About a month later...
Remy and Cyndi had been casually dating each other since he had gotten over the flu and things were going well. Not much had really changed for them. The kissing was a nice change though; both had no complaints about that. But, as nice as their new level of intimacy was, Cyndi still had her reservations about going any further with him. She did keep in mind that Remy wasn't just any guy. They had known each other for years. She also kept in mind that their situation was very different from any other normal couple just starting out. But, did sex need to be rushed just because they lived together and were around each other all the time? Sex almost seemed like the next logical step for them since there wasn't much mystery in their relationship/friendship otherwise. And as badly as Remy wanted to move forward, he knew he would have to wait for her to tell him when it was ok. But still...there were times when the waiting was simply unbearable...
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Cyndi and Remy were in Manhattan for a weekend alone doing a little shopping and hanging out when this attractive young guy came up to Cyndi on the street and started hitting on her...right in front of Remy! Trying to blow it off, Remy simply stepped aside to let her handle it without him causing a jealous scene and embarrassing her. Though he restrained himself, Remy couldn't help but feel protective of her watching her talk to this man. Remy knew he was better looking, more charming and all together better suited for his Chere...but still, Cyndi was a beautiful woman and this type of thing seemed to happen a lot lately. Remy would be inhuman if it didn't start to bother him a little.
"That's really very sweet, but I'm with someone." Cyndi said sweetly to the stranger, motioning to Remy who was watching them and smoking a cigarette, sucking at the tobacco for all it was worth and shooting the man the 'evil eye' through his dark sunglasses.
"I understand. Still, it's a shame. We could have a lot of fun, Baby." The man replied with a little smirk as he glanced over at Remy who practically ran over to him and beat him senseless. He didn't need his powers! He'd take him out the old fashioned way.
"Sorry, but, I'm not interested." Cyndi replied as she walked over to Remy and hooked arms with him. Remy smiled proudly as they walked away, casting a 'Fuck you, Asshole!' look over his shoulder at the man as they left.
"I'd rather have fun with my Cajun." Cyndi smiled up at Remy.
"Is dat righ', Chere?" He purred to her as he bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Maybe..." She smirked as they walked along the busy street.
"Maybe?" He pouted.
"Gotta work for it." She teased.
"Remy been workin' fo' it fo' years, Amour..." He sighed.
"Well, it's not like you've been without it for that long, Remy. Be a man!" She laughed, snuggling close to him as a cold wind blew in her face.
"Remy's mo' o' a man den ya know wha' to do wit'." He teased with a smirk as they unhooked arms and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close.
"We'll see about that." She chuckled.
That night...
After dinner, they made their way back to their hotel room to unwind and maybe have a drink before bed or something.
"You know, this was a really great idea, Sweet cheeks." Cyndi smirked over at Remy as she sat on the king sized bed and took off her shoes. She called him stupid pet names now, only because 'Baby' or 'Sweetie' or even 'Hunny' sounded weird when it was directed towards him...at least for right now. So, she came up with stupid pet names to call him. And, being the sport that he was, Remy played along...mostly because it was kinda funny.
"Damn righ' it was, Babykins." He chuckled as he shrugged off his coat and hung it over Cyndi's on a chair in the corner of the room. Remy figured if they got away alone often enough that it would give them time to just get used to the way things were changing between them instead of worrying if Logan or Marie or someone was watching them and gossiping about them. Besides, Remy was hoping to get a little more intimate with her on this trip and if something did happen, it wouldn't be very romantic with their team mates able to hear them. He just didn't know how much longer he could go, he had technically been waiting for years to be with her and now that he had her...things were moving at a snails pace.
This was their first night at the hotel and their first night truly and completely alone with one another. Cyndi was obviously a little nervous, she knew what Remy might want to do that night and tried not to seem too uneasy.
"Do ya wan' a drink, Chere?" He asked softly as he walked over to the mini-bar and glanced inside it.
"No thanks." She said softly as she got up from the bed and riffled through her suitcase for something to wear to bed. Remy pulled out a small bottle of Jack Daniels and poured himself some before he went to sit on the bed and watch her.
"Shit...what am I gonna wear?" She thought to herself, suddenly panicking as she looked through her options. There was one pair of baggy sweats...tres sexy. And a couple nightgowns...a black one, a blue one and a pink one...all in various lengths and degrees of sexy. She didn't want to look frumpy...but she didn't want to scream sex, either.
"I like de pink one." Remy smirked over at her. Shit, she didn't realize he was watching her the whole time.
