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.
AN: I don't own the Goo Goo dolls or the song "I'll Be".
Remy:
The months went by and it was soon the final countdown until the wedding with a week to go. Everyone was making last-minute preparations and anticipation was heavy in the air.
"So, uh, you can do the waltz and all that, right?" Molly asked Remy one day as they sat out in the gazebo, alone. One of their favorite private spots. It was still wet out after some rainfall, so they dressed light, with sneakers and light sweatshirts.
"I guess. I mean, I've never actually waltzed before, but it can't be that hard," Remy said.
"Ohh no," Molly groaned. She grabbed his hand. "Come on, we _have_ to go see Ororo. Like, right now."
They went back to the mansion and found Ororo sweeping up the kitchen. "I just found out Remy doesn't know how to waltz, and I could use some brushing up. Can you help us out please?" Molly asked, as she took off her sweatshirt, getting comfortable. Remy took off his sweatshirt, setting them on the nearest chair, neatly hung.
"Of course," Ororo smiled. She led them to an empty room with wood flooring and a stereo and nearly all windows in a strange octagon shape. It was probably one of the studies converted into something else, but never finished as it was unfurnished, except for white, sheer curtains. Their footsteps echoed, like ripples in a pond as they quietly walked into the near empty room. Ororo left for a moment, coming back with Logan in tow and a classical CD in hand.
"You're going to dance with Logan-" Ororo said to Molly.
"I'm _what_?" Molly froze, stiff.
"And you, young man, are going to lead me in a waltz," Ororo took Remys hand, leading him out to the floor.
"_You_ know how to _waltz_?" Molly just stared at Logan.
"You learn something new every day, kid. Just deal with it and we can both get this over with," Logan said, taking her hand and leading Molly out to the floor. Surprisingly-no, shockingly-Logan was an excellent dancer and very good at the waltz. Molly picked it back up in no time. Who knew a man with an adamantium skeleton could be so smooth on his feet? As for Molly, she had plenty of experience dancing solo, having taken ballet, tap and jazz in her formative childhood years. However, she had little experience dancing with a partner, but she that didn't mean she had two left feet either. She swayed as easily as Remy, taking in the music, much less shy than she had been some years ago as Molly was able to maintain eye contact with Logan and looked to not feel too awkward over dancing with him. The man had his usual stern, straight-faced look, but there was a softness there. Logan seemed to actually be enjoying dancing, even if he'd not been into it at first.
Getting back into the groove, they watched Remy lead Ororo carefully and slowly. After a while, Remy definitely got the hang of the dance. His body swayed along majestically, looking into Ororo's blue eyes and at her beautiful face with his classic "Remy smirk". His hand was firm around her waist and his other hand was gently holding on to hers. If not for he and Molly going out, Remy thought, Remy and Ororo would have made a very handsome couple, age difference or not.
After some time, Remy was tapping on Logans shoulder. "May I cut in?" Remy bowed like a gentleman.
Suddenly Molly wasgently swaying, then dancing, being carefully handled by Remy. She was waltzing with Remy.
"Sweetheart," Remy smiled, "You're going to leave all other women jealous at that wedding and the men are going to be completely and utterly breathless."
Molly smirked, "Right. Sure. Among models, debutantes and aristocrats, I'm going to do that."
By this time, Molly was thankful that Logan and Ororo had left, closing the white double doors a bit to give the two privacy.
"You are. You're taking my breath away right now," Remy smiled. He stopped dancing and dipped her. Molly felt his lips pressing against the hollow of her throat in a very romantic gesture. They stood back up. Molly was in a bit of a tizzy, and it wasn't because the blood was rushing back down through her body, Remy surmised.
"I think now it's time for some nice slow dancing. As long as we're dancing, right?" Remy smiled, turning on the radio and searching for a good song. 'I'll Be' by The Goo Goo Dolls had just started on one station. They started swaying close with the music.
"This is one of my favorite songs," Molly sighed.
"Mine too," Remy smiled.
They moved very slowly around the room, barely at all. Time seemed to slow down. The room was so quiet except for the music and the sound of each others breathing. It was dawning on Remy that their relationship had reached a new level. Something personal and deep, where they knew each other completely and could talk about anything. Something more than friends or boyfriend and girlfriend or just being in love. It was like she could know what Remy was thinking without him having to say anything and he could read her just as well.
Remy stared into her perfect eyes. It was obvious to him she was thinking the same thing. How could two people be this close? Remy started breathing a little faster, swallowing. His head was swimming. Intense. That's what it was. Intense. Passion, love, this deep connection, whatever it was, it was so strong, so intense. An overwhelming feeling that was impossible to deny or fight with. You just had to surrender to it.
"It's okay," Remy spoke softly, trying to sooth her as they stopped dancing, "I feel it too. I'm scared too."
