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.

Remy:

After dinner, Molly and Remy went to her room and cuddled on the bed. "Uh, so I was thinking we could try to make it back to New Orleans after this wedding thing blows by," Remy said conversationally.

"That sounds nice, but I'd rather wait a little while. It's been a busy couple months so far and traveling doesn't sound very appealing right now." Molly smiled.

"That's the in the past. Come on, don't you want to get away from all this craziness. Even for a week?" Remy said.

"I'll think about it," Molly said.

Remy hugged her as they lay propped up, side-by-side.
"You're my whole world, you know that?" Remys husky voice was somber.

"I am _not_ your whole world," Molly smirked, "You have friends, you have a life, a job. I'm just a part of the bigger picture."

"Okay, but you're a very, very important part of that bigger picture," Remy said, "Without you, I may not have had a reason to stay around here. I wouldn't have had a reason to prove my self-worth to everyone."

"Well...you had reasons to join before you met me. If I hadn't been around, it's possible you would have found someone else and proven yourself anyway," Molly said.

"Sweetheart, no. They didn't like me very much then. They didn't trust me. Even if I had found some other girlfriend, she wouldn't have really meant anything. She...she wouldn't have been you. You were the first girl to make me fight for you. You didn't take any of my flirting crap as serious, you saw who I really was; A cad who needed a wake up call. Shy as you were, you still dug your heels in and didn't let me make you love me. For the first time I had to learn what it meant to get to know someone and fall in love with them first. With you, nothing was handed to me. I had to work for it. To gain your friendship, then to gain your trust, then I had the rug pulled out from under me because I fell in love. So you, cherie, are wrong. Eventually I stayed for the greater good, but initially, I think I stayed because you were so intriguing for me," Remy smiled.

"...Who uses words like cad anymore?" Molly stared at him blankly.

Jeez. Dating this long and the girl just didn't change.

"I'm kidding!" Molly laughed at Remys raised eyebrow, "I understand exactly what you mean. I guess for once my stubbornness came in handy. Besides, I never in a million years thought I could hook someone like you. With your good looks and the muscles and all your smarts. Charming and funny. I know we fight sometimes, but in the end we always make up."

"Always," Remy smiled. He kissed Molly for what felt like a long time.

"Anyway," Molly said, "Um, what's with all the sentimentality? You're not usually this, uh, wordy. Dreamy. Happy."

"Life is short," Remy smiled, "You mean a lot to me."

Molly suddenly got angry, bolting upright to face him, a flurry of emotion. "I swear, if you're dying or something I'll kill you myself! You're scaring me!" Molly was practically in tears yet again.

"Jeez, girl," Remy held up his hands, "You sure know how to make a man feel loved. I'm not dying, I'm perfectly fine.
Can't I just be in a sentimental, happy mood without you jumping to conclusions?"

Molly relaxed again, getting back into his arms. "Uh...sorry. I just...you've never seemed like this before. I mean, not for a long time. Not since...you know...that day you told me you loved me," Molly blushed.

"I see. Well I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Remy kissed her sweetly. Her mouth was so warm. Remy rubbed at her neck, then held her hands, ending the kiss.

"Hey," Molly looked mischievous, "You wanna do that thing I like? You know, _that_ kissing technique?"

"Mmm. Haven't done that one in a while," Remy smiled. He brushed some hair away from her ear, blowing into it. Then he started up her neck, then around her jaw, finally ending at her lips. Then Remy gently sucked and bit on her lower lip, letting his tongue roll over her lips just a little. Remy went on to nuzzle her face with his nose. Butterfly kisses and a little more playing with her mouth. It made his own heart pound, with chills up his spine, looking into her eyes like that. She was so beautiful, and so thrilling looking for him. Remy would've been content to kiss her all night, but he had to keep himself in check. That girl revealed passions in him he didn't know were there. Remy stopped.

Molly snuggled into Remys chest, "I love it when you do that."

"And I love it when you enjoy that," Remy rubbed her back.

"Ah, so," Molly looked shy, "You sure have nice muscles."

"You're always looking for a way to cop a feel," Remy smirked, "You know you never have to ask. You can touch me anytime." He curled his arm, making a very attractive looking bicep form out, strong and hard looking.

Molly had a dreamy, happy look on her face. She reached out and ran her hand over Remys arm, giving it a good squeeze...then another...and another. "Mmm! Ohh Remy. Ooooh _Remy_! You make me feel so, well, you know," Molly blushed.

"Yeah, I _know_," Remy smirked, "You're radiating lust right now...and that's alright."

Molly kept running her hands over his arms, then a little on his chest. She nuzzled and kissed his neck, practically laying on top of him. Remy was feeling really good about it all too...really good. Molly let her head settle into his chest, right over his heart. "I think we kind of, uh, got intense there," Molly said.

"It wasn't light," Remy smiled.

"Not light, but not really hot and heavy either," Molly giggled.

"It was a nice balance," Remy stroked her hair, "Personal, intense, but not crossing the line."

"And I anticipate crossing that line," Remy smiled said quietly.

"Um, I'd better get some laundry started," Molly sat up.

"Molly, come _on_! We've talked about this kind of stuff before," Remy smiled.

"Yeah, _before_ we started going out...and after, I guess. Okay, nevermind!" Molly said.

"What's the matter? You shouldn't be embarrassed, not after everything we've gone through before. The things we've talked about." Remy said.

"No...just feeling awkward. I mean, what's there to talk about? What do you _want_ to talk about?" Molly was seeming a little apprehensive.

