A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I see some familiar names!
Walking into the office of the motel, Remy smiled at the older lady at the front desk. "Bonjour." He said, resting his elbows on the counter.
"Well, hello." She said, stopping her knitting and giving him her attention. "What can I do for you?"
"Jus' wonderin' if I can get some clean sheets." He asked.
The woman chuckled. "After last night, I suppose you do need them." She said, setting her yarn on the desk. "Yes, I heard you last night. What you do is your business, but please keep it down. I don't need you running potential clients off."
Smirking, Remy nodded. "I keep dat in mind." He said as he watched her disappear and return from the back with clean sheets. "Merci."
"Payment is due today, honey." She said, seeing him walk toward the door.
Turning around, he winked at her. "I'll get it t' y'. Don' worry." He said as he pushed the door open with his back and walked back up to his room.
Walking inside, he placed the sheets at the foot of the bed. Taking the things he had bought at the store, he sat them on the counter before returning and stripping the sheets from the bed. After placing the new ones on, he sat down and looked around the room. There was a small fridge, so that was the only thing this room had going for it. Other than that, the bathroom consisted of a toilet and shower. The sink was just outside, but the counter was a decent size. The place was clean and this was the first room he had that he didn't feel like he was going to catch any STDs, despite his promiscuity. He chuckled to himself, thinking about what he would do for the rest of the day.
Lying back on the bed, Remy placed his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. He could hang out at The Sink and see if there was another willing lady to come back to his room or he could just go and do petty thieving. Sitting up, he decided on the latter. Grabbing his leather jacket, he went outside and downstairs to his bike where he mounted it and made the short trip across the empty lot.
Making out with several women and picking the pockets of too many hammered men passed out over the bar counter, he finally called it quits and head outside where the pouring rain greeted him. "Damn." He muttered as he got his keys ready and got on his bike. "Fuck!" The freezing water seeped through his pants and hit his groin hard.
Starting up the bike, he quickly made his way to his hotel. Heading up the stairs, he opened the door and immediately stripped from his soaked, frozen clothes and head into the bathroom where he turned the water on. After feeling of it, he got inside and sighed at the wonderful relief it brought to his frozen body. He didn't know how long he was in there, but he looked at his fingers that were starting to turn pruney. Killing the water, the cool from the air started to creep across his skin.
Quickly drying off, he turned the corner where he quickly dug around in his satchel for his sweats. Finding them, he put them on but paused when he heard a knock on his door.
Narrowing his gaze, he reached down and grabbed a deck of cards that were in the pocket of his jeans from yesterday. "Who is it?" He asked sternly, slowly walking closer to the door and looking through the peephole.
"It's Gabby." He could see her face.
She was trying to stay dry from the rain that continued to pour, so she pressed herself against the door.
Opening the door, Remy smiled down at her as he watched her eyes travel over his chest and stomach. "Wha' can I do fo' y', petit?" He asked, opening the door wider so she could enter.
"I came... I mean my dad sent me." She said, stumbling over her words.
"Get in here, 'fore y' get mo' wet, girl." He said, placing his left hand on her right shoulder and gently pulling her inside.
"I, uh, okay?" She said, looking back as if to make sure no one was watching her.
Stepping in the doorway, Remy looked out over the parking lot before he turned to face her. "Y' got people followin' y'?" He asked, closing the door.
"No, I just don't want people to see me coming to a hotel room." She said, nervously knawing on her bottom lip. "People in this town are quick to start rumors."
Raising an eyebrow, he walked closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Calm yo'self, chere." He said. "Ain' no one t'inkin' anyt'in'. Now, let's start with de beginin', eh?"
She couldn't help but look at his lean chest and torso. The light dusting of hair was standing on end along with his nipples. God dammit. She needed to keep her eyes on his face.
"My dad has a little job for you tomorrow." She said, looking up into his red and black eyes. "I mean, he said if you want it. You don't have to take it."
"Hmm." Remy thought as he placed his hands on his hips. "Y' gonna be t'ere?"
The question seemed to catch her off guard. "Me?" She asked. "Well, yeah. I'm actually having a friend over tonight."
