CHARM
Marie decided to lay in the sand next to the fire and let Remy do the fishing this time. He deserved to, at the very least, since it was his fault she was stuck there. Besides, she was too tired to bother anyhow. As he was out in the water, poking at anything that moved, she did take notice to how good he looked. He was in really good shape: toned, tan, and tempting. But she would have none of it. She had a dose of his memories, she knew how he thought, especially about women. His own mind was nearly a bigger mess than hers. She didn't want to see everything, so she kept as much as she could in the back of her mind. She had enough of a time dealing with the thoughts he had of her. The pervert.
Remy was having a hard time concentrating on the task before him, missing every fish that came his way as his eyes kept wandering back at the woman on the beach. Even fully clothed she was just as tempting. He could tell when she would sneak a glimpse at him and he would smile to himself knowing that she liked what she saw, no matter how she felt. Maybe he could make the best of this. Finally he caught not one, but two with one shot and brought them back to her on the shore. But as soon as he reached her, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. Remy cooked the fish, watching over her but being extra careful not to burn himself, thinking that she looked like an angel, especially when her white streaks fell around her as she slept, almost as if it were a halo. He laughed to himself thinking how ridiculous it sounded and thought back to what people called him when they saw his eyes. So there they were, the angel and the demon stuck on an island together.
He left her fish near her, in case she woke up hungry, and laid himself down a few feet from her and fell asleep. Remy woke up a little bit startled though, to many thumping sounds. He looked over to his side and saw that Marie was gone. Scared that something had happened, he kept low and looked around. In the distance, it looked like someone was beating a tree. He crept over very quietly, when he noticed that it was her. She was hitting the tree very artfully, but she was giving it all she had, as if it were a punching bag. He went to grab her from behind, trying to stop her, knowing she was hurting herself, when she suddenly slipped down and knocked him straight off of his feet.
She stood before him, her only expression visible was her anger.
"Ah know Ah told ya not ta touch meh more than once. How many times does it take 'fore ya get it?" he smirked and momentarily enjoyed his view before he stood up.
"Desole. Just dat maybe Remy want a shot at dat tree too." she rolled her eyes and moved aside, gesturing to the tree, "It's all ya's sug." and walked back towards where their supposed camp was. He quickly caught up to her.
"What dat tree ever do ta ya anyway?" he asked playfully, but grimaced once he noticed some blood on her hands. He went to touch her hand, when she stopped and pulled her hand back.
"Ya hurt." then she looked down at her hands, not at all shocked, she shrugged.
"Need ta clean dat." he told her plainly.
"Ah can do it mahself." she argued back. But he shook his head.
"Not both of dem." he walked over and picked up the emergency kit and the bucket of water, and then walked back over to her. She sat down and held out her hands annoyed. He relished touching her skin, even if it was just to fix her up.
"So what dat all 'bout?"
"What's it ta ya?"
"Just a question, non. 'Sides ya did quite a number on dat tree, what were ya, a lumberjack?" he asked playfully. She just dead-eyed him, emotionless.
"Since ya nothin' but a thief, guess Ah can tell ya that Ah was an assassin." he really didn't see that coming. He stopped what he was doing momentarily and looked up at her.
"Who taught you ta fight like dat?"
"Mah momma." she told him with a hint of pride.
"So you use dat touch or just dat good ol' southern charm of yours?" she actually laughed. He enjoyed it though, but it quickly ended as she dropped her expression.
"Wouldn't beh talkin' 'bout charm, 'pparently ya only use ya's for one thang." he stared into her eyes smirking.
"And what dat be chere?" he asked rather innocently. She smiled seductively and closed the space between them, but turned her head and spoke into his ear.
"Love 'em and leave 'em." she whispered and then drew back.
"Ah know ya game sugah. Everythin' 'bout ya, it's stored up heah." She told him as she tapped her temple. "No secrets." his face stayed blank and unreadable.
"Dat be true, den don't ya think da Remy deserves some of his questions answered?"
"Go ahead, but Ah ain't answerin' nothin' Ah don't wanna."
"Fair 'nough." he told her as he finished cleaning up her hands and took a seat next to her.
"Ya got ya powers under control, non?" he eyed her curiously.
"Think ya already figured out the answer ta that." she told him dryly.
"Den what dis 'bout ya not wanting ta be touched? You would think dat all ya ever want." At first she didn't answer, but then she shook her head.
"Ya don't know what it's lahke. Ah can't trust mahself. If'n Ah make one slip, Ah could kill somebody." he looked at the ocean ahead of them.
"Remy knows. He blows up stuff wit dat touch. Remy slip up, everythin' 'round him blows up." she looked at him startled by what he just told her, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Sorry, Ah forgot. Ah try not ta look through all ya dirty memories." he chuckled.
"Just be happy you not psychic chere." she rolled her eyes.
"Ah might have actually killed ya already."
"So, den, why you go out fishing when Remy asked ya?" she smirked evilly.
"'Cause Ah couldn't let ya win." he turned to her smirking.
"Without ya clothes?" her eyes narrowed at his accusation.
"Think what ya want swamp rat. But Ah for one just didn't want ta be soaked all day in the only clothes Ah had. 'Sides, it ain't lahke ya were gonna get near meh ta touch meh-Well, at least that's what Ah thought until ya ran out there and stole mah fish."
"Remy was just tryin' ta help da lady." she laughed at him.
"Lahke ya a real gentleman." they sat there and watched the sunrise over the ocean.