Back at the Mansion
~*~
"We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns"
-Elton John
~*~
Early the next morning
Kitty awoke to find that Remy had his bags already at the door. "Leaving already?" she asked softly.
"Oui," he said. "An' Remy hopes it won't be alone."
"It might just be for a couple weeks," she said slowly. "But I think I'll, like, go with you."
"Glad ta hear it, petite. De jet'll be here at six." He gestured to the three bags of hers next to his.
"For one: you are incredibly self-assured, just assuming that I'd, like, go with you."
"Remy was right dough, wasn't he?"
"Secondly: I can't go away for a couple weeks with just three bags. And third: don't look through my clothes."
"For what it's worth Remy didn't look through chére's underwear drawer. Remy waited until his chére was awake." She shook her head and a slight smile touched her lips.
"'His chére'?" she repeated.
He grinned. "Oui."
"Whatever."
"Go get dressed, Remy'll get everything ready." Kitty nodded and went into the bathroom getting into an old sweater and a pair of low riding flares. She came out and packed two more bags.
"Y' know, p'tite, y' said you were just gonna be dere for a couple weeks. Why do ya need all of dis?"
She shrugged lightly. "I'm a girl," she said simply as if that would explain everything.
"Right," he said slowly. "C'mon, ma belle." He grabbed his bags and some of hers before heading out to the rental car. He drove both of them to a café where they had a quick breakfast, then to an airfield where a plane waited. He got out and Pietro sped over to them.
"Ready to... Kitty?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Whatareyoudoinghere?" She smiled despite the almost rough greeting.
"Hi, Pietro," Kitty said hugging him quickly.
"Hey, Kit-Kat," he smiled down at her. "The mansion was too quiet without you."
"Oui," Remy said with a nod. He tossed their bags on the plane. The three got onto the plane. Remy sat in the pilot seat, Pietro sat beside him, and Kitty sat behind them in between their seats. The plane took off and they began the flight home.
"So," Pietro said, "what have you been up to?"
"School," Kitty shrugged.
"That sucks," Pietro said. "I just broke up with Crystal."
"I'm sorry," Kitty said gently.
"Yeah, well, father... I mean..."
"Your father couldn't handle it?" she asked gently.
"I thought that because she knew and was okay with it that maybe he'd let us be together but..." Pietro sighed shaking his head. "I wouldn't have even cared but he said he'd kill her."
"What?"
"I don't think he'd actually do it but... I'm not sure." Kitty stood and hugged the speedster. Remy watched this interaction out of the corner of his eyes but didn't show any outward reaction. He was amazed to find that he was actually jealous. He, Remy LeBeau, the Rajun Cajun, was jealous of a mere boy over a young Valley Girl. Kitty looked over at him and could see the warring emotions in his eyes that he kept hidden from his face.
She reached out and, very gently, touched his arm. He looked away from her and focused on the sky as he flew the plane. Kitty sighed and leaned back in her seat almost pouting. Soon she had dozed off.
When she awoke she was in her old bedroom. She sat up and stood slowly before walking down the stairs. Remy, John, Pietro, and Piotr were sitting in the living room. John, Pietro, and Remy were playing poker as Piotr read. John jumped up and ran over to her hugging her and lifting her into his arms.
"Sheila!" he exclaimed. "We've missed ya."
"I missed you guys too," Kitty smiled as John sat her back on her feet. "How have you been?"
"Great," John said with his half-mad grin. "How `bout you, luv?"
"I've been good," she told him. She sat between Remy and Pietro, the two shifted their chairs to make room for her.
"You want to play?" Pietro asked.
"No thanks," Kitty said. "I don't have any money."
"We could always change it to strip poker," Pietro offered with his trademark smirk.
"That's okay," Kitty said. She looked at Remy and smiled. "Besides, I know better than to play poker with a guy who calls himself Gambit." Remy looked at her and smirked.
"Merci, ma belle," he said. Kitty watched as the boys played cards and argued amiably together.
"Kitty?" a soft, shocked voice asked.
She turned and got to her feet smiling. "Lance." She went to him and they hugged.
"What are you doing here?" he asked still surprised.
"Remy brought me back," Kitty said turning to the man in question. Remy looked up at her and offered his usual sexy smirk. Lance looked at Remy a look of suspicion crossing his face. Kitty sat back down between Remy and John this time. She watched the game continuing and leaned close to Remy to watch his hand.
He tilted it slightly towards her not bothered by her presence. She looked at him feeling slightly confused, he just had two pairs, fours and twos. He saw her look and winked. She watched as the other two searched Remy's face as they began to raise money. His face didn't show any emotion at all, unless he turned to Kitty, then his face would break out in a wicked grin. The others folded before they could get much higher and Remy grinned showing his cards. This brought on many threats and annoyed yells from the others.
"Problem?" Remy asked innocently.
"I'mneverplayingcardswithyouagain,Lebeau," Pietro snapped.
"Right," Remy said smirking. He turned to Kitty. "Want t' go for a walk avec Remy?" he asked extending a hand. Kitty smiled back at him taking his hand and letting him lead her outside. "Remy t'inks Rocky still has feelin's for y', petite."
