AN: Here's a new one! Know that I spent an ungodly amoun of time on this chapter, because I really wanted to make you all happy. This wasn't something I had initially anticipated when starting, but I guess stroies tend to evolve on their own. Anyway, I don't have a ton of experience with these, so yes. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think! You guys are rockstars!

The first time I woke up with Remy next to me, I may have been in a slight state of panic. We had been living together for nearly a year, and our relationship had never gone farther than over the top flirting on his part and a lack of complete derision on mine. Yet there I was, and there he was…with one arm holding me tightly to his own body with my back to his chest and the other beneath my head and stretched out before me.

Unsure of what I was supposed to do, I did my best to remain absolutely still. With any luck, he would roll over at some point and release me from his embrace. I used the next forty five minutes of my captivity trying to breathe without waking Remy. I needed to prepare myself for whatever was going to happen between us now that our night of sexual debauchery was over. Rather than focus on our escapades, I did my best to recall what had led to them. Unfortunately, all I could conjure were half-formed thoughts of panic

What the flying fuck have I done? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, goddamn shit. Okay be cool…what be cool? What the fuck? It's over, it happened…shit what if he wakes up? What if he wants to do it again? Shit, what if he doesn't want to do it again? Oh my God, do I want it to happen again? Hell yeah! It was awe – no! No no no no no…For fuck's sake, I have to pee…Can I shimmy out? Nope! Apparently not. What is that? What's poking me? What the – oh my God! He's…oh my God, I'm going to die right fucking here.

And so the time went. Me panicking and trying to focus on something other than my bladder. Finally, I allowed my eyes to zone in on his outstretched arm and follow it to the tips of his long fingers. I shivered remembering this strength in those fingers the night before and I allowed myself I tiny smile. Without thinking, I gave a small stretch and burrowed my face into the crook of his elbow. Before I realized what I was doing, I heard a quiet chuckle at my ear, and I felt a rush through my body as he placed feather light kisses against my neck and down onto my shoulder.

"Hi," I greeted awkwardly, utterly refusing to face Remy. I released the deep breath I had been holding as I felt his kisses grow more fervent in their exploration of my body.

"Mornin' cheri."

"Hi," I mumbled again, mentally punching myself in the face. What the fuck…

"You said that already," he replied with humor layered in his tone. "By the way, did you know your neck turns the most tantalizing shade of red when you're nervous?" I heard another chuckle as I finally made to leave the bed. Immediately Remy's arm tightened around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. I had never been more aware of another person's presence as his other arm moved from its place as my pillow to my waist as well.

"It's too early and it's still dark. Sleep with me…oh there's the red again." Before I could stop, I was bringing my hands up to cover my face, though I couldn't explain why. It wasn't as if he was looking at my face. I briefly considered reaching back to cover the space of my neck he seemed so obsessed with and potentially punching him in the face. Somehow I managed to refrain from such actions.

I jumped as Remy's fingertips began to move across my stomach. A slight tightening pulled my focus lower as I remembered the same sensation the previous night. I couldn't help the sigh escape my lips as he began tracing invisible lines starting at my hips and working his way higher. Realizing his intended destination, I grabbed his hand in my much smaller one. I could feel the hesitation in his movements behind me where his other hand brushed against my stomach.

"Nadya?" It was always strange to hear my actual name said aloud, even more so when it came from Remy since I was rarely anything more than cheri. I clenched my jaw and wondered why this morning was so different from last night.

"Sorry," I replied at last. I could hear my voice shake and once more desired nothing more than to punch myself in the face. Wanting him to continue, however, I refrained from such self-inflicted violence, took a deep breath, and released his hands. "You're fine; I promise."

"We can –" I heard the caution in his voice and cursed myself for halting his ministrations. I released a small huff of annoyance and raised one hand to clear a few strand of my disheveled red hair from my neck. I could only pray he would get the hint and understand what I was asking without making me go through the embarrassment of actually asking.

"You're fine," I assured him, determinedly leaning further into his embrace. Apparently Remy wasn't a total idiot, because he was able to read my hints without too much trouble. No sooner did I relax than both of his hands returned attending to their work stroking and massage my middle. While the right worked its way up, the left began journeying below my bellybutton.

I let him pull me closer to his body while simultaneously trying to turn me to face him. He couldn't seem to do both, and his frustration showed all too clearly. I couldn't help but giggle at Remy's distress.

