Disclaimer: Once, again. I don't own the X-Men. Secondly, I have made a few changes to chapter two and Chapter three, not much, but still some changes
Chapter Two
His quiet arrival went unnoticed by the figure dancing and twirling gracefully across the ice.
He sat down on one of the bleachers nearest to the plexus-glass surrounding the ice rink, and dropped the small cooler he had brought with him onto the floor beside him. He propped a leather clad arm over the seat beside him,as he sat back to watch her.
She skipped and spun to soundless music. Her French braid flying in the air around her. Her arms gyratingas she moved. She fluidly twisted her body into a backwards cartwheel, landing perfectly, knees bent at the precise angle. As the music started to slow to an end; she launched herself into the air in a perfect triple Lutz, and when she landed, started into a double layback spin. Turning so fast that all Remy could see was a blur of black and green
Finally, the music ended as she slid to a stop, head bent, arms in the air, one leg on the ground, the other leg bent at a ninety-degree angle behind the first.
She was snapped out of her trance by the sound of clapping. Stunned she whipped around, the twin white stripes of her bangs flying around her face. Annoyed, she shoved the offending strands of hair behind her ear, glaring daggers at her friend lounging by the bleachers, looking for all the world as if he owned the place .
"What are you doing here, swamp rat?" she called as she skated towards him.
He merely lifted one shoulder in an elegant shrug and instead of answering, reached into the cooler beside him to bring out a cup of steaming coffee, which he waved in her direction to entice her.
As usual, the smell of fresh coffee won over her anger at him, so she skated faster. Thankfully reaching the opening leading off the rink, she rested against the plexus-glass to slip on her skate guards and then stepped onto solid ground. Remy patted the seat next to him; obligingly she walked over and sat down. He immediately handed he a steaming mug of extra large Starbucks coffee and a small box, which she opened to realize held her favorite pastry, ruggelaches.
Sighing happily, she flung own arm around his waist, to give him a big hug, her anger completely forgotten.
"Oh swamp rat, you're a lifesaver!"
He laughed; deep and throatily, returning her one armed hug. "If this is how you react, I should give it to you more often".
She disentangled herself from his embrace, picked up her Styrofoam cup of coffee and inhaled deeply, sighing happily. "Yeah right, this kind of welcome only comes once in a while, and besids, it wasn't you I was happy to see, but my coffee." she answered
Taking a bite out of her pastry, she set it gingerly down on the space beside her, next to her coffee. Anna-Marie quickly stripped off her sweat-soaked jacket, revealing a curvy, toned upper body accented by pale milky-white skin, graceful swan-like neck and amble breasts encased in a tight green sleeveless spandex tank top.
Unwittingly Remy's gaze traced the graceful line of her long neck and down to her firm high breasts that rose and fell with every breath.
Hearing her sigh, he tore his gaze away from where it should not have been in the first place and turned to face her. In their fifteen years of friendship, he had never been attracted to her or looked at her in a romantic way.
(Dieu! what was wrong with him? "
Anna-Marie not detecting her best-friend's turmoil, made short work of her pastries and coffee. Dropping the empty carton and Styrofoam cup in the trash can beside her; she reached under the bleachers for her duffel bag. Slipping off her skates, she put on her sneakers and strode up, starting towards the door leading out of the rink.
"SUGAH! You coming? We have an Oscar ceremony to attend to in four hours; we don't have any time to waste."
He looked at her incredulously. "I thought you didn't want to go?"
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Nah, I was just angry that you won the damm poker game, and here I thought you knew the inner workings of a women minds."
He stood up, picking up the cooler and Anna-Marie's duffel bag and followed her.
When they reached his black Maybac, he threw the cooler and duffel bag into the trunk. Then he opened the passenger's side door for Anna-Marie to enter, like the southern gentleman, his mother had trained him. He got into his side of the car and stared the engine. Leaving the parking lot of Vander Field arena. Turning off Sunset Boulevard, they drove down the freeway and into the heart of Los Angeles. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Anna Marie's condominium.
"Aren't you going to go home and get dressed?" she asked, as she got out of the car.
"I don't have to go home, I have all thatI need here, " he answered pulling out a small black suitcase from his trunk. "I told the limo driver to pick us up here."