"Slumber party. Sounds fun." He said, looking at her face and stopping on her lips. "Wha' yo' papa got in mind?"
"Well, if it isn't raining," She started as she watched him take a few steps closer to her. "He'd like you to pressure wash the trailer."
"Wha' time?" He asked, giving her the tiniest of grins as he kept his eyes on her full lips.
"I don't know." She said, feeling the heat from the shower he obviously just had. "Late morning?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, he brought his right hand up and lightly ran it over his bottom lip, thinking. "Hmm." He thought, seeing her watch his finger.
"He's willing to pay you. You know. If that's what you want." Gabby said.
"Non," Remy said, shaking his head. "Don' need no payment. Yo' dad's been plenty kind t' me. I do it fo' free. But...maybe I join y' for lunch?"
"I don't see why that wouldn't work. Dad is planning on cooking out on the grill and he's going to make burgers. Kinda of a Sunday tradition when the weather cooperates." She said stealing one last glance at his midsection before turning toward the door. "Well, anyway, we'll see you around...ten?"
"Y' leavin' so soon?" He asked, stepping closer and placing his hand on her left forearm. "How 'bout y' stay. Jus' until de rain die down. Be mighty cold. Don' wan' y' gettin' sick, no?"
Looking down at his hand on her arm she then looked up into his eyes. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to hang around until it lightens up. I hate driving in the rain." She said, seeing him smile.
"Bon." He said, turning toward the TV and taking the remote off the dresser. "Maybe dere be somet'in' good on. Maybe dis TV actu'lly work in dis shit hole. Haven' tried it yet. Wha' kind o' stations y' got here?"
"Well, basic cable blows." She said, making him chuckle. "Depends on what you feel like watching."
"Here." He said, handing her the remote. "Y' watch wha' y' want. I don' mind."
She sat down at the foot of the bed and clicked the power button. She suddenly turned bright red when she heard, and saw, the porn scene play out before her.
"Oh my god!" She said quickly changing the channel. "Well, we know what the people were watching who stayed here before you."
Remy lightly laughed. "Y' don' like porn?" He asked, sitting down beside her.
"Honestly?" She asked. "I've never seen a porn in my life."
He smirked. "Won' judge y' if y' wanna watch it." He said.
Still blushing, Gabby shook her head. "Um, that's a no." She said as she changed the channel again.
"Suit y'self." He said, leaning back against his hands and looking at her face. "Been curious."
"About?" She asked, glancing at him before she looked back at the TV.
"When y' was talkin' 'bout oral sex earlier," He saw her blush deepen. "Did y' give or receive?"
"That's a personal question." She said, facing the TV.
"Jus' makin' small talk." He said, looking at the TV.
"Give." She finally said, stopping on the news.
Sitting up he looked at her. "Y' didn't receive?" He asked.
"No," Gabby said, looking at him. "Was I suppose to?"
Chuckling, he turned to her. "Oui." He said. "Sound like dat homme be a dick."
"Well, he was. What about you? Have you given or received?" Gabby asked.
"Bot'." He said, seeing her interest peek. "Enjoy it."
"I didn't," Gabby said. "It was one-sided. I felt like a whore."
"Dat's why y' didn' enjoy it." He said. "Y' boy was only lookin' out fo' his own pleasure. Dat be rude, no?"
Gabby chuckled. "He was quite rude when we finished. Basically kicked me out of his place." She said. "Needless to say, we didn't see each other after that."
"Damn," Remy said, turning to her. "So, oral is de fart'est y' taken it?"
"I've already told you, yes." She said. "At the time it was going too fast and I wasn't quite ready. If I had a boyfriend now, I'm sure we'd be having sex."
"Den I'm sure y' been kissed b'fo'?" He asked, seeing her look at him with a scowl.
"Duh, I've been kissed." She said. "I'm nineteen, not eight. Jesus."
He smirked at the comeback. "Didn' mean t' offend." He said, looking at the outline of her lips.
Damn, he wanted to taste them.
"Since we're on the subject," Gabby said, setting the remote down and turning toward him. "Do you like oral sex?"
"O' course." He said, turning to her.
