Hmm...
Somewhere in here, I might write a lemon. So, I shall announce when,
seeing as I can't post it here, so you can mail me to request it.
-Nodnod-
Anywho, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Eh, by the
by... 'Welcome to my Life' belongs to Simple Plan, not me... It just
reminded of both of them so much! nn;
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Now, didn't she just feel like a girly-girl?
She'd
changed her outfit about three times... But ended up back what she
had started in. What was the big deal..?
About two weeks ago, Remy
had admitted his love for her... And she started to realize, she
returned the same feelings for the Cajun thief.
As for the outfit
changes, well...
They had decided to go clubbing tonight...
And she wanted to look... Nice.
She finally sighed in defeat,
going along with her usual, 'fancy' clothes.
A black dress fell
down over her legs, a dark purple blouse covering her torso. Black
gloves that reached her elbows covered her arms, and hands from view,
a gold chain hanging around her shoulders, followed by a thin, purple
silk scarf around her neck.
She smiled, as the now-familiar
hum of an engine was heard outside. She looked out to see Remy,
grinning and waving for her to come one.
She turned, looking in th
mirror and playing with her hair one last time, before running out
the door to him, and climbing onto the bike, wrapping her arms around
him tightly.
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They arrived at
the club in about fifteen minutes, deciding to drink before they
danced.
It was non-alchoholic, which dissapointed Remy, but not
for long... He was with a pretty girl... What could go wrong
tonight?
They sat down at a booth, simply talking between
themselves, Remy flirting non-stop.
She smiled softly,
watching his eyes...
They glowed profusely through the dark,
smokey club, shining brighter as an occasional light flickered down
onto them. He reached out slowly, fingering the thin silk scarf she
wore curiously.
".. Hnn," he murmured softly. She
stared. "What is it?"
He said nothing, merely
fingered the material.
".. Remy got an idea," he
murmured softly. He removed the scarf from around her neck, beckoning
her closer. When she complied, he gently wrapped the fabric around
her face, reaching a hand out to gently trace her lips with his
fingers.
Her eyes widened only slightly at his intentions,
wondering why she hadn't though of this before.
He moved his
hand to the small of her back slowly, pulling her closer to him,
before gently pressing his lips to hers through the cloth...
Matter-of-factly, it was like the cloth wasn't even there.
His
kiss was soft, but as his lips lingered on hers for awhile, it became
more demanding. He scooted closer to her, into the booth, running a
hand through her hair while gently pressing her against the wall.
He
gently ran his tongue over her bottom lip, pressing another kiss to
her lips, his slowly parting against hers.
She received it
greatfully, arms wrapping around his neck, and tongue brushing past
his through the silk. For a moment, they were alone, no one else
around to see them...
Then they had to pull back for breath,
Remy sighing softly and pressing his head against hers, making sure
their hair proved as a barrier between their flesh.
".. Ah...
Nevah thought of the before," she murmured softly. Remy smirked
slightly. ".. Dat su'prises me... Y'one helluva kisser,
chere..." She felt a bit of color add to her cheeks, though she
new it was concealed with the scarf covering her face.
"..
Wanna dance?"
"T'ought you'd never ask, mon chere,"
he replied, slowly unravelling the scarf from her features. He pushed
himself up, and reached out for her hand, leading her out onto the
floor.
A song came on, that both knew they could relate to... Even
singing to each other as they danced...
Do you ever feel
like breakin' down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow
you just don't belong, and no one understands you?
He
smiled as she turned in his arms, pressing her back to his chest. He
wrapped his arms around her waist, and continued, singing in her
ear...
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on, turned up so loud...
No
one hears you screamin'?
This was so perfect in her
mind... They'd found some way to touch, and she felt full to bursting
with happiness... They each took turns, singing one chorus at a time
to each other...
No, you don't know what it's like...
When nothin' feels alright...
You don't know what it's like,
To be like me...
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark...
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around...
To be on the edge of breaking down, with no one there to save you...
No, you don't know what it's like...
Welcome
to my life...