"Yea?" She smiled shyly, looking up at him and trying desperately to fight to blush that soon warmed her cheeks. He nodded and smiled.
"Alright." She replied gently as she took out the pink nightgown and clean panties and went off into the bathroom. While Cyndi was changing, Remy jumped up from the bed and kicked his shoes off. He rushed over to his own suitcase and tried to figure out what the hell to wear. He settled on a black wife beater and the grey pajama bottoms. Once he threw them on, he frantically riffled through his toiletry bag to find his cologne and sprayed some in the air and ran through the mist.
"Dieu, ya such a girl, homme." He smirked after his last action. He checked his reflection in the mirror by the T.V. and fixed his hair a bit and gave himself the once over. Besides feeling that he needed to hit the hotel's gym in the morning, he felt positive about the way he looked.
"C'mon, LeBeau...dis ain't somet'in new. Ya know wha' ya wan'...so go get it." He told his reflection quietly. The question was did she want it? And was she ready to get it?
He looked up when he caught her reflection in the mirror. He turned around and his jaw hit the floor. There she was in the short pink nightgown...looking very sexy and very inviting showing off her long legs, slender waist and full breasts. Her hair was down and she had taken off her make-up. In all honesty, Remy liked her better that way; she simply didn't need all that stuff on her face.
"Hey, you look comfy." She said softly with a nervous smile as she walked over to him.
"Hey..." He mumbled as he continued to gaze at her. She got on her tippy toes and gave him a soft kiss before she turned to go towards the bed. Remy's eyes drifted lower as he eyed her ass and legs as she walked away from him.
"You can do dis...i's jus' Cyndi, righ'?" Remy thought to himself.
"Are you coming?" She asked softly as she pulled back the sheets and crawled onto the bed. He didn't need to be asked twice. He practically bolted from his spot and over to the bed, getting in with her. He decided to leave everything up to her tonight.
Once the lights were off, Cyndi snuggled up to him resting her head on his chest, draping a leg across his thighs and he let one hand rest on her hip as they laid there. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and smiled, knowing he couldn't really see her.
He was just as nervous as she was.
Almost sure that Remy had fallen asleep because he was so quiet after a few minutes, Cyndi took the silence to explore his body a little as she let one of her hands travel beneath the light fabric of his tank top to run along his defined stomach, grazing over each cut of his 6 pack. She wouldn't lie to herself, Remy had the body of a Greek God and was about 5 times as handsome and feeling his body like this for the first time, was making her hot all over. This was something she hadn't quite prepared herself for.
When she was finished caressing his stomach, her hand inched slowly up to his built chest and her breaths hitched in her throat. He was so overwhelmingly sexy.
She let her fingertips trail slowly upward until they met a hard nipple which she lightly ran her middle finger over, eliciting a deep sigh from Remy above her. Immediately, she felt a familiar moisture begin to gather between her thighs. She was in trouble if she didn't stop now...but she didn't. Instead, she continued onward.
"Mmm, Chere..." Remy finally murmured softly. Was he awake this whole time? She glanced up at him, her hand still under his shirt and he looked down at her, his red on black eyes glowing with desire and want. Without a single word, the two leaned closer and kissed each other deeply. His lips caressed hers tenderly as he rolled them over so that she was resting on her back with one of his hands venturing to stroke her bare thigh while he laid on his side over her.
He loved the way she would moan against his mouth, as if she couldn't get enough of his kisses. They kissed hungrily for a few minutes until Remy grew brave and inched his hand higher on her thigh soon letting it go between her thighs and rubbing the heel of his hand into her crotch, feeling how wet she was for him through her cotton panties.
She broke their kiss as she let out a soft whimper, her hips grinding against his hand as he pleasured her slowly.
"Is dis ok, Chere?" He whispered huskily to her as he kissed from her lips to her cheek and then to her ear.
"Take off my panties...don't stop." She breathed out desperately. He grabbed the fabric of her panties and inched them down until she kicked them off when he couldn't reach any further. He moved his hand back between her thighs to find nothing but smooth skin and her wet pussy. He bit his lip as he let his index finger run along her folds until he found her swollen clit and let his finger glide along it with help from the moisture between her thighs. He brushed his lips down to her neck and kissed, licked and sucked at the skin beneath his lips as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. He had fantasized about this night too many times to count; now it seemed it was finally here and so far, she wasn't letting him down. Not one little bit.
"Oh Remy..." She moaned gently as she wrapped her arms around him and held him close, pressing her breasts against him and rolling her head back to rest completely on the pillow beneath her.