"Giving or receiving?" She asked.
"Bot'." He said with that playful grin. "I like t' get it, but I love t' see wha' I can make a woman do wit' jus' m' mout'."
Gabby felt herself lightly shiver and the hair on her arms stand on end. "Okay." She said, looking at his lips. "Well, what about kissing? What's your favorite kiss?"
Remy shrugged. "Don' know. I jus' kiss." He said.
"Well, there has to be a certain kiss you like to perform." She said.
"It ain' like de movies, chere." He said. "Kissin' jus' kissin'."
He could see she was a little frustrated. "I mean, like French kissing. Stuff like that." She said.
"Ah." He said, leaning forward a little. "Y' like French kissin'?"
Gabby suddenly got quiet. "I've...never experienced that." She said, looking at him. "Just plain kissing. Of course, it's been a while since I've been kissed."
"Could help y' wit' dat." He said, seeing her eyes go wide.
"What? No!" She said shaking her head. "I don't even know you."
He shrugged. "It's jus' a kiss." He said. "Don' mean not'in'."
Letting out a sigh, Gabby couldn't help but listen to her need to kiss this man. "Well, that's true." She said. "I mean I guess-"
She was shut up when Remy placed his lips on hers and worked his magic. She was shocked at first but quickly closed her eyes and kissed him back. Placing his hand on the side of her face, he gave her the most passionate kiss he was pretty sure she had ever received, along with a little tongue at the end before parting and sitting back. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherry lip gloss.
"T'ere." He said, seeing her eyes still closed. "How's dat?"
She opened her eyes and blinked several times. "Damn." She said, touching her lips. "That was... Wow."
He chuckled. "Now y' been French kissed. Y' like?" He asked, seeing her immediately nod.
"Yeah." She said, looking at him before she moved in and kissed him again.
Placing his hands on the sides of her torso, he pulled her into him before he ran his fingers through her hair. She quickly pulled away and got off the bed.
"Shit! I'm sorry." She said, fixing her shirt and her hair. "I'm sorry."
"Wha's wrong?" He asked, standing on his knees on the bed. "I t'ought y' liked it."
"I did, but we can't do this. I don't even know you." She said. "I should go."
"Wait," Remy said, grabbing her wrist and stepping off the bed.
She turned to him and looked up into his red and black eyes and waited for what he wanted to say.
"We was gettin' t' know each ot'er. Why leave now?" He asked.
"Because." She said, her eyes dipping down to his lips and suddenly forgetting what she wanted to say.
Moving in, Remy placed his hand on the back of her neck and guided her in for another kiss. When their lips met, he felt Gabby's hands wander up and down his chest, feeling every inch. Running his hands down her back, he cupped her rear and pressed her against his groin. His kisses then trailed to her neck and then her jawline.
"Remy." She said, breathlessly as he kissed her lips again but she pulled away. "I need to leave. I'm sorry."
Placing his hands on his hips, he nodded. "I see y' t'morrow, den." He said, giving her a smile.
"Y-yeah." She said, zipping her jacket up. "See you tomorrow."
Watching her open the door, he saw that the rain had died down.
"And Remy," She got his attention. "Don't let what happened here leave this room." She said, giving him a stern look.
He gave a playful smirk as he crossed his heart with his right index finger. "Hope t' die, chere." He said, seeing her lighten up as she shut the door behind her.
Letting out a sigh and locking the door, he went and sat back down at the foot of the bed. Taking the remote, he turned it back to the porn that was playing. It wasn't but ten minutes before a new scene started so he placed the remote back on the dresser and sat back.
Pulling up to the trailer, Remy tilted the handlebars to the side and killed the engine, locking it in place before he got off and head toward the door. It was a sunny day, humid as hell, but sunny and no clouds to be seen this morning. Reaching the last step, he gave a few knocks and waited a few seconds before the door opened.
"Morning." David said, shaking his hand. "Come on in. Got some coffee going if you want a cup or two."
Remy shook his head as he stepped inside. "Non. I be fine, t'anks." He said, taking his sunglasses off. "Put me t' work, boss."
