When Cyndi got home from driving Becky to her friends, Remy was nowhere to be found. She hoped he wasn't too disappointed. Lord knew that she was. She sighed to herself and got ready for bed, showering then slipping on a black satin nightgown. The fabric ended just above her knees and was Heaven against her skin...if she couldn't have Remy in her bed that night, she would settle for this. Just as she was about to turn the lights off about an hour or so later, she heard Remy come into the dorm and close the door, locking it behind him. She then heard him trip over something on the floor, fall to the floor with a loud thud and curse in French. She could help but laugh as she walked into the living room and caught Remy lying on the carpet, having decided to stay there apparently.

"You ok?" She asked with a grin, looking down at him.

"Remy had a few beers, Chere..." He sighed, looking up at her pathetically then chuckling.

"We don't have sex...so, you go and drink? Nice way to vent..." She chided as she bent down to take his hands and try to sit him up by pulling him upward towards her. Things didn't work out as she had planned and suddenly Cyndi fell on top of the startled Cajun. A mass of sweet smelling brown hair came flying into his face as her weight settled on him, one of her elbows hitting him in the firm stomach causing him to wince.

"Ugh...sorry." Cyndi groaned as she tried to sit herself up, giving up on trying to get Remy in a seated position.

"Chere..." Remy murmured softly, grabbing her hand and keeping her down against him, her thighs now straddling his hips and her nightgown riding high on her thighs.

She looked down at him but quickly looked away, knowing what he wanted...what he needed...Hell, what she needed, too. She knew he would be able to see it too if she looked too long. She wondered why she was still so afraid to take that next step back to normalcy...to perhaps get back to the way things were. She even began to wonder if she was even still in love with Remy. She wore the engagement ring that he gave her...but over the years, it had simply become a piece of jewelry. Putting it on each day had become as natural as brushing her teeth or changing her underwear. The meaning behind the ring had vanished and their moment had seemingly came and went.

Remy gazed up at her, watching her expression change from amused at his drunken behavior to downright serious. Her brow was furrowed and she wasn't even looking at him anymore. She was right. He shouldn't have gone to the bar and he certainly shouldn't have had 5 beers and 2 shots of tequila with the bartender. Or was it 3 shots? It was almost as if he was asking for her to be mad with him. Like he was sabotaging things; he tended to do that a lot lately.

"C'mon...let's get off the floor. You need to go to bed." She finally said softly as she released her hand from his and got off of him. Remy sighed is mourning of the loss of her weight on him and followed suit, stumbling only a little as he rose to his feet.

"Chere...Remy loves ya so much..." He replied softly, slurring his words a bit but trying his best not to sound drunk.

"Oh, he does, does he?" She smirked slightly as she took his wrist and led him into the bathroom to get him ready for bed.

"Oui." He confirmed as he watched her wet a wash cloth with warm water and then washed his face gently.

"You have a funny way of showing it, Mr. LeBeau." She said quietly as she grabbed a towel and handed it to him, letting Remy dry his face.

"I jus' miss de way t'ings used ta be. We had a good t'ing goin'..." He sighed, wiping his face with the towel before handing it back to her, watching as she hung it back on the towel bar.

"You knew this would take time. You're always so impatient..." Cyndi said gently as she wet his toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste onto it in a short red cinnamon flavored blob.

"I jus' wish none o' dis happened, mon ange..." He said gently, looking as if he was about to cry any minute. Cyndi put Remy's toothbrush down on the counter and knelt in front of him as he sat on top of the closed toilet seat.

"I neva' touched her, Chere. Not once..." Remy blurted out, sounding terribly upset now. In his current state, he thought maybe that was what Cyndi was worried about. Little did he know, he was on the right track. That was one of her concerns.

"Remy...c'mon...now isn't the time, Baby." Cyndi said softly, her hand resting on his knee.

"...jus' wan' us ta be happy again." He sniffed before he looked away from her. It broke her heart to see him beating himself up like this. She hadn't even considered the guilt Remy would be feeling for what had happened between them. In fact, it never crossed her mind. She mentally slapped herself for being so damn selfish...all this time she was just worried about herself. The love she had lost. She had forgotten that Remy had also lost his first love and for just as long as she had. In that moment, Cyndi felt like the biggest fool.

"Remy..." She whispered softly, her eyes welling up with tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks. He turned his face back to her and revealed his own tears, his face softened even more when he saw her and he moved so he was now kneeling on the floor beside her. Without a moment's hesitation, Cyndi wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him with all her might as she cried and Remy returned the gesture, crying into her hair.

"Ya t'ink we'll ever get back ta de way t'ings were?" He asked softly, one of his hands running through her soft hair.

"Yes..." She nodded into his shoulder, her tears slowing as she composed herself.

"Dat moment won' come fast enough, Chere..." He sighed as they held each other tightly.

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"Do you remember our first kiss?" Cyndi asked nostalgically as their backs leaned up against the bathroom wall, still seated on the tiles.

"Oui, Chere." He smiled, thinking back to that late afternoon at the lake.

"I almost didn't let you..." She grinned, nudging him with her shoulder playfully.

"Remy woulda kissed ya anyway." He smirked.

"Like hell you would have! I had you wrapped around my finger, if I said 'no' you would've been like 'Alright, Chere. Sorry.' " She teased as she mocked him. He chuckled but didn't deny it. She was right, she had him whipped and he still was. But, he knew she would be the same if he ever decided to test out this theory, he just never felt the need and besides, a large part of him liked her for her powerful personality. She knew she had the goods...and Remy had no trouble bowing down and worshipping her.

"That was the sweetest kiss I've ever had..." She reminisced dreamily after a moment of quiet between them. Remy turned to look at her and smiled a little smile when he saw her face. She seemed lost in her thoughts, probably thinking back to that day as well. Unable to help himself, Remy scooted a little closer to her and leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on her full pink lips. She closed her eyes slowly and returned the gesture. When their lips parted, she smiled up at him and said, "Thank you."

"Ya welcome." He smiled back softly as he reached down and took one of her hands in his, squeezing gently.