WARNING: This chapter is M rated.
Dear Remy,
I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry. But it happened. I know I promised you I'd be extra careful but what can I say, it just happened. I accidentally touched her. I was caring for her and she had some sort of involuntary reflex and she grabbed my arm. She held onto me and, helplessly, I absorbed your wife. And what I've seen, the memory that surfaced in my head when I did, it was paradise and hell. God knows I never meant to touch her, and now I'm here stuck with a memory that isn't mine, that is tormenting me in a way no other had ever done before, pushing me over the edge of reason. But if there was ever a memory that I was delighted to absorb this was it.
You see, the way my absorptions work, it's like I become the protagonist of the little story that unfolds inside my mind. If I absorb a murderer and the crime is the memory that surfaces first, I see myself committing murder. It's me pushing the trigger, doing it and it's me feeling whatever that person felt at that moment. I see it from a first person perspective and that's why it's goddamn confusing and disorienting. But this one memory, Belle's memory, this was the one memory that has both disturbed and enchanted me most.
It was a beautiful sunny day and I, when I say I, you know I mean her, I was wearing a pretty summery dress sitting under a tree shade in an open green area. I was feeling bold and beautiful. I knew I was loved and it was the most amazing feeling in the whole wide world. One thing is certain, I don't think I have ever felt quite that way. And then, well then, there was you. And my eyes feasted on the sight of you. You looked even more beautiful than you already are, if that's even possible. Definitely younger, but what was most striking was how charming and sweet you were. I dare say, you looked so pure and innocent. That mysterious aura of yours was most definitely not there, instead, you flashed this smile of honey gold. I loved you and I knew you loved me back.
You were not wearing shades or your signature trench coat. You were just a boy, heart made of gold, eyes shimmering with happiness. There was no lopsided smirk either, you flashed an honest wide smile at me. You cupped my face in your hands and kissed me. God, the feeling! It sent shivers up and down my spine, my stomach flipped and my heart rate quickened. I wanted you, I mean she wanted you and I definitely want you.
She stiffened as she felt your hand touch her foot, and gently trace a whisper up her calf. You told her to relax, continuing your touch along her thigh and past her hip. You barely brushed the fine cloth of her dress, which in turn kissed her flesh.
She tried to even out her breathing, listening to her heart beat, which seemed to her louder than drums rolling. Your touch came higher still, past the swell of her breast, along her neck, up into her hair. She closed her eyes. Touch, touch, touch. I feel intoxicated, overwhelmed by your touch. The touch that was never meant for my skin, but for hers. But still, I stole it and felt it as if it were mine. Now, who's the thief, sugar?
Your fingertips made the round trip, this time detouring to explore her face: the contour of her nose, the softness of her lips. Your touch rounded over her chin and down her chest, rising and falling with her breath so that she could only ever feel the slightest pressure. She could feel her skin tingle all up and down her body. Then, you moved down her body, placing kisses against her skin. She gasped when you kissed her stomach, then moaned when you dipped his tongue in her belly-button. Your hands were pushing against her knees, and she let you spread her legs apart. She felt your breath between her legs, and she held hers, waiting for the inevitable. And It came-the gentle touch of your tongue on her. Touch, touch, touch. I totally lost it by then, reliving this memory of hers. I guess Tante Matie heard my screaming and she came in and helped me up. Now here I am, in a separate room. Tantie is with Bella, she seems to be alright. As well as she was before, so, not so well. Your Tantie looked at me with some sadness in her eyes. I guess not sadness, pity. She pities me. She could see right through me. I felt embarrassed because it seems she knows what I've done and what I've seen and how I long for it to happen to me, to have such intimacy with you.
As soon as I was alone again, the memories resumed their flooding my mind. Bella arched her back, but your hands on her caused her to lie still, and she trembled. And you explored her. And I envied her.
Your tongue was gentle at first, but it grew bolder. She felt your finger slip inside her, and move within her. She could not control the slight movements of her hips and her chest as she felt the passion building inside her. And she climaxed and I cried. She begged you to do it and then, there you were, inside of her. Achingly sensitive from her climax, it was as if she could feel every ridge. You thrust within her, matching her rhythms of only moments ago. Your lips centered on one nipple, and she felt your teeth nipping at her. The waves were returning again. She felt herself buoyed by the sensation. She was rising again, higher. And as you cried out and shoved hard within her, she again was tipped over the edge.
Remy, this all only comes to prove you were right. And hell, you know how much I hate to admit it. I shouldn't have come here. I definitely shouldn't have and now I'm feeling wretched, battered, worn out… and I just had enough, sugar. I just can't do it anymore. Oh who am I kidding? Yes, I'm feeling terrible about it all but I guess you'll come back and you'll find me here, waiting for you, caring for her. Because, she's only human and I wouldn't let her perish without trying to help her. And I'll wait for you, because I love you, Rems. That's why.
Keep safe, please, don't be so long.
Love,
Rogue.
-O-
Dear Remy,
What were you thinking? What you did to this poor girl, I can't wait to have you back home so I can slap your sorry ass so hard, boy, that it will remind you of the discipline you got from me as a child. Time goes by and you still need me lecturing you, don't you?
You went so past the line this time, Remy. It doesn't take me no special powers to see the girl is in love with you. I feel sorry for Rogue that she is guarding your wife. Poor thing is broken hearted and she doesn't seem to deserve it. She absorbed your wife and she is in pieces now, Remy. I had to leave her to her own thoughts, she needs to put her head in place and me hanging there wasn't helping.
Rest assured I'll come back every day to check how Belle's doing, will also check on the girl. She's got the prettiest eyes, doesn't she and a heart made of gold, Remy. You should treat her better.
Remy, do whatever your conscience is telling you to do, but remember that Belle's father tried to use magic to keep her alive, but she's slipping to the other side, boy. There's just so much we can do in this life, and that's me a healer telling you this. This ain't necessarily on you, child.
Come back home in one piece, son. And be ready for getting your bottom smacked when you do.
Love,
Your Tante Mattie
-O-
Dear Jean-Luc,
I fail to believe you have let your son loose yet again. I've heard he's here in Paris, looking for me. He has the nerve to go around, telling people how all he wants is the Elixir of Life.
Please see that you sort this out and convince him to leave or I'll have to do it my way and it won't be pleasant.
King regards,
Candra.
-O-
Author's notes: I couldn't help the smut, I'm changing the rating to M because of the oral scene. Sorry if I disappoint anyone who was reading because it was T rated. There won't be much more of it, so I hope you can overlook that.
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