Afternoon
"Sometimes I wonder
How I'd ever make it through
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn't have a clue
Sometimes it seems like this world's closing in on me
And there's no way of breaking free
Then I see you reach out for me, oh
Sometimes I wanna give up
Wanna give in
Wanna quit the fight
Then one look at you baby
Can make everything all right
Make everything all right
When I see you smile
I can face the world
Oh, you know I can do anything"
-Uncle Sam
Remy woke Kitty by kissing her forehead. "Hi."
"Hey," he smiled and brushed her hair back from her face. "Do ya feel okay, petite?"
"My legs hurt a little but I'm fine," Kitty said. "I never expected it to be like that."
"Me either."
Kitty smiled teasingly. "What? Oh come on, Rem, I'm sure you've done this enough."
"Obviously not. What we had, chat... dat was incredible. Sex has never been dat good." He paused thoughtfully, still absently playing with her hair. "Maybe dat be why."
"What?"
"De fact dat before it was just sex, but avec toi... dat was different." Kitty cocked her head to one side.
"Different how?"
"Ah care about y', more den Ah've ever let myself care about a femme." Kitty smiled. That hadn't been exactly what she had wanted to hear but it was close. She sat up stretching her legs experimentally.
"Ow."
Remy ran a hand over her legs soothingly then smiled brightly. "We need a shower."
Her eyes widened almost comically. "We?"
"Yes, as in you an' Remy. Together." He smiled and tenderly kissed her. "What do y' say?" She smiled back and got up. They walked into the bathroom, careful to not be seen. Much to Kitty's shock he barely touched her inappropriately. "Don' want to hurt ya," he said at her confused look as he gently toweled her off.
"You're sweet." She returned the favor and her hand came in contact with his erection and she saw him bite his lip and close his eyes. Remy himself was beginning to have trouble controlling his urge to take her. He was completely shocked when her hand encircled him tightly. His knees almost gave out as her hands began to pump him lightly.
"Mon Dieu." His shock grew when she dropped down on her knees before him. "Kit, petite, you don't have ta do dis."
She looked up into his eyes from her spot on the ground. "I, like, want to." Hearing her say that actually moved him. It hit him suddenly that this was a woman that he could really fall in love with. Her mouth touched him and he already felt close to the edge. Her tongue moved over him and his hips bucked unconsciously. She began to move her head in a steady rhythm that he quickly picked up. His hand laced itself through her hair.
"Chat, Ah'm so close..." Kitty hummed a little sending him over the edge. She choked a little but managed to swallow all of his essence. "Oh, damn..."
"So, how'd I do?" Kitty asked her eyes bright. Remy pulled her up and devoured her mouth with his. "I'm going to take that as a 'good.'"
"Dat's an understatement," Remy murmured trying to slow his own breathing. "An' when y'r feelin' better Remy can return de favor."
Kitty smiled. "I'll look forward to that." They snuck back into their rooms where they got dressed. The two then walked down the stairs together. Pietro and John were playing a video game when they arrived. They paused the game and turned beginning to clap slowly. Kitty's eyes widened and Remy shrugged before bowing. Kitty elbowed him.
"Ow!" he rubbed his side.
Pietro looked at them raising an eyebrow and smirking mischievously. "I hope you two realize that your room is right beside ours. That was really something to wake up to."
"You... you could hear us?" Kitty asked.
"Loud an' clear, luv," John said.
"I could repeat every word you were yelling verbatim if you want," Pietro said innocently.
"Please don't," Kitty said absolutely mortified.
"Ignore dem, petite," Remy said tugging her closer. "Dey're just jealous." He glared at the two men who looked back at him with identical innocent expressions on their faces.
"Whatever," Kitty said lightly. "I'm going shopping." She looked up at Remy with big eyes.
"Y' want Remy ta take y'?"
"I could comment," Pietro said.
"Zip it, speedy," Remy growled. "C'mon, chére." He led her out of the house and to a car.
"This is Pietro's," Kitty pointed out.
Remy grinned. "Je sais." He leaned opened the door for her. "Speedy shouldn't leave de keys just lyin' around."
"You're going to steal his car," Kitty sounded torn between amusement and censure.
"Steal?" Remy asked raising an eyebrow. "Mais non! Remy's just borrowin' it. Wit'out permission perhaps but still borrowing. Y' feel better?"
"Much," Kitty said. "The shower helped a lot."
"Good." He started the car. "Seatbelt, chére." She buckled her seatbelt just in time for him to take off.