It was mid afternoon and Ororo and Remy still laid in bed playfully questioning one another.

"All right, when is my birthday?"

Remy pondered for a moment before answering, "June twelfth."

"Correct and yours is coming up soon on July eighteenth."

A playful smile graced Remy's face before musing, "Hmm, Remy's always liked older women."

Ororo giggled," Yes, I'm a whole month older. You have an old maid for a wife."

He took her left wrist in his hand and brought it up to his lips for a kiss. "Non, femmes be like wine. Dey get bettah wit' age."

"I'll alert the retirement home," Ororo joked sarcastically.

Remy gave a mildly surprised lop sided smile, cocking one eyebrow up. He had never heard her crack wise before. It was nice to see her become more comfortable in his presence. "What's my favorite color?" she asked. "Black" he replied then kissed her shoulder.

"No. It's periwinkle."

He lifted his face and crinkled his brows. "Ya gon' hafta show me dat one in da crayon box."

Ororo laughed then asked, "And my favorite food?"

"Steak." And with that he planted a firmer kiss in the valley between her bountiful breasts. Her nipples stiffened, causing Remy to smirk to himself. A longing heat began to subtly seep through her. "What's my favorite movie?"

"Die Hard." Remy didn't bother to look up for approval. Instead he placed a delicate kiss on the concave curve of waist. Goosebumps rose from her silken skin though she was hot to the touch. Ororo retorted, "I'm beginning to think you are saying the wrong answer on purpose, and you're breaking the rules. I never told you where I wanted to be kissed." "Non, but Remy don' hear ya complainin' eithah," he countered then kissed the line of her lacy thong. He fawned a disapproving frown while he tutted, "Wha' did I tell ya 'bout dese chere? Ain't no use fo' dem when I'm 'round." He pulled the undergarment past those long legs that drove him wild. Once they were past her ankles she welcomingly parted them for Remy's entrance.

Instead his lips brushed against her thighs, inching their way to her most delectable area. The heat that once gradually grew inside of her was now replaced with a raging inferno for Remy. A single light flick of his velvety tongue against her sensitive bud caused her breath to catch in her throat before being released as a sigh. His tongue traveled down to her slit, tasting her wetness. Her taste made his mouth water for more of her. He purred into her, "Tu as un gout tres doux." He flicked furiously at her clit. Shivers of pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers of one hand were tangled with his messy auburn locks while the other pinched at her harden nipples. He would have nibbled at her for hours just to watch her erotic reaction to him.

Although Remy was never too much of a fanatic of the act before he found that he was quickly becoming obsessed with tasting her arousal as his tongue began to delve in and out of her frenziedly. Her climax was in near reach. Her thighs clenched around his head as she instinctually began to rotate her hips against his mouth. He moaned as fractured thoughts of how much she turned him on ran rampantly in and out of his head. Her succulent body became rigid with excitement as she inhaled and exhaled deep staggered breaths. He was barely able to hear her muffled moans and then the boom of thunder. Her juices flowed out of her and he greedily lapped it up.

He shifted upwards to rest on his knees, her ankles perched on his shoulders. He slowly, painstakingly began to stretch her. She was searing hot and sleek with an extremely tight grip on him. To say she was felt the best out of the bevy of women he encountered was an understatement and an injustice. She was by no means any ordinary woman. She was a goddess and he intended to worship thrice daily and double on Sundays.

His lips brushed against her ankles as he pumped in and out. His eyes remained on her milky orbs as she released sighs of ecstasy. His muscles called for her attention as sweat glistened off of his precisely sculpted torso. Ororo marveled at the man who was pleasing her. He was tortuously handsome with the eyes of a demon with the face of an angel. He was a beautiful contradiction and he was hers.

"More Remy. I want more of you," she panted and he eagerly complied as he shifted downwards and filled more of her. He was completely in. His member was covered entirely with her arousal and basking in the sensation of her heat. He sped up as he pressed deeper into her hips and her moans grew louder, more urgent. He felt her grip intensify around him. He had to focus not to climax then and there as he throbbed inside of her. She felt too good. He'd never grow accustom to how good she felt, how beautiful she was. He trusted quicker into her. Ororo's hips bucked to meet his pace. "Ohhhh yessss! Remy, yesss!" Their bodies shook forcefully as the demigod and the goddess climaxed together.

