Chapter 5: Going South

About a month and a bit later. Warning! Citrusy stuff. Skip to page break if this offends you.

"Dieu, chere, Ai think Ai'm goin' crazy."

I trailed my lips down his jaw, "It's only been a month."

He slid his hands down to my hips and pushed me against the closed door. "One very long month."

"Not any longer than-" I broke off with a gasp as Remy pressed his lips to the hyper-sensitive spot under my jaw.

"Ya were sayin'."

I slid my hands under his shirt, brushing briefly over the new scar. He let me pull the material over his head.

He pulled me away from the door. "Do ya trust me?"

I nodded.

Remy turned me so I faced away from him and pulled my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers skimmed down my spine to the top of my jeans, making me shiver.

He brushed his lips across the back of my shoulder. "Close yo eyes."

I did. Remy walked around in front of me and knelt, letting his hands drift down my stomach. My breathing accelerated. He undid the button on my jeans and my heart almost stopped. He slid them down my legs, simultaneously running his mouth up my stomach, stopping just before he reached my bra.

I whimpered.

He stood and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. "Go ahead an' open yo eyes now."

"Please, Remy, stop teasing me."

He lowered me onto the mattress. "Ya want me to make ya scream? Ai will, ya know. Dieu, chere Ai could…"

I kissed him, sliding my hands over his pectorals to his abdomen. He let me flip us so I sat above him with one knee on either side of his waist. My hands and mouth traveled over his skin. I felt him tense under me.

My hands traveled to his pants. I undid the button and zipper slowly, enjoying the look on Remy's face. I went to touch him and he stopped me.

"Ai cain't let ya do dat."

I pressed my hips against his and he moaned. "And why not?"

"'Cause, damn chere, Ai'm a bit..." He shifted slightly for emphasis.

"Your loss."

Remy chuckled and flipped me onto my back. "Yo gain, chere."

He undid my bra and dropped it on the floor. I knotted my hands in the sheets, trying not to squirm.

His fingers trailed down my breasts before stroking over my nipples. I bit my tongue.

"Don' hold back." he whispered, pinching lightly.

I gasped and arched into his hand. Remy continued to tease me with light, slow strokes until I was gasping for air. Then he closed his mouth around the now raw skin. His tongue moved in tight circles, forcing a groan from me. Finally, he pulled away.

Remy's fingers slipped under the elastic on my underwear, drawing it slowly down my legs. I whimpered. He hooked on of my legs over his shoulder and almost blacked out.

"Remy… I…"

"Do ya want me to stop?"

"No!" I tangled my fingers in his hair and closed my eyes.

At the first touch of his tongue, my entire body went rigid. I felt him smile before dipping his tongue into me. I arched up, groaning. Remy's tongue slid back and forth until I was seeing spots. Then, with no warning, he pulled back, replacing his tongue with nimble fingers. I came, bucked wildly into his hand.

When my vision cleared, I helped Remy out of the last of his clothes and flipped him onto his back. Slowly, I pushed myself down onto him. We both gasped. His hands gripped my hips as I rocked into him. It wasn't long before Remy lost it, slamming up hard before going limp, eyes half shut.

I rolled off him and he draped an arm over my waist.

"Worth… the… wait?" I panted.

He nodded.

~OoOoO~

Half an hour later I looked out the window. It was full dark.

"We missed dinner."

"Oui."

I got out of the bed and pulled on a robe, cinching it tight around my waist. "I'm going down to the kitchen. Be right back."

Remy nodded and stretched. "Want me ta come with ya?"

I shook my head and left, closing the door after me.

I could hear the shouting from the bottom of the stairs. It wasn't that uncommon to hear arguing. We did have Remy, Scott, and Logan in the same house. But it was a completely different thing to hear Jean shrieking at someone like that.

Cautiously, I peeked around the doorway.

Jean and a shirtless, rumpled-looking Scott stood on either side of the center island, glaring at each other. Jean held a ladle as if she planned to decapitate someone with it.

"Jean, you're over-reacting. It isn't-"

"Over-reacting! You- you bastard!" with no warning, the struck Scott across the face. "Have fun. I'm leaving. You won't see me again." she stormed past me and up the stairs, presumably going to pack.

I entered the kitchen. "What was that about?"

Scott left, rubbing his face absently.

A/N: I told you this chapter would be interesting. J I wonder what Scotty did to make Jean so mad