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. I don't own the lyrics to Natalie Cole's "Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup".
Remy:
The wedding was held at a famous New York City winery, kind of like a bunch of hotel meeting rooms grouped together with staff and chefs to wait on you hand and foot. The overly large room had to fit around a couple thousand people, guests and the press alike, with a polished wood floor, tall windows, and a fountain in the back, just there to be ostentatious. The guests were seated in white, padded chairs with white roses on the backs. There was a long red carpet leading up to the silver and gold trellis where Emma and Warren were standing. Emma looked illustrious in a white mermaid style gown and veil, while Warren let his wings show, looking every bit the nervous groom in a matching white tuxedo.
Molly looked over to see Bobby snoring away as Emma and Warren recited vows. She had to smile as Jubilee gave him a gentle nudge. A few other people were also nodding off, like some Official from France or whatever. The vows were really long, so it couldn't be said that Emma didn't enjoy being the center of attention. Molly felt Remy squeeze her hand for about the third time in the past hour. Either out of love or because he was dying to for the ceremony over with and take her out to the dance floor at the reception. Knowing him it was probably both. After very long, almost painful amount of time, there came the announcement everyone had been waiting for, "...I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Music trumpeted and the guests stood up and clapped. For the sake of time and the media hounding everything, there was no receiving line, just everyone going to the reception hall a few doors down. It was some grand ballroom inside the winery. Bigger than the room the wedding had been held in. It had the same polished wood floor, but near the far wall, a live band was playing and the students just about had kittens when they saw the spread of food-and the mile long buffet table was were "only" snacks to occupy the guests with until dinner time.
"Holy cow! Do they have any idea how much these pizzas cost?" Bobby stared at the pizza topped with various seafood.
"How much?" Remy said, taking a slice.
"On thousand dollars!" Bobby said.
Remys face fell and Molly giggled.
"Better eat up then," Hank said, down the line.
"That much money must be like pocket change for them," Molly said, "They're both billionaires, so they can afford a few."
"Yeah. I'm glad they included vegetarian pizza at least," Kitty pointed to a few pizzas clearly labeled as such.
"I guess Warren wanted to keep all his guests happy," Molly said.
"Very, very happy," Ray gave the eye to an incredibly attractive looking young waitress serving drinks.
"Dream on Lightning Bolt," Remy said, "You couldn't get within a mile of a woman like that."
"Well she _is_ a waitress," Roberto said.
"Yeah. One that isn't waiting on our table," Ray said, grumpy.
"No," Amara smiled, "Instead we got the really cute guy waiter."
"Rub it in, Amara," Roberto said.
They went back to their table and ate a little.
"If this is what the appetizers are like, I wonder how dinner is going to look," Logan said.
"We'll find out," Remy said looking at the menu, a gold colored sheet of paper that was laminated, "We get steak, salad and chicken. Vegetarians get the blossom pouch and black eyed pea cake with porcini crusted seitan filet and a salad."
Eventually, the bride and groom along with the wedding party arrived. Dinner was served soon afterwards. It was an astonishing amount of food, including whole, undersized chickens. It was too much food even for Logan to finish. They boxed it up in the end.
"I think I hear my stomach cursing my name," Bobby groaned.
"Yours and mine," Remy leaned back in his chair.
"I don't think I want to eat ever again," Kitty said.
"I trust everyone is doing alright?" The Professor said from his table, which was next to theirs.
"Incredibly satisfied," Hank said. Rounds of similar sentiment went around the table, including, "I think I'm gonna die now I'm so full."
"You want to go walk it off?" Remy said to Molly.
"Yeah. Good idea," Molly stood up.
Ray and Bobby also stood up.
"I meant alone," Remy said, glaring at the two younger boys.
"You guys need chaperones," Bobby teased.
"Bobby, don't be such a dork," Molly rolled her eyes. Remy escorted her outside.
They walked around the expensive place for a while, not talking much.
"So, uh, you give anymore thought to traveling out to New Orleans?" Remy asked.
"It does sound nice," Molly said, "How about in September? I know it'll be a little cold still b-" Her words were halted by Remy picking her up by the waist and kissing her. Really, really kissing her. She was surprised sparks weren't flying for real.
"...O-kay. What was that for?" She said slowly, after Remy set her down.
"Uh, just happy that you agreed," Remy smiled.
"Yeah. I mean, September is okay, right?" Molly said.
"September is fine. Great. I love September," Remy looked overly excited.
"Jeez," Molly said, smirking, "If you wanted to go back home this bad, you should have said something earlier."
"Uh, yeah. Yeah," Remy smiled, calming down a little, "Sorry Cherie."
"You're so silly sometimes," Molly smiled back, "I like when you kiss me like that. It's great."
"I'm sorry," Remy said, "I ruined your lipstick."
Molly raised an eyebrow, "Since when do you care about my lipstick? I can reapply it. Just kiss me, okay?"
