School and Poker
~*~
Rescue me from the mire, whisper words of desire
Rescue me - darling rescue me
With your arms open wide, want you here by my side
Come to me - darling rescue me
When this world's closing in
There's no need to pretend
Set me free - darling rescue me
-Bryan Adams
~*~
Later that night
"Bed, now!" Sabretooth growled opening the door. Remy blinked startled before grinning at the older man.
"Funny, Remy t'ought he was in bed," the Cajun said.
"The tutor is coming tomorrow," Magneto said walking over. "Shadowcat needs to sleep."
Remy looked at the girl who was still curled up next to him. "And what is she doin' now?"
"That Sheila would sleep through anythin'," John said walking over. Kitty opened her eyes and blinked a few times before focusing on the three men in the doorway.
"Go away," she said before burying her head in Remy's chest. Remy gently detangled himself before giving Kitty a soft kiss. He ushered the others out of the room before turning back looking at Kitty who was trying to make herself comfortable in the big bed alone.
"Bon nuit, ma chére," he called.
The next morning
Kitty woke early as usual and went down the stairs pouring herself a bowl of cereal. "Morning," she said to Wanda as the Goth joined her grabbing some chocolate pop tarts and plopping down across from her. Kitty stifled a giggle seeing that Wanda was dressed in a Garfield nightgown. Wanda glared at her and Kitty tried to smother her smile. "Um... sorry." Remy came in and started some coffee.
"Mornin', ladies," he grinned. He sat down next to Kitty scooting his chair closer so that he was invading her personal space. "You two look most enchanting dis morning."
"Bite me," Wanda said glaring at him.
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Good morning to you too." He smiled at Kitty. "How do ya feel dis mornin'?"
"Fine," Kitty said after swallowing a bite of her Lucky Charms. John came in and grabbed a cup of the coffee that Remy just made getting a cup for the Cajun as well. He flopped down beside Wanda.
"Mornin'," he muttered taking a deep drink.
"Ready fo' class?" Remy smirked.
"We have class?" John asked looking horrified.
"Non," Remy said. "*You* have class."
"How old are you, Rem?" Kitty asked.
He smiled at the nickname. "Twenty," he supplied before smiling. "Derefore... you be jailbait."
"Ah, but you would actually have to have, like, gotten somewhere for that," Kitty teased. This caused John to burst out into loud laughter.
"Dat hurts," Remy said pouting. Piotr came down the stairs and sat down wordlessly. "Bonjour, Petey."
Piotr glared down at the Cajun. "How many times must I tell you, comrade?" Piotr said. "Do not call me that. Piotr, or Peter are fine."
Remy made his eyes wide with innocence. "Mais, you look much more like a Petey," Remy grinned. Piotr shook his head.
"The tutor is here when you're finished breakfast," Mastermind said as he passed by. John sighed as though he were about to walk into certain death and led the way into the study for Kitty and Wanda.
That afternoon
Kitty walked into the living room plopping down next to Remy. "John is an idiot."
"Remy could have tol' ya dat, chat," the man beside her laughed.
"He nearly caught the teacher on fire!" she exclaimed.
Remy chuckled. "Dat does not surprise Remy. Other den dat, how'd your day go?"
"It was long."
He leered at her. "Want Remy ta help ya unwind?"
Kitty merely laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, Remy but I know what your methods are."
"Dere is no better relaxer out dere, petite." He laid a hand on her thigh. "Ya sure ya don' want ta try?"
"Yes."
"Dommage." She stuck her tongue out at him. Smirking, Remy leaned in and kissed her, coaxing her mouth open with his. Kitty whimpered in the back of her throat wrapping her one arm around his neck and running her other hand through his hair. He pulled away grinning. "See, petite, you're already relaxed."
She merely looked at him for a few seconds before speaking. "Right."
He ran a hand through her bangs before pulling her scrunchie out of her hair. "Remy likes dis look much better."