"Are you – are you laughing at me, little girl?" he asked, breathing in my scent.

"Nope."

Lie

"I would never."

Lie.

Remy didn't seem too convinced when I allowed another giggle to escape my lips. Before I could silence myself, his hands were gone from waist and one of his legs was arching over my hip. With a single tug, he had me flipped on my back while he rested casually above me and pressing me further into the mattress. My heart dropped as his firm body pressed closer to my obviously less firm chest and his dark eyes drilled into my own. For a few moments, I lay frozen under his scrutiny. As Remy leaned in, I smiled again and waited for the kiss I knew was coming. But before I could experience the pleasure I would have expected come from such an act, he was pulling away with a smirk on his handsome face. I released a whimper in disgust at his toying with me.

"Not so funny anymore cheri?" Remy asked. I rolled my eyes at his scrutiny and watched as he lowered his lips to my own. Pulling himself away once more, he gave me another hard look.

"You roll your eyes at me a lot."

I narrowed my eyes at the observation and replied, "You're an arrogant, self-gratifying flirt."

Releasing a bark of laughter, he grinned down at me. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh I'm sorry," I said before clenching my jaw. "I thought we were stating obvious truths that don't matter." His eyes gleamed before diving toward my neck and making me jump.

"There," he mumbled against my throat. "You just admitted my flirty, self-gratifying, and arrogant ways don't matter to you."

I wrapped my arms more tightly around his waist. "And clearly my eye rolling tendencies don't upset you too much either." I dragged his face up to meet my own and smiled against his mouth. The kiss was simple for the first few moments, but it wasn't long before we both needed more. One swipe of his tongue and a nip to my lower lip had me desperate for the closeness of the previous night.

Gaining entrance, our kiss quickly turned fast and deep with only the sounds of our ragged breathing to accompany us. Any hesitation I may have had upon waking next to Remy seemed to have disappeared in the span of a few minutes, and I couldn't be bothered to care. All I knew was that for the first time in a long while I was totally and completely free from every fear, doubt, and nightmare I had had before. And not only was I free from a certain life, but I was free to live a certain life. And at that moment I only wanted to be right where I was: in Louisiana, in bed, being kissed by the ridiculously attentive Remy LeBeau.

Before I realized it, I was moaning in pleasure as Remy's mouth drifted from my mouth to my neck, from my shoulder and finally to my breasts. Arching my back, I urged him along, calling out his name as he lavished one with attention and then the other.

"Oui, she likes that," he chuckled, tickling my skin at the close contact. I immediately laced my fingers through his thick hair and pulled him back up to face me. I smirked at the lust in his eyes.

"Don't talk in third person while we're having sex." I then proceeded to push him back down to his previous position. He seemed perfectly content with my orders before rolling us both once more. I doubled over slightly when I found myself straddling his trim hips and pressing up against his very evident arousal.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I tried to cover myself. It was strange that despite sexing it up so fantastically last night, I was still self-conscious being in such an accessible position.

"I want to look at you," he replied. It was almost sweet the way Remy seemed to sense of discomfort. Without another word, he took both my hands and move my arms to my sides. "Fuck," he murmured raking his eyes over me. His eyes twinkled as he let go of my hands and brought them to my waist. I could only sigh in contentment as his thumbs began rubbing lazy circles on either side of my belly button.

Closing my eyes, I could feel myself melt into his hands and wondered how he was able to keep me upright since there was clearly no effort being made on my end. As soon as I felt his hands moving lower and more centered, I hurried to raise my body. I prayed he had enough sense to keep moving south with his soft touches. I grinned as I thought how nice it would be for his touches to roughen up a bit.

"Gracing me with another smile cheri?" he asked with a grin to match my own. I glanced down and saw he was focused intently on his work. I brought my hands forward to cover his and urged his fingers to move faster and harder toward the spot we both wanted them to end up. "And eager as well. Today is shaping up very nicely indeed."

"Shut up stupid, before I –" I was cut off without warning as he plunged downward and brought his hand to seize me roughly in the most sensitive spot on my body. Unable to stop myself, I released a cry of pleasure I hadn't realized I had been holding. Again without warning, I felt his fingers running themselves slowly against and then through my folds making me tremble in anticipation of whatever came next.