He had been waiting so long to hear that sentence come out of her mouth and he loved the way it sounded. He'd make her say it again soon...many, many times over.
"Are ya close, Chere? Tell Remy wha' ya need..." He murmured softly to her as he continued to stroke her clit.
"You..." She found herself whispering without thinking.
"Chere..." He sighed softly, his conscience getting the best of him as he retracted his hand slowly, resting it on the inside of her thigh.
"Why'd you stop?" She breathed out softly, confused and heavily aroused.
"T'ink bout wha' ya jus' said..." He said gently.
Her face softened and she sighed. Did she really want to go all the way? Or was she not thinking clearly because of what he was doing to her? They both knew she would regret going too far in the morning and Remy would feel terrible for rushing things despite how clearly turned on they both were at that moment.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Don' be, Amour. Dere's other t'ings we can do fo' now." He smiled down warmly at her, kissing her on her full lips and stroking the inside of her thigh.
"You know it's not because I don't want to...I just-" She began.
"I know...ya don' have ta explain ta me." He said gently.
"Y-you're not gonna finish?" She asked quietly. He smirked and let his hand travel back between her thighs, slowly rubbing her and gaining momentum again.
"Remy never leaves t'ings undone, Mon Amour." He whispered huskily to her. A minute or two later, Remy brought her to a fulfilling and powerful orgasm that rendered her speechless for a good couple minutes.
"Ya so beautiful..." He whispered to her as he leaned down to kiss her sweetly on the lips and let his lips brush down her chin, along her neck and down to her breasts, kissing what was exposed by her nightgown. Once she had recovered, Cyndi gazed down at her new lover, smiling lazily at him as he placed careful kisses along her chest. This wasn't as scary as she thought it would be.
"C'mere, Cajun..." She beckoned to him as he glanced up at her and settled himself between her spread thighs, the firm bulge in his pants pressing slightly against her as he got eye level with her again.
"Ya know what I like about you, Remy?" She said softly as she tangled one of her hands in his soft hair, twisting the auburn strands playfully.
"Wha's dat, Chere?" He asked gently.
"You're a gentleman. Even now in bed with me; you had it in you to stop us before we did something we weren't ready for." She replied as she looked up at him, her blue eyes catching slightly in the light that streamed into the room past partially drawn curtains. Remy had been called many things in life...a scoundrel, a player, the anti-Christ...never a gentleman. Leave it to his Chere to see the good in him...this only made him want her that much more.
"T'ank ya, Amour..." He murmured softly as he felt her fingernails dragging slowly across his scalp. She smiled to herself and decided to quit talking for a while, leaning forward and kissing him. While they kissed, she pushed her hips upward and into his arousal, grinding slowly against it until both moaned at the sensation.
"Ya tryin' ta give Remy blue ones, Chere?" He moaned, trying to laugh but not succeeding.
"Who says you don't get to cum tonight?" She whispered seductively against his mouth as she kissed his bottom lip and then tugged at it playfully all while continuing to run her fingers through his hair and moving against him at a tantalizingly slow rate.
"Ya keep talkin' like dat, Chere, an' dat definitely won' be a problem fo' Remy..." He replied, returning to his old self again.
"Is that something that turns you on, Remy?" She purred softly to him.
"Oui, especially comin' from you..." He breathed out as he slowly began to grow warm all over. He wanted so desperately for her to touch him.
"I think you're wearing too much..." She said softly.
"See wha' ya can do 'bout dat..." He moaned deeply as she ground herself slightly harder against him just once before her hands went to the hem of his shirt and pushed it up until Remy aided her in getting it off, tossing it behind him once it was off.
"You're so sexy..." She purred as she let her hands run up his chest. His skin was surprisingly soft and his torso was only marred by a few battle scars which she could feel as her fingertips went over them. She even remembered when he had gotten a few of them. One just below the left side of his ribs, another along his right side...she would kiss them once she was in a better position to do so.
While she touched him, Remy all but squealed with delight at the vision of her touching him and caressing him with those soft hands. She made him feel like a new man.
"Take these off..." She said gently as she brought one hand down to tug on his pajama bottoms. He smiled and he moved away from her to get out of bed and pull his pants down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs questioningly.
"Those too, Casanova." She replied with a playful smirk.
"Dis is gonna be a long nigh'..." Remy thought to himself with a grin as pulled his underwear down and was pulled back onto the bed unceremoniously by Cyndi who began to ravage him much to his enjoyment.