Combusting Hearts
Chapter 34
I stepped out into the cold night air, closing my eyes as a light wind swept through, cooling my skin. It was a familiar feeling that I had become accustomed to over the years, one of the few things that would calm and relax me. It was a way to get my mind off of things.
No matter what I did, things just wouldn't go away. I'd constantly have these fleeting thoughts, pent up guilt and disgust. The nightmares themselves left me sleepless and tired. At times, I'd nearly fall asleep during class. It even became harder for me to concentrate on daily things. The only good thing was that I only had about three months left and then I'd be done. Although, that was the only thing that would finally be done and over with. I still had to deal with Victor and others.
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Gambit stood there by the window, looking outside at Elaine. He watched as she stood there, her back to him, eyes likely closed to the world.
She'd been tired as of late, trying her best not to let on to anyone else that fact. He still noticed though. For him, it was hard not to.
The smile she wore wasn't as real and she was less lively. She wasn't as talkative as she could have been at times. Even simple jokes would fall flat when used on her at times. It was the nightmares that she'd been having that were truly taking their toll on her and he was sure that he knew why. Victor.
That snake of a man was still alive, Gambit could feel it. Even worse, he was trying to take revenge on Elaine, trying to make her miserable whenever she slept. He also knew that Victor wouldn't stop until he had her in his grip again, but what he didn't know, was that Gambit wouldn't allow it. He'd be ready next time. Next time, Victor wouldn't have a chance in hell.
With that thought in mind, Gambit looked down at his coat pocket, tentatively reaching his hand in and pulling something out. In his hand was a small velvet box, the fabric smooth and soft to the touch, the texture itself only second to silk. The box itself was only two by two in size, easily fitting in the palm of his hand.
He smiled to himself as he gazed down at it, popping it open for a moment, the light bouncing off of it and catching in his eyes.
There was a curtain glint in his eye as he stared down at the small trinket, a smile slowly gracing his thin lips.
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I sighed, turning my eyes to the starry night sky. Another cold breeze swept through, sending a shiver down my spine in light waves. It was colder out now than it was earlier, but I didn't care, I just pulled my jacket closer in an attempt to warm myself.
"Cheri, why don' ya come inside darlin'? Is too cold out," came Remy's velvet voice, the mere sound of it warming my insides.
This in itself felt familiar, like one of my dreams. It was as if I had seen and heard this before.
"I like it out here though. I mean, it's not that cold out," I said, trying to delay my return to the mansion.
I just heard him laugh, before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders from behind, his warm breath tickling my ears. I shivered at the sensation, a small smile on my face.
"Really now, ya don' say?" he said with a thick chuckle.
This in itself made my face go slightly red as he sat there behind me on his knees, a feeling of embarrassment going through me as he caught me in an obvious lie. It wasn't very hard for him to tell when I was lying though. It was as though he had a sixth sense when it came to me.
"Now, let's go inside Cheri," he cooed softly, before kissing my cheek gently, the side of his face catching mine for a moment as he started to stand back up.
He stood there, a charming smile on his face as he looked down at me, his hand extended toward me.
"Always such a gentleman," I said as I took hold of his hand, watching him smile further at my statement, earning a smile of my own.
"For you? Always cheri," he smiled, pulling me into his chest with practiced ease.
A faint blush crept up onto my cheeks, painting them a faint pink as I stared at him, his hand coming up and resting gently against my cheek.
"Remy," I whispered, slowly closing my eyes as he leaned down, his lips pressing against my own.
The feeling set my soul on fire, warming me from the inside out, traveling from my chest to my fingertips. The kiss itself being soft and sweet, gentle, but passionate. It was a gentleman's kiss.
"I love you Cheri," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.
"I love you too Remy," I breathed, feeling his thumb caressing my cheek, the feeling trailing slowly down the side of my jaw.
He was always so gentle with me, always offering a smile, always so loving. He always seemed so perfectly pleasant and charming. He was truly one of a kind.
"Now," he started, placing a hand on my back. "Let's go inside," he finished, quickly throwing his other arm under my legs in one single sweeping motion.
I couldn't help, but to let out a squeak as he picked me up in his arms, holding me close. On instinct, my arms went around his neck, a sly smile pulling at his lips in reply.
"Let's get you back inside," he grinned, walking back toward the mansion, his warm arms securely wrapped around me.
"Have I ever told you how utterly sneaky you are?" I asked, biting back a small smile.
"You know, Remy not sure ya have," he grinned, leaning down and brushing his nose against mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
My eyes widened in response.
"You wouldn't dare," I warned.
"Oh, but I would," he grinned, before throwing open the door and taking me upstairs.
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