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Renovations Chapter Two (NC-17)
Renovations Chapter Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…More fic! I think this is a disorder now… More of the PWP/Favorite Couple fic, thanks
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“Remy!”
“Quoi?”
“Stop it!”
“Non…” He swung the sledgehammer again, knocking a
large hole in the wall of the old house.
“Dis been long overdue…”
“STOP
IT!” Jubilee hung onto his arm,
throwing her weight backwards to stop his swing. “This doesn’t help anything!”
“It help
me,” he snapped, shaking her loose and crashing another hole into the
wall. “Damned maison!” He swung again. “Stupid pere…”
“Remy,” she
said quietly, her voice so low that it begged to be heeded, “he’s dead. He’s gone.
He’s not this house.”
Remy tuned
on her, face set in a glower, but the expression quickly slid to one of tired
acknowledgement under her stead gaze.
“Je sais.”
The cicadas
hummed in the still summer evening, the heavy scent of honeysuckle and damp
earth and roses nearly overwhelming in the old house. Traffic moved through the Garden District with a barley
perceptible whisper, muffled by the old homes and thick verge, history
swallowing the sounds. “Let’s go home,”
she said quietly, reaching for his arm again, laying her hand on his wrist.
“Non,” he
said firmly. “Dis house gotta come
apart…”
“Why?” she
demanded. “This house isn’t him! He’s in the ground! Let it rot!
Give it to Belladonna, give it to the guild…just let’s go.”
Remy let the sledgehammer drop
and turned to face his handiwork. “He
lef’ be dis house in apology.”
“I
know. I was there for the reading of
the will.”
“What kinda
man ignore his son his entire life den…”
Remy closed his eyes and pressed his hand against the wall. “I grew up just down de street, ya
know? Barely inside de quarter. De Guild house, it were between two
world. De rich folk in de Garden
District, den folk like me in de quartier.”
He sighed and sank down to sit with his back to the wall. “Je pense que ma mere… I think my mama, she
were a whore in Alphabet City.”[1]
Jubilee
knelt before him and frowned. “I
thought you knew your mother…”
“Let it
go,” he sighed, fluttering his fingers in a negligent gesture. “Dis house…dis is all dat I wanted when I
were a boy an’ now it like some reminder…
He didn’ want me, he lef’ me on de streets…”
“Remy,” she
said, leaning forward and forcing him to look at her. “The Guild took you in, LeBeau adopted you…It might not have been
the life you wanted but it kept you alive.
All this stuff,” she waved around the empty house, indicating his past,
“even the crap with the Brotherhood before you came to Xavier…it’s over.”
He peered
up at her, his eyes narrowed. “How come
you so calm?”
“Because,”
she smiled slightly, “you’re not going to tear this house down by yourself.”
“I kin blow
it to Hell…”
“And I can
kick your ass back to New York.” She
moved forward, pushing him back until she sat in his lap, her legs on either
side of him. “Besides, you’d feel
guilty about halfway through and then hire someone to rebuild it and make it
all…nifty.”
Remy
laughed mirthlessly and tangled his fingers in her hair, no longer the array of
colors it had been when she was younger but glossy black. Still short, it spiked everywhere and made
her look much younger than her twenty nine years. “Why’d I do that?”
“So your
kids can have somewhere to stay when they visit their father’s hometown…”
“We only
got de one.”
“For now,”
she grinned, kissing him before he could register her words. She parted her lips against his, sighing as
the kiss deepened. Her arms went around
his neck and she wriggled against him trying to get comfortable.
“You
sayin’…” he paused, taking a breath as the kiss broke. “You sayin’ we gonna have another?”
“Well,” she
murmured, kissing his neck and jaw, tiny nips and licks making him shiver
against her even after so long together.
“I’m saying that there’s a definite possibility. I’m very, very late…”
“Mebbe…it
stress?” he asked, not willing to get his hopes up. They had had three losses since Maddy was born and they were both
afraid to actually try again.
“Maybe,”
she admitted, “but when we get back, Beast is going to give me an exam and a
test and we’ll see…”
He smiled
again, the idea of another child making his mind spin ahead to plans he knew he
should not be making yet but he could not help it. The house seemed to sigh around them with age and relief that it
was no longer being attacked as Remy kissed Jubilee.
Her funeral
skirt was dusty from sitting on the floor but she did not care as he slid his
hand up her thigh, making tiny slivers of warm need spread from her center to
her chest and onward. As his hand moved
higher, hers worked on the zipper and button on his pants, breaking the kiss to
take a breath, tilting her head back to let him kiss her throat. She sighed as he pushed her skirt up to her
hips, his fingers pushing her underwear aside and slipping into her center as
she leaned against him, breathing raggedly.
