AN: So I would like to say thanks to everyone who is still reading. I do have a few warnings however: 1) I never took a French class in my life so I apologize if I am wording things improperly. 2) This is their honeymoon so the following chapters (including this one) are very steamy. So if you are prudish then this isn't for you, haha. Thanks again and enjoy!

Ororo sat on the edge of Remy's err… Their bed staring at the wedding ring that now encircled her left ring finger. Remy purchased it the day they agreed to marriage. When at the jewelry store much to Ororo's surprise he insisted on paying for both their bands himself. Much to Remy's surprise when asked which ring she would prefer she did not gravitate towards to must lustrous, expensive rings. Instead she preferred for him to choose what he felt was best. Partially it as due to still being in shock of their pending nuptials and because although diamonds were a girl's best friend she didn't take too much interest in them. The only request that she had was that the band wasn't yellow gold. She found the color to be a bit tacky and gaudy.

The band was fourteen-karat white gold with a round diamond center flanked on each side by two brilliant sapphires. Set beneath the bezel of the diamond were two more princess-cut sapphires. When Remy present it to her for sizing she was awe struck. Sensing her surprise he simply smiled and in his smooth baritone said, "Reminds Remy of ya eyes."

When she broke the news to Jean she hoped her friend would be understanding and offer kind words. Instead she received, "You're throwing your life away but I can't wait to be an aunt," and "Wait 'til Charles finds out." The reception had been different in Remy's case when telling Logan. Logan merely shrugged, "Surprised it hasn't happened before. At least she ain't Ana." Then he handed Remy a cigar while congratulating him on the pregnancy.

In her mind she recapped the day. Two days after the purchase of their wedding bands they stood in a courthouse in front of the Justice of Peace with their friends as witnesses. The paper work that was required took longer than the ceremony. And just like that she was now Ororo LeBeau. She found it baffling that a life long commitment only took minutes to do.

She began to unravel her locks from the single braid it was confined to as Remy observed her. He mesmerized by her trestles as the seemed to ripple as they cascaded freely. Her beauty was almost mystical, as if she should be worshipped instead of being among mere mortals. The movement her running a brush through her hair broke him away from his thoughts.

"Ya got plans tanigh' belle?"

Ororo placed the brush down on the dresser near by then replied, "No. If you wanted to go out it's fine. I know this marriage isn't real-" Remy abruptly interrupted. His voice was course compared to its usual polished tone. "Ain't real? I know you don' know me well yet but jus' a few hours ago we took a vowel. I keep my word." Then his voice reverted back to it's signature silkiness as he continued, "Ya da only femme I wan'. So put on dem high heels of ya's 'cause I'm takin' ya out tanigh' ta celebrate."

Ororo stepped over to what was now her closet and began to step into the white kitten heels she wore earlier when Remy stopped her. "Non, chere. Wear da red Louboutins," he commanded with a wink. Usually she would deliberately disobey, refusing to take orders from some overly confident man. But a part of her enjoyed the dominance. It was unlike her ex, John who was just pushy. Sometimes it was attractive to have a man take control, which is why she conceded this time.

After parking his car he opened her car door and held out his hand to help her get out but did not release it once she was. They still dawned the clothing they wore to the courthouse. She had noticed there how pristinely handsome he appeared to be in a crisp white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and neatly pressed khaki slacks with Italian leather loafers. His deep reddish-brown hair was away from his face, showcasing his flawless features. How she was able to breathe around him was a medical miracle. He was absolutely breath taking.

The restaurant they went to was nestled on the outskirts of the French Quarter. The entry was a dark, wooden antiquated door with no windows to reveal what it held inside. Remy pushed the door open to unveil Jazz streaming out of the soft-yellow lit lounge. He led Ororo in as she looked around in amazement. She felt as if she was transported to a speak easy in the 1940s.

"Remy! How ya doin' there my boy?!" a heavy set, older black gentlemen called out to him from across the bustling lounge then took him into a manly hug. "Good as always, Alphonse," he replied. The large man stepped back and saw Ororo standing besides Remy. His dark brown eyes popped in surprise by her beauty. "Oooooweeeee Remy! Who is this beautiful fille here?" A conceited grin flashed across his face as he wrapped his left arm around Ororo's waist and answered, "Dis be my wife, Ororo. Ya lookin' at da new Madame LeBeau." The change in surnames was definitely going to take some getting use to for Ororo. "Yall pretty boys always get the good ones," joked Alphonse then he showed them to a booth that faced the band that played. Dinner menus awaited them and they were shortly greeted by their waiter with two glasses of champagne, both of which Remy drank.