"Right, note to self, keep hair up."
"How is someone so belle so sarcastic?" he sighed.
"Practice," Kitty smiled. He shook his head before leaning in and kissing her again. Remy's hand, which was still lying on her thigh, began its move upwards caressing her leg. He smirked seeing Kitty unconsciously spreading her legs for him. He began to caress her through her jeans.
Kitty moaned into his mouth. He arranged her so she was now lying under him. He began to move down her neck alternating between feather light kisses and soft nips. "Rem," Kitty whispered. He smiled loving the breathy tone of her voice when she said his name. Suddenly he fell onto the couch. He sat up annoyed.
"Damn it, Kitty!" he exclaimed. "A simple 'no' or 'stop' would suffice." She smiled sheepishly, now standing beside the couch and pointed behind them where John, Wanda, and Piotr stood. John was laughing while Wanda hid a smirk and Piotr merely shook his head.
"Now we're never going to be able to sit on that couch again," John said in mock sadness.
"We had our clothes on," Remy protested.
"Thank God!" Wanda exclaimed with a shudder.
"What do you guys sat ta a game o' poker later?" Remy asked with a sudden grin. "Girl's verses boys."
"You outnumber us," Kitty pointed out.
"I do not play," Piotr said.
"I don't have any money," Wanda said.
"Who said we're playing for money?" John smirked.
Late that night
"I can't believe we let ourselves be talked into this," Kitty shivered since she was left in her bra and jeans.
"*You* talked me into this," the Goth accused.
"Dissension in the ranks," John sighed shaking his head in mock- disappointment with the girls. The boys were left in just their jeans.
"You can always bow out," Remy said as he dealt.
"Not happening," Kitty said picking her cards up.
"As you wish, ma belle," he grinned. After the boys lost the next game leaving both in their boxers. Kitty and Wanda both began laughing. Remy merely looked at his friends and shook his head.
"What?" Pyro asked seeing their gaze upon him.
"Batman, John?" Wanda asked trying to stifle her giggles (yes people, Wanda is giggling).
"What?" John asked again. "They're clean!" Kitty rolled her eyes as she shuffled. The boys won this game leaving the girls in their underwear. Remy allowed his eyes to sweep over Kitty's exposed form happy that it was so cold in the room for once.
"Trés, trés belle," Remy purred. Kitty glared at him seeing him ogling her body. Deciding that she had had enough of him taking all the initiative Kitty stared down at her cards as she rubbed her foot softly up his leg. Remy tensed slightly as he looked at the girl sitting across from him. /She couldn't-/ all thought fled his mind as Kitty's foot caressed his upper thigh. "I fold," he said throwing down his cards and leaving. Kitty giggled as the others looked at her questioning.
"Maybe he had a bad hand," Kitty said innocently.
"Right," Wanda said gabbing her clothes and throwing them on to an audible sigh of disappointment from John. Kitty put on her own clothes and grabbed Remy's before going up to the Cajun's room. She knocked not receiving an answer. Shaking her head she phased in. Remy grabbed her once she was solid and pulled her to him his mouth devouring hers. Kitty tilted her head up returning his kiss.
"Remy," she said laying a hand on his chest and gently pushing him away.
"What?" he asked blinking.
"Nothing, you just might, um, want these," she held out his clothes which he took before throwing them to the ground and backing her against the door kissing her hungrily. Kitty moaned softly at the sheer lust and hunger in the kiss.
"Mon dieu, chat," he murmured. "Do y' know what y' do ta me?"
Kitty giggled. "I can kind of feel it." Remy chuckled, a deep throaty sound. He looked down at Kitty; red eyes meeting blue.
"Do y' want ta leave?" he murmured.
"No," she told him meeting his eyes evenly. "I never want to leave."
"Dat's good," he said grinning. "`Cause Remy is never gonna let you go." He swept her off of her feet and laid her on his bed.