He bent down, gently biting on her ear with
his teeth carefully. She sighed softly, snaking her arms up to wrap
around his neck, hips still swaying to the music...
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feelin' so left out?
Are you desperate to find somethin' more, before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big, fake smiles, and stupid lies...
While deep inside, you're bleedin'?
No you don't know what it's like, when nothin' feels alright...
You don't know what it's like,
To be like me...
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark...
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around...
To be on the edge of breaking down, with no one there to save you...
No, you don't know what it's like...
Welcome
to my life...
She knew she could feel the words to this
song relate to her very well, and wondered if he felt the same way...
She didn't dare ask yet, however, and ruin the moment they held
between them...
No one ever lied straight, to your face...
And no one ever stabbed you in the back...
You might think I'm happy...
But I'm not gonna be okay...
Everybody always gettin' what you wanted...
Never hadta work, it was always there...
You don't know what it's like, what it's like...
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark...
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around...
To be on the edge of breaking down, with no one there to save you...
No, you don't know what it's like...
Truth
be told... He did feel what she felt, the lyrics described him just
as well as they described her... He'd found his one, the one who'd be
there to save him...
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left
out in the dark...
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around...
To be on the edge of breaking down, with no one there to save you...
No, you don't know what it's like...
Welcome to my life, welcome to my life...
Welcome
to my life...
She stayed in this postition, back pressed
up against him. She trailed a finger down his jaw-line slowly,
looking up at him with a wink. One look into her emerald green eyes,
and Remy melted on the spot.
He swayed his hips to the next song
that came on, the effect she had on him quite obvious as his hips
swayed with hers, brushing past the small of her back.
He
swallowed hard, leaning down.
"Sorry..." he murmured
loud enough for her to hear. "You're just so beautiful..."
She felt a blush creep onto the edges of her cheeks, turning to face
him, and wrap her arms around his neck, resting her head against his
chest.
He wrapped his arms around her waist slowly, dancing with
her as, coincidentally, 'The Reason,' by Hoobastank, began to
play.
He softly sung the words to her, loud enough for her ears
only. She smiled as he did, eyes filled with emotion as he sung the
lyrics to her... Only her...
I found a reason for me...
To
change who I used to be...
A reason to start over new...
He
smiled softly, leaning down to her ear before continuing...
..
And the reason is you.
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"..
How cheesy!" Pyro laughed as Remy told Piotr about the night
before... Unfotunatly, John had walked in. "Yo' such a helpless
romantic, Cajun!"
"Dat may be, mon ami... But how many
dates y'had dis mont'?" John stopped laughing abruptly, coughing
slightly as his face contorted into a grimace.
"Well, eh,
Ah... Screw you, LeBeau!" he snapped, turning to walk back
upstairs. Remy and Piotr laughed at him. Remy shook his head
slightly.
"I dunno, Pete... She seems s'perfect in every
way... 'Cept, 'course, fo' de fact dat we can' touch..." Piotr
nodded his head slowly.
"Sounds like you've von her over,
Rem," he replied deeply, nodding his head in thought. "Ze
best thing you can do is continue vith vhat is happening, and hope
for ze very best..."
Gambit nodded his head with a sigh,
leaning back in his chair.
"It's just so hard..."
"I
understand," Piotr replied. "But if you love her... You
vill continue on vith her, no matter vhat ze complication..."
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.. She wished she was deaf as she was
telling Kitty about her night... she all but squealed with
excitement... She was happy none of the other X-girls had heard
her.
"That's, like, so sweet!" Rogue smirked softly. "..
It was..."
"And he kissed you?"
".. Mo'
like invaded mah entire mouth," she replied with a sheepish
grin, coughing slightly. Kitty giggled girlishy. "You, are, so,
lucky!" she said, laughing.
Rogue nodded, letting a
slight laugh escape her lips.
".. Ah am, aren't Ah..?"
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Author's Note:
Yeh, that
chapter seemed kinda pointless, but, I liked it anyways... It leads
into something bigger... MUCH bigger, and it'll explain a lot of
things to yous peoples. -Nods- So, stick around. Next chapter coming
to a theater near you!
