Author's Note- and now things get different.
Somekindafreaky- A spasm of joy? I like that:) I'm just glad that my kimy's are living up to your wonderful stories (a shameless hint for you to update soon)
Valley-Gurl101- For what it's worth after this chappie there aren't really many more similarities. I'm getting the story up on here as fast as I can. So many more people review on this site.
KittyPryde2- I'm glad you're back and that you like it.
StEeL PoInTeD SnOw MaN- Interesting in a good way I hope:)
Emerald Lionheart- You cried? I'm torn between being upset that I made you cry and happy that the story touched you.
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The Bar
~*~
"Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection, at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys who are naughty
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
I know I can't tame you, but I just keep trying"
-No Doubt
~*~
Four months later
Kitty stumbled into the apartment that Magneto was paying for while she was still in school. Now graduation was done. She walked into her bedroom and flopped down on her bed too tired to notice how lumpy her mattress was, until it spoke. "Hello to you too." She leapt up and backed away staring incredulously at the man before her.
"Remy?"
"Bonjour."
"What are you doing here?"
"Apparently bein' assaulted, not dat Remy minds." He grinned. "You can assault Remy all ya want, petite."
"Remy..."
"Mags sent Remy on a mission, Remy heard dat you were here so he decided ta stop by. Miss me?" She answered him by hugging him tightly and burying her head in his chest. He wrapped his own arms around her and took a moment to breathe in her scent, pleased that it hadn't changed, soft vanilla perfume, and strawberry shampoo. She in turn was taking in his scent, olde spice and cigarettes. "Yer eighteen now, right petite?"
"Yeah."
"Been ta de bars here yet?"
"Of course not."
"Bon, den tamorrow we hit de bar."
"Trying to get me drunk Mr. Lebeau?"
Remy grinned. "Non, mais Remy wants ta be de first to drink avec toi."
"Right."
He frowned slightly. "How have y' been sleepin', petite?"
"I've had some bad dreams, but..."
"Dey slowed down?"
"No."
"Ev'ry night?"
"Yeah," she whispered. He held her gently and tenderly kissed her forehead.
"You were obviously pretty tired. Want Remy ta sleep on de couch?"
"No, I slept really well when you were, like, with me," she admitted blushing. "I'd like to sleep like that again."
He smiled. "Never was one ta say no ta a belle femme." He stripped down to his boxers (black silk) in front of a very embarrassed Kitty. "You want ta get dressed?"
"Um, yeah," Kitty whispered before walking into her bathroom with her pajamas. It was only after she got into them that she remembered how revealing they were, a pair of short shorts and a tank top. She let her hair down and brushed it before washing her face. She walked out and got into bed beside him fully aware of his red-on-black eyes following her every move. She laid down cuddling up next to him.
Remy sighed softly reaching out and holding her tightly to him. He rested his hands low on her hips as she drifted off to sleep. Remy stayed awake a little longer watching her face as she slept. She looked so innocent, and he knew it wasn't just an act; she was as innocent as she looked. He wondered, as he held her against him, when he had begun to get feelings for the girl.
The next morning
Kitty awoke early to the smell of pancakes cooking. With a small smile she got up and got dressed before joining Remy in the kitchen. They had breakfast together before she agreed to show him around, not that he hadn't seen London before. They ended up at a small pub. The two sat down and Remy ordered for both of them, he got himself some bourbon and got her a rum and coke. They drank and he told her about things back at the base. "It's rather sad, petite," he mused taking a drink.
"What?"
"All de other hommes have a femme and Remy doesn't. Don' know how dat happened. Pietro's datin' dis human girl, can't remember her name, Mags ain't happy `bout dat. John is involved in dis sick triangle with Wanda and Todd."
"Todd? Toad and Wanda?"
"Oui. And Emma... and Lance."
"They're still together?"
"On an' off."
"And Fred?"
"Fred's too in love with food ta really..." He trailed off thoughtfully. "Although, Remy did see him flirt wit' dis chef at a restaurant, an' he's been eatin' dere a lot more lately... hmm..."
"Freddy's perfect match," Kitty said smiling brightly.
"What about you, petite?"
"Me?"
"Oui, any man in your life?"
"I devote my life to my studies," Kitty said dramatically.
"Remy's sorry ta hear dat, chére."
"I just haven't dated since... it happened." He laid a reassuring hand on her knee.
"Je compris," he murmured. They finished their drinks, Remy could see that Kitty was already a little drunk, as he led them back outside. "Want ta go home?"
"I want to go dancing."
"Why is Remy not surprised?" the Cajun wondered aloud. He slid an arm around her shoulders and led her to a club down the street. The two were quickly waved inside and Remy immediately pulled her onto the dance floor with him. Remy smiled hearing an old Whitesnake song come on as he pulled her against him.