Remy could only admit feeling scared to Molly. His heart was pounding away in his chest, and for the first time,
looking into her eyes was like getting seared with a hot poker; unbearable. He felt everything for her, which was both expected and unexpected. True love was both madness and joy all wrapped up into a big, sweet package.
"Is it supposed to be like this?" Molly wondered, "The only way I can even think to explain it is like...like we shared our bodies, but without the bodies part. Maybe your empathy is getting stronger and you tapped into me somehow."
"It doesn't have a thing in the world to do with powers," Remy said, "I think we just surpassed the cute, teenage stage of love and went into that deep connection that adults have. I mean, we are adults."
"Only just!" Molly scoffed, "We love each other and it's sweet, but sometimes I think we forget how deep our connection goes. Honestly, you've made me feel things emotionally...and otherwise...without even touching me, Remy. That's powerful. What we have, our relationship is powerful. The things I feel for you can't be explained with words. I just hope one day I get to explain them another way." Molly said it without blushing at all. She'd matured.
"Me too, ma couer," Remy held her face," Why don't we go have a little alone time in my room, hmm? No making-out, just a little snuggling and quiet time."
"I like that idea," Molly put an arm around Remy.
They were giggling in the dark. It wasn't pitch black in the privacy of the rec room with the lights lowered, but dark enough. It was a few days later and they had some more time to themselves again, after a long day of herding around mutant kids and training. Molly seemed to be stuck in Remys embrace, but that was just fine with her. She rubbed her head against his chest. "What are we going to do," She wondered, "When we get older? I mean, are we just going to stick around the mansion our whole lives? Or should we get out of here and see the world? Maybe even form our own team?"
"And call it what? Excalibur?" Remy smirked, "I think we'll just have to see how things play out. I don't think either of us would just be content to sit around playing house like normal people now. Not after what our lives have been like."
"I'd like to play house with you someday," Molly cooed, "We could play mommy and daddy...without the babies." She started gently nibbling on his ear.
"And to think there was a time when you were shy," Remy rolled his eyes.
"I'm still shy...just...not as shy as I used to be," Molly looked up from chewing on him.
This was true. Her shyness around Remy had lessened and now she wasn't entirely outgoing, but not as shy and quiet as she'd been when she first arrived at the mansion. It had been quite an interesting transformation to see.
"Alright, alright. I was enjoying getting nibbled on," Remy smiled. Molly got back to it.
Suddenly a few of the boys turned on the light and came tromping noisily into the room. "Hate to interrupt the make-out session, but our show is on," Roberto said, "So maybe you two could take the grope-fest somewhere else?"
"We _don't_ grope," Molly stood up, her ears and face red.
"At least knock next time," Remy said, his tone being less the polite. He took Mollys hand and pulled her into his room.
"I think we should take it easy for a while," Molly smiled up at him after they'd entered the room, leaving the door ajar.
"Don't let those dorks ruin the mood," Remy sat on the bed, arms open, "Come here and give me a little sugar, Sugar."
Molly got into his embrace, but still seemed uneasy,
"I don't know. Sometimes I think everyone is right. Maybe...maybe one of these days we _are_ going to get carried away."
Remy stroked her hair, feeling annoyed yet at the same time, thinking Molly may have had a point. He did like making-out and sometimes he made remarks that were less than pure, but that certainly wasn't going to ever stop. That didn't mean he was going to try to talk Molly into anything, but that also didn't mean that it was guaranteed that they wouldn't ever get carried away at some point. After all, they'd had at least one moment before where things got a little out of hand. Who's to say it couldn't happen again?
"I can't say that you don't have a point," Remy said, removing his arms from around her and sitting up, "I think we're doing much better than we used to, honestly."
"I guess," Molly said, "It's not like I want to stop kissing or anything, I just think we need to slow it down and stop acting like we're both going to die if we don't hug and kiss every day."
Remy cupped her face "Hey, without you, I don't have much of a life. If I didn't have you, that would be too hard."
Things became quiet. Molly knew Remy was being serious. She was like his life-line. Not his entire reason for living, but she seemed to give his life, well, not purpose, but lots of meaning. Both of them would rather die together than alone.
"I know Remy. You're right. I feel...I feel the same way," Molly said.
"There's my girl. We'll keep things more private anyway," Remy went on, "I don't think I could promise something like there being no way we wouldn't, you know, do anything. Not to say that we ever would, because stuff happens, but I can promise you that I will try to keep myself in check because I do love you and I respect your decision. We just have to try our best to wait until after we get married, whenever that will be."
Tears ran down Mollys cheeks, but she didn't say anything.
"...And our wedding night is going to be beautiful and perfect and you're going to look beautiful and amazing. You're going to _be_ just amazing, Molly," Remy started wiping away her tears.