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-Interlude-

It was late, and with all the sleep she had been getting lately, Marie was wide awake at two in the morning, she was also worried (not that she'd ever admit it). Shaking her head as she tossed her pillow across the room to land silently on the pile of clothes that belonged to her two other roomies. Standing up, she grabbed her teddy bear, and quietly crept out of her room. Heading down her hall, she paused for a moment. Thinking she decided to take the backsteps that hardly were ever in use. As she past by Ororo's door, she heard a definate giggle. She stopped for a moment, listening, she honestly couldn't help it. "Kurt stop tickling me!" With ever so wide eyes Marie clamped a hand over her mouth to stop her from busting up laughing, and bolted down the hall and then the stairs as quietly as she could.

As she got away from the stairs she whispered silently to herself. "Oh my gawd!" Shaking her head, giggling softly, she made her way into the kitchen, humming softly under her breath. Assuring herself that most people were going to be asleep. As she entered, she found the entire kitchen empty, she headed to the fridge to find something to eat. The fish dinner Logan had made was absolutely wonderful, but she had a small hankering for chocolate. Finding a piece of the chocolate cake Ororo had made for dessert she grabbed a fork and headed into the rec room to watch television. Entering, she found none other than a guy that seemed to haunt her thoughts as of late, Remy LeBeau. He was watching an old black and white movie, quietly so no one would wake up.

"Mahnd some company?" Her voice soft as she stood there in her pajama's.

Remy jumped faintly, turning his head to look at her. "Na.. Nah Chere, y'company is always welcome." He gave a soft smile, and moved over on the couch offering more room to her.

Marie sat down slowly on the opposite end of the couch, her eyes going over to the screen again. "What movie are ya watchin'?" Bringing up her legs to curl them behind her, she set the plate in her lap, and the teddy bear beside her.

Remy smiled as he saw the teddy bear, at least that was a big score. "De movie? Oh! De movie. Hustler." He gave a sly grin.

"How fittin'." She replied dryly, before taking a bite of the cake, and then offering a forkful to him.

"What, is it m'turn t'be fed?" He grinned, leaning down and taking the bite of cake, while keeping his eyes locked on hers.

Marie stared for a minute, before she turned back to television screen. "Nevah seen this befoh, who is that guy?"

"Paul Newman, and de guy right dere playin' Minnesota Fats, dat be Jackie Gleason from de Honeymooners." He glanced to the screen, before looking back at her. "Havin' trouble sleepin' chere?" Hell he knew he was. Every time he closed her eyes he was haunted, haunted by the girl that sat right beside him now. He just wanted to shelter her from the world that seemed to just continually shit on her.

She gave a small nod, looking down to her plate as she spoke. "Yea, Ah think it's because Ah've been sleepin' so much lately."

"Y'worried bout dat chip?" Well tact was not one of Remy's strong suits.

She gave another small nod, sniffling a moment and damning the tears that were threatening to spill. "Ah, Ah'm scahed. Ah don't know what's gonna happen to me. At any moment somethin' could happen, and Ah hate not knowin'. Ah haven't felt this powahless since Ah kissed David."

Without even thinking, Remy slid beside Marie, putting his arm around her, and whispering softly. "I know it's scary Chere, but remember two t'ings. I ain't goin' no where, and I don't t'ink de Wolverine is either. We ain't gonna let anyt'in happen to you."

That was all she needed to hear, and she let her tears silently slide down her porcelain skin. A hand comes up and gently wipes them away, a gloved hand. She had realized that Remy had been wearing gloves every time she had seen him. Pretty presumptious on his part,but she was glad. Burying her face against his shoulder, she could feel both arms enveloping her and holding her close. "Not'in' is gonna happen t'ya as long as dis t'ief lives and breathes. Got me?" She gave a nod, her arms moving around him as well.

After a few good long minutes, Marie pulled away from Remy, and looked into his eyes. Giving a soft sort of smile, that was sad at the same time. "Why ya so nice to meh?"

Remy stiffened and looked to the screen, both eyebrows furrowing faintly, giving his chiseled features a touch of seriousness. "Trut'?" He asked, not looking to her.

"Truth." Nodding slowly.

"Because y'be de first person in m'life dat didn't look at me any differently for who I am, what I am. Y'didn't freak out when y'saw m'eyes. Y'keep talkin' t'me once y'found out I killed a man.. De.. de fact dat after dat night in de park...." He paused, he wasn't sure how to form the rest of the words.

Marie bit her bottom lip, and continued to hold onto a breath she didn't realize she was actually holding in.

