Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.
AN: This chapter would be part of the reason I said I gave the story a heavy T rating. Nothing too bad, just some very rambunctious making-out and other stuff. Just FYI. :)
Remy woke up the next morning. His clock read nine. He stretched, then decided it would be a good idea to check on Molly. Molly must have thought the same thing, because when Remy opened the door, she was standing there. "Morning," Remy said as she hugged him.
"Good _morning_," Molly smiled cheerily, "You were so sweet to carry me back to bed last night," She said in a quiet voice. "So maybe a kiss is in order?"
"C'mon," Remy covered his mouth, "I still have morning breath.
"I don't. Besides, I don't mind," Molly exuded almost overwhelming feelings of happiness. She certainly was on cloud nine this morning.
"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you," Remy felt happy because Molly was happy. It made him feel giddy because she was giddy. Normally he wouldn't let her emotions imprint onto him like this, but the feeling was just too good to not get swept up in. Remy held his hands at Mollys waist and bent down. He felt Mollys hands playing with his hair. Her arms looped around his neck. This kiss was going to last a while.
A few minutes into it-just when things were getting good-the two heard Scott coughing at them. "Yes?" Remy let go of Molly, straightening up as Molly blushed, holding onto Remys arm, snuggling up close as she half buried her face into his chest while looking a little annoyed at Scott.
"If you aren't doing anything important, maybe you could show Trina around today after breakfast?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, sure. No problem," Remy said. It would make sure Leon stayed away from the girl at least.
The three of them stared at each other for what felt like a long time. "Anything else, Scott?" Molly said in a slightly uncharacteristic way the way her tone said 'leave us alone before I throw a fit'.
"...I'd just feel more comfortable if you saved the PDA until after you got dressed," Scott said in his usual "irritated" voice.
"Um, okay," Molly said. She let go of Remy and rushed back to her room, "Two minutes!" She said over her shoulder as she ran.
"Thanks for killing the mood," Remy glared daggers at Scott.
Scott just threw Remy a barely contained smirk as he walked away. Remy considered staying in his pajamas out of spite, but didn't want to get a lecture (or have Goggle Boy whining at him, as Remy thought of it), so he quickly went to his room and threw on some clothes. As soon as he came out, Molly was standing there waiting for him.
He leaned down to Molly, putting one hand on her lower-back as the other hand rubbed the back of her neck. "If you give me a couple minutes to brush my teeth, we can go down to the gazebo and have a little alone time before breakfast," Remy smiled.
"That sounds perfect," Molly looked excited as her eyes seemed to sparkle. She was giving off tremendous amounts of emotion. Anticipation, attraction, more giddy ness and a little bit of greedy ness. Remy knew that today Molly was going to be an emotional handful-well, more then most days.
"Mmmm-mmmmMMMMMM-mmm," Molly squealed, throwing herself at Remy forcefully as her arms went around his neck with her fingers messing up the back of his hair. Remy was sitting and Molly was perched on her knees, but she was almost sitting in his lap for how close they were as she had her knee between his splayed out legs, but not sitting on him, just hovering. They had barely come up for air after about 15 minutes. This was definitely one of their more-if not first-rambunctious make-out sessions.
"What's gotten into _you_?" Remy finally broke the kiss.
"Uh, I'm sorry? What am I doing wrong?" Molly frowned.
"You're not doing anything wrong. You've just never been so, uh, energetic. You're very...passionate...this morning," Remy said, trying to use G-rated words so Molly wouldn't feel shameful or embarrassed of her actions-or want to stop. (He _was_ enjoying it after all.) Molly seemed to be more sexual then truly passionate, the way she was kissing and pressing herself against him. Remy was surprised that he still had his shirt on for how she was acting. Heck, he was almost surprised that Molly wasn't trying to take things a step further for the way she was acting. (Though it was Molly he was dealing with.) Remy had to admit that even in those times in the months when Molly was feeling more...hormonal...then usual, she never acted like this, even on her "worst" days. "Are you feeling...you know?" Remy waved a hand out into the air, avoiding eye-contact for a moment. Not a discussion he wanted to have, but an explanation would have been nice.
"N-no. I'm f-fine," Molly stammered, "I guess it could be that. I mean, it's a little early in the month, but I haven't been feeling, like, weird or anything."
"Guess I just want to make sure you're, uh, you. Just in case you're an enemy trying to take my purity," Remy winked.
"Yes, because that's what are enemies are _really_ after. A twenty year old boy's virginity," Molly rolled her eyes.
"Hey, twenty-year old _man_, thank you very much," Remy was a little offended.
"...Not until l-later," Molly giggled, blushing, losing her bravado.
"So one day you're going to make a man out of me, Petite?" Remy stroked under her chin.
Molly bit her lower lip, the blush on her cheeks going from pink to purple.
"Why do I always paint myself into corners?" She said quietly.
"Well I completely look forward to it," Remy purred. They went back to kissing energetically.
There was a familiar "BAMF" sound again, to Remys annoyance.
"Mon Dieu," Remy hung his head back, the ocean breeze whipping his hair around from behind the empty cliff side past the gazebo, "Can't we have a _little_ uninterrupted time? Is that really so much to ask for? Is it?" He looked up again to face Kurt and Kitty.
"You're missing breakfast and Scott wants to know where you are," Kitty said.
"Not to mention Logan and everyone else," Kurt said. The couple presumed "everyone else" meant the rest of the teachers.
"Alright," Molly sighed, standing up and smoothing out her clothes, "We're coming."
"I could port you b-" Kurt started to say.
"No!" Molly and Remy interrupted him.
"Thank you," Molly amended.
"It's nice, but we'll go at our own pace. See you at home guys," Remy gave them a little wave off.
"Four's a crowd," Kitty rolled her eyes with a sour look and the two friends teleported out.
"It's times like this I wish we could go on vacation," Molly grumbled as they started walking hand-in-hand, "I mean, maybe it's time for you to meet my family. We could go back for a week, have a little fun. Iron out the stress. Not have everyone looming over our shoulder every second of the day."
"Let's not be hasty," Remy said, "I mean, uh, I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. Besides, would we get more alone time there then here? You've never brought a guy home before." Then there was the possibility of Remy going back to Nevada only to face a shot-gun and a protective older brother.
"My family isn't like that. We give each other space," Molly said, "I really think it would be a good idea. It wouldn't even have to be a week. Just a few days even. Maybe you could think about it?"
"I'll think about it," Remy said, "Just remember that we are needed here right now too. We can't go off whenever we feel like it."
"Oh, sure, now you're sounding responsible. I think you're starting to really act like one of the team, Remy," Molly smiled.
"I try," Remy laughed, "Uh, so you're dad doesn't keep guns, does he?".
"No. Why?" Molly raised her eyebrows.
"Just wondering," Remy said.
'Merci tous ce qui est bon et gracieux mon vie que sa p re n'a pas de conserver un fusil!,' Remy thought in French, hoping he wasn't going to start sweating from being terrified.
AN:
Merci tous ce qui est bon et gracieux mon vie que sa p re n'a pas de conserver un fusil!=Thank all that is good and gracious in my life that her father does not keep guns!
I Thought it would be funnier if Remy was thinking to himself in French. I don't know, I guess it's something he does when he's worried.