What's Your Fantasy

A/N: This chapter is slightly different from the other two posted so far and from those that will follow, but I put it in the series because it fits the roleplaying/fantasy idea. It is a tad more angsty than the others and contains the not yet Evolutionized X-Men comic book character Psylocke aka Elisabeth Braddock.

Dedicated to "Spark" who requested anything with Remy & "Miss Elizabeth Braddock-Grey" who I know to currently be obsessed with the pairing of Betsy/Remy.

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual content (part tender/loving sex, part naughty smacking sex)
Pairing: Remy/Betsy

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A Thief in the Night

Laughing silently at how easy it was to bypass the mansion’s security, Remy LeBeau pole vaulted into the lone window he saw open on the second floor.

His lean, well muscled body landed soundlessly on the carpeting in the bedroom he found himself in. Crouched next to the window he listened for any movement from the occupant of the room before standing to scan it with his fiery red eyes.

There was a single body in the bed, lying curled on its side in sleep with its back to the window.

A true connoisseur of female forms, he instantly identified the soft pale flesh of that back, gleaming nicely in the moonlight shining through the opened window behind him, as belonging to a woman.

As ifsingsing his gaze the woman stirred and rolled on to her back causing his breath to catch in his throat as her movements revealed to his watchful eyes a soft full breast topped with a dusky rose colored nipple.

Forgetting all about his original intentions for entering this place, he was lured closer to the bed by her beauty.

Her features, what he could see of them through the thick curtain of purple/black hair tangled around her face, were exotic and quite exquisite. Gently rounded chin, soft pouty lips, straight nose, high cheekbones and an intriguing tattoo over her closed left eye.

Tilting his head to the side and continuing to move closer, he tried to make out what image the ink made on her skin.

"It’s a lightning bolt, luv," said the sleeping beauty who sprung with stunning speed and agility from the bed with something glowing purple in her right hand. "And this is my psionic blade."

Quickly recovering from his shock at her actions, he did a series of back flips away from her and the just identified ‘psionic blade’ he had no desire to be personally introduced to.

"Whoa now, cherie, dere’s no need to get violent, I come in peace," he said calmly with his hands held up in a sign of surrender.

"You cao sto steal. Did you really think you’d have a clear path to your goal by just breaching our security?" she advanced upon him until he was backed against the wall. "What are you here for? Information? You’d never make it into Cerebro to learn a thing."

"I’ve no interest in such tings, mon ami," he smiled charmingly and ran his eyes over her nude body with genuine apprecon. on. "I am tinking I might try my hand at stealing your heart."

She threw back her head and laughed delightedly at his words, causing her sinfully long hair to cascade and flow over her body like water.

"A nice sentiment, luv, but I can read minds and yours didn’t have a single thought about me when you first entered here. You were planning a much grander heist than my heart," she said after a moment before pinning him to the wall.

He leaned his head forward to whisper hotly in her ear, "Plans change, cherie, and at dis nt dnt dere is nothing I want more dan your heart."

Probing his mind, the lovely Elisabeth Braddock easily found that he truly meant the words and was shaken by the realization.

Without her being consciously aware of it, she withdrew her psionic blade and simply stood considering how to handle this situation.

The threat of injury from that weapon removed, Remy relaxed and inhaled her scent before pressing his lips to the ear he had spoken into.

His mouth seemed to send pure fire through her body from the tiny pulse point it touched causing Betsy to gasp and shiver as her head fell weakly to the side.

When his strong hands with their firm, talented fingers began exploring her body, she was reminded painfully of her naked state and the vulnerability of her situation.

For modesty’s sake she put up a token resistance to the Cajun charmer, snapping out of the slight sexual daze he was putting her in and trying to break away from him.
y hay had had a taste of this luscious morsel though and was not about to allow her to slip away from him. He easily maintained his hold on her soft yet strongly muscled body and moved his head to claim her lips in a passionate kiss.

Modesty be damned, she thought as his firm lips nipped at her softer ones until they parted to allow his tongue to dart inside and trace the inner cavern of her mouth.

Slowly, due to the annoying little voice within her that said this was wrong that she should be throwing his thieving ass out the window he had stolen into, Betsy’s tongue began to glide against his while her hands ran up over his chest to slide around his neck to hold his head against her.

