Title: Let the Black Waves Rol
lAuthor: Jmaria
Rating: FR-18
Disclaimer: I do not own: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Dark-Hunters (The Avengers, Charmed, Doctor Who, Glee, Supernatural or Torchwood.)
Summary: This is what happens when a Watcher of average abilities is forced into tight quarters with a Bear who's faced numerous heartaches. Sanctuary will never be the same.
Words: 2,836
A/N: Okay, so I crunched out the last two chapters in a two day turn over and then seriously absorbed three books by the indie(self-pubbed?) author Kristen Ashley (Rock Chick series). If you adore smartass heroines & uber-Alpha males (and let's face it, you must, you're reading this story) I definitely recommend her ebooks. Especially the Rock Chick & the Dream Man series'. Fair warning: they're crack-a-licious. And I blame twitter for getting me hooked on them.
I survived voting day. Yay, no more heavy politics for three & a half years. Now, back to my Bear and his watcher.
This chapter brought to you by: C.S. Lewis Song by Brooke Fraser.

Let the Black Waves Roll
For We, We Are Not Long Here

Kit was plastered to his chest, her heart beating nearly out of her chest as Remi's warm arms wrapped around her. She could just let herself believe for a minute that this was real. Maybe she'd cracked her head on the pavement walking back into her grandmother's house. It took her a few breathless seconds to realize he was actually standing in front of her. Making out with her on her grandmother's front lawn. She dragged her lips away from him.

"What the hell, Rem?" Kit's eyes felt heavy as she tried to focus on him.

"When you comin' home, Watcher?" Remi's growl scorched through her.

"Kit? Is everything all - oh."

"Shit," Remi's forehead dropped down to hers. It was kind of surreal.

"Oh, God, it's the bear," Quinn's voice had Kit chuckling.

"I guess you're coming in for some pumpkin pie," Kit laughed.

It was hard to pay any attention to her grandmother while Remi was sitting at the decidedly feminine table shoveling pie and ice cream into his mouth. While giving her a look that said he wanted to explore what had happened on the front porch in agonizingly minute detail. Kit couldn't help the shiver that skated over her spine. But she dutifully turned her head back to her grandmother, who had dragged her into the living room while Quinn tortured Remi with Glee drama.

"I'll not keep you too long," Eleanor smiled as she leaned close to Kit. "I remember what it was to be young."

"Um, yeah," Kit cleared her throat. "So what was it you wanted to discuss with me?"

"It's about Quinn's guardianship."

"Come again?"

"I have legal guardianship of Quinn until she turns 18. Her father's legal troubles - well, he's skipped bail and is in South America. And her mother is in rehab for several prescription medication addictions. I haven't told her this, but her older sister has requested I not contact her at all. Quinn's told me she's not spoken to her since her pregnancy last year came to light."

"I can believe that."

"I - I was hoping that I could name you as her guardian should anything happen to me," Eleanor said quietly, trying not to be overheard but Kit could see Remi's fork hesitate near to his lips. "I'm not sick, mind you. But I'm not as young as I wish I could be for both her and your sake. I want there to be stability for Quinn, should anything happen."

And here, Kit had thought her grandmother had actually wanted to reunite with her for her own sake. Not for what good it might possibly do for Quinn should anything happen. Kit could even understand it, but it didn't mean it still didn't sting. She really didn't matter to anyone did she?

"You can count on me," Kit nodded, not feeling the words, but saying what she thought her father would expect of her. What Remi would say, really, if one of his brothers had asked him to care for his children. Because family was supposed to mean something.

"Thank you, Kit."

Remi let the fork drop to the plate with a clink. Kit had stiffened at her grandmother's hushed words, but Quinn had continued on in a happy chatter.

"Mercedes doesn't think Sam's really interested in her, and nobody can understand Puck's change toward Rachel. Of course, only Kurt and I know about - everything else," Quinn finished. "What did you say to Brit when she called you?"

"To respect herself," Remi rumbled. "And if you tell anyone I'm the one giving out advice -"

"Dev's taking the blame," Quinn nodded. "That's why they all call you Mr. Peltier. Kit asked me to keep it that way. So, are you gonna tell me why you're here? Other than to molest Kit on the front lawn when you were such a douche to her back in New Orleans?"

"She's not comin' back to New Orleans," Remi said quietly.

"You think she'll stay here? This is the first time she's come here since we found out we're cousins."

Remi didn't doubt that. She'd been recovering from Mandy's death, his stupidity and her family's betrayal. And now all she was to her grandmother was a way to protect Quinn if anything should happen.

"She calls a lot, though. She rags on me about school and boys and how stupid I am," Quinn's voice dipped low. "She's a better big sister than my actual sister is."

There wasn't much doing after the bomb-drop and dessert. Quinn was leaving with some of the glee girls and Kurt to go wait in line for Black Friday shopping. Eleanor waved her off, handing her a few bills should she be short.