"Maybe he does but..." she paused and shrugged. "That just doesn't matter anymore."
"Really? Pourquoi?"
"It just doesn't... and I have been around you way too long if I can understand what you're saying."
He grinned. "Remy just wants ta know why you don't care if Rocky still wants ya."
"I'm pretty much over him, I mean sometimes I, like, still think about him, you know? But usually..."
"Dat's good, chére, Remy'd hate ta have ta kick Rocky's ass."
She raised her eyebrows. "And why would you?"
"Ta fight for you, ma belle," he purred stepping closer. She shook her head and started to step away but he grabbed her arm. "Remy's startin' ta notice somet'ing, chat. Whenever Remy says somet'in' like dat you run. Why?"
"I don't-"
"Yes, you do. Why?"
"I don't know."
"Remy t'inks you're scared. Why?" Her eyes were wide as she looked up into his. He gently tugged her closer. "Scared of this?" His mouth swooped down on hers. Kitty's eyes went wide and she tried to pull away but he didn't release her. He knew, though, that if she were truly afraid she'd phase away. "Ah want y' so much, ma petite," he murmured. She shivered gently. "Ah'm not lettin' y' go, Kit."
"Remy-" His mouth stopped hers. She leaned into his arms closing her eyes tightly. He felt her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to hers. He groaned softly pulling her flush against him. His tongue parted her lips, caressing hers, causing her to press even tighter against him. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the sensations he was creating. He pulled away looking down at her as she panted trying to catch her breath. "Wow."
He smirked, all male arrogance. "Merci."
Her eyes narrowed, very slightly. "You are so-" he kissed her effectively cutting her off again. He backed her into a tree; she leaned against it and returned his kiss with all her passion. This time he was the one breathless.
"Mon dieu, chére," he groaned pulling her closer, urging her to wrap her legs around his.
"Wait." Utilizing all his self-control he stepped back slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just..."
"Y' want ta stop," he guessed.
"Yeah."
"Dat's fine," he said forcing a smile. He ran a hand through her hair tenderly. "So, petite, still scared?"
"A little," she admitted. He frowned cocking his head to one side. "Remy, I want you, so much but..."
He smiled finally understanding what was wrong with her. "You've never...?"
"No."
"Je compris, chérie, and we don't have ta do anyt'ing y' don't want ta." She smiled laying her head on his chest.
"There are times I think I might, like, be falling for you."
"Good." She looked up into his eyes and he kissed her on the tip of her nose causing her to wrinkle her nose, in a completely adorable motion, then smile up at him. "I'll walk ya back in."
~*~
"We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns"
-Elton John
~*~
Early the next morning
Kitty awoke to find that Remy had his bags already at the door. "Leaving already?" she asked softly.
"Oui," he said. "An' Remy hopes it won't be alone."
"It might just be for a couple weeks," she said slowly. "But I think I'll, like, go with you."
"Glad ta hear it, petite. De jet'll be here at six." He gestured to the three bags of hers next to his.
"For one: you are incredibly self-assured, just assuming that I'd, like, go with you."
"Remy was right dough, wasn't he?"
"Secondly: I can't go away for a couple weeks with just three bags. And third: don't look through my clothes."
"For what it's worth Remy didn't look through chére's underwear drawer. Remy waited until his chére was awake." She shook her head and a slight smile touched her lips.
"'His chére'?" she repeated.
He grinned. "Oui."
"Whatever."
"Go get dressed, Remy'll get everything ready." Kitty nodded and went into the bathroom getting into an old sweater and a pair of low riding flares. She came out and packed two more bags.
"Y' know, p'tite, y' said you were just gonna be dere for a couple weeks. Why do ya need all of dis?"
She shrugged lightly. "I'm a girl," she said simply as if that would explain everything.
"Right," he said slowly. "C'mon, ma belle." He grabbed his bags and some of hers before heading out to the rental car. He drove both of them to a café where they had a quick breakfast, then to an airfield where a plane waited. He got out and Pietro sped over to them.
"Ready to... Kitty?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Whatareyoudoinghere?" She smiled despite the almost rough greeting.
"Hi, Pietro," Kitty said hugging him quickly.
"Hey, Kit-Kat," he smiled down at her. "The mansion was too quiet without you."
"Oui," Remy said with a nod. He tossed their bags on the plane. The three got onto the plane. Remy sat in the pilot seat, Pietro sat beside him, and Kitty sat behind them in between their seats. The plane took off and they began the flight home.
"So," Pietro said, "what have you been up to?"
"School," Kitty shrugged.
"That sucks," Pietro said. "I just broke up with Crystal."
"I'm sorry," Kitty said gently.
"Yeah, well, father... I mean..."
"Your father couldn't handle it?" she asked gently.
"I thought that because she knew and was okay with it that maybe he'd let us be together but..." Pietro sighed shaking his head. "I wouldn't have even cared but he said he'd kill her."
"What?"