The menu contained traditional Cajun dishes, most of which contained seafood that Ororo knew she couldn't eat. She was also nervous about her nausea resurfacing at an inopportune time. Their waiter returned for their orders but Ororo still was unsure of what to eat. "I'm afraid to eat anything too heavy," she pouted. Merde she sho' is cute when she do dat."Ya gon' hafta eat real food at some point chere," Remy countered in reference to her intake of soup and saltine crackers. "I know," she shrugged, still unconvinced. He paused for a moment in thought before telling the waiter their order. " Remy'll have da Debris an' if ya could fix up some Bouille fo' ma belle, merci. She jus' gettin' ova' a stomach bug."

Ororo mused quietly if he would continue to refer to the child she was carrying as a "stomach bug" until she began to show and what the heck Bouille was. She was sure to find out in a few minutes. "So Ororo, 'bout dis gettin' ta know eachotha' thin'. How 'bout we make a game outta it? 'Course we can only play at home," he propositioned with a wink and a wolfish grin. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what the stipulations of the game he had in mind were. "How does this game work?" He took a sip of champagne before answering, "We quiz eachotha. If ya get a answer wrong ya hafta take a piece of clothin' off. If I do I gotta kiss ya anywhere ya wan' me ta."

Ororo shook her head. "It appears that I would be the only one getting undressed."

His devilish smile remained. "Jus' say da words an' Remy'll take it all off," he replied playfully unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt. She sang out a chuckle. It was soft and airy and feminine, almost like a melody that stayed with you throughout the day. He realized that was the first time he heard her genuine laughter.

They began to prepare for the games they would eventually play when their meals arrived. She appraised the dish sitting in front of her and came to the conclusion that it was nothing more than porridge. "Bon appetit chere," Remy chimed and then hungrily plunge into his meal though his eyes surveyed her pensively digging a spoon in. She brought it up to her mouth and let it sit inside of it for a moment to become familiar with the taste. Her ocean blue eyes widen as she exclaimed, "This is delicious!" His boyish smile appeared. "Knew you'd like it petite."

They made conversation between bites that felt easy and comfortable. Once their dishes were cleared Remy placed his hand over the one she rested on the table. "Don' get too comfy Ororo. We gon' dance." Ororo held up a hand and shook her head objecting. "Oui, belle we dancin'. Don' make Remy carry ya ta da dance flo'." Begrudgingly she gave in and he led her to an unoccupied area on the dance floor in front of the band.

The band began a cover of an Al Green song. Together they shimmied and two stepped, Remy spun her and pulled her back. Ororo was a bit taken back by his dancing abilities. This white boy has some soul to him.

I'll be good to you

You'll be good to me

We'll be together

We'll see eachother

Walk away with victory

He spun her once more and she threw her head back and giggled, only aware of the fun she shared with him and oblivious to the envious stares they received from every man and woman in the lounge.

Remy was memorized by the sight before him. Her pearl knit sleeveless turtle neck dress ended just above her knee and gave the illusion of being painted on her body. Her tresses swayed from side to side with her in a hypnotic rhythm and her smile shone nearly as brightly as those blue gem eyes of hers. She was a masterpiece in motion.

The song ended and a new one began. It was slower and sensual.

If I gave you my love

I tell you want I'd do

I expect a whole lot of love outta you

You gotta be good to me

I'm gonna be good to you

There's a whole lot of things you and I could do

…Simply Beautiful

He drew her in closer, his hand sturdily planted on her left hip. Their bodies were pressed firmly against one another as they swayed in unison, bathing in the warmth they radiated from the thrill of their nearness. They danced cheek to cheek only regardful of one another. His closeness caused the fluttering of imaginary butterflies in her stomach. For a moment she wondered if it was nausea once again but knew the difference in the feelings. As her stomach shuttered his heart thudded mightily as his chest tightened. No woman ever caused that sensation before. It frightened and intrigued him.

The band had taken an intermission but it took a moment for them to break out of their trance and unwrap themselves.

"Remy ready ta leave when ya are," he suggested.

"All right. But I drive."

