Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
Shortly, Molly was comfortable and warm in Remy's bed, and Remy was beside her. He knew there was a risk of him getting sick too, but he didn't care much.
He showered Molly with attention. Not that this was ever unusual, but this was his last attempt to show her how much he could take care of her and how well he could do so before they wed. Remy didn't want her to have any doubts before their wedding day about what a good man he was for her. Sure, they'd saved each other time and again, loved each other and all that, but Remy knew how much Molly second guessed everything. He wanted her to feel secure in their relationship. To not think he didn't do X or Y right, so maybe she shouldn't marry him. Not that he could do everything perfectly, but he could do what mattered. And that meant being there for her through the good times and bad, and being her support when she was sick like this.
"Want me to rub your back? Massage your shoulders? Give those cute feet a rubdown they won't forget?" Remy offered.
"Remyyyy, I'm fine! And my feet aren't cute," Molly protested, "Maybe a little later. I know you're just being sweet and taking care of me, but you're going overboard again."
"I just want you to feel cared for and loved, that's all," Remy reached out and rubbed her neck a few moments before backing off, "And your feet are perfectly cute, Petite."
"I know. Sorry. You wouldn't be a good fiancee if you didn't," Molly softened.
"Do you want anything out of the house? Candy, chocolate, soup, tarts, cough drops, cookies..." Remy suggested.
"I shouldn't be eating a lot of junk food right now, and it's not going to make me feel better," Molly made an annoyed face.
"I guess not, but I know how much you love sugar. Just thought it would make you happy, and, really, I don't care if you gain twenty pounds, you'd still look beautiful on our wedding day to me." Remy looked at Molly with the greatest of affection.
"Remy, thank you, that's incredibly sweet, but every girl wants to look her best that day, fat or skinny. I know I'm not going to be rail thin, then or ever, but I at least have to put in the effort. I know you think...you're always saying...I'm beautiful and you love my curves, and you're right, but if I don't feel comfortable on our wedding day, satisfied and proud of myself, I won't be happy."
"I see your point, I really, do, but just remember that I love you no matter what you weigh or look like. That's what real love is, Molly. Aging, weight, accidents? It weathers everything." He held her hand.
"I know. You're right," Molly coughed again, "And I feel the same. Stuck with you through the worst of it too, right? Thanks for being in my corner and loving me even if I gain two-thousand pounds. Anyway, we're doing what I didn't want us to do. We're talking about the wedding all the time, Remy. Let's relax. Maybe you can read to me? I'd like that."
"Of course, ange." Remy got one of his favorite books, The Little Prince, off the bookshelf and started reading.
Molly eventually dropped off, which was partly a good thing, because a few minutes later, Kitty caught Remy outside the room. "Scott says there's trouble going down at the freight yard. Hustle and meet us in the garage."
"Will do, Chaton," Remy waved. He ran to his room, threw on his uniform and made it to the garage. He stood by the car with nearly everyone else, highly amused as Rogue and Piotr walked up. Piotr, going down from being armored up...with a distinct smear of someone's trademark purple lipstick smeared across his face. Rogue hadn't noticed, but either way, she was clearly flushed looking.
"Well, well, well," Remy smirked, "Looks like _someone's_ finally found first base. So, mon ami, does Rogue kiss hard like an amazon warrior or gentle like a little kitten?" Remy was going to get a lot of milage out of this. If Rogue didn't kill him first, that is.
"Cann it, Cajun. What we do 'ain't none of your business," Rogue climbed into the van. Remy got in beside her and Piotr got in beside them, wiping the lipstick off of his mouth. (Kurt and everyone else were up front, listening to the conversation with interest.)
"Roguey, I make it my business. He is your first real boyfriend, and since Logan can't watch you two all the time, you need someone keeping score and being a chaperone. Besides, Piotr is my best friend and I just want to make sure his girl is treating him right."
"Remy," Cyclops said from the drivers seat, "Don't antagonize them. We're not kids anymore. Rogue and Piotr can do whatever they want...within reason."
"Within reason being...?" Remy doled out his best 'I am going to get under Rogue's skin today' smile.
"Remy, I swear..." Rogue growled under her breath.
"All the unwritten rules we have for the students and teachers to, uh, be safe," Cyclops was happy to list them, being always like a general, "No bed sharing, no sharing a room between members of the opposite sex, chaperones if you're traveling out of state and under eighteen or a student, no sexual harassment, no being in the same room when being medically examined, Physicals must be performed by a same gender doctor, no sneaking into the showers, and most importantly, no premarital sex."
Rogue grumbled, staring out the window.
"I'm sure our little lovebirds can remember all those really, super important rules," Remy clasped his hands, looking positively faux sweet and innocent at two of his best friends, batting his big red eyes. Being a dork about it.
"I was also reciting those rules for _your_ benefit too, Remy," Scott said.
Remy's face fell, and he crossed his arms, putting his chin against his chest with a frown, turning from cheeky to sour in a blink.
"An eight-month engagement is a long time. Anything can happen," Scott went on, "You and Molly aren't infallible either. She's a sweet girl. I know you love her more than anything, but sometimes love can be reckless. Thoughtless. It can make you do things for that person you never thought possible, but it can also make you feel beyond irrational. I want you two to be safe as much as anyone else."
"And if rules don't work," Rogue pat Remy on the shoulder, smirking, "We can always send Remy to a bunch of Himalayan monks until the wedding. No guarantee he'll come back exactly the same, but I'm sure Molly would adjust."
"...Piotr?"
"Yes Remy?"
"Does Rogue like you being rough instead?"
"I know where you sleep, Remy," Rogue glared at him with the hostility of a hundred-thousand badgers.