David chuckled. "I'm sorry to make you do this but my back isn't what it use to be." He said, motioning for Remy to follow.
Walking outside, Remy put his sunglasses back on as they walked to the back of the trailer where the pressure washer was sitting.
"Pretty easy to use. Just get all that gunk off. Especially that up top close to the gutters. You see it?" David asked, pointing.
"Oui." Remy said, blocking the sun from coming down over the top of his sunglasses. "I see it."
"Just let me know if you need anything. I'll be getting lunch prepped." David said, giving Remy a friendly clap on the left shoulder.
"Will do." Remy said as he slid his leather biker jacket off and walked over, draping it across the seat.
Heading back over, he took a look at the pressure washer and realized it was extremely easy to use. Getting the hose securely on, Remy started up the machine and began to work on the very back of the trailer. Once he got all the black grime off, he worked on the front side slowly making his way up and then back down, making sure to get everything off. He didn't know how long it had taken him, but it was getting really hot having the sun beat down on him. There was no wind and that wasn't helping. Killing the machine, he took his shirt off and threw it over the clothesline before he started it back up and continued on. He finally came to the front door and made sure it was completely closed before he started to pressure wash around it, getting all the dirt off and exposing the white paint that was underneath. Who would've thought it was painted white? He would have guessed beige, just by how dirty it was. Finally finishing the front, he killed the machine and looked over what he had just done, making sure he didn't miss any spots. Seeing that he had, he powered the pressure washer back up and hit the spots he missed. Looking at it again, he then moved to the other end of the trailer before finally making it to the back.
"What's that sound?" Savannah asked, looking at Gabby.
Gabby knew exactly who it was. "Oh, that's a guy that works for my dad. He's pressure washing the house." She said, trying to play it cool.
"I didn't know your dad had employees." Savannah said as she stood and looked outside. "Oh my god."
"What?" Gabby asked, curious.
"That guy works for your dad?" Savannah asked, looking back at Gabby with her mouth open.
Gabby smiled and let out a few chuckles. "Yeah." She said, walking over and looking out the window to see Remy with his shirt off in soaking wet jeans.
"He's hot." Savannah said.
"Yeah, he's not bad looking." Gabby said.
"How long has he been working for your dad?" Her friend asked, sneaking another look out the window.
"Only a couple days." She said. "He showed up one day. Remember when my car died?"
"Yeah." Savannah answered, turning to her friend.
"He was there and helped me out. Took me home and my dad offered him a job in the garage. He's kind of a vagabond type." Gabby explained.
"Have you talked to him?" Her friend asked.
Gabby shrugged. "Yeah. We've had several conversations." She said, seeing her friend smirk. "What?"
Savannah walked over and sat down beside Gabby on her bed. "What's going on?" She asked.
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
"I can tell there's something you're not telling me." Savannah said. "We've been friends since first grade. You can't hide anything from me."
Gabby knew she was right and kicked herself for not being able to play it off. "Dammit." She muttered before she blushed.
"I knew it!" Savannah said with a giggle as she leaned in closer. "Tell me what happened."
Shaking her head, Gabby shrugged. "We kind of made out yesterday." She said, seeing Savannah's eyes go wide. "Well, almost made out."
"Holy shit." Savannah said as she walked over and looked out the window seeing Remy just to her right. "Oh god, he sees me."
He smirked and gave her a wave as the water sprayed just to the right of the window. Closing the curtain, Savannah returned to the bed beside Gabby.
"Is he good?" She asked.
Gabby sighed. "His lips are amazing." She said. "So soft."
Savannah giggled again as she looked over at the window. "Are you two, like, together?" She asked.
"No, no, no." Gabby quickly stated. "It was just something that happened at his motel."
"You were at his motel?" Her friend asked, giving her a scandalous look.
"How else am I suppose to contact him?" She asked.
"Guess you're right." Savannah said as she looked at the window again when she saw his silhouette at the window. "Damn."
Gabby laughed and looked at the window when she heard the water hit it hard. "He's an honest worker, I will say that. Does whatever my dad asks him and then some." She said before looking at Savannah. "My dad doesn't know, so don't say a word or I swear to god I'll kill you."