~*~
Rescue me from the mire, whisper words of desire
Rescue me - darling rescue me
With your arms open wide, want you here by my side
Come to me - darling rescue me
When this world's closing in
There's no need to pretend
Set me free - darling rescue me
-Bryan Adams
~*~
Later that night
"Bed, now!" Sabretooth growled opening the door. Remy blinked startled before grinning at the older man.
"Funny, Remy t'ought he was in bed," the Cajun said.
"The tutor is coming tomorrow," Magneto said walking over. "Shadowcat needs to sleep."
Remy looked at the girl who was still curled up next to him. "And what is she doin' now?"
"That Sheila would sleep through anythin'," John said walking over. Kitty opened her eyes and blinked a few times before focusing on the three men in the doorway.
"Go away," she said before burying her head in Remy's chest. Remy gently detangled himself before giving Kitty a soft kiss. He ushered the others out of the room before turning back looking at Kitty who was trying to make herself comfortable in the big bed alone.
"Bon nuit, ma chére," he called.
The next morning
Kitty woke early as usual and went down the stairs pouring herself a bowl of cereal. "Morning," she said to Wanda as the Goth joined her grabbing some chocolate pop tarts and plopping down across from her. Kitty stifled a giggle seeing that Wanda was dressed in a Garfield nightgown. Wanda glared at her and Kitty tried to smother her smile. "Um... sorry." Remy came in and started some coffee.
"Mornin', ladies," he grinned. He sat down next to Kitty scooting his chair closer so that he was invading her personal space. "You two look most enchanting dis morning."
"Bite me," Wanda said glaring at him.
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Good morning to you too." He smiled at Kitty. "How do ya feel dis mornin'?"
"Fine," Kitty said after swallowing a bite of her Lucky Charms. John came in and grabbed a cup of the coffee that Remy just made getting a cup for the Cajun as well. He flopped down beside Wanda.
"Mornin'," he muttered taking a deep drink.
"Ready fo' class?" Remy smirked.
"We have class?" John asked looking horrified.
"Non," Remy said. "*You* have class."
"How old are you, Rem?" Kitty asked.
He smiled at the nickname. "Twenty," he supplied before smiling. "Derefore... you be jailbait."
"Ah, but you would actually have to have, like, gotten somewhere for that," Kitty teased. This caused John to burst out into loud laughter.
"Dat hurts," Remy said pouting. Piotr came down the stairs and sat down wordlessly. "Bonjour, Petey."
Piotr glared down at the Cajun. "How many times must I tell you, comrade?" Piotr said. "Do not call me that. Piotr, or Peter are fine."
Remy made his eyes wide with innocence. "Mais, you look much more like a Petey," Remy grinned. Piotr shook his head.
"The tutor is here when you're finished breakfast," Mastermind said as he passed by. John sighed as though he were about to walk into certain death and led the way into the study for Kitty and Wanda.
That afternoon
Kitty walked into the living room plopping down next to Remy. "John is an idiot."
"Remy could have tol' ya dat, chat," the man beside her laughed.
"He nearly caught the teacher on fire!" she exclaimed.
Remy chuckled. "Dat does not surprise Remy. Other den dat, how'd your day go?"
"It was long."
He leered at her. "Want Remy ta help ya unwind?"
Kitty merely laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, Remy but I know what your methods are."
"Dere is no better relaxer out dere, petite." He laid a hand on her thigh. "Ya sure ya don' want ta try?"
"Yes."
"Dommage." She stuck her tongue out at him. Smirking, Remy leaned in and kissed her, coaxing her mouth open with his. Kitty whimpered in the back of her throat wrapping her one arm around his neck and running her other hand through his hair. He pulled away grinning. "See, petite, you're already relaxed."
She merely looked at him for a few seconds before speaking. "Right."
He ran a hand through her bangs before pulling her scrunchie out of her hair. "Remy likes dis look much better."