Remy grimaced as if a foul odor blew across his face. He countered, "Non, ain't happenin'. What makes ya think I'm gonna let ya drive?"

"Because you have a heavy foot and have had a few glasses."

"Don' mean nuttin' ta me. Still ain't drivin'," he stubbornly protested.

Ororo sighed, "You're right. It's your car. You are more than capable of driving it." She then gave him a hug and continued, "I'll be outside waiting for you."

He watched the graceful sway of her hips as she strutted away. Remy'll neva get usta dat. He reached into the back pocket of his khakis and left enough cash he was certain would cover their meals plus a sizeable tip when he noticed the pocket felt lighter. Merde! Where da hell is my keys?! He frenziedly searched for his keys at the booth as well as the dance floor to no avail. He stepped outside to ask Ororo for her aid when was greeted with her in the driver's seat of the silver car as she grinned mischievously. He got inside and sat shotgun, utterly stunned. Mon cherie pick pocketed me!It was a thought that both frustrated and turned him on. Curiosity got the better of him. "How'd ya do it?" He knew how she did it but still flabbergasted and impressed that she was able to do it to him.

She shrugged. Her voice was distant as she answered, "I used to pick pocket when I was younger in Cairo. It's how I survived." A knowing smile crossed her pouty lips as she said, "I was also the best at picking locks. None could do it better." Remy surveyed her, bowled over by the information she shared. Where she been all my life? We'd make a good partnership.

She pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door then waited for Remy as he had not given her a spare key yet. After he unlocked the door and disabled the alarm she made her way upstairs to the bedroom they now shared. Remy followed shortly behind.

She turned on a bedside lamp that gave a dim illumination then plopped down on a corner of the king sized bed as she slipped off her stilettos when the sound of fabric hitting the floor caught her attention to find he had already stripped down to his white wife beater and navy blue boxer briefs. She gulped, moments before her mouth instantly watered. He caught her gaze.

"Ya like wha' ya see chere?"

Ororo redden and released a slight laugh. She stood up and turned her back to him as she pulled the dress over her head to reveal lacy baby blue undergarments. He could only shake his head as his eyes scanned her. She struggled to find something suitable enough to sleep in. She had been too fatigued to unpack most of her clothing. Remy casually walked over to her. The tips of his fingers grazing the small of her back caused her breath to catch. "Here. Ya can wear dis," he said in that silky tone of his as he handed her a spare under shirt. She nodded her thanks and took off her bra as discreetly as possible. It made Remy smile. They were married and she was carrying his child yet she was being modest. His modest pick pocketing lock picking wife. He found it to be adorable.

The fabric was thin, his eyes rapt on the dark circles of her breasts that were barely visible. He almost didn't acknowledge the tiny triangle between her legs of where the shirt did not cover or how her legs seemed to go on for miles. She can wear my shirts every nigh' if she wan'. He suddenly wished she still was wearing the stilettos and that the stirring in his boxers would subside for the time being.

She bit her bottom lip, attempting to think of a way to ask what had been on her mind since the night they met. He saw her contemplation. "Wha' is it chere?" She hesitated, "Um… Your eyes… I know you're wearing contacts. May I see what they really look like?" Remy scowled to himself. As he got older he had only let his adoptive parents and his friend Logan see his natural eyes. She was bound to see them at some point and she was his wife even if they only have known eachother for about a month. It only seemed right that he didn't hold it back from her. He braced himself for the worse reaction then obliged, "Oui, Remy'll show ya." He walked to his dresser and deposited the lenses into their case. He heaved once last breath then faced her.

His eyes glowed, nearly like lasers but softer. Onyx on ruby looking back at her sapphire eyes. She approached him vigilantly. He steeled himself for the verbal blows he was sure to hear but they never came. Instead a smile crawled across her lips. She placed her hand on his left cheek and whispered, "They're beautiful." Remy smiled. He never experienced anyone reacting this way to his eyes before. Even Logan had difficulty holding his gaze at times but Ororo's held fast on to his. The urge to bring her lips to his poured over him and he was just about to until another question halted him.

"Remy, are you a mutant?"

He swallowed hard. He was positive that this would be the moment she referred to him as a freak and fled. He nodded, "Oui."