"Uh, sorry," Remy apologized again. He kissed Molly again, then they found a spot to cuddle privately for a minute before the reception continued. It was nice to get away from all the noise for a little while. Molly had to wipe the remaining lipstick from Remy's lips.
"I can't wait to go home, get out of this dress and slip into my pajamas. I'm so tired right now," Molly yawned, stretching her arms over her head.
"Yes," Remy said, "It's been a long day for everyone."
'Guys,' Jean telepathically spoke to them, 'You've been gone a while. We'd like to see you back in your seats now please.'
"What are we, five?" Molly grumped.
'I heard that,' Jean "said".
Molly imagined thousands of snakes.
'That isn't funny!' Jean protested.
"What did you...?" Remy said as they started walking.
"Imagined lots and lots of snakes. She should be happy I didn't imagine something worse in the mood she's putting me in," Molly said.
Remy hugged Molly, "Don't worry about Jean. You're much sweeter-much more beautiful-then she is."
"You're just saying that because I'm all dressed up," Molly said.
"I'm saying that because it's very true and because I love you," Remy smiled, "Or do I have to start singing to prove my point?"
Molly giggled, "No singing! Stop being ridiculous!"
"Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup," Remy started softly singing, the French wording being right on, perfect.
"No! Remy, no!" Molly couldn't help but laugh.
"Je ne sais pas what to do. You know you've completely stolen my heart..." Remy kept singing.
"Why? Why do you do this to me?" Molly shook her head as they kept walking...and he kept on singing.
"Morning, noon and night-time too. Toujours, wondering what to do.
That's the way I've felt. Right from the start..."
Molly rolled her eyes, but with a smile.
"Ah, Cherie! My love for you is tr s, tr s fort. Wish my French were good enough. I'd tell you so much more.
But I hope that you compree. All the things you mean to me. Darling, je vous aime beaucoup...I love you, yes I do..." When Remy was finished singing, they'd reached the ballroom again.
"You are...you're insufferable!" Molly laughed, happy but a little embarrassed by such a gesture as singing to her in public.
"Nah," Remy shoved his hands into his pockets, cooly leaning against the tall door,
"Insufferable would imply that you can't tolerate me, but clearly you can."
"You shouldn't lean on stuff," Molly scolded, "You'll wrinkle that nice suit,"
"Yes _mommy_," Remy rolled his eyes, walking with her back to the table.
They watched the bride and groom, then their families, dance for a while. Soon enough the dance floor was open.
"They're playing our song," Remy smiled, delighted as the band started playing 'Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup'.
He stood up and bowed to Molly, "May I have this dance?"
"Yes," Molly smiled.
They went out onto the floor and started dancing. For the two of them, it was like it was their own little world for that moment,
where only they existed. Nothing more perfect could have been asked for, hoped for, wanted. They only heard their own breathing and only felt each others touch and their own heartbeats. Their bodies moved in-sync, as one, something ethereal and completely beautiful to the outsiders watching. Not even the bride and groom had this kind of connection, this kind of beautiful love. Molly had Remy's heart, but Remy had captivated all of her since the day they'd met. They'd made something unbreakable and real, not to be tampered with or defiled by others, not to be touched or ruined. This was more than a fairy tale romance, more than a dream. It was true love. Real, steady and solid. Permanent in their hearts.
"Sweetheart," Remy smiled.
"Hmm?" was all Molly could manage to say, looking up at him and feeling warm, cozy. Being with Remy was like being home.
"I know I've said it a lot tonight, but you really do look beautiful," Remys eyes seemed to sparkle under the lights.
"Thank you. You look, well, breath-taking," Molly smirked, snapping out of her dreamy state of mind.
"When I saw you waiting for me earlier, I couldn't think straight. It was like the night I fell for you all over again," Remy said.
"Um, me too. That was such a long time ago, wasn't it?" Molly questioned.
"Very long," Remy agreed, "But none of that matters now. We're together, happy and so in love. I hope we can stay that way for a long, long time."
"Me too," Molly leaned in closer, up against Remy's chest, since it was a slow dance. They swayed to the music.
The night was perfect. No one could have asked for better.
The next morning Remy woke up bright and early, sneaking out before anyone could see him. He sent Molly a text about him going out, just in case he didn't get back soon enough. Remy drove to the mall. First he stopped at Rivington and picked something up. Then, steadying his nerves, he made his next stop. Were they open? Yes, they were open. There were many cases sitting there ahead of him, all containing treasures. It was one of the most expensive jewelry stores in the nation, to be sure, but it was going to all be worth it in the end.
"Can I help you, sir?" The tan, well-dressed, auburn haired woman stood behind the counter and smiled at him.
"Uh, yes. Yes," Remy stammered. He took a breath in, trying to stay calm, "I want to buy an engagement ring."