That night...

Remy went out to a crappy little roadside bar he used to frequent when he wanted to be alone. It was a quiet bar for the most part and the burly bartender named Jack made great vodka and cranberry's...and more importantly, he usually let Remy drink for free since he had gotten him out of a few sticky situations in the past.

So, alone and pissed off, Remy sat at the bar and drank. Did he really want to hook up with some girl? Was it worth it? His heart told him no. His brain even told him no. But, Remy Jr. couldn't help but push his heavy influence on the Cajun above him as a pretty red head walked by, giving Remy a wink and a smile.

"Que semble être l'ennui, LeBeau? C'est un brainer de non! (What seems to be the trouble, LeBeau? This is a no brainer!)" Remy Jr. screamed as Remy remained seated at the bar.

Yes, his penis spoke French.

"She ain't wort' it, Homme." Remy thought.

"Si vous n'allez pas suivre sa droite cette minute, je commencerai à éjaculer tôt toutes les fois que vous allez m'employer. (If you don't go and follow her right this minute, I'll start ejaculating early whenever you go to use me.)" Remy Jr. threatened.

"Vous êtes un idiot. (You're an idiot)" Remy thought with a sigh as he took another sip of his whiskey.

Ultimately, his heart came out victorious. Remy Jr. would just have to wait...

"Hey, Baby...what are you drinking?" A petite woman asked Remy. He glanced into his glass and cringed at the liquor in it.

"Tastes like gasoline, why?" He smirked over at her. She was decent looking, her body was nice and her face could have been worse...but she wasn't Cyndi. Cyndi was who he needed right now; not another woman. Typically, he would've easily charmed a girl like this, bought her a drink or two, went to a hotel and did what he did best. But, the desire just wasn't there. He had to get out of there before he did something stupid.

"Thought maybe I could buy you another one?" She smiled sweetly at him.

"T'anks, Petite, but I should be gettin' home." He said softly as he gave a nod to Jack who smiled kindly at his young friend and got up from the bar, grabbing the keys to his motorcycle.

"To your wife or girlfriend?" She asked curiously.

"My girlfriend." He replied as he walked out of the bar. The girl shrugged to herself and sat down at the bar to order herself a drink.

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Cyndi sat up in Remy's bed, waiting for him to come home. She felt so incredibly stupid for picking a fight with him. For telling him to go find a girl and screw her. She didn't want that and if she could take back the words, she would, but with a glance at her watch...she knew she might actually have to live with Remy having cheated on her with her blessing. She just hoped he wouldn't bring the girl home...into his bed...the bed they sometimes shared. The bed was a big thing to a traditional Italian girl like Cyndi. It was where intimate moments were shared. It was a place where no one else could or should trespass. The bed symbolized the others respect for their partner and for Remy to bring another woman into his bed after telling Cyndi he loved her, would be the ultimate sign of disrespect to her...one he could never be acquitted of.

It was about 12:30am when Cyndi fell asleep in Remy's bed, resting uneasily atop his blankets and still dressed in her clothes from earlier that day.

Meanwhile...

Remy got home around 12:45am and made a beeline straight to his room to break open the bottle of Ketel One vodka that he hid in his dresser. Scott usually found and confiscated any of Remy's liquor but after a few times, Remy learned where Scott would never ever look...in his underwear drawer! Stumbling just slightly, Remy climbed the stairs to his room and pushed open the door heading straight for his dresser, not noticing the lump curled up on his bed in the darkness. Once he had downed a shot of vodka, Remy went over to his lamp and turned it on, gasping when he noticed someone else in the room but relaxing when he discovered it was Cyndi sleeping. He put the bottle of vodka down on his night stand and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside her and watching her sleep.

Sensing the light in the room and hearing movement, Cyndi woke up slowly, turning over to see Remy gazing down at her.

"You're home." Cyndi said softly as blue eyes met red ones. He nodded slowly.

"Did you...?" She began but couldn't find it in herself to finish the question.

