Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any
original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
"So who is this Tony Stark guy?" Remy questioned on the way back.
"The most expensive nerd alive," Molly said, "He's on all the magazines and everything. I haven't mentioned him before?"
"No, I guess not," Remy said.
"He's a billionaire. That's billionaire with a 'B'. He's a certified genius, owns his own company and he's got the most amazing workshop-or at least that's what I've read," Molly said.
"So, what, he's into computers or something?" Remy stared blankly again.
"His company used to make weapons. The guy graduated college before he turned twenty," Kitty said, "He's not just into computers-he's a master of them. He makes his own software and he's just _incredible_!" Kitty got a sparkle in her sky blue eyes like she did when she talked about a boy band or an actor.
"...I guess I understand," Remy said, "Rich guy who's really amazing with computers and is a CEO. So amazing that appearantly he could build himself a high-tech suit."
"How do you know _he_ built it?" Jean asked.
"The colors of his suit. They're the same as a hot rod I saw in a magazine once," Remy said, "That can't be a coincidence. I have to say he has good taste in cars."
"Good taste in women too," Kurt smirked, "He dated Yasmine Blaire a while back."
"Yasmine Blaire?" Remy murmered, "Impressive."
"Moving on," Scott said, "We'll regroup and try to hit it again soon. A day or so."
"Really?" Molly said, "We're going to try again? I don't feel like getting my spleen handed to me, thanks.
Can't we just, like, hope for the best?"
"Sorry, but that's not the way it works," Jean said, "That device could unleash anything. We need to get it as fast as possible."
"Fantastic," Molly threw her hands up, "Why don't we all just walk up to them and say 'kill me now' and make it easier for everyone?!"
"Calm down," Remy advised, "We'll know what we're expecting next time at least. Maybe I have an idea. You sneak in, you sneak out maybe?"
"Maybe," Molly said, "It couldn't hurt. They might not expect it."
"Except they know you can turn into animals," Kitty said, "So they might expect it."
"Animals," Molly smiled with mischief, "But no one said anything about insects."
The kids got home and took a well deserved rest. "So..." Remy trailed as they stood in front of Mollys door.
"So?" Molly looked up at him.
"Maybe tonight...just one more time...?" Remy smiled, eyes pleading.
"No!" Molly was adamant, "You said it yourself, it's not good for us."
"Cherie, come on!" Remy begged, "It's not like we were doing anything _bad_. Please?"
"No," Molly stuck to her guns.
Remy let her go, holding up his hands as if he was a general in a war, trying to show a gesture of peace. "I'll be good."
"Remy! Enough!" Molly whirled around away from him, storming into her room, a flurry of almost tangible emotion, angrily throwing herself onto the bed and facing Remy again as he stood before her.
"I love you too, but you're asking too much of me. If we do this anymore, we're _going_ to cross a line we can't come back from. It would be inevitable. I don't want that to happen, okay?"
Remy frowned, realizing how much the idea bothered Molly. He slowly sat next to her, leaning against the headboard casually. He crossed his arms, looking at the carpet a minute, seeming a little pouty since Molly wasn't at all agreeable with his ideas.
"Alright, I get it. Sorry. I just...it was nice being with you so much, that's all."
"You're not just saying that?"
"I'm not. And I would like to share a bed with you one day, so I'll try to keep things, uh, normal between us," Remy hugged her.
"Thank you. That's all I want," Molly said.
"I know Cherie," Remy said.
"So, uh, want to make-out now maybe?" Remy smiled, showing his teeth.
"You act like you have to ask my permisson," Molly laughed.
"No, of course not. Our relationship is completely give and take," Remy leaned in, holding Molly at her left cheek.
Kissing Remy was warm and passionate, like always. He seemed to put _himself_ into kissing. All his boldness, romanticism, strength and masculinity seemed to go into how he kissed. He went down to her throat. "...Feels good," Molly said dreamily, smiling.
She suddenly felt viabrations of air against her neck from his mouth. "It tickles!" Molly giggled.
Remy eventually stopped, putting his head on her shoulder, almost against Mollys neck. His arms were around her torso and he was laying on the bed, propping himself up against her. Awkward and sort of comfortable.
"Are you feeling okay after everything that went on?" Remy wondered.
"I'm fine. A little sore, but otherwise fine," Molly said, "You?"
"Just tired, but this makes me feel better. I have a nice _view_," Remy grinned, staring mischieviously downward to Mollys feminine anatomy.
Molly rolled her eyes, but smiled. "_Anyway_, I know I was a little harsh earlier and I'm sorry. I'm going to miss spending all that free time with you and stuff."
