ran her hands over his chest in gentle exploration, softly tracing his hard muscles.
She felt Remy tense under her hands as they glided over his chest and stomach. He screeched to a stop at the mansion and jumped off, grabbing Kitty and kissing her softly. She pulled away in surprise. "C'mon, petite," Remy said as she stepped away from him, "y' were teasin' me de whole way home!" She merely smiled up at him before walking in. He shook his head as he followed her in. "Anyone ever tell you dat you're a tease?" he asked
She turned with a smile. "Lance."
"And what exactly did you do ta Monsieur Alvers?"
"Nothing," Kitty said innocently. He gave her a look. "We were in the parking lot of the school, kissing, and he, um, touched something, so I phased away."
"Chére, dat doesn't surprise me. Dat boy has no concept of manners."
Kitty gasped in mock surprise. "Did you just use a first person pronoun?"
"You know what a pronoun is?" he rejoined.
"You sound like Pietro."
"Dat is just low, petite." She stuck her tongue out at him. He smirked leaning in close. "Chére, Remy's gonna have ta teach ya de proper use of dat tongue isn' he?"
"God, you are, like, such a pig!"
He chuckled. "Remy tries." He leaned in further and his lips found hers. Kitty gasped but this time his arms were around her pulling her tightly to his body. His hot tongue parted her lips sweeping into her mouth and caressing hers. Kitty moaned softly wrapping her arms around his neck. He ran his hands down her back then lower, firmly cupping her backside. This caused her to pull away.
"Remy!" she cried.
"Why couldn't you do dat in de hotel room?" he asked in mock disappointment. He then leaned down kissing her again. Kitty leaned into the kiss eagerly. He pulled away this time. "See, ma belle, dis isn' dat bad is it?" Kitty suddenly phased through his arms.
"What am I doing?" she asked aloud before going quickly up the stairs.
"Merde," Remy muttered.
Henry came into the room. "I can see what you see in her."
"D'accord, from a impartial viewer, what did Remy just do wrong?"
"Not'ing," Henry said. "But if you want her I'd recommend followin' her up dose stairs."
"De femme is just cofusin' de hell out of Remy!"
"Oui," his brother acknowledged. "Now go." Remy took a deep breath before going up the stairs. He knocked on her door.
"Kitty?" he called softly.
"I want to be alone," she said. He tried the door but saw that it was locked. He took out a pin and quickly picked the lock. Kitty was sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up towards herself with silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Chére," Remy murmured sitting in front of her and reaching out towards her. He found though that his hands merely went through her. "Kitty, dat ain't fair. I just want ta hold you. I can't stand ta see you cry." She looked at him in surprise both at the fact that he had just used her real name and the fact that he had referred to himself in the first person.
"Remy, you totally don't understand. I feel like this because of you."
"Je suis desolé... mais, what did I do?"
Kitty then stood beginning to pace. "I'm just so confused! Things were bad enough just dealing with Rogue being gone. Then I came here... things just got even harder. I don't even, like, know who I am anymore. My parents don't want me. I have no real friends now. I'm hated everywhere I go!" She turned to look at him. "Then you came into the picture."
"Remy hopes dat wasn' a bad ting."
"I just don't know what you, like, want."
"Merde, fille!"
"What?"
"Listen, Kitty. What I want is you." She opened her mouth to say something but he raised a hand. "And not just for sex."
"Right."
"Merde, do ya tink dat Remy would go through all of dis for sex. If dat's all Remy wanted he woulda gone ta a bar or someting." He reached out when she was within arms-length and pulled her onto the bed. He stretched out beside her and pulled her against him, holding her tightly in his arms. Kitty laid her head on his chest confused as to why he was being so understanding and gentle. Remy himself sighed with the simple thought: Dis femme sera ma mort.