A/n: It's finally here! Longest chapter yet. This is it. Well not this is it as in the end but this is it as in this is the big moment! Oh just read before I ruin it for you!
The movie had long since ended and Remy had still not returned to Anya's room. She was beginning to worry and with a final rash decision she left to search for him. She was wondering the halls barely lit by the mid-afternoon sun. She made it to the main corridor before wondering where she should go next. She heard very loud and angry voices coming from a corridor she had not been in yet. On silent feet she made her way down to where the commotion began.
"She's a danger to us all. We don't know when she will snap!" One person who sounded like Cyclops said. "Scott, I've told you. She has a built in fail safe. No matter what her heart will tell her to not betray Gambit." Emma was saying in an exasperated voice. "Cajun has been spending a lot of time with her lately. It can only help enforce the fail safe." Logan agreed. "Now, Remy don't say dat why he was wit her." Remy's soothing accent cut in. "If not to enforce the fail safe, then why?" Cyclops asked. There was a thick silence that hung in the room.
Anya couldn't take it anymore. Using just a touch of her super strength she tore the door of the hinges. "Is that all ah am to yah Remy?" Anya called before throwing the door towards the center of the room. With tears strolling down her cheeks she took off. This time she enforced her speed with flight, flying down the corridors and out the main door. Remy stood in complete awe and shock at what just happened. "Oh my….you love her? Or at least that's what you're trying to find out isn't it Remy?" Emma asked in a softened voice. "Yes." Gambit's voice was filled with despair so deep it softened even Logan's heart. "Non dat it matters now, eh mes amis?" Gambit turned and strolled out the doors. He was headed to the garage. Completely ignoring the protests from Cyclops and Emma, Remy tore off into the night.
Anya was sitting atop a hill overlooking a small river. Tears strolled freely down her face. Her blue eyes shone in the moonlight. She turned her head to look as a single headlight came to rest a few feet from where she was sitting. Remy got off the bike slowly and walked towards Anya. "Chere, Remy wishes you would have stayed. You would have heard why he didn't answer right away."
He was standing beside Anya when he finished talking. He gently lowered himself to the ground then turned to Anya. "Remy didn't answer right away cause he didn't know how to phrase it. Remy….he t'inks he loves you chere. He been trying to find out if dis is love." He laid his hand upon her own, gently stroking the back of his hands with his thumb.
"How'd yah find meh Remy?" Anya asked as she drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. "Well chere, Remy had dis date once. It was a picnic, right on this very hill. It's a place Remy always feel happy visiting. Meeting you here, dat was just a coincidence." Remy smirked as he removed his trench and wrapped it around Anya's shoulders. "Remy, how am ah supposed to know if this is love or just somethang ah think ah'm feeling cause ah'm programmed to?" Anya asked with her wide eyes watching the gentle ripples of the water below.
"Dere be only one way chere. We keep at it. If it's love we will know wit out a doubt before long, non?" Anya turned to Remy and in one fluid motion her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressed to his. A muffled noise of surprise escaped Remy's lips before his lips molded into hers. He gave her a gentle nudge, moving her bottom into his lap. Anya leaned onto Remy, causing him to fall backwards onto the ground. Remy wrapped his arms around Anya's waist while her hands lay on the ground on either side of him.
Anya leaned back, her breath becoming a soft puff of smoke in the chilly night air. Remy smiled sweetly at her before moving her hair behind her ear. Anya smiled back before moving her face closer to his. Soon their lips met again. Their embrace was sweet and long lasting. Remy was the first to break away this time.
"Chere, not dat Remy don' like dis, but da ground is cold. And Remy don' want to go back to da x-men, not tonight." "Ah don't want to go home either Remy." Anya said as she nuzzled her face into Remy's shoulder. Remy mentally kicked himself as his mouth beat his brain. "Den we can go to a hotel. Dat way we don' go home, but we don' stay out here where it's cold." Anya blushed furiously as she stayed quiet. She knew what could happen if they go to a hotel, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for it.