Remy
swallowed his groan of pleasure out of habit, forgetting for a moment they were
alone in an empty house. She arched her
back as he pulled her over him, her heat and silken skin covering his arousal
in a nearly painfully tight sheath of flesh and want. Jubilee’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she rocked her hips,
stilling him when he tried to move within her.
“Let me,” she murmured. “Stay
there…”
He had no
problem obeying that request, grasping her hips as she moved against him. He managed to forget, for a short while
anyway, the sudden revelation of his real father, dead and waiting fur burial,
the will, the return to the city that had forbidden him for so long… He let it all go as Jubilee made love to
him, the feeling of her desire around him intoxicating to the point of making
his hands shake against her. Sometimes,
when he let himself admit it, he could not believe she was still with him, that
she had not gotten tired of him long ago and demanded he grow up or move out or
both. He gasped softly as she tightened
around him, drawing a sharp gasp and moan from him as she quickened her pace,
her breasts brushing against him teasingly, covered by her dress and just out
of reach when she leaned back, deepening the thrust. She arched her throat and groaned, her fingers plucking at his
shirtfront as she shivered in release, her body quivering around him, heat and
desire flooding her veins and slickening his length. Remy pulled her to him, latching onto one cloth-covered breast in
near desperation as his own release overtook him. He leaned forward, pressing deeper into her, making her cry out
in pleasure as he filled her.
Jubilee
panted lightly, pushing some hair from her forehead. Remy rolled off her, laying on his back on the floor and staring
at the cracked ceiling. “You know,” she
said finally, “if we do this again, we need to put mirrors up there or
something.”
Remy
laughed, watching her with some admiration as she readjusted her skirt and lay
next to him, breathless and pink-faced.
“A few changes an’ dis place might be okay for a vacation home.”
Jubilee
smiled. “Maybe. At least we have somewhere to stay during
Mardi Gras.”
He rolled
his eyes. “Us an’ de tourists…”
“Be nice,”
she giggled. “Besides, before we start
renovating this place, we need to see about another bedroom for kidlet.”
“Dey kin
share,” he sighed. The summer evening
was darkening and the cloying honeysuckle was permeating their clothes as they
lay there. “Mebbe…dis time?”
“Maybe,”
she sighed, lacing her fingers through his.
“At least we have your father to thank for upping our tally of states we’ve
done it in to twenty.”
Remy’s
laugh rang through the house and into the tiny yard, swallowed by the southern
summer night.
[1] Section of
New Orleans known for it’s whore houses back in the day.
Renovations Chapter Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…More fic! I think this is a disorder now… More of the PWP/Favorite Couple fic, thanks
to ProPhile’s poll on the YahooGroup!
Readers/Reviewers: *GLOMP * a lot… Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Remy!”
“Quoi?”
“Stop it!”
“Non…” He swung the sledgehammer again, knocking a
large hole in the wall of the old house.
“Dis been long overdue…”
“STOP
IT!” Jubilee hung onto his arm,
throwing her weight backwards to stop his swing. “This doesn’t help anything!”
“It help
me,” he snapped, shaking her loose and crashing another hole into the
wall. “Damned maison!” He swung again. “Stupid pere…”
“Remy,” she
said quietly, her voice so low that it begged to be heeded, “he’s dead. He’s gone.
He’s not this house.”
Remy tuned
on her, face set in a glower, but the expression quickly slid to one of tired
acknowledgement under her stead gaze.
“Je sais.”
The cicadas
hummed in the still summer evening, the heavy scent of honeysuckle and damp
earth and roses nearly overwhelming in the old house. Traffic moved through the Garden District with a barley
perceptible whisper, muffled by the old homes and thick verge, history
swallowing the sounds. “Let’s go home,”
she said quietly, reaching for his arm again, laying her hand on his wrist.
“Non,” he
said firmly. “Dis house gotta come
apart…”
“Why?” she
demanded. “This house isn’t him! He’s in the ground! Let it rot!
Give it to Belladonna, give it to the guild…just let’s go.”
Remy let the sledgehammer drop
and turned to face his handiwork. “He
lef’ be dis house in apology.”
“I
know. I was there for the reading of
the will.”
“What kinda
man ignore his son his entire life den…”
Remy closed his eyes and pressed his hand against the wall. “I grew up just down de street, ya
know? Barely inside de quarter. De Guild house, it were between two
world. De rich folk in de Garden
District, den folk like me in de quartier.”
He sighed and sank down to sit with his back to the wall. “Je pense que ma mere… I think my mama, she
were a whore in Alphabet City.”[1]
Jubilee
knelt before him and frowned. “I
thought you knew your mother…”
“Let it
go,” he sighed, fluttering his fingers in a negligent gesture. “Dis house…dis is all dat I wanted when I
were a boy an’ now it like some reminder…
He didn’ want me, he lef’ me on de streets…”
“Remy,” she
said, leaning forward and forcing him to look at her. “The Guild took you in, LeBeau adopted you…It might not have been
the life you wanted but it kept you alive.
