Going... Home...?
~*~
"So you figure that you've
Got him all figured out
He's a sweet talking stud
Who can melt a girls heart with his pout
He's the kind of lover that the ladies dream about
Oh, yes he is"
-REO Speedwagon
~*~
"Dose men were watchin' ya, chat," Remy told Kitty three songs later. He was getting slightly tired but she was still fully energized.
She blushed surprised and looked in the direction that Remy was pointing. "Really?"
"Oui."
"But... why? Do they know-?"
He couldn't help it, he laughed shaking his head lightly. "Kitty, have y' ever looked in a mirror?"
"Huh?"
He chuckled now, softly. "Come with Remy." He led her to a table in the back so that they could talk. "Remy has been wit' a lot of femmes, so Remy be an expert, right?"
"I guess."
"D'accord. Kitty, you are one of the most beautiful women that Remy has ever seen."
"I'm not-"
"You are. You've got dese intense blue eyes, and beautiful face; your lips are just full enough, perfect for kissin'. You're smart as hell, and the kindest woman Ah've ever met. You have the perfect amount of curves, just beggin' ta be touched. An' might Ah say, not touchin' ya takes a lot of will power."
She placed a hand over her heart in mock shock. "Did you just speak in the first person?" she asked raising both eyebrows. He gave her a look and she giggled. "I'm, like, going to go dance some more."
"Wait." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay." She looked at him surprised before smiling and walking out to the dance floor. Remy yawned watching her as she began to dance again. One of the men who was watching her before approached but Kitty, smilingly, and gently shook her head. The man headed back to his friends who were laughing at his failed attempt.
"Hey there, handsome," a woman purred. Remy looked up smiling a little as the attractive blonde took a seat across from him.
"Bonjour," he returned.
"Here all alone?"
"Not exactly," he admitted. She followed his gaze to Kitty.
"Your girlfriend?"
He smiled. "Not exactly," he repeated.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Non."
She sat in front of him partially blocking his view of Kitty. He was surprised to find that this annoyed him. "Thanks, all the dancing can be a little exhausting. You aren't from around here, are you, luv?"
"Non."
"Where are you from?"
"America."
"Really? I don't recognize the accent."
"New Orleans."
"I hear it's beautiful."
"Can be." He suddenly noticed that Kitty was gone. "Merde!"
"What's wrong?"
"She's gone. Nice ta meet ya, petite." He stood and walked to where he had left Kitty. She was nowhere to be seen. He looked around for her worriedly when he saw that the guys were gone too. "Damn it." He walked out of the club and saw that Kitty was walking out of the alley shaking but walking tall. "Chat? You okay?"
"They were going to-" she stopped her breath hitching.
"What'd y' do?"
"I punched one of them then kicked another," she cleared her throat significantly, "you know where." He laughed pulling her against him.
"Cette ma fille," he purred. She looked up slightly confused. "You're okay, right?"
"Yeah. I ran."
"Good girl."
"Who was that girl?" Kitty asked trying for casual and missing completely, her jealousy was obvious.
He smirked. "Je ne sais pas. Didn' find out."
"Why?"
"Saw dat you were gone. Remy ran out here ta find ya."
"That's sweet."
"Oui," he smiled causing her to hit him lightly.
"Can we go home?"
"Of course." He slid an arm around her waist and led her down the street. They walked into her apartment. "You goin' ta come back, chérie?"
"I..." she paused. "I totally don't know. I mean, I really miss you guys but... I just don't know."
"Dat's okay, petite. You don' have ta decide now, soon would be nice. We could fly back tagether." He grinned. "Ever hear of de 'mile high club'?"
She smiled a little. "You never stop."
"Of course not."
"I'm going to go take a shower."
"Need any help? Remy could wash your hair," he winked suggestively, "or any of dose hard ta reach places." She laughed shaking her head.
"I'll see you when I get back." She left his side and walked into the bathroom. Images of Remy passed through her mind as she showered and continued as she dried herself off. "Darn it," she muttered remembering that she had forgotten her clothes. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked out.
Remy had taken off his shirt and jeans and was just clothed in his boxers when she came out. He looked up and his eyes flared with instant heat at the picture she presented. Her hair was wet and hung around her waist in soft curls. Beads of water still clung to her chest accenting her cleavage. He sat up slightly leaning on his elbows. "Damn," he said softly.
"I... um... forgot some clothes."
"Remy noticed," he grinned. Flushing hotly she grabbed her clothing and fled the room. When she came back she was dressed in a tank top, a hooded zip-up sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. It wasn't as revealing as the ones she had warn the night before (to Remy's disappointment), but she looked adorable in them. He smiled at the picture she presented.