"Right, note to self, keep hair up."
"How is someone so belle so sarcastic?" he sighed.
"Practice," Kitty smiled. He shook his head before leaning in and kissing her again. Remy's hand, which was still lying on her thigh, began its move upwards caressing her leg. He smirked seeing Kitty unconsciously spreading her legs for him. He began to caress her through her jeans.
Kitty moaned into his mouth. He arranged her so she was now lying under him. He began to move down her neck alternating between feather light kisses and soft nips. "Rem," Kitty whispered. He smiled loving the breathy tone of her voice when she said his name. Suddenly he fell onto the couch. He sat up annoyed.
"Damn it, Kitty!" he exclaimed. "A simple 'no' or 'stop' would suffice." She smiled sheepishly, now standing beside the couch and pointed behind them where John, Wanda, and Piotr stood. John was laughing while Wanda hid a smirk and Piotr merely shook his head.
"Now we're never going to be able to sit on that couch again," John said in mock sadness.
"We had our clothes on," Remy protested.
"Thank God!" Wanda exclaimed with a shudder.
"What do you guys sat ta a game o' poker later?" Remy asked with a sudden grin. "Girl's verses boys."
"You outnumber us," Kitty pointed out.
"I do not play," Piotr said.
"I don't have any money," Wanda said.
"Who said we're playing for money?" John smirked.
Late that night
"I can't believe we let ourselves be talked into this," Kitty shivered since she was left in her bra and jeans.
"*You* talked me into this," the Goth accused.
"Dissension in the ranks," John sighed shaking his head in mock- disappointment with the girls. The boys were left in just their jeans.
"You can always bow out," Remy said as he dealt.
"Not happening," Kitty said picking her cards up.
"As you wish, ma belle," he grinned. After the boys lost the next game leaving both in their boxers. Kitty and Wanda both began laughing. Remy merely looked at his friends and shook his head.
"What?" Pyro asked seeing their gaze upon him.
"Batman, John?" Wanda asked trying to stifle her giggles (yes people, Wanda is giggling).
"What?" John asked again. "They're clean!" Kitty rolled her eyes as she shuffled. The boys won this game leaving the girls in their underwear. Remy allowed his eyes to sweep over Kitty's exposed form happy that it was so cold in the room for once.
"Trés, trés belle," Remy purred. Kitty glared at him seeing him ogling her body. Deciding that she had had enough of him taking all the initiative Kitty stared down at her cards as she rubbed her foot softly up his leg. Remy tensed slightly as he looked at the girl sitting across from him. /She couldn't-/ all thought fled his mind as Kitty's foot caressed his upper thigh. "I fold," he said throwing down his cards and leaving. Kitty giggled as the others looked at her questioning.
"Maybe he had a bad hand," Kitty said innocently.
"Right," Wanda said gabbing her clothes and throwing them on to an audible sigh of disappointment from John. Kitty put on her own clothes and grabbed Remy's before going up to the Cajun's room. She knocked not receiving an answer. Shaking her head she phased in. Remy grabbed her once she was solid and pulled her to him his mouth devouring hers. Kitty tilted her head up returning his kiss.
"Remy," she said laying a hand on his chest and gently pushing him away.
"What?" he asked blinking.
"Nothing, you just might, um, want these," she held out his clothes which he took before throwing them to the ground and backing her against the door kissing her hungrily. Kitty moaned softly at the sheer lust and hunger in the kiss.
"Mon dieu, chat," he murmured. "Do y' know what y' do ta me?"
Kitty giggled. "I can kind of feel it." Remy chuckled, a deep throaty sound. He looked down at Kitty; red eyes meeting blue.
"Do y' want ta leave?" he murmured.
"No," she told him meeting his eyes evenly. "I never want to leave."
"Dat's good," he said grinning. "`Cause Remy is never gonna let you go." He swept her off of her feet and laid her on his bed.