That night...
After downing nearly an entire bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, Cyndi fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't until 3 hours later that she had woken up but when she did, she went looking for Remy who was most likely asleep on the couch. She honestly felt bad for yelling at him, but part of her felt justified. He had left her, told her to pursue her dreams and just as she was doing that...they were thrown a curveball. She just didn't think it was fair. But at the moment, not much made sense. All she knew was that she needed to be with him.
She loved him and wanted him to be with her, but if he hadn't followed her to New York...both their lives wouldn't be on the line. Remy would, however, be in a loveless marriage...but he'd be alive and that's what mattered to Cyndi. She didn't want him to risk his life for her and she was scared at the thought of them being in danger over something as innocent and beautiful as the love they had for one another.
"Remy...?" Cyndi whispered hoarsely, her throat still dry from sleep. The handsome Cajun groaned in his sleep and jerked his head away from the direction her voice came from. She bit her lip and knelt down on the floor beside the couch and leaned over to kiss his cheek gently.
"Remy...wake up..." She whispered softly. A moment or two later, his eyes opened and he turned to look at her, unsure of what she wanted and hoping they wouldn't start fighting again.
Cyndi looked at him, admiring the fine lines of his chiseled face, his strong jaw and chin, his full lips, his unique eyes. He was so damn beautiful and she loved him so much. She would apologize to him the only way she knew he would want her to. He'd want her to give him the last piece of what would make them whole again and she couldn't deny him that any longer.
"Wha', Chere?" He asked gently.
"I love you." She finally said, her voice small. Remy opened his mouth to say something, probably that he loved her too, but Cyndi didn't let him. She knew. Perhaps it was Remy's ego that needed a little stroking these days, she would do just that. After all, he had always been the "girl" in the relationship...it was time she let him be the man.
"And, you've been so good to me these past couple weeks...I think it's time I'm good to you." She purred to him seductively as she scooted closer to him and he bit his lip anxiously.
"Chere, you've been drinkin..." Remy replied softly before she kissed him squarely on the lips and a soft sigh escaped his mouth muffled by their kiss.
"Chere...don' do somet'in ya ain't ready to do wit' Remy..." He said softly as she got up from the floor, got on the couch and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss his strong neck.
"I've been ready...just scared it was too soon." She whispered against his skin, her soft pink lips caressing his neck softly, just the way she remembered he liked it...gentle and romantic. Remy did have his moments when he enjoyed the rougher side of love making, but overall, he was a softy and he liked the intimacy of a sweet, romantic connection. And the only way he could ever get that was with her, she was his girl, the only one he'd ever love or make love to...it was just that simple.
"Mon Dieu, Amour..." Remy breathed out as she nipped playfully at his skin leaving a little red mark then kissed it all better.
"I'm sorry I was so mad before..." She whispered gently into his ear before kissing it lightly.
"It's understandable, Chere...ya worked so hard...mmmmm..." He said softly before a soft moan passed his lips. His groin was getting tight and he knew he was getting hard...and by the look on her face, she knew it too.
"Speaking of hard..." She mused in his ear, putting a little weight on his lap, settling her crotch by his and moving slowly against him, her light eyes glimmering mischievously in the moonlit room.
"Remy doesn' wanna play games tonigh', Chere...are we really doin' dis?" He asked her, his eyes glowing a bright ruby as his desire for her built up inside him. He couldn't stand to be pushed away yet again in a moment of passion.
"Oui, Cajun..." She whispered to him just before her lips pressed firmly against his. They kissed for what seemed like hours, hands traveling along the others body, exploring familiar territory and enjoying the feel of their lover pressed firmly against them and the warmth the others body supplied. Once satisfied, Remy maneuvered them off the couch and carried Cyndi easily towards her bedroom, lips never parting for more than a moment.
"Chere, I love ya..." Remy whispered huskily to her as he laid her gently down on the bed and she looked up at him with a lidded gaze as she watched him strip out of his black cotton tank, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to just the right places. If anything had happened during their time apart, Remy had gotten more physically beautiful and become more mature than she had ever seen him. Cyndi wasn't used to this, but she embraced every inch of it quite literally as Remy climbed onto the bed with her and settled between her spread thighs, her arms wrapping tightly around him never wanting to let go.
"Ya gon' be my wife..." He murmured against her mouth before leaving a hot trail of kisses down to her neck.
"...an' we gon' be happy." He continued as he sensually assaulted her neck, slowly kissing, licking and sucking at the sweet flesh beneath his lips. Cyndi moaned contentedly, closing her eyes and savoring Remy's kisses, allowing her fingers to venture up and down the Cajun's strong back, caressing the smooth skin there and running her short fingernails along it slowly.
"Remy, I love you...don't ever leave me..." She pleaded softly as she hugged him to her tightly and he looked up at her, his eyes sincere and glowing dimly with emotion. For as long as Remy had loved her, he had never known Cyndi to be so free with expressing how she felt about him. It was usually just implied...and he always knew in his heart, but it was nice to hear how much he was needed and loved.
"Non, Chere...Remy never leave ya. Never again." He promised her gently as he reached up to brush a strand of dark hair out of her face. They sat there like that for a moment, gazing at each other, soft smiles grazing their lips before they kissed one another. And that night, the two distant lovers closed the space between them that kept them from moving forward with their relationship for all this time.
The next morning...
Cyndi woke up first, noticing that her pillow was in fact not a pillow at all. It was Remy. She smiled at this and looked up at him, still sleeping and holding her close to him with one arm while the other was settled on one side of his bare chest.
It was in that moment, she realized that it didn't matter that she could possibly have to give up her medical career; one of her dreams was being with Remy and being his wife. She would just have to sacrifice one dream for the sake of another. Things would work out. They had to.
"Hey, Cajun..." Cyndi smirked, nudging him softly until he groaned and woke up.
"Wha', Chere?" He replied groggily, annoyed he couldn't sleep past 8...again. She and Becky were always waking him up as they got ready for work and not quite comprehending what had happened last night, Remy woke up a little cranky. But once he opened his eyes and caught sight of his girl in his arms, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her, his mood lightened drastically.
"Wake up..." She replied playfully as she smiled and snuggled up to him, her lips nuzzling into his neck and his hand venturing upward to stroke her long hair. He chuckled at her tone and kissed the top of her head.
"So, where are we going, Cajun?" Cyndi asked softly.
"Hmmm?" He murmured.
"Remember Bella...?" She chuckled. He cringed at the mention of his ex's name at such a beautiful moment. Bella didn't fit in there. Thoughts of Bella were best suited for when he was throwing up due to drinking too heavily, not in their bed where Cyndi and he had just shared a night full of amazing lovemaking.
"Oh, ummm, London?" Remy suggested.
"Too foggy..." Cyndi replied, scrunching her nose at the thought of her hair frizzing constantly.
"Germany?" He asked.
"I don't like the food...or beer." She laughed. He smirked as he looked down at her.
"Do ya have a place in mind den, Chere?" He teased.
"Actually, I do." She replied proudly.
"Care ta enlighten de class?" He chuckled.
"Spain." She announced.
"Ooooo, dat coul' be nice." He said, thinking it over.
Bella wouldn't know where they were since Spain wasn't as obvious a place for them to flee to as France would be, given the fact that Remy was bilingual and spoke fluent French. Still, knowing Bella's resourcefulness, it would only be a matter of time before they had to confront her. Remy just wished that Bella might perhaps come to her senses and leave them alone...but still, she was a woman scorned, a woman scorned with access to deadly weapons and henchman at her beck and call…
Things just didn't look good for them; the day would come for them to face off. It was just a matter of when, leaving would simply buy them time.