Disclaimer: I don't own it, I wish I did. Remy woulda been in the movies from the begining.

It was late at night, and there was not a soul to be seen nor heard. One shadowy figure lurked through the institute, as quiet as death itself. Moving without hesitation, but with great care. Silence and shadows masked the figure, hiding it from the view of the untrained eye.

Moving up the stairs with extreme stealth, hesitating for a moment as it reached the hallway of the dormitory. Before the figure continued on it's way, heading towards the east balcony exit. The moonlight bathing the person gently in it's silvery rays, before the person exited, and began to move around the winding balcony, hopping over the walls that seperate the balconies.

Silently it moved to one of the doors, opening it quietly, before slipping in.

- - -

Your eyes possess me.

Your touch fuels my need.

Take me into your arms

and hold me close.

Never letting me go

Never turning back

let me be your love

let me give you my soul

feel me, need me, love me.

Make me yours.

I am at your beck and call.

All you have to do is ask.

I'd give you the world, the sun,

the moon and stars. I'd walk through

hell for you. I'd bring the heavens down for you.

I am at your command. I give you my heart. - Passions Burning Chains

- - -

He had slipped in silently as a ghost, standing by the balcony door. Allowing his eyes to quickly adjust to the darkness, he noticed two sleeping figures, seperate beds. He timed their breathing to make sure that they were most assuredly asleep, before he began to creep towards the third bed. He knew it was foolish, he knew that he shouldn't be there, he knew that he could get caught at any single moment. Logan was patroling the halls, but he couldn't stop himself.

Crouching down his red on black eyes just watched her for a moment, watching as the moon bathed her in silver beauty. His breath was caught in his throat. He had never seen such a belle femme in all his life, and of course this one was just absolutely angelic. As he had watched her tonight, she just seemed so natural, no need for pretenses, or to impress. He had never known a woman like that, they never seemed to be comfortable in their own skin. While she, who was a prisoner in her own body, seemed to be as comfortable as could be.

No woman had ensnared him like she did. Not even Bella, and for the longest time he thought she was the most beautiful thing. He believed it was love... Now he was absolutely wrong. This, what he was feeling... No, no it can't be, he hadn't even known her for that long. He lowered his eyes, his hands rolling into fists. Conflicted emotions at best were running over him, flooding him with doubt, uncertainity, and something he hadn't felt in a very long time. Fear. Fear that she wouldn't ever feel what he felt for her, fear that she would never even know how he felt. Fear, for the simple fact he didn't know what tomorrow brought, he didn't know what the day would bring with the rising sun. He sighed, almost inaudibly as he brought up his eyes to watch her sleep once more.

He had never been one to believe in love at first sight, in destiny, in fate. Perhaps luck, yes he believed in Lady Luck, he was her child in so many ways. Perhaps it was luck that brought her to him that night in the park, brought him to her. He just wasn't sure anymore. He reached out to touch her face, then paused; allowing his hand to fall back beside him. He wanted to protect her, shield her from the dangers of the world. Not because he thought she was weak, hell he knew she was strong. But because in his mind, chivalry was not dead; it was just making a very slow comeback. She was his angel, guiding him in the darkness, and once he had found her, found out her name, had kissed those lips of hers, he knew that he was truly in heaven.

'Remy, vous allez doucement. Prochaine chose que vous savez que you'll l'appelle votre compagnon d'âme. . Dieu, celui a réellement presque retenti. . Droite. Vraiment allant aliéné.'(Remy, you are going soft. Next thing you know you'll be calling her your soul mate. . . God, that actually almost sounded. . . Right. Truly going insane.) He watched her for a few more minutes, before he stood up and began to make his way to the door of the balcony once more.

"Remy?" The voice was a soft sweet spoke whisper. He heard movement behind her, and realized that his ange had woken up. He rolled his eyes, he shouldn't have come, she needed her rest. He slowly turned around, looking to her.

- - -

The moonlight etched upon his features in such a way, it almost seemed sureal, dream like. Her hand coming up to wipe at her still sleep filled eyes as she whispered softly, being mindful of her room-mates. "What are ya doin' heah?" She was sitting up now, looking at him.

He gave a faint smile, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, giving her enough personal space as he shrugged his shoulders. He was wearing a simple white muscle shirt and a pair of black work out pants. "Jes wanted t'see ya before I went t'sleep. Seem t'sleep better." He looked down at his hands, which were gloved, fidgeting for a moment as if he were shy.