"Ah'd like that Remy." Anya said from his shoulder. Remy was stunned as he sat up, causing Anya to sit up too. He held onto her shoulders as he looked straight into her eyes. "Anya, chere, we don' have to do dat. We can go home. Act like nothing from earlier happened." "No, Remy ah don't want to go back there. Not tonight." Anya looked straight into Remy's eyes as she spoke, proving that she was nothing less than serious. With a defeated sigh Remy stood up, Anya in his arms. He then walked over to where his bike was parked and gently put her on the back. He kissed the top of her head before handing her the helmet. He then hopped onto the front and took off for the city lights.
They had been driving around the city for more than ten minutes before Remy finally stopped outside a very nice looking hotel. The doorman took his keys and handed it to the valet. Remy had his arm around Anya's shoulder as he led her through the doors and to the desk. Remy had a card out and across the desk before the person looked up. "Mr. LeBeau, welcome. Which room would be to your liking tonight?" Remy looked down at Anya and before he could open his mouth he heard a, "The honeymoon suite please." The lady behind the desk raised her eyebrows and turned towards Remy for a confirmation. "Da honeymoon suite it is."
With a nervous hand the card met with the lock and the door to the honeymoon suite lit green. With less trepidation the hand reached out and turned the handle. The door swung open to reveal an open living room. A huge chase lounge chair sat in front of the window. The curtains were drawn to reveal the dazzling city lights. There were no stars to be seen, but the city lights created a starry scene in their stead. Anya walked slowly up to the windows as Remy followed her in and closed the door behind them. Anya pressed her forehead to the window as she stared at the city below. "Remy, it's like they're all watching us. Like what we do is for all the watchers down below." Anya said as she turned to look towards Remy, her hand outstretched. Remy smiled seduction towards Anya as he strolled to her side. In a fluid motion he had her hand to his mouth and a gentle kiss was pressed to it.
Anya pulled her hand away and replaced the closeness they were feeling with a closeness of their bodies. Her soft curves fit perfectly against his hard ones. Her lips found his perfect ones in a kiss that started slow and unsure but turned hungry and passionate in seconds. Her hands roamed Remy's chiseled abs as his wound their way into Anya's hair. He used his gentle hold on her hair to tilt her head back ever so slightly. With a gentle nudge of his tongue to her lips access was granted. A small squeak of pleasant surprise escaped Anya's throat as Remy's tongue explored her mouth. Remy pulled back to nibble on Anya's bottom lip causing a rumble of pleasure to emit from her throat. A smirk played upon his lips as he pulled back to check one last time. "Chere, we don' have to do dis. Not now, not if you're not ready."
Anya grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. "Ah think ah'm ready Remy. If it's with you, ah'm ready." With a groan of pure lust Remy recaptured Anya's lips. Their kisses were heated and passionate. Remy left Anya's mouth and began to trail kisses down her face to that sensitive part on her neck that had an erotic gasp in response. With deft hands Remy had Anya's lacy bra undone and on the floor in one motion. His lips trailed from the crook of Anya's neck to her left breast. His tongue paid special attention to Anya's erect nipple. One hand remained on the small of Anya's back as his other hand drifted up to Anya's unattended nipple.
Remy's attention had Anya's back arching. A tingling sensation shot its way down her spine to curl into the pit of her stomach. She was releasing sounds she hadn't realized she was making. They did not go unnoticed by Remy who groaned in frustrated pleasure as he stood tall. He lifted her up into his arms and made his way to the chaise. "Chere, Remy never seen anyt'ing more beautiful den you right now." Anya's face was flushed, her hair sexily tousled, and her swollen pink lips were slightly parted. Remy tore his shirt off before pressing his naked abdomen to hers. The feel of naked heated skin pressed to more bare skin had both of their minds swimming.
"Remy, ah'm hot. So hot." Anya mumbled as she reached down between their bodies and undid her jeans. Remy received the hint and yanked her jeans down and onto the floor, leaving her in a lacey pair of panties. Remy, feeling overdressed removed his jeans before laying back down and achieving that same level of closeness they had just moment before. With the thickness of the jeans gone Anya could now feel the massive pulsing member that belonged to Remy. A second of fear and worry caused Anya to tense up. Remy, who had been administrating more attention to Anya's breasts noticed the stiffness of her stomach and stopped instantly. "Chere, what's wrong?"