"I can't convince you two to stay the night, can I?" Eleanor asked quietly after Quinn had run down to Kurt's car.

"My job's set up an apartment in the area that my friend Dawn normally uses."

"Noah's sister-in-law?" Eleanor's brow kicked-up.

"You hear something I didn't?" Kit paused at that. Was Winchester popping the question already?

"One of Quinn's friends, Brittany said that they were bound to each other," Eleanor glanced away. Which was just weird.

"Brit's got a touch," Remi's voice rumbled out, Kit's head bouncing back to look at him. He shrugged. "Kids never shut up."

"It's you the girls all keep calling?" Eleanor gave a small laugh. "I always wondered -"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Gram," Kit cleared her throat and walked backwards to the door. "We gotta go."

"You'll come over tomorrow for leftovers, won't you?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

The hug was awkward, and Kit was ready for the cold air to hit her in the face. She didn't talk to Remi as she pulled the keys to her bright green Focus out of her pocket and beeped the lock. She didn't say anything when Remi jerked the passenger side door open and impossibly folded himself up into the tiny seat.

"Be gentle on it, Bear," Kit muttered, revving the engine. "It's new."

"It's a fuckin' clown car," Remi growled.

"It's my fucking clown car, so suck my balls already, Peltier," Kit snapped.

"Not what I wanna suck on, Watcher."

Kit's brain felt like it was imploding as she replayed the front lawn grope age. Yeah. She put the car in reverse and tore out of her grandmother's driveway. His eyes were all intense and - okay, she was getting hot and bothered by him, but then it was Remi and she always did.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Got sick of waiting."

"Not your line," Kit snapped, taking a hard right toward the apartment complex Xander had bought on a whim. Okay, more on a we-need-more-dorms-and-I-like-income whim, but whatever. "I own that line."

"You own a line?"

"I own the line," Kit shivered a bit from the cold, a bit from the rumble of his voice. "Aren't you fucking freezing?"

"Nope."

"I hate you," she snapped. She hated the cold. "Why are you giving the new Watcher shit?"

"Ain't my watcher."

"Damn skippy," Kit took another sharp right. "Because I fired you. You're not the liaison."

"Savitar assigned me."

"No, Dawn assigned Dev. Dev was incommunicado the night I showed up in New Orleans, and then Savitar assigned you on my say."

"So you picked me," Remi shrugged, jiggling the seat back with a hard snap.

"Do not break my fucking car!" Kit yelled, glaring at him. "I've only made two payments and it's the first new car I've ever had! I'd like it to still be newish once I send you back where you belong."

"You gonna make me?" Remi chuckled.

"I've heard monsters and rapists use that same line," Kit snorted, cutting a sharp left into the apartment parking lot. "It ain't cute. And it got them a knee to the balls and a knife to the gut."

Kit slapped the garage opener on her spot and pulled in. It was a loaner place, but she'd really liked the fact that the garage was underneath the apartment/condo thing Xander was converting it to be. She killed the engine, closed the garage door and pushed herself out of the car. Remi did the same, and she was glad they had the space of the car between them.

"You can go home now. No one's watching," Kit cleared her throat, her eyes dead on his.

"Shit, Kitten," Remi shook his head.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your damn kitten!" Kit shook her head and made a dash for the door. "I was doing fine until you showed up. Superfine. I even have a date next week."

It was utter bullshit. She had a council meeting with three other watchers in the area, and two of them were male. One was old enough to be her father and the other was fresh out of the academy. Remi didn't need to know that part, but whatever. She had the key in the door and was punching in the security code when she felt him step up behind her. His hands were on her hips as she swung the door open, his mouth hovering over her ear. She stepped forward, and turned to face him. He was still a step behind, and down, which brought him to eye level.

"Seriously, what the hell Remi?" Kit shook her head, not getting what the fuck he was playing at.

"Ain't the same without you, Kitten," Remi's hands were still on her hips, but he hadn't stepped forward. His eyes were on her lips, which was just discon-fucking-certing.

"Newsflash, I got yanked from New Orleans. I'm not assigned there. Della is. Make nice with her, or better yet, don't. Let Dev or Aimee or Cherif or Griffe or Cody or Kyle or Q, or hell, even Etienne."

"Stop namin' off my damn brothers,"

"I named off your sister too," Kit snapped. "But they were willing to set up a safe place for my - the slayers. It doesn't fall on only you or me. It falls on whoever wants it."

"I want it," Remi finally stepped up and towered over her. The bastard. "But I want you."

"I'm not a conditional. I'm not permanent to the position. It's not a life-term for me," Kit stepped back, only to put more space between them. As nice as the kiss had been, it had only left her more confused and uncertain. "You're not even on the shortlist for the job."

"She ain't you -" Remi's hands were back on her hips. The fucker had an obsession. And then she snapped.

"Why are you really here, Remi? For real. What the fuck crawled up your ass and made you zap yourself here?"