Now that admission shocked Marie, but also made her feel something flutter inside of her stomach. She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, biting her bottom lip to try and calm the pounding of her heart as well as the whirlwind thoughts that were swirling in her head. Finally after a few long moments of silence, she whispered to him. "Ah didn't know that."

There was no anger in her voice, which was a good thing. Remy slowly looked up at her, and gave a soft smile. "Yea, lets m'know y'okay. I.. I.." For the first time in his twenty-one years of life, Remy LeBeau had been rendered tongue tied. He sighed, shaking his head and glanced around her room.

Moving for a moment under the sheets, she finally gets herself unwrapped and moved to sit beside him. Her teddy bear under her arm as she glanced up to him, her voice soft. "That means a lot tah meh. But Ah can take care of myself." It wasn't meant to sound chiding, but after the thoughts that Bobby had about her, it felt like she had to re-iterate it to everyone.

Those words stung for a moment, but it didn't take that long at all for Remy to recall the argument she had with Ice-boy. He gave Marie a small nod and a little smile. "Know dat petite, know dat y'strong. Don't meant dat I can't worry. After all... Gotta make sure y'survive dat way if I ever end up in a fight somewhere, y'can protect m'butt." He winked, his hand coming up and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Using words he had said to her when she was down in the medical lab, "It's such a cute butt too." She rolled her eyes, grinning brightly, as she turned her head, the moonlight cuased her emerald eyes to sparkle just faintly.

"'Bout time de petite realized dat." He waggled his eyebrows, before the smile on his lips slowly melted away. "Seriously dough, y'might not realize it Marie, but. . . Dis old t'ief likes knowin' y'okay, sleepin' okay an' all. Dey say dat worryin' bout someone is de best way t'let 'em know y'give a damn. And frankly.. M'dear I do give a damn." He gave a sincere and sweet smile.

Marie rolled her eyes, nudging him gently in the ribs, being mindful of where his clothing ended and began. "Ah do believe ya have that wrong M'sieur LeBeau, that's 'frankly mah dear Ah don't give a damn.' " Laughing softly, her hand coming up to her mouth to stifle the noise so she didn't wake up Jubilee or Kitty.

Remy hesitantly and very slowly raised his arm, and brought it onto her shoulders. They shared a look for a very long moment. Both of them lost in each other's eyes, he could feel the small tension shiver going through her, she could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

'How can anyone be afraid of those eyes? Specially if they're attached to that face, that heart?'

' Why would anyone want to hurt de bell femme? She's too sweet, innocent, pure.'

' He tries ta play it off, that he's some type of chamah, that nothin' evah bothers him. He's shown me different. Ah wondah why.'

' No one ever been able t'break down de walls like her. It was like I wanted t'instantly trust 'er.'

He took in a deep breath and let it in a shakey manner. No woman, no woman what so ever had made Remy LeBeau ever nervous, ever feel shy, but somehow this one did. Then again the rest of the women he had ever come in contact with weren't exactly like Marie. She fidgeted for a moment, chewing gently on her bottom lip. She shouldn't be doing this, she had just broken up with Bobby, Logan could come in at any moment to check on her, or Jubs and Kitty could wake up.

She began to pull away, and could see a small bit of hurt flashing in Remy's features. That caused her to stop pulling away, and instead moved in closer to him. "Ya shouldn't be heah Remy, ya could get intah trouble." Her voice still that simple sweet whisper.

"Be in trouble eider way Chere, t'ink somet'in happened." His whispered tone was filled with so much emotion.

"What.. what do ya mean Remy?" She was scared.

"T'ink de petite ange stole m'heart." He blinked, did he honestly say that outloud?! ' Dieu dat girl has got me under a spell! '

She blinked a few times, trying to grasp that and it sent an immediate blush to her cheeks. "Ah, Ah, Ah." She stuttered unable to even form a complete sentance.

"God, will you guys just like kiss already so I can get back to bed?!" Kitty shrieked, sitting up in bed grinning over at her now blushing room-mate and the guy sitting on her bed. "Honestly, I've been laying here for the past half hour listen to you both go on, you're worse than a soap opera! Kiss her!!" She threw a pillow in their direction.

Remy and Marie were both struck for words. Shaking his head, he stood up, pulling Marie with her, towards the balcony door. As they both stepped out, he closed the door behind them, only to hear the words "Spoilsports!" being hollered in their direction. They both shared an uneasy laugh, looking up into each others eyes.

"Dat wadn't expected. Dieu, 'm gonna be havin' de petite filles runnin' around in de mornin' talkin' bout me bein in deir room, den Logan is gonna have m'ass." He wouldn't let go of her hands though, holding them so gently in his.