~*~
"I should have known better
Than to let you go alone
It's times like these
I can't make it on my own
Wasted days, and sleepless nights
An' I can't wait to see you again"
~*~
"Nice ta see ya still dance de same," Remy purred in her ear. He felt her shiver and grinned. "Ah, chére, Remy has missed dis."
"Dancing?"
"Oui, an' holdin' ya."
She blushed. "I, like, wasn't at the base for very long."
"Oui, mais you bein' dere, it just kinda felt... right." She looked up, surprised at the notorious playboy's surprisingly sweet and serious words.
~*~
"I find I spend my time
Waiting on your call
How can I tell you, babe
My back's against the wall
I need you by my side
To tell me it's alright
Cos I don't think I can take anymore"
~*~
She looked into his eyes as they swayed together, thoughtfully. He suddenly dipped her, catching her off guard. She laughed as he pulled her back to him. "So, petite chat," he murmured huskily. "Did y' miss me?" She raised her eyes to meet his.
"Yes," she whispered. He couldn't hear her words but he saw her lips form them.
~*~
"I can't stop the feeling
I've been this way before
But, with you I've found the key
To open any door
I can feel my love for you
Growing stronger day by day
An' I can't wait too see you again
So I can hold you in my arms"
~*~
She pressed herself tighter against him as they moved in sync. She stared into his eyes hating the contacts that he was wearing and wanting to see his real eyes. "Why do you wear those?" she asked finally.
"Have to, petite, people don' like de 'demon eyes'."
"I do."
He grinned. "Oui, mais you, chat, love everything about Remy so..."
She giggled. "Just a little cocky." He deliberately pressed himself against her.
"Non, very." He saw her eyes widened as she felt his obvious arousal. To hide her blush she ducked her head down laying it on his chest.
~*~
"Is this love that I'm feeling
Is this the love that I've been searching for
Is this love or am I dreaming
This must be love
Cos it's really got a hold on me
A hold on me"
~*~
"Want ta sit down?" he asked as the song began to fade out.
"Nope," she smiled.
"Remy's goin' ta go get another drink. Be right back."
"I'll be waiting." He left her side reluctantly and ordered a bottle of water leaning against the bar and watching her move. He saw out of the corner of his eye a group of men also watching her. He smiled as he saw how unaware Kitty was of the other eyes as she lost herself in the music. Her movements were erotic in their innocence. He knew that she had no clue what she did to men. He took a drink before swaggering over to her. He held out the bottle, which she accepted gratefully. He slid it into his pocket before sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her to him.
Somekindafreaky- A spasm of joy? I like that:) I'm just glad that my kimy's are living up to your wonderful stories (a shameless hint for you to update soon)
Valley-Gurl101- For what it's worth after this chappie there aren't really many more similarities. I'm getting the story up on here as fast as I can. So many more people review on this site.
KittyPryde2- I'm glad you're back and that you like it.
StEeL PoInTeD SnOw MaN- Interesting in a good way I hope:)
Emerald Lionheart- You cried? I'm torn between being upset that I made you cry and happy that the story touched you.
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The Bar
~*~
"Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection, at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys who are naughty
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
I know I can't tame you, but I just keep trying"
-No Doubt
~*~
Four months later
Kitty stumbled into the apartment that Magneto was paying for while she was still in school. Now graduation was done. She walked into her bedroom and flopped down on her bed too tired to notice how lumpy her mattress was, until it spoke. "Hello to you too." She leapt up and backed away staring incredulously at the man before her.
"Remy?"
"Bonjour."
"What are you doing here?"
"Apparently bein' assaulted, not dat Remy minds." He grinned. "You can assault Remy all ya want, petite."
"Remy..."
"Mags sent Remy on a mission, Remy heard dat you were here so he decided ta stop by. Miss me?" She answered him by hugging him tightly and burying her head in his chest. He wrapped his own arms around her and took a moment to breathe in her scent, pleased that it hadn't changed, soft vanilla perfume, and strawberry shampoo. She in turn was taking in his scent, olde spice and cigarettes. "Yer eighteen now, right petite?"
"Yeah."
"Been ta de bars here yet?"
"Of course not."
"Bon, den tamorrow we hit de bar."
"Trying to get me drunk Mr. Lebeau?"
Remy grinned. "Non, mais Remy wants ta be de first to drink avec toi."
"Right."
He frowned slightly. "How have y' been sleepin', petite?"
"I've had some bad dreams, but..."
"Dey slowed down?"
"No."
"Ev'ry night?"
"Yeah," she whispered. He held her gently and tenderly kissed her forehead.
"You were obviously pretty tired. Want Remy ta sleep on de couch?"
"No, I slept really well when you were, like, with me," she admitted blushing. "I'd like to sleep like that again."
He smiled. "Never was one ta say no ta a belle femme." He stripped down to his boxers (black silk) in front of a very embarrassed Kitty. "You want ta get dressed?"