Savannah smiled. "Why would I say anything?" She asked as they heard the water hitting the other side of the window.
"Just letting you know that I will kill you." Gabby said, making them both laugh.
Finally finishing the trailer, Remy killed the pressure washer and placed it back where David had it. Looking down at his soaked jeans, he was thankful that he was smart enough to pack some dry ones. Walking over to his bike, he opened the satchel and pulled out another pair of old, worn jeans. Heading to the front door, He opened it and poked his head in.
"All done, mon ami." He said, giving a thumb's up. "Mind if I change?"
David shook his head. "Not at all. Go right ahead." He said.
Heading inside and down the hall, he entered the bathroom where he quickly changed into his dry jeans before he went back outside and grabbed his shirt that he tossed on the clothesline. It had luckily stayed dry and he was glad because he didn't have an extra shirt to change in to. Buckling his satchel back up, he heard the front door open and turned around to see David bringing a plate of hamburger meat out.
"Looks great, Remy!" He said with a smile as he walked over to the grill. "Excellent job! Are you sure you don't want any payment?"
Remy shook his head as he walked closer to David. "Nah." He said, watching David start up the grill. "Happy t' do it."
"Hope you worked up an appetite." David said, letting the grill get hot before he placed the first patty on it, hearing it sizzle.
"Be pretty hungry." Remy said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against a wood post that was apart of the clothesline. "Got company?"
David smiled back at Remy. "Gabby's best friend spent the night last night." He said, placing another patty on the grill. "They stayed up late watching movies."
Remy smirked. "Sounds like t'ey kep' y' up wit' dem." He said, seeing him nod.
"They did, but it's good to see her happy." David said, continuing to place patties on the grill. "It's been tough since her mother's death. She kind of kept to herself and went antisocial. Got into some trouble and was dating a jerk. Glad they aren't together now."
"How long ago was dis?" Remy asked.
"Two years ago." David said. "Her mother died three years ago, but all that other stuff was two years ago. I'm just glad she grew out it."
"I done some pretty stupid t'in's m'self." Remy said, placing his hands in his pockets. "Don' judge nobody."
"Well, neither do I." David said. "I give everyone a chance."
Remy smirked. "I like y' mo' an' mo'." He said pushing off the post and walking over to David. "De fact dat y' let a mutant help y' mean y' a decent homme."
"Mutants are just people." David said with a shrug as he started to flip the burgers one by one. "Would you go in there and let the girls know these will be ready in a couple of minutes?"
He smirked. "O' course." He said, turning and heading toward the front door.
When he walked inside, he could hear laughing at the end of the trailer. If memory served right, and it always did, the room on the right was hers. Giving a knock, he leaned his right forearm against the door and placed his left hand in his pocket. He heard sounds until the doorhandle giggled and Gabby opened it, taken back by how close Remy was.
"Um, can I help you?" Gabby asked.
Giving her a smirk, he stood up straight. "Yo' daddy asked me t' come round y'all up. Burgers be done in jus' a minute." He said, looking past Gabby to her friend. "Who dis belle femme be, eh?"
"Oh, uh, this is Savannah." Gabby said, turning to her friend and seeing she was captivated. "She's my best friend. Savannah, this is Remy."
Savannah stood and walked over to Remy. "H-hi." She said, gently holding out her hand.
"Ravi de vous rencontrer." He said, taking her hand and gently shaking it.
"What?" Savannah asked.
"Nice t' meet y'." He translated with a smirk, noticing she wasn't letting go of his hand so he flipped it over and kissed the back of it. "We gonna hold hands all day? Don' mind, but I be mighty hungry."
"Oh my god!" Savannah pulled her hand back quickly. "I'm sorry."
Remy chuckled. "No problem, chere." He said as he looked at Gabby. "Well, I'ma go eat. I see y' two t'ere."
Walking off down the hall, he smirked when he heard Savannah whisper to Gabby. If Savannah was her best friend, then Gabby told her about what happened yesterday. Heading outside, he saw David had piled the patties on a plate and had added cheese. It was good a melted.
"Oh, mon ami, dis de best sight. Meltin' cheese. Mm!" Remy said, making David chuckle.