"Come here, chére," he purred. She sat down and moved closer to him. He pulled her to him. He could feel her tremble as she settled against his chest. "You okay, petite?"
"Yeah."
He raised one eyebrow, not believing her. "Right. An' that's why you're shakin'."
"I'm not..."
"Yes, you are. What's wrong?"
She sighed. "Nothing." He laid down, she cuddled up to him but he could still feel tension in her shoulders.
"Roll over." She looked up at him bemused but obeyed. He moved over her, straddling her legs. She tensed even more but relaxed when his practiced hands began to kneed her stiff muscles, at first through her shirt, he then pushed the fabric up to reach the soft, flawless skin on her back. She sighed closing his eyes and giving herself over to the sensations his hands were creating. "Dat better?" he murmured in her ear causing her to shiver.
"Yeah." He moved off of her and she rolled over so she could meet his eyes. "Thank you."
He smiled and nodded briefly. "Anytime, petite chat." He looked down at her. Her eyes met his easily but he could still see some nervousness in them and... he smiled slightly wider, anticipation. He reached down and softly stroked her cheek. Her eyes widened before she leaned into his palm.
She gently kissed his palm causing his eyebrows to shoot up. He moved slightly closer, his mouth inches away from hers. His red on black eyes bored into her blue ones as his face neared hers. He felt her earlier trembling resume, but this time he knew what caused it. His mouth touch hers and she melted against him. He pulled away just slightly to meet her eyes.
"Dis what you were scared of?" he asked in a husky whisper. She shook her head and understanding dawned on him. "Remy understands, petite. You don' have ta do anyt'ing you don' want ta."
"I know."
"Den what's wrong?" He was trying hard to be patient and understanding but she was really confusing him.
"I..."
"Kit, Remy can't fix it unless he knows what's wrong?"
"You can't... I mean..."
"Chére," he murmured, "is dis all too much? Y' want Remy ta go inta the livin' room?"
"No!"
He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. "What's wrong den? Please, petite chat. Tell Remy."
She sighed looking down. "Can we just sleep?"
He sighed in exasperation. "Fine, petite chat." She moved slightly away from him turning her back on him but he wouldn't allow that. He merely moved behind her pressing himself against her back. She tensed but then relaxed at the feel of him against her. The two dozed off slowly.
~*~
"So you figure that you've
Got him all figured out
He's a sweet talking stud
Who can melt a girls heart with his pout
He's the kind of lover that the ladies dream about
Oh, yes he is"
-REO Speedwagon
~*~
"Dose men were watchin' ya, chat," Remy told Kitty three songs later. He was getting slightly tired but she was still fully energized.
She blushed surprised and looked in the direction that Remy was pointing. "Really?"
"Oui."
"But... why? Do they know-?"
He couldn't help it, he laughed shaking his head lightly. "Kitty, have y' ever looked in a mirror?"
"Huh?"
He chuckled now, softly. "Come with Remy." He led her to a table in the back so that they could talk. "Remy has been wit' a lot of femmes, so Remy be an expert, right?"
"I guess."
"D'accord. Kitty, you are one of the most beautiful women that Remy has ever seen."
"I'm not-"
"You are. You've got dese intense blue eyes, and beautiful face; your lips are just full enough, perfect for kissin'. You're smart as hell, and the kindest woman Ah've ever met. You have the perfect amount of curves, just beggin' ta be touched. An' might Ah say, not touchin' ya takes a lot of will power."
She placed a hand over her heart in mock shock. "Did you just speak in the first person?" she asked raising both eyebrows. He gave her a look and she giggled. "I'm, like, going to go dance some more."
"Wait." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay." She looked at him surprised before smiling and walking out to the dance floor. Remy yawned watching her as she began to dance again. One of the men who was watching her before approached but Kitty, smilingly, and gently shook her head. The man headed back to his friends who were laughing at his failed attempt.
"Hey there, handsome," a woman purred. Remy looked up smiling a little as the attractive blonde took a seat across from him.
"Bonjour," he returned.
"Here all alone?"
"Not exactly," he admitted. She followed his gaze to Kitty.
"Your girlfriend?"
He smiled. "Not exactly," he repeated.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Non."
She sat in front of him partially blocking his view of Kitty. He was surprised to find that this annoyed him. "Thanks, all the dancing can be a little exhausting. You aren't from around here, are you, luv?"
"Non."
"Where are you from?"
"America."
"Really? I don't recognize the accent."
"New Orleans."
"I hear it's beautiful."
"Can be." He suddenly noticed that Kitty was gone. "Merde!"
"What's wrong?"