He laid next to her, both relaxed by the rhythm of the falling rain when a thought dawned on him. "Belle, ya evah noticed how it rain an' thundah every time Remy make ya feel good?"

Ororo's face first became confused then mortified. "Oh no! Really? This is horrible; I have to be more careful!" Her cheeks grew ruddy with embarrassment.

"A little rain ain't gon' hurt nobody. Certainly don' bothah da trees none. Don' worry petite. Dink I'ma start callin' ya Stormy," Remy teased. "Oh no," she said under her breath and rolled her eyes. Her redden cheeks deepened.

He began to trace loops lazily with his fingertips on her supple chocolaty skin when a thought occurred to him. He was going to have to tell her very soon the truth of what his profession was. Would this prestigious college graduate, this career woman accept him for what he really was? He may have made quite a hefty sum from his line of work but at the end of the day he was a thief. He had morals and standards and was always a man of his word but a thief nonetheless. Would he also be able to insure this kind of information with her? A thief sharing his secrets was one of the most intimate things he could do, more intimate than the sex they just had. He only shared with Logon some of what he did for Logan had his own secrets in his profession of choice but he never divulged full details. Would he be able to with his wife? And would she understand?

"Ororo, Remy got somethin' he need ta tell ya."

"Hmm?" Ororo's eyes fluttered up to his through long, endless lashes.

"I got somethin' I need ta say ta ya."

She felt the limbs of sleep pulling at her and was about to succumb until she recognized his expression of contemplation and worry. She sat up, the navy bed sheet barely covering her chest. She placed a hand on his right shoulder, imploring him to say whatever was troubling him. She was always an understanding listener. So naturally she was concerned with whatever problems her husband may be having.

Remy heaved a heavy sigh. "It's 'bout my line o' work." "You're not a broker," she stated matter of factly. She still possessed the sixth sense of feeling people out from her years of living on the streets of Cairo. Street smarts were street smarts no matter where you were from and she remained keen to hers.

He nodded, "Oui. I ah…" He hesitated. The words caught in his throat. He never shared them with anyone before. He would be opening Pandora's box and the consequences could be dire once he did. His eyes focused on a blank wall heard of him, unable to meet her gaze. He ran his nimble fingers through his thick tawny hair then confessed, "I'm a thief."

The hand that once was perched on Remy's shoulder now fell limply to her side. My husband, the father of my child is a thief! I married a thief! She pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers and shut her eyes tightly. She felt the onset of nausea creeping up her throat. She briskly walked over to the toilet, Remy right behind her. She retched into the bowl while he held her lengthy hair. She gargled with Listerine and splashed cool water against her face, more so to steady her nerves than to avoid the threat of nausea.

They sat back down on their bed. Ororo brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. When Remy took her left hand in his she didn't resist. He thumbed her wedding band and studied her face. It remained aloof. Her eyes at last met his, urging him to continue. "I been doin' dis fo' a long time now and I'm damn good at wha' I do and make alotta money doin' it. I don' steal from da people who need it da mos', only da ones who would worry 'bout it da leas'. I been savin' up money fo' a few years now and don' plan on doin' dis too much longah."

Ororo saw in those scarlet and sable eyes of his that he was an honorable man who may have done dishonorable things. He was kept his word so she believed him. But being a reformed professional thief herself she knew revealing his secrets was one of the bravest display of trust he could perform. In that line of work you couldn't trust anyone, you could barely trust yourself. But he entrusted her with his confession. The bond they now shared was as strong as the rings on their fingers.

Her ocean orbs peered at his through his shaggy tresses while she gave a miniature smile, "You must be good if you haven't gotten caught."

An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips. "Oui, da bes' 'round." He released an internal sigh of relief.

Ororo took his hand and brought it to her still flat tummy and whispered, "Then do better for us." Remy knew there was more than one meaning to her words. He placed a tender kiss atop her forehead then replied softly, "Oui, Stormy. I promise."