Once more I lifted myself slightly and smiled when I felt one finger and then a second enter me. He was moving slowly again and desperate for more friction, I rotated my hips against him and felt myself clench around him. "Oh my God," I purred as I finally looked down to meet Remy's gaze. His eyes were dark with wanting, and I stiffened as his thumb got to work massaging my clit. I couldn't help but wonder what his other hand was getting up to while his right was bring me to climax. My question was answered as Remy placed it on my neck, stroking downward over my clavicle before finally settling against my left breast. I brought one hand up to meet his and nearly fell forward onto him when he lightly thumbed my nipple.

After a year of living together, Remy was all too familiar with my lack of grace. Taking pity on me, he reversed our positions with a speed I hadn't known existed. I couldn't help by cry out in surprise at the reversal of positions. He was definitely a mover, and I was definitely growing to appreciate that fact.

I pushed myself higher hoping to meet his lips once more, but he quickly removed his hands from my center and forced my shoulders down. I whimpered at the denial and gave a disapproving sigh.

"I fucking love the sounds you make, Nadya, and I so want to hear more," he stated. I could only nod as he held my hands near my face and grin once more at the sound of my name from his lips. I arched my back as he moved lower on my body, kissing and nipping all the while. As Remy finally reach his goal, he released my hands. I immediately brought them back to my sides and clenched the sheets around me in my fists.

I felt a soft breath against the spot between my legs and moved slightly to help spread them apart. As soon as the space was there, Remy delved into me. I cried out his name and shifted my hands from the bed to his tousled hair in an attempt to bring him closer. He released a gently hum in answer making me squirm in eager anticipation. My next moan came from deep within my belly as the tension and need for completion grew.

I looked down and wanted to see Remy's eyes as I came, but he was intent on his purpose.

"Remy," I mumbled while turning my head aside. He answered with another hum.

"Oh god Remy," I whined, "Please…" With one final drive from Remy's skillful tongue, I threw my head back in pure, unadulterated bliss. I didn't understand how I could be still conscious. My ragged breathing should have been enough to asphyxiate a normal person, but I just continued to lay there waiting to come down from my high and for my vision to return to normal.

Enjoying my contentment, Remy moved smoothly back up my body and ran his hands over my skin all the way to my face. I relaxed into his grip as he pulled my head up from its place on the pull and kissed me with a ferocity I had yet to experience with him. When my arms finally regained some sort of solidity, I made quick work of placing my hands over his.

Trying to express how I felt in that moment with his hands cupping my face, his mouth upon mine, and his forehead pressed up against my own would be near impossible. To say I was in Heaven would be unbelievingly cheesy. To say I knew what it was to reach the stars would be equally horrendous. I suppose all I can really say without wanting to fucking murder myself is that I was happy. I was happier than I had been in a long time. It was as if nothing mattered…as if nothing existed…apart from Remy and me.

And God, did that thrill me…

I proceeded to follow Remy's lead as he pulled me further down the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I watched with heavy eyes while helping guide him to me. At the last second, Remy looked up and finally met my gaze and before I had the chance to take another breath, he was pushing forward and filling me completely. I called out for him and briefly wondered if he got the same kick from hearing me say his name that I got from him saying mine.

He didn't give me much time to dwell on it though before he slipped away and pushed into me once more. I wrapped my legs round him and pulled him further into my form, dreading the moment he would leave. His head rested into the crook of my neck as I gripped him tighter in my arms. It wasn't long before his pace quickened and his thrusts became erratic. I knew he was close, and I desperately wanted to make him feel as good as he had already made me feel.

I started rotating my hips and tried to match his hurried pace as best I could. I felt myself clench around him and grinned feeling him climax inside me, moaning my name all the while. Collapsing over me, I could only hold him tightly as the minutes passed. I waited as he came down from the same rush I had already experienced and gently stroked his hair. I shifted and released a small moan as he pulled out and rolled onto his back. Without giving me the chance to move, he turned us onto our sides and laid silently behind me.

I felt him throw one arm over my waist and maneuver the other under my head. I couldn't hold back my smile when I realized it was the exact position in which we had awoken. I looked over my shoulder and met him for a gentle kiss before facing forward once more. Drifting off to sleep, I could only snuggle deeper into Remy's warm embrace while he tightened his grasp around me as if my very absence would destroy him.