"Yeah. I guess the upside is that if we ever get married, sharing a room won't be the _only_ thing we'll be doing," Remy smirked,
squeezing Mollys body tighter. "Mmm!" He buried his face into her neck, "You're so _soft_!"
"You're such a...! You're so embarrassing!" Molly practically screeched, unable to squirm out of Remy's arms, his hold on her iron clad.
"Well that _is_ what you've been wanting. Marriage and all it's happy little benefits," Remy continued to smirk.
"Yes, but somehow you manage to put it in a very...embarrassing...way," Molly grasped for words, "You manage to make it sound, I don't know, somehow inappropriate."
"You're just shy. I can change that," Remy's eyes lit up as he started making-out with her again, starting at her neck.
"My boyfriend is a pervert!" Molly laughed heartily.
Much later that night, Molly bolted upright in bed with a gasp as it thundered outside, the weather loud and storming.
The clouds in the sky were so dark and overbearing that the moon couldn't even be seen and all that could be heard was a howling breeze, like a woman screaming bloody murder. Molly was covered in a warm sweat. It dripped down her head like she'd been doused in water.
Molly had only had a nightmare, but usually her reactions to such a thing weren't so...startling. She had been dreaming about going up against the Avengers again, but losing in a bad way. Like seeing herself and the others dying. She didn't know if the rival team would even go to such lengths, but Molly hoped that they were heroes like the X-Men and not evil, like so many the kids had come across.
Molly walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. She went and turned on the sink, splashing her face with soothing warm water to clean off the sweat. Molly smiled as water trickled off of her nose and chin. Warm water reminded her of a refreshing bath. She wanted a bath in the morning. A long one. Molly rubbed her face off with one of the clean white towels hanging from the wrack and made her way back to bed, except she was surprised to see that it was already daybreak. Since it was a Thursday, that meant the kids had to get up early and go to school and that breakfast was at seven sharp. It had to be very early in the morning if the sun was already rising, Molly guessed. She decided to forgo her usual half hour of sleep and start getting ready early.
Molly was glad to be the first at breakfast for once, before _anyone_ else. Even early rising Logan or the Professor. Molly sat in the dining room enjoying the peace and quiet before the morning rush. She had her day mentally planned out already. A nice breakfast, drop by the college for a little homework, then come back and spend some time with her friends, then have lots of quality time alone with Remy and end the day with a nice dinner at home. Molly wanted a day of normalcy before their next trip to Shield. Just one day.
"Good morning," Molly greeted Logan as he came into the room, dressed in his usual jacket and jeans.
"'Morning. Why are you up so early kid?" Logan sat down and opened up his newspaper.
"I had a bad dream and I thought I'd get a jump on the day," Molly said, "Uh, hope you don't mind me hanging around."
"It's fine," Logan said.
Silence again. Molly continued to enjoy it. The peaceful moments were the ones you had to hold onto, because sometimes they were few and far between.
Soon enough, the rest of the students started trickling in, and eventually, things were as crowded and noisy as ever.
"Want to go eat outside?" Remy leaned close and talked into Mollys ear. Molly nodded. They snuck off, away from the chaos, sitting at the fancy glass table and white metal furniture in the backyard.
"So what are you doing today, sweetheart," Remy reached out and held Mollys hand when they were halfway finished.
"I was going to go do some homework, then come back here, hang out with everyone, then I thought we could have a little time alone before dinner," Molly smiled.
"Or maybe you could skip all that and just have time alone with me all day," Remy smirked flirtatiously.
"Sorry, but we do have lives outside of each other, remember? Like you volunteering to clean the garage today," Molly said.
"I was trying to get out of it by devoting all my attention to you, ma amour," Remy purred, starting to kiss up Mollys arm like a man madly in love.
"Jeez! Is there ever going to be a minute when you don't have your lips on me?!" Molly shriked, turning red and giggling as he reached her neck.
"Mm-mmm," Remy murmered, his mouth glued to her neck.
"Remy," Molly sighed, rolling her eyes.
Remy finally stopped after a moment, "Delicious," He commented.
"If you're so bent on spending time with me, you could come with me to the computer lab for a while," Molly said.
"Not a bad idea," Remy said.
"Except you can't be all, y'know, like here. We have rules about that sort of thing," Molly said.
"Like rules ever stopped me," Remy balked at the notion.
"Alright, we've got an old lady with mace and two security guards that are almost three hundred pounds of muscle," Molly said.
"Doesn't matter," Remy said, "Nothing can stop me from loving you."