"She's gone. Nice ta meet ya, petite." He stood and walked to where he had left Kitty. She was nowhere to be seen. He looked around for her worriedly when he saw that the guys were gone too. "Damn it." He walked out of the club and saw that Kitty was walking out of the alley shaking but walking tall. "Chat? You okay?"
"They were going to-" she stopped her breath hitching.
"What'd y' do?"
"I punched one of them then kicked another," she cleared her throat significantly, "you know where." He laughed pulling her against him.
"Cette ma fille," he purred. She looked up slightly confused. "You're okay, right?"
"Yeah. I ran."
"Good girl."
"Who was that girl?" Kitty asked trying for casual and missing completely, her jealousy was obvious.
He smirked. "Je ne sais pas. Didn' find out."
"Why?"
"Saw dat you were gone. Remy ran out here ta find ya."
"That's sweet."
"Oui," he smiled causing her to hit him lightly.
"Can we go home?"
"Of course." He slid an arm around her waist and led her down the street. They walked into her apartment. "You goin' ta come back, chérie?"
"I..." she paused. "I totally don't know. I mean, I really miss you guys but... I just don't know."
"Dat's okay, petite. You don' have ta decide now, soon would be nice. We could fly back tagether." He grinned. "Ever hear of de 'mile high club'?"
She smiled a little. "You never stop."
"Of course not."
"I'm going to go take a shower."
"Need any help? Remy could wash your hair," he winked suggestively, "or any of dose hard ta reach places." She laughed shaking her head.
"I'll see you when I get back." She left his side and walked into the bathroom. Images of Remy passed through her mind as she showered and continued as she dried herself off. "Darn it," she muttered remembering that she had forgotten her clothes. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked out.
Remy had taken off his shirt and jeans and was just clothed in his boxers when she came out. He looked up and his eyes flared with instant heat at the picture she presented. Her hair was wet and hung around her waist in soft curls. Beads of water still clung to her chest accenting her cleavage. He sat up slightly leaning on his elbows. "Damn," he said softly.
"I... um... forgot some clothes."
"Remy noticed," he grinned. Flushing hotly she grabbed her clothing and fled the room. When she came back she was dressed in a tank top, a hooded zip-up sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. It wasn't as revealing as the ones she had warn the night before (to Remy's disappointment), but she looked adorable in them. He smiled at the picture she presented.
"Come here, chére," he purred. She sat down and moved closer to him. He pulled her to him. He could feel her tremble as she settled against his chest. "You okay, petite?"
"Yeah."
He raised one eyebrow, not believing her. "Right. An' that's why you're shakin'."
"I'm not..."
"Yes, you are. What's wrong?"
She sighed. "Nothing." He laid down, she cuddled up to him but he could still feel tension in her shoulders.
"Roll over." She looked up at him bemused but obeyed. He moved over her, straddling her legs. She tensed even more but relaxed when his practiced hands began to kneed her stiff muscles, at first through her shirt, he then pushed the fabric up to reach the soft, flawless skin on her back. She sighed closing his eyes and giving herself over to the sensations his hands were creating. "Dat better?" he murmured in her ear causing her to shiver.
"Yeah." He moved off of her and she rolled over so she could meet his eyes. "Thank you."
He smiled and nodded briefly. "Anytime, petite chat." He looked down at her. Her eyes met his easily but he could still see some nervousness in them and... he smiled slightly wider, anticipation. He reached down and softly stroked her cheek. Her eyes widened before she leaned into his palm.
She gently kissed his palm causing his eyebrows to shoot up. He moved slightly closer, his mouth inches away from hers. His red on black eyes bored into her blue ones as his face neared hers. He felt her earlier trembling resume, but this time he knew what caused it. His mouth touch hers and she melted against him. He pulled away just slightly to meet her eyes.
"Dis what you were scared of?" he asked in a husky whisper. She shook her head and understanding dawned on him. "Remy understands, petite. You don' have ta do anyt'ing you don' want ta."
"I know."
"Den what's wrong?" He was trying hard to be patient and understanding but she was really confusing him.
"I..."
"Kit, Remy can't fix it unless he knows what's wrong?"
"You can't... I mean..."
"Chére," he murmured, "is dis all too much? Y' want Remy ta go inta the livin' room?"
"No!"
He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. "What's wrong den? Please, petite chat. Tell Remy."
She sighed looking down. "Can we just sleep?"
He sighed in exasperation. "Fine, petite chat." She moved slightly away from him turning her back on him but he wouldn't allow that. He merely moved behind her pressing himself against her back. She tensed but then relaxed at the feel of him against her. The two dozed off slowly.