"Remy, ah've nevah done this before. Yah might be just a little too big for meh." She whispered out. A gentle chuckle had Anya meeting Remy's eyes. "Chere, it'll fit. We'll take it slow. Remy promises he won't hurt you." Anya, only a little of her worriedness gone, gently placed her lips back onto Remy's. Remy was using one arm to keep himself up above Anya's body. One hand rested gently on Anya's neck as their kissing built back up the level of hotness it was at when Remy first entered Anya's mouth.
Slowly Remy's hand drifted down Anya's body. A soft trail of electricity followed where Remy's fingers trailed. He didn't stop and linger on her breast this time; slowly they continued their way down. A quick loop around Anya's belly button had her body twitching. A hot moistness grew between her legs as Remy's fingers moved down even more. His fingertips danced on the hem of Anya's panties before hitching their way underneath. One of the fingers dipped between Anya's folds causing her breath to catch. Remy's fingers moved in a small circle around Anya's core.
Anya's shaking hands buried into Remy's hair. Her back arched slightly, just enough to have her body off the couch. In a teasing motion Remy dipped his fingers into Anya's depths. The tight wetness had Remy's cock throbbing in need. He wanted to rip the lace panties to shreds and thrust himself inside of her. But this was her first time, he needed to move slow and get her ready for him. He promised he wouldn't hurt her, and he intended to keep his word.
Anya's body began to shudder, pulling Remy out of his thoughts. Unconsciously Remy's fingers had begun to thrust in and out of Anya's moistness. He could feel her tightening around his fingers. He continued to move his fingers, causing her to be pushed over the edge and into pure ecstasy. Anya released a loud, erotic scream that had Remy's cock dripping with precum. With a swift motion he had removed himself from her and repositioned himself between her legs. He used his powers to charge Anya's panties enough for them to explode safely off of her.
He stared into Anya's core. The soft pinkness had Remy aching with the need to bury himself in her. She wasn't ready, not quite yet. Remy's skilled tongue darted out to tease at Anya's mound. Still riding out the climax from moments before Anya dug her nails into the couch. Scratch marks decorated the couch as Anya lifted herself from the couch. Remy continued his torturing slow administrations until Anya had come once more. Her body had a thin sheet of sweat as she rested back down onto the couch.
Remy licked his lips as he moved his way, trailing kisses, back up Anya's body. "R-Remy, is there anything ah can do for yah?" Anya asked with hitched breaths. "Yes chere, you can relax. This is going to pinch just a bit." Anya nodded as Remy removed the last barrier between the two. He aligned himself with her before very slowly moving himself inside of her. When he came into contact with her barrier he stopped. His lips smashed against hers as he thrusted the rest of the way inside her. Anya cried out into Remy's mouth as her nails burrowed deeper into the couch.
Remy refused to move, allowing Anya to adjust to him. He could feel how tightly she had clenched him. He whispered sweet French nothings into her ear as he littered her face with kisses. It didn't take long until her body relaxed. He waited just a little longer before he dared to move. Very slowly he began his thrusting in and out of her. He pulled out until only the tip of him remained in then pushed all the way in. Anya's soft breathing turned to soft mewling. It was driving Remy crazy. Soon her hips moved with Remy's giving him the okay to move more. Soon his thrusts became quicker.
"Faster Remy." Anya whispered in his ear, almost sending him over the edge. He complied, quickening the speed of his thrusts. All pain was gone from Anya and all she could feel was an amazing, blinding pleasure. Remy was inside of her, one with her. It made her complete. Remy could feel her tightening back up. "Chere, don' do dat. Remy won't last if you do."
"Then don't last Remy. Cum for me." She whispered seductively against his lips. With one final thrust Remy released his seed inside of her. She felt his cock twitching inside of her with the release of his seed, causing her own pleasure to reach their limits. They called each other's names as they came together. Remy kissed Anya's forehead as he watched her fight to keep her eyes open. "Go to sleep chere, Remy will be here when you wake up." Anya closed her eyes as she drifted to sleep in the arms of the man she knew she loved.
A/N: Eh? What'd I say? Are you excited to read what happens next? I'm excited to decide! Maybe another chapter before the end of the week? I hope so! Creative juices are flowing!