Remy and Anya had spent whnat seemed like an eternity on the train heading down to New Orleans. They spent the time talking and getting to know one another. Anya had asked many personal questions, most to which Remy had decided to answer. It was the only thing that kept them sane on the long ride from New York. When they finally arrived Remy had decided to take a quick tour of his home town. He showed her his favorite shops, most which were lingerie, and many of his favorite cafes. After the tour Remy took her to his favorite Jazz club in the French Quarter. Remy sat them down at the best seat in the café and ordered them a dark red wine with the biggest slice of dark chocolate cake they could order.
The wine arrived first, they enjoyed drinking it and chatting over the soft jazz music that was playing through the place. The waitress delivered their cake, placing it directly in the center of the table. The plate had two small forks one which Anya reached for. She stopped when she saw the ring on her left hand glittering in the chandelier lighting of the club. Remy noticed this and lifted her hand to his lips. "You are mine now chere." Remy spoke with a sultry voice before pressing his lips very gently to the ring. Anya blushed as she gently tugged her hand free. "You say that this chocolate cake is the best around?" Anya asked before taking a small piece of the cake onto her fork. She lifted it up and pressed it to her lips but never opened her mouth.
Remy licked his lips before pushing gently on the end of Anya's fork, causing her to open her mouth. She smirked before actually eating the cake. She stopped her whimsical acts of absurd flirting when she tasted the cake. It literally melted in her mouth. "Is there fudge in there?" She asked all wide-eyed in awe. Remy couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Now chere, dere's a secret recipe. Wouldn't be much of a secret if Remy told you, non?" Anya huffed out her cheeks before Remy held up another bite. Anya looked between Remy and the cake before opening her mouth. Remy just smiled deviously before pulling the fork away and eating it himself. Anya made a squeaking noise of protest but Remy took the chance to shove a bite into her mouth. Their playful eating continued on until the cake and the wine was gone.
"Chere, why don't we get a room for da night? Remy'll take you to meet his family tomorrow, okay Chere?" Remy grasped her hands within his own. She smiled and nodded to him before leaning into his warmth. "That sounds fine sugah. But you better not skip it out tomorrow." She smiled before kissing Remy gently on the lips. Remy just shook his head with a smile on his face. "Come now chere, we gunna head to the best hotel in Nawlins." Remy lead Anya off towards the heart of New Orleans' French Quarter.
Remy got them quickly checked in and headed straight to the room. He told them he wouldn't need any room service that night but would like an early morning wake up call. That night Anya and Remy drew back the curtains of the large bay windows and sat together on the ledge. Anya sat in Remy's lap as they looked out over the city. The stars were just beginning to show their faces and the moon had been big and bright in the sky. They stayed up pretty late whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Morning seemed to come too early for the loving couple. Remy ordered breakfast for them both, a simple fresh fruit salad and eggs with toast. They ate in comfortable silence while they listened to the city awaken. It didn't take long before soft jazz music began to fill the air. Anya and Remy decided to take a quick shower and to do some light shopping before heading to Remy's home. Anya was the first to hop into the shower, Remy surprising her by slipping in behind her.
Remy grabbed the soapy rag from her and began to scrub her clean. He started with the nape of her neck and worked his way on the shoulders. Very gently he moved downwards, massaging her breasts through the rag. Anya cried out but Remy put a hand over her mouth. "Now chere, keep quiet. Room service is cleaning up, we don' wan' them to hear, do we?" Remy whispered maliciously in her ear. He was teasing her, taunting her, he wanted to make her cry out. He removed his hand from her mouth and began to massage her breast again. Remy moved the rag to her back, cleaning it before following her waist to the front of her stomach. He cleaned around her belly button before dipping down to clean between her legs.
Remy let the rag fall from his hands. He leaned in real close to Anya before asking her to bend over and pick it up. Embarrassed, Anya complies, only to be rewarded with a hard smack to the butt. She yipes as she stands straight up and turns to face Remy. Before she can say anything Remy's lips ravaged hers. "Chere…Anya" Remy whispered in between rough devouring kisses. "Mi amore," Remy whispered against the sensitive skin of her throat. It wasn't long before his mouth covered her nipples. She completely forgot she was upset with him the moment his nimble, knowing fingers found her core. She moved her body against him before he withdrew his fingers. "Chere you're getting loud, keep it down." Remy smirked as he captured her lips again. In a swift move Remy had Anya lifted up against the shower wall. In a quick move he slid himself into her. She cried out into Remy's mouth. He moved quickly in and out of her, taking no time in finding his pace.
Anya cried out as she moved from his mouth and latched onto his shoulder. It was a gentle nibbling on his shoulder. She used it to muffle her growing cries. Remy could tell this time wouldn't be as long as their previous encounters. Anya called out against his shoulder as she dug her nails into his back. Remy grinded his teeth as he released his seed deep within her. They stood there in the shower, sweaty and panting. He put her gently to her feet. She stood a little shakily, but quickly found her footing to finish showering. They washed themselves clean of their sex. They stepped out and found it more fun to towel dry the other than themselves.
They stepped out of the bathroom, laughing and barely clad in their towels. Remy jokingly yanked on Anya's towel, causing her to squeal and dance away. Remy dug into his bag, pulling out some shorts and a wife beater to be worn under his signature trench coat. He then pulled out a pair of cut off shorts and a plaid halter top. He laid her clothes on the bed and began to get dressed himself. Anya came over to the clothes and held up the shorts, they were extremely tiny. "Remy. Why are my shorts so…short?" Anya questioned with an odd look on her face before holding them up to herself. "Chere, it be da summer. It gets mighty hot down here in Nawlins." Anya just' hmphed' and began to dress. Once they were done they headed out.