"I don't think he'd actually do it but... I'm not sure." Kitty stood and hugged the speedster. Remy watched this interaction out of the corner of his eyes but didn't show any outward reaction. He was amazed to find that he was actually jealous. He, Remy LeBeau, the Rajun Cajun, was jealous of a mere boy over a young Valley Girl. Kitty looked over at him and could see the warring emotions in his eyes that he kept hidden from his face.
She reached out and, very gently, touched his arm. He looked away from her and focused on the sky as he flew the plane. Kitty sighed and leaned back in her seat almost pouting. Soon she had dozed off.
When she awoke she was in her old bedroom. She sat up and stood slowly before walking down the stairs. Remy, John, Pietro, and Piotr were sitting in the living room. John, Pietro, and Remy were playing poker as Piotr read. John jumped up and ran over to her hugging her and lifting her into his arms.
"Sheila!" he exclaimed. "We've missed ya."
"I missed you guys too," Kitty smiled as John sat her back on her feet. "How have you been?"
"Great," John said with his half-mad grin. "How `bout you, luv?"
"I've been good," she told him. She sat between Remy and Pietro, the two shifted their chairs to make room for her.
"You want to play?" Pietro asked.
"No thanks," Kitty said. "I don't have any money."
"We could always change it to strip poker," Pietro offered with his trademark smirk.
"That's okay," Kitty said. She looked at Remy and smiled. "Besides, I know better than to play poker with a guy who calls himself Gambit." Remy looked at her and smirked.
"Merci, ma belle," he said. Kitty watched as the boys played cards and argued amiably together.
"Kitty?" a soft, shocked voice asked.
She turned and got to her feet smiling. "Lance." She went to him and they hugged.
"What are you doing here?" he asked still surprised.
"Remy brought me back," Kitty said turning to the man in question. Remy looked up at her and offered his usual sexy smirk. Lance looked at Remy a look of suspicion crossing his face. Kitty sat back down between Remy and John this time. She watched the game continuing and leaned close to Remy to watch his hand.
He tilted it slightly towards her not bothered by her presence. She looked at him feeling slightly confused, he just had two pairs, fours and twos. He saw her look and winked. She watched as the other two searched Remy's face as they began to raise money. His face didn't show any emotion at all, unless he turned to Kitty, then his face would break out in a wicked grin. The others folded before they could get much higher and Remy grinned showing his cards. This brought on many threats and annoyed yells from the others.
"Problem?" Remy asked innocently.
"I'mneverplayingcardswithyouagain,Lebeau," Pietro snapped.
"Right," Remy said smirking. He turned to Kitty. "Want t' go for a walk avec Remy?" he asked extending a hand. Kitty smiled back at him taking his hand and letting him lead her outside. "Remy t'inks Rocky still has feelin's for y', petite."
"Maybe he does but..." she paused and shrugged. "That just doesn't matter anymore."
"Really? Pourquoi?"
"It just doesn't... and I have been around you way too long if I can understand what you're saying."
He grinned. "Remy just wants ta know why you don't care if Rocky still wants ya."
"I'm pretty much over him, I mean sometimes I, like, still think about him, you know? But usually..."
"Dat's good, chére, Remy'd hate ta have ta kick Rocky's ass."
She raised her eyebrows. "And why would you?"
"Ta fight for you, ma belle," he purred stepping closer. She shook her head and started to step away but he grabbed her arm. "Remy's startin' ta notice somet'ing, chat. Whenever Remy says somet'in' like dat you run. Why?"
"I don't-"
"Yes, you do. Why?"
"I don't know."
"Remy t'inks you're scared. Why?" Her eyes were wide as she looked up into his. He gently tugged her closer. "Scared of this?" His mouth swooped down on hers. Kitty's eyes went wide and she tried to pull away but he didn't release her. He knew, though, that if she were truly afraid she'd phase away. "Ah want y' so much, ma petite," he murmured. She shivered gently. "Ah'm not lettin' y' go, Kit."
"Remy-" His mouth stopped hers. She leaned into his arms closing her eyes tightly. He felt her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to hers. He groaned softly pulling her flush against him. His tongue parted her lips, caressing hers, causing her to press even tighter against him. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the sensations he was creating. He pulled away looking down at her as she panted trying to catch her breath. "Wow."
He smirked, all male arrogance. "Merci."
Her eyes narrowed, very slightly. "You are so-" he kissed her effectively cutting her off again. He backed her into a tree; she leaned against it and returned his kiss with all her passion. This time he was the one breathless.
"Mon dieu, chére," he groaned pulling her closer, urging her to wrap her legs around his.
"Wait." Utilizing all his self-control he stepped back slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just..."
"Y' want ta stop," he guessed.
"Yeah."
"Dat's fine," he said forcing a smile. He ran a hand through her hair tenderly. "So, petite, still scared?"
"A little," she admitted. He frowned cocking his head to one side. "Remy, I want you, so much but..."
He smiled finally understanding what was wrong with her. "You've never...?"
"No."
"Je compris, chérie, and we don't have ta do anyt'ing y' don't want ta." She smiled laying her head on his chest.
"There are times I think I might, like, be falling for you."
"Good." She looked up into his eyes and he kissed her on the tip of her nose causing her to wrinkle her nose, in a completely adorable motion, then smile up at him. "I'll walk ya back in."