"Ever since de night in de park, y'haunted m'dreams somethin' fierce. All I could t'ink 'bout, dream 'bout." He looked to her, shrugging his shoulders. "Silly I know. Specially since you wit' de Ice-cube and all." He looked down at his hands. It was true, for the first time in his life, he wasn't going to seduce some girl away from her guy. He wasn't going to try and charm his way into her bed, he just wanted to see the girl smile, to see her happy. 'Dieu, I am goin' soft.'

Marie was absolutely stunned into silence. She stared at him and couldn't believe that he had just admitted to something like that. From all the stories that Remy had told her, from the memories (vauge memories) she had of his life, she knew that wasn't normal for him. Setting down the chocolate cake, she stared off at the television, unsure of how to respond.

"F'get it. Jes f'get what I said." A hand moving up to run through his faintly messy sandy brown hair. He had taken her silence as a dismissive gesture.

Her mouth opened, then shut again, before finally opening once more. "Ah can't." Looking back to him. "Ya just shocked me Rem."

"Shocked m'self petite." He whispered, daring not to look at her.

"Why ain't ya lookin' at meh?" She whispered, looking fully at him once more.

"Because if I do, I'm gonna wanna kiss ya." Yes definately blunt tonight.

"Oh? But ya'd get hurt."

Shaking his head, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a thin piece of silk, like that of a scarf. "Not wit' one of dese." He glanced over at her, and he seemed shy. Shy?! Remy LeBeau did NOT do shy, but apparently, he did.

"Where.. Uh.. ya.. oh.. my." Yes coherent thoughts Marie, come on! "Ya've been carryin' that around?"

"Snagged it from Stormy earlier, after she apologized f'me wake up call." He cleared his throat, looking to her now fully. "Now chere, I'm gonna kiss ya. If.. if that's all right." He was after all raised with manners by his Tante, he could almost hear her now in his mind. 'Now Remy LeBeau when you find that one special girl, you make sure you take it as slow as -she- wants. No pressurin' a femme."

Marie could feel her heart -pounding- in her ears as she watched him, staring at him is more like it. She swallowed, her mouth felt like the Sahara. She just gave a small nod, she wanted him to kiss her. Bobby was so not on her mind, in her mind, no where close to her thoughts. She just stared to those two absolutely -perfect- lips of his, and she took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling before she looked back up at him.

In less than a second, that piece of silk was placed over his lips as he leaned in and pressed his lips so softly to hers. He heard a soft gasp, and it took all of his soft control to not just ravish her lips right then and there. His hand moving up to rest on the back of her neck as he pulled her faintly closer to kiss her even further. His entire body was shaking, and soon he realized that it wasn't just his body shaking.

He was kissing her, who ever knew that a kiss through silk was almost as good as the real thing? Her eyes sliding shut almost immediately as she felt his lips on hers, as he pulled her closer, she could feel her heart pounding to the point it could explode at any moment, but she didn't give a damn. A hand coming up, cupping her cheek, she slowly tilted her head into the touch, and he faintly deepened the kiss, testing the waters.

After a few long moments of the intense kiss, they pulled away at the same moment, the silk falling between them. Red on black eyes staring deeply into green emerald eyes, both were gasping for air from such a kiss. "Wo.. wow." Marie finally was able to whisper out.

"Can.. can say dat again chere." He whispered as well, his hand moving back up to cup his cheek, thumb moving over her slightly bruised lips now, offering the sweetest and softest smile ever. At one time, one time earlier today when he had stolen the scarf, he thought that only one kiss would be enough for him, after that everything would be fine.. After that. . . 'You a fool LeBeau.'

"That's it you two break it up! Marie get upstairs to bed. Cajun, me and you are gonna have a talk." And enter the big bad wolverine, protecting his cub.

Marie let out a soft squeek, glancing towards Remy, her hand moving up to her lips, kissing two fingertips and then pressing them to his lips. She stood up quickly and almost ran out of the bedroom. "Nice knowin' y'petite. Sweet dreams" Remy whispered softly to her back, before slowly looking towards Logan. "Gonna give a man a head start t'run?"

"It might be a good idea Cajun."

Author's note: So this isn't truly chapter 8, but just so I can keep my count correctly, this will be called chapter 8. I hope you all enjoyed the small bit of fluff, I couldn't help it. Romy fluff is good stuff yay! Hope you guys enjoyed. And remember one thing people : True love does conquer all, and it's always worth the bumps along the way. This is dedicated to all the hopeless romantics out there (I am one too.).