"I don't mess around." He said, handing Remy a plate. "I got some spices in the patties, too. Hope it isn't too hot for you."
Remy shook his head. "I'm from N'awlins. Ain' not'in' too spicy." He said.
"Ah, so that's where you're from." He said. "The Big Easy."
"Ye'sir." Remy said proudly. "Ain' no city like it."
"That's what I hear." David said. "My friend that works in commercial airconditioning went down there for a job. He said it's the coolest, oldest, dirtiest city you'll ever see and when you get there you feel like you're home."
"Yo' friend be right." Remy said as he heard the front door open and looked to see the two girls heading toward them.
"It's about time." David said handing them a plate each. "Help yourselves."
"After you." Remy moved, letting the girls go first.
"Why, thank you." Savannah said, playing along before she smiled at Gabby who was trying to act normal around him.
"Go on, Remy." David said. "You worked hard today."
Taking the hamburger bun, he reached over and grabbed a patty, placing it on the bottom bun before he slathered on all the condiments they had and added veggies to his liking. "Dis look amazin', David." He said. "Mmmm!"
David chuckled. "Hope it is. Sorry I don't have fries." He apologized.
"It's alright." Gabby said as they took a seat at the outside table. "We don't need them."
"Well, they make burgers better." David said. "Maybe next Sunday I can pick up some potatoes and we can make some homemade fries. You're always welcome to join us, Remy."
"I 'ppreciate dat." He said, looking across the table at Gabby and giving her a flirty grin.
Gabby slightly blushed and looked at her friend as she took a bite.
"I t'ink I'ma come visit y' t'morrow mornin', chere." Remy said, getting her attention. "Need me some o' dat café noir. Be good stuff, no?"
"Well, I'll be there." Gabby said. "That's my second home."
"You need a new job. You don't get paid enough for the stuff you put up with." Savannah said.
"Well, yeah but I like my job." Gabby said, glancing at Remy who was listening to her. "Besides, I'm not sure what else I would want to do."
"You can manage my shop." David said. "I'd pay you."
"Thanks, dad but no thanks. I hate the smell of the garage." Gabby said.
David shrugged. "Offer still stands. You just say when." He said, taking a bite of his burger.
"I'll keep it in mind." Gabby said as she took another bite, not realizing she glanced back up at Remy who continued to give her that grin.
After they finished up their lunch David took the rest of the patties and went inside to wrap them and put them in the fridge. Gabby and Savannah helped clean up the outside, throwing their trash in a trash bag. Leaning against the wooden post like before, Remy watched the two women as they head out and threw the trash bag in the trash can just up their gravel driveway. He gave her a smirk when she looked at him and he pushed off the post and walked towards her.
"Wha' time y' want me at de café?" He asked, still smirking playfully.
Gabby looked at Savannah who was wiggling her eyebrows at her. "You can get there whenever you want. You don't need my approval." She said, her eyes stopping on his lips.
"Hmm." He said, placing his hands in his pockets. "Wha' be de bes' time t' sho' up?" He asked. "Y' busy firs' t'ing?"
"No." Gabby said, shaking her head. "We're pretty dead."
"Den I visit y' den. D'accord?" He asked, pulling the keys to his bike out of the front left pocket of his jeans.
"Alright." Gabby said, watching him turn and head toward the front door.
"Gonna say bye t' yo' papa." He said going up the stairs and heading inside. "David, I bes' be on m' way."
"Oh," David said, drying his hands off before shaking Remy's hand. "Thanks again. I really appreciate you."
"No problem." Remy said. "See y' t'morrow."
"Seven o'clock." David said. "Have a good evening."
"Y' too." Remy said as he turned and opened the door, almost running into Gabby. "Pardon."
"Sorry." Gabby said, moving out of the way as he brushed by her.
Looking over the brim of his glasses, he winked at Gabby before he mounted his bike and head off toward his motel.
A/N: How are you guys liking this so far? It won't be a long read. I'll try and rush things along, just so you can get a feel for who Gabby is. If you don't know who Gabby is, she's introduced in my other story "Raising A Ruckus". Check it out!