"Couldn' do it, Chere." He answered gently. She smiled up at him and he smiled back softly.

"I said some dumb shit, didn't I?" She asked gently as he leaned down and kissed her. She frowned when she tasted the alcohol on his lips and breath. She hated when he drank out of boredom. It was one of Remy's many self-destructive qualities that she would try to rid him of.

"Remy says dumb stuff all de time...ya allowed ta do it too." He teased.

"You're not a whore." She replied quietly as she reached up and held his chin. He shook his head slowly at that and sighed.

"Ya were righ'. Remy was a whore. He done some t'ings he ain't particularly proud of. But, he wan' ta do better wit' you. Ya worth bein' faithful to. Ya a good girl, Amour." He admitted.

"And you're worth giving everything to. You can have sex with anyone, Remy, you know? But, it doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot when all is said and done. I just need you to understand that it's a special thing to me. I want it to mean something for us." She said gently as she stroked the slight cleft in his chin with her thumb and he nodded understandingly. The two shared a moment of quiet until Remy kicked his shoes off and laid down on the bed with her, both now laying on their sides and facing one another.

"And drinking when you're pissed off won't solve anything." She replied as he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into him.

"I know." He said softly.

"Promise me we'll talk things out the next time?" She asked her voice full of concern for him.

"Oui, Chere. Remy promises." He smiled softly before giving her a sweet kiss before he fell asleep beside her. She sighed softly and snuggled up to him and followed his lead.

The next morning...

Cyndi opened her eyes to find Remy peacefully sleeping next to her with his face cuddled into the crook of her neck with his warm breath going over her skin. She closed her eyes briefly; savoring the moment and holding him close to her as one hand went into his hair to run her fingers through it. It was moments like these that she cherished lately; she wanted to stay like that forever. Remy might not be an angel, he might not be perfect...but he was hers and he loved her. And it was in that moment she knew she was in love with him, too.

She held him until she felt his lips caressing her neck with slow and sensual kisses. She giggled at the sensation he was giving her and he chuckled deeply against her neck in response to her reaction.

"Good mornin', Chere." He said softly as he continued to assault her neck.

"Mornin', Baby." She breathed out.

"My cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore..." Remy playfully sang to her as he trailed hot kisses over to her mouth as she giggled and kissed him. He smiled against her mouth and continued to sing to her.

"You're the only girl my heart beats for, how I wish that you were mine..." He sang between kisses.

"Mmmm, I love that song..." She smiled.

"Good, Remy asked Stevie ta write it fo ya back in de day, we real tight." He smirked as he began to move away to get out of bed but she grabbed onto the fabric of his t-shirt and kept him by her.

"C'mere..." She purred to him softly as she moved to rest on her back and pulled Remy on top of her, letting his body settle between her thighs.

"Oui, Chere?" He whispered softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you." She said gently.

"Ya do?" He asked.

"Yea, I do." She smiled slightly.

"I love ya too, Chere." He smiled back as they kissed each other tenderly.

"So, I guess there's nothing else to do now but..." She replied, her voice trailing off suggestively.

"Are ya sure, Chere? Remy can wait." He assured her, wanting her to believe what he was saying.

"I'm sure...it feels right." She whispered against his lips before pulling him down for another kiss which led to many more as clothes were shed. Both finally undressed, Remy reclaimed his spot between her thighs and decided that before his body got the best of him that he should ask her once more if she was sure.

"Remy, I'm not a virgin here. Just make love to me, Baby. I want you to." She smirked up at him as he smirked back and positioned himself between her legs and moved his hips forward to slowly enter her moist heat. Both let out a deep sigh at the feeling of their bodies joining and soon he let himself carefully move in and out of her tightness, starting out gentle and slow to fit the mood. Joining him in his movements, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss that nearly took his breath away.

He was glad they had waited and knew that she was right about everything. Making love felt right at this moment and it was special, just like they both wanted. He always knew she was the smart one.