"I don't know. I mean, I'm sure it's all a long way off. I guess what your expectations are. What you might want from me. What you'd like to see me _wearing_?" Remy smirked in an interesting way.

Molly gulped. "Jeez, I don't know, Remy. Nice boxers. R-red or something." Molly nervously played with her hair.

"I guess...I guess couples have to talk about this stuff sometime," Remy said, "I suppose on our, uh, wedding night I would want to take things slow at first. Not rushing anything. My expectations are simple-to see you in lingerie, then nothing, then try to get to know what you, uh, like."

Molly giggled nervously.

"Yeah, laugh now," Remy blushed, rolling his eyes, "We'll see how much you're laughing when I'm awkwardly groping around and making a clumsy fool out of myself. It's not going to be amazing and magical, everything's going to be weird. I'll probably end up breaking your leg or something."

"You? Mr. flirty romantic? I highly doubt it," Molly scoffed, though still blushing bright pink.

"Cherie it's...you know. I've never done it before. Women always think men are in control of that kind of thing and that they aren't nervous and they know exactly what they're doing, but we're all as clueless and nervous as you are-though we know from experience that I won't be nervous," Remy said, referring to the first time they had gotten carried away in their emotions, but nothing had actually happened. Remy was starting to relax since the conversation wasn't personal and descriptive, it was just silly and anxious. Which was surprising, with how seriously took their relationship and that particular subject.

"Well the human race has survived all these years, so I guess you just kind of work past all that," Molly smiled.

"Anyway, I'm not going to expect much from you because I know you'll be more nervous than I will," Remy said, "I'm sure you'll be, like, good at it and all, but since it's going to be new for you too, I don't think it's fair to really expect anything from you. And I just want to see you in some nice lingerie. Skimpy, low-cut, tight, frilly, girly lingerie." Remy smiled. Molly could tell he was trying to picture it.

"Like what you saw at the mall," Molly grinned, "I wasn't going to say it, but I liked that too. I mean, it would be hard to try and squeeze myself into it, but it was a very...hot and flashy...underwear."

"I think squeezing yourself into it is the point," Remy smirked, "I suppose you'd want me to bear it all in a Speedo or a thong or something at some point, after the boxers."

"Normally I don't like Speedo on guys, but with you...it might look really attractive. I'm fine with boxers, maybe some tight-fitting boxer brief to show off your cute butt," Molly blushed. Never, not once in the whole of their relationship, had she ever said a word about Remys butt. Much less saying it was cute. Remy was proud. Satisfied.

"Or I could just wear nothing to bed and you'd get to see my cute butt all the time," Remy wiggled his eyebrows.

"That's a good idea too," Molly laughed, "Okay, screw the lingerie and the boxers. We'll just go au natural and show off that night."

"Jeez. Only we could laugh about this sort of thing," Remy said.

"That's the only way you can talk about it though," Molly said, "Humor makes it much less awkward."

"Okay, so what do you want from me?" Remy hugged her as they were still laying next to each other.

"Oh man, I-I don't know," Molly rubbed the back of her head, "I guess all the same stuff. Mmm, well, like, touching me all over, but that's a given. Ummm, feeling me up and, like, stuff," Molly stammered.

"Honk your horns, squeeze your tomatoes, thump your melons, turn your knobs, knock your knockers, pop your balloons, turn your light bulbs, knead your dough, spin your records, bob for your apples with hands, test the airbags, get to second base," Remy prattled off euphemisms unabashedly.

Molly smirked. "You're having too much fun with this."

"Hey, it's funny. It's like you just said, humor makes it less awkward, and I very much look forward to handling the headlights," Remy smiled, staring at her body. "Mmm. You're so soft looking. I mean, you _are_ soft, but your, uh, boobs are soft looking too."

Molly laughed, "Don't worry, I'm soft all over. Like a marshmallow or a pillow. I'm sure all your expectations will be met as far as how I feel."

"Cherie?" Remy became serious again.

"Yeah?"

"Um, I'm not asking or anything. Not yet. But do _you_ think you'll be ready for marriage...soon?" Remy said.
They _were_ barely into their twenties. Most people didn't get married so young anymore. They'd been through much more than most people experienced in their whole lifetime, but marrying when you weren't ready wasn't ever smart or the best idea, no matter how in love a couple like them were.

"Maybe? Well, uh, we've been through a lot. More then most people. We know how we feel about each other and we know that we don't want anyone else. It's like I've said before, we do go good together. I know you're ready because you've always been more mature then me and everything. So, you know, when the time is right, you can ask me when you feel that you should. When you're ready to take that step. When you think I'm ready and can handle it too." Molly smiled.

Remy gently kissed her forehead. "I love how smart you are. I'm glad you know what you want."

"Smart, right. I guess I've gotten to know what I want, but I wouldn't exactly call myself smart. Half the time I don't have a clue," Molly said.

"You _are_ smart, believe it," Remy smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'm smart," Molly said. She looked over at the clock. "It's getting late. I guess I'd better let you go to bed."

"Okay," Remy kissed her for a long time since it was their last kiss before they'd see each other in the morning, "Goodnight and have pleasant dreams, my angel."

"You too, baby," Molly smiled.

Remy shut the door and went and took a long shower. He still had a lot on his mind to think about.

AN: Most uncomfortable spelling and grammer check ever! Sure, these conversations happen, but it was weird. (Or maybe I just feel uncomfortable because I'm seemingly forever alone, (if that ever changes, I'll let you all know!), and have never had this conversation myself with a sweet guy. Yeah. That too.)