Her smile grew brighter. She clutched his hands with hers and replied, "I am too." His smile matched hers. "Oui? Ya a mutant?" Her head bobbled up and down, "Yeah! Here, I'll show you what I can do!" she squealed. She held his hand and guided him towards the bedroom window overlooking the front yard. It was as if she was a child displaying their favorite toy to a new friend. She had only showcased her power to two others before and was excited to not have to hide it with someone else.

Remy peered outside wondering what it was she was looking at until he saw a miniscule cloud form and rain drops fall from it. He hooted and applauded until the cloud evaporated. He was fascinated.

"So can ya change da weatha' wheneva ya wan'?"

Ororo shook her head no. "I guess I could but I prefer not to change the course of nature. It throws off the balance. I also haven't perfected my mutation yet. My emotions can alter the weather and the reverse can happen so I try my best to keep them under control." She took a moment to reflect, having not explained her mutation to someone else in years then asked, "What is your gift?"

Gift. She dinks of it as a gift. He tried his best to explain his ability to charge nonliving objects with explosive energy but he was also a bit ignorant to it. What he had learned was by trail and error. "I'd hafta show ya anotha time. I don' wan' ya gettin' hurt."

She sat back down on the bed and he sat next to her. A rascally smirk graced his face. "Ya know belle dis be our honeymoon." Her harmonious coy giggle rang out once more until he took his fingertips to her chin and guided her to face him. Tentatively Remy leaned into her, giving her ample time to object if she chose to which she didn't. His lips met hers in a delicate cautious kiss. They then pushed further with hunger mouths for more.

They feverishly removed their clothing. Ororo fell back on to the bed with Remy atop of her. She admired his lean, perfectly defined torso. Her fingers brushed along the indentions of his abs causing them to quiver. His hands roamed her with excitement as if he were tying to commit the touches to memory as it was truly the first time he'd have her and remember it. She placed a hand against his harden chest while his right hand crept further down her luscious body until finding her sensitive area. He trailed kisses with full lips from hers to her jaw line down to her swan like neck. She released a sigh as he inserted his fingers discovering she was already moist.

Sighs transformed to moans as the sound of distant thunder rumbled. Ghostly orbs peered up at him. Mon Dieu…Her eyes…He was completely enthralled. He brought his unsheathed his fingers, brought them to his mouth and tasted them. "Délicieuse."

He settled between her thighs and slowly began to fill her as she molded to fit him. "Merde, ya tigh' cherie." He had to concentrate to not climax prematurely, a problem he never thought he'd face until now. He took long leisurely strokes causing her to moan with every thrust. As she became accustomed to his length and girth he speed up. Rain pattered against their window while the thunder became more boisterous. Her nails dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as he drove deeper and faster. "Vous sentez bien."

He brought out a lust filled urgency she never encountered before. He pressed deeper into her hips as he lined her neck with kisses while she whimpered blissfully. Her stiff nipples pressed against his muscular, smooth chest as she inhaled deeply with pleasure. "Say it. Say my name," he demanded in a voice that was smooth yet manly. She was dripping and scorching hot. He felt her clench around him, knowing she would reach soon. "Remy! Remy! Oh Goddess Remy!" she called out as she pulsated around him rapidly. His ears had never been blessed with anything so arousing. His name never sounded better previously. "Cum fo' me," he purred then nibbled on her ear lobe. She met his commands, belting cries of ecstasy as she convulsed below him. A blinding white light illuminated the room before being engulfed with near darkness once again.

He held her tightly, keeping her in place as he sent further shock waves of pleasure through the impeccable body she had been given until he shortly afterwards gave staggered plunges into her, meeting his apex.

Remy laid on his back with Ororo nestled atop of him. It had been so long since she was caressed. She hadn't realized the longing for it until he held her. His touch was delicate and made her feel desired and adored though she told herself it was a false feeling, she was strictly caught up in the moment and wrapped with overly heated hormones. Her energy spent, she quickly fell into a peaceful sleep.

He watched her sleep. The corner of his lips tugged upwards. He marveled at Ororo. She appeared so tranquil, so strikingly pretty and she was in his arms. He would see her again in the morning and the following night. He carefully combed his fingers through her snowy locks and kissed the top of her head as if it involuntary. He had no notion what possessed him to do so other than it just felt right. He willed himself to shut his lids, the image of her loveliness lingered. And with that he drifted to sleep, refusing to relinquish his embrace.

Vous sentez bien- You feel good.