"Ah'll talk tah Logan, Rem. Don't worray about it. Ah mean he did walk in on us when we uh... were uh.. kissin'." She blushed terribly, looking away.

"Dun remind m'petite. T'ought dat was gonna be de first and de last time I ever got de chance." He released one of her hands to stroke her cheek softly with a simple finger tip, he heard a most pleasant noise as she gasped softly. "Dat broke m'heart, t't'ink dat."

Slowly she looked back up into his eyes, her voice a whisper. "Why's.. that?" She didn't trust herself to truly speak above a whisper. Her heart was nearly in her throat already.

"Because, after one kiss, realized it. . . Just ain't enough." He smiled, that hand falling from her cheek and slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out that silk scarf.

When Marie saw that, she looked up at Remy absolutely shocked, and perhaps slightly intrigued. "Always prepahed uh?"

"I uh, well y'see.. Uh.. uh.. Ah baisez-le (fuck it). Chere, I'm gonna kiss y'." He put the scarf up to her face, and before she could even protest it, if she wanted to protest that is, he leaned in and kissed her. Wrapping his arms around her, it wasn't like the first one he had given her. From the very momeny his lips touched hers, it was full, demanding and it took her breath away. Her arms immediately went around his waist to cling to him as she kissed him back, swept up in the whirlwind of feelings in her body.

He parted his lips gently, licking the fabric between their lips, but he could still taste her which made him groan silently. For an inexpierenced girl, she seemed to know how to kiss back though. Opening her mouth willingly, she bit softly on his tongue before trying to suckle on it through that silk scarf. It was just like a kiss in the movies that get all the girls breathless just by watching. He held onto her tightly, pulling her closer, crushing her to his chest gently.

It seemed like it lasted for an eternity, but only for a few sweet long seconds and they had to pull away. Both were weakened from the kiss, not due to her powers, but the sheer intensity of it. Panting for air, neither one let the other go, the silk scarf falling in between them. Remy slowly pried his eyes open, to find twin emeralds staring up at her.

' So -this- is what swooning is.' Was the only rational thought going on through her mind at the moment. She smiled shyly up at him, and he winked at her. 'Cocky.' She laughed softly, putting her head against his chest as her eyes closed. It was a beautiful night outside, the moonlight both bathing them, as they remained happily in one anothers arms.

Finally Remy spoke, "Chere, I know y'worried 'bout so many t'ings. Dat why I ain't gonna push y' t'do somet'in' y'dun wanna do, or put extra stress on y'right now. But when de time comes, foh y'to look foh a new beau. I'd uh.. like y't'keep m'in mind." He kissed the top of her head gently.. Closing his eyes and awaiting the fate of a heart that could so easily be broken by the girl in his arms.

She didn't know how to respond, didn't even think about it like that. He was sweet to ask, as well as to wait The fact that he was caring enough to wait for her just seemed to stir those butterflies in her stomach even more. Her fingers moved against his back, over his shirt as she looked up into his eyes. Her forehead crinkling as she gave it a gentle thought, before giving a small nod. Whispering softly to him. "Ah . . Ah will Remy." But in her mind there was no one else that she could ever think about trying the big wonderful and chaotic world of dating with.

They just stared into each others eyes for a few long moments, before he whispered with a bright smile adoring his features. "Should b'goin' belle ange (beautiful angel). Got danger room sessions wit' de Wolverine in a few hours." But he didn't pull away, it was as if his body wouldn't listen to the commands he was giving it.

"And Ah got class." And she too didn't pull away from him. They both laughed, his hand moving up to stroke her hair, before he picked up the scarf and put it to her lips.. Kissing her once more, this time sweetly and slowly. He pulled away, taking the scarf with him. "See y'in de mornin' chere. Le bonbon rêve ma reine des coeurs. (Sweet dreams my queen of hearts)" He put two gloved fingers to his lips, kissing them and touching her cheek, before he began climbing over the walls to go to his room.

"Sweet dreams Remy." She whispered softly, watching him go. Taking a shuddering breath, she moved back into her room. To be barraged with two shrieks asking her ten million questions all at once. This was going to be a very long night, but damn her dreams would be good.

Author's Notes: Not going to be replying to reviews in this interlude. Just wanted to let you guys know I hope you enjoyed your dosage of interlude fluff! Stayed tuned for more good stuff. BTW the poem up in the begining is also mine, called Passions Burning Chains. Thought it was fitting for something like this.