"You."

"Don't bullshit me. Don't play me. And for fuck's sake, don't confuse me for an easy lay," Kit's voice hit an octave she hadn't been aware she could hit until that very moment. "I'm not Becca."

"Did I say I was lookin' for Becca?" Remi growled.

"So what brought this change around? What'd Rina say? Or Kyle? Or what shit did Aimee give you? Because I don't buy it."

"I thought you'd be back by now," Remi kicked the door shut behind him. How'd they get that far into the hall that she didn't even notice she was in the kitchen? "Focus."

"Fuck off," Kit snapped. Her damn mouth was gonna get her killed one day.

"You're gettin' comfy in the cold."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"What I'm saying," he nodded, closing in on her.

And then his hands were tugging her close and his mouth was back on hers. Since her mouth had been open to protest he took advantage and had his tongue in her mouth. It pretty much broke her mind. All the shit about her being nothing but human, and the shit with Becca, and the shit with why she'd really fled New Orleans got pushed to the wayside as Kit's arms wound around Remi's shoulders. One hand slipped up to yank her coat's zipper down, the other hot, heavy palm wrapped around the small of her back and dipped down into the back of her jeans.

Kit's hands dropped, her coat falling to the floor. He walked her back into the kitchen, his hand jumping from one zipper to another. The hand that had been pressing her tightly against him slipped around underneath her jeans and down the front of her panties. He growled in appreciation as they dipped lower.

"Fuck, Rem!" Kit's spine bowed as his fingers danced over her.

His mouth cut whatever she was about to say off as he claimed it again. He only pulled free when he moved to drag her sweater up and over her head. Goosebumps raced over her skin as the cold air hit her. She shivered as Remi's head lowered a trail of licks and kisses down her throat to her breasts. She moaned as his fingers still worked their way through her channel, and she tugged on his hair, but not quick enough. He'd already had the cup of her bra down to expose her nipple, and then his lips did something amazing to her. She tugged him up and tried to swivel her hips away, but he'd pinned her between his massive body and the kitchen island.

"You're not even fucking naked," Kit yanked his head back and yanked the thermal out of his jeans. Then her brain broke. Again. His abs were - there weren't even words for how amazing his abs were. He even had a few scars along them. Still hot as hell. She tugged the shirt over his free arm and got it pushed up to his neck when his fingers did a nice little trick. Her breath hitched and her whole body shook. "Motherfucker!"

"You didn't lie," Remi chuckled, pulling his fingers free of her body as she sagged against the counter. He had his shirt off and thrown in a corner within seconds. And then he fucking full-out smiled. Kit tried not to drool, but between the orgasm and his smile, it was pretty fucking hard not to. What the hell was he talking about?

"Huh?"

"You are a screamer."

"Would I lie about that?" Kit tried to remember when the hell that had even come up. But then, they'd had a lot of inappropriate conversations during their - whatever. Remi only chuckled as he lifted her up onto the counter and pulled her shoes, jeans and panties off. Then he got rid of his own.

"Holy fucking hell," Kit's hand drifted down his abs and circled around him. It barely closed. "I officially hate you."

"You'll be lovin' me in a few seconds," Remi grinned as he leaned forward to kiss her and pop her bra off at the same time.

And then their cell phones went off.

Kit jerked away from him. It was an emergency ringtone. From a slayer in distress. One of the techs had programmed a special service number into all of the watcher and slayer phones. Kit shouldn't even be getting any slayer calls right now. She was a free agent, essentially. Which meant that one of the very few free agent slayers was in deep shit.

"Fucking figures," Kit clamored, naked and shivering to her coat and yanked her phone out of the pocket. "Godsdammit. Vi."

Remi growled into his own phone he'd pulled from his jeans. Kit glanced back to see his naked ass. Did Vi really need her? Not that it mattered, Remi was already pulling his clothes on. Fuck.

"Talk to me," Kit shook her head and answered Vi's call as she let her bra drop and grabbed for her shirt, panties and jeans. "Godsdammit. I'm on my way."

Remi turned back to see Kit almost dressed again. There was a crisis at the bar. The fucking bar. His family needed him, and he'd been seconds and inches away from being inside her. Kit - smartass Kit - chose that moment to go all bashful, for half a second. She'd blushed and looked away from him. But he remembered how she'd looked as she'd come on his fingers and he'd give his left arm to see her on him, that look on her face.

"I gotta jet. You too?" Kit cleared her throat as she jammed her feet back into her boots.

"Shit crisis at Sanctuary."

"Then what the fuck are you still doing here? Go!" Kit's head jerked up as she glared at him.

In two strides, he was back in her space. His hand was back behind her neck and he was slanting his mouth back over hers. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, and her head dipped back at his kiss. They were both panting for breath when it finally broke.

"We ain't done, Kitten," Remi promised as he reluctantly stepped back from her. He was gone within seconds.