All this stuff,” she waved around the empty house, indicating his past,
“even the crap with the Brotherhood before you came to Xavier…it’s over.”
He peered
up at her, his eyes narrowed. “How come
you so calm?”
“Because,”
she smiled slightly, “you’re not going to tear this house down by yourself.”
“I kin blow
it to Hell…”
“And I can
kick your ass back to New York.” She
moved forward, pushing him back until she sat in his lap, her legs on either
side of him. “Besides, you’d feel
guilty about halfway through and then hire someone to rebuild it and make it
all…nifty.”
Remy
laughed mirthlessly and tangled his fingers in her hair, no longer the array of
colors it had been when she was younger but glossy black. Still short, it spiked everywhere and made
her look much younger than her twenty nine years. “Why’d I do that?”
“So your
kids can have somewhere to stay when they visit their father’s hometown…”
“We only
got de one.”
“For now,”
she grinned, kissing him before he could register her words. She parted her lips against his, sighing as
the kiss deepened. Her arms went around
his neck and she wriggled against him trying to get comfortable.
“You
sayin’…” he paused, taking a breath as the kiss broke. “You sayin’ we gonna have another?”
“Well,” she
murmured, kissing his neck and jaw, tiny nips and licks making him shiver
against her even after so long together.
“I’m saying that there’s a definite possibility. I’m very, very late…”
“Mebbe…it
stress?” he asked, not willing to get his hopes up. They had had three losses since Maddy was born and they were both
afraid to actually try again.
“Maybe,”
she admitted, “but when we get back, Beast is going to give me an exam and a
test and we’ll see…”
He smiled
again, the idea of another child making his mind spin ahead to plans he knew he
should not be making yet but he could not help it. The house seemed to sigh around them with age and relief that it
was no longer being attacked as Remy kissed Jubilee.
Her funeral
skirt was dusty from sitting on the floor but she did not care as he slid his
hand up her thigh, making tiny slivers of warm need spread from her center to
her chest and onward. As his hand moved
higher, hers worked on the zipper and button on his pants, breaking the kiss to
take a breath, tilting her head back to let him kiss her throat. She sighed as he pushed her skirt up to her
hips, his fingers pushing her underwear aside and slipping into her center as
she leaned against him, breathing raggedly.
Remy
swallowed his groan of pleasure out of habit, forgetting for a moment they were
alone in an empty house. She arched her
back as he pulled her over him, her heat and silken skin covering his arousal
in a nearly painfully tight sheath of flesh and want. Jubilee’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she rocked her hips,
stilling him when he tried to move within her.
“Let me,” she murmured. “Stay
there…”
He had no
problem obeying that request, grasping her hips as she moved against him. He managed to forget, for a short while
anyway, the sudden revelation of his real father, dead and waiting fur burial,
the will, the return to the city that had forbidden him for so long… He let it all go as Jubilee made love to
him, the feeling of her desire around him intoxicating to the point of making
his hands shake against her. Sometimes,
when he let himself admit it, he could not believe she was still with him, that
she had not gotten tired of him long ago and demanded he grow up or move out or
both. He gasped softly as she tightened
around him, drawing a sharp gasp and moan from him as she quickened her pace,
her breasts brushing against him teasingly, covered by her dress and just out
of reach when she leaned back, deepening the thrust. She arched her throat and groaned, her fingers plucking at his
shirtfront as she shivered in release, her body quivering around him, heat and
desire flooding her veins and slickening his length. Remy pulled her to him, latching onto one cloth-covered breast in
near desperation as his own release overtook him. He leaned forward, pressing deeper into her, making her cry out
in pleasure as he filled her.
Jubilee
panted lightly, pushing some hair from her forehead. Remy rolled off her, laying on his back on the floor and staring
at the cracked ceiling. “You know,” she
said finally, “if we do this again, we need to put mirrors up there or
something.”
Remy
laughed, watching her with some admiration as she readjusted her skirt and lay
next to him, breathless and pink-faced.
“A few changes an’ dis place might be okay for a vacation home.”
Jubilee
smiled. “Maybe. At least we have somewhere to stay during
Mardi Gras.”
He rolled
his eyes. “Us an’ de tourists…”
“Be nice,”
she giggled. “Besides, before we start
renovating this place, we need to see about another bedroom for kidlet.”
“Dey kin
share,” he sighed. The summer evening
was darkening and the cloying honeysuckle was permeating their clothes as they
lay there. “Mebbe…dis time?”
“Maybe,”
she sighed, lacing her fingers through his.
“At least we have your father to thank for upping our tally of states we’ve
done it in to twenty.”
Remy’s
laugh rang through the house and into the tiny yard, swallowed by the southern
summer night.
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New Orleans known for it’s whore houses back in the day.