"Um, yeah," Kitty whispered before walking into her bathroom with her pajamas. It was only after she got into them that she remembered how revealing they were, a pair of short shorts and a tank top. She let her hair down and brushed it before washing her face. She walked out and got into bed beside him fully aware of his red-on-black eyes following her every move. She laid down cuddling up next to him.
Remy sighed softly reaching out and holding her tightly to him. He rested his hands low on her hips as she drifted off to sleep. Remy stayed awake a little longer watching her face as she slept. She looked so innocent, and he knew it wasn't just an act; she was as innocent as she looked. He wondered, as he held her against him, when he had begun to get feelings for the girl.
The next morning
Kitty awoke early to the smell of pancakes cooking. With a small smile she got up and got dressed before joining Remy in the kitchen. They had breakfast together before she agreed to show him around, not that he hadn't seen London before. They ended up at a small pub. The two sat down and Remy ordered for both of them, he got himself some bourbon and got her a rum and coke. They drank and he told her about things back at the base. "It's rather sad, petite," he mused taking a drink.
"What?"
"All de other hommes have a femme and Remy doesn't. Don' know how dat happened. Pietro's datin' dis human girl, can't remember her name, Mags ain't happy `bout dat. John is involved in dis sick triangle with Wanda and Todd."
"Todd? Toad and Wanda?"
"Oui. And Emma... and Lance."
"They're still together?"
"On an' off."
"And Fred?"
"Fred's too in love with food ta really..." He trailed off thoughtfully. "Although, Remy did see him flirt wit' dis chef at a restaurant, an' he's been eatin' dere a lot more lately... hmm..."
"Freddy's perfect match," Kitty said smiling brightly.
"What about you, petite?"
"Me?"
"Oui, any man in your life?"
"I devote my life to my studies," Kitty said dramatically.
"Remy's sorry ta hear dat, chére."
"I just haven't dated since... it happened." He laid a reassuring hand on her knee.
"Je compris," he murmured. They finished their drinks, Remy could see that Kitty was already a little drunk, as he led them back outside. "Want ta go home?"
"I want to go dancing."
"Why is Remy not surprised?" the Cajun wondered aloud. He slid an arm around her shoulders and led her to a club down the street. The two were quickly waved inside and Remy immediately pulled her onto the dance floor with him. Remy smiled hearing an old Whitesnake song come on as he pulled her against him.
~*~
"I should have known better
Than to let you go alone
It's times like these
I can't make it on my own
Wasted days, and sleepless nights
An' I can't wait to see you again"
~*~
"Nice ta see ya still dance de same," Remy purred in her ear. He felt her shiver and grinned. "Ah, chére, Remy has missed dis."
"Dancing?"
"Oui, an' holdin' ya."
She blushed. "I, like, wasn't at the base for very long."
"Oui, mais you bein' dere, it just kinda felt... right." She looked up, surprised at the notorious playboy's surprisingly sweet and serious words.
~*~
"I find I spend my time
Waiting on your call
How can I tell you, babe
My back's against the wall
I need you by my side
To tell me it's alright
Cos I don't think I can take anymore"
~*~
She looked into his eyes as they swayed together, thoughtfully. He suddenly dipped her, catching her off guard. She laughed as he pulled her back to him. "So, petite chat," he murmured huskily. "Did y' miss me?" She raised her eyes to meet his.
"Yes," she whispered. He couldn't hear her words but he saw her lips form them.
~*~
"I can't stop the feeling
I've been this way before
But, with you I've found the key
To open any door
I can feel my love for you
Growing stronger day by day
An' I can't wait too see you again
So I can hold you in my arms"
~*~
She pressed herself tighter against him as they moved in sync. She stared into his eyes hating the contacts that he was wearing and wanting to see his real eyes. "Why do you wear those?" she asked finally.
"Have to, petite, people don' like de 'demon eyes'."
"I do."
He grinned. "Oui, mais you, chat, love everything about Remy so..."
She giggled. "Just a little cocky." He deliberately pressed himself against her.
"Non, very." He saw her eyes widened as she felt his obvious arousal. To hide her blush she ducked her head down laying it on his chest.
~*~
"Is this love that I'm feeling
Is this the love that I've been searching for
Is this love or am I dreaming
This must be love
Cos it's really got a hold on me
A hold on me"
~*~
"Want ta sit down?" he asked as the song began to fade out.
"Nope," she smiled.
"Remy's goin' ta go get another drink. Be right back."
"I'll be waiting." He left her side reluctantly and ordered a bottle of water leaning against the bar and watching her move. He saw out of the corner of his eye a group of men also watching her. He smiled as he saw how unaware Kitty was of the other eyes as she lost herself in the music. Her movements were erotic in their innocence. He knew that she had no clue what she did to men. He took a drink before swaggering over to her. He held out the bottle, which she accepted gratefully. He slid it into his pocket before sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her to him.