She felt his cock stir to life and begin pressing against the front of his tight pants at her finally returning his attentions and his arousal made her feel giddy.

The images she saw swirling through his mind of the things he wanted to do to her made her feel weak as they hardened her nipples and caused a flood of moisture to coat her vaginal walls.

In her mind, a vision stolen from his thoughts played like reality.

~~ He laid her body on the bed, spread her legs wide and with a hungry gleam in his devilish red eyes he buried his handsome face between her thighs to lap up the juices of her arousal. ~~

It was such a vivid image she could practically feel his tongue diving into her pussy even though it was currently tangled with her own in a kiss that was leaving them breathless.

Gambit felt her moisture through the pants he wore and it caused his cock to grow harder with the need to bury itself in her to be bathed in that wetness.

His empathy, a mutation he guarded closely from others, was telling him of how much she was aroused and wanting this even as part of her felt guilt for that desire.

While he understood that guilt – he was still an Acolyte and she a steadfast member of the X-Men, which placed them on opposing sides of the mutant struggle – it’s presence angered him and he was determined to wipe anything but pleasure from her heart, mind, body and soul.

That goal firmly in mind, he broke the kiss to suck gently at her neck as he scooped her up in his arms to carry her back to the white satin sheets of her bed.

Compared to the warmth of his body the fabric of those covers was a startling contrast and Betsy gasped as the cool satin touched her bare skin.

"Do you want dis, mon ami?" Remy asked her as he stood next to the bed preparing to shrug out of his trenchcoat.

~~ Yes. ~~

He shook his head and wagged his finger at her for her telepathic reply. "Say it aloud, cherie."

"Yes, I want this," she obeyed him with a breathy whisper.

"Tell me what you want, cherie," he said seductively as his hands pushed the coat from his body.

"You, Remy. I want you," she braced herself up on her elbows so she was now reclining on the bed to watch him strip.

"Details, cherie, tell me want you want me to do to you."

His skin tight shirt was pulled up over his head, mussing his short reddish brown hair, revealing his washboard stomach and totally distracting her from his order.

"Tell me," he repeated with his fingers hovering over the fastenings of his pants in a manner that clearly indicated they would not be removed until she gave him what he wanted.

"Everything," she said with her blue eyes admiring every firm inch of his chest. "Everything that you imagined doing to me."

A brow shot upward at her revelation and he crossed his arms over that chest while ‘tsking’ at her words.

"Mon ami, do you mean to tell me dat you went into my mind without first askin’ permission?"

Her cheek blushed guiltily at the way he asked the question and she squirmed a bit nervously at his apparent offense at her prying.

"I believe you need to be punished for dat, cherie," he growled.

Before she could respond he was kneeling on the bed beside her and rolling her onto her stomach. He then placed his left side over her back to keep her pinned to the bed while his right hand ran up and down her inner thighs.

t;Dot;Don’t you tink pryin’ into de minds of oders is a punishable offense?"

Having no idea where he was leading with that question, she bit her lower lip and tried to think of some response that d apd appease him and return to her the charming lover who had imagined licking and fingering her pussy until she screamed for him to fuck her.

Suddenly his palm smacked down on her left butt cheek in a stinging blow that was sure to have reddened the white skin.

"I tink you need to learn to answer me when I’m talkin’ to you as well, mon ami," he purred against the back of her head as his hand slapped down on her right buttock.

"Remy!" she shrieked in surprise.

"Non, cherie, you had your chance to speak."

While shock rendered her speechless his hand continued to rhythmically smack each firm cheek of her ass until she was sure his arm had to be tired from the activity.

Finally he stopped the punishment to slip his hand between her thighs.

She gasped in a bit of embarrassment as his delving fingers found the abundance of moisture spreading from her core from the unexpectedly arousing spanking.

&;Ahh;Ahh now, cherie, dis not be punishment if you enjoy it so," he whispered while driving two fingers deeply in to her wet pussy. "How you gonna learn your lesson if you enjoy de punishment?"

"I’ve learned it, Remy," she vowed as her hips wiggled to try and get his fingers deeper. "I’ll never read your thoughts again without permission, luv, and I’ll always reply to your questions the instant I can form an answer."

&quoll yll you now?"

He suddenly raised his body from hers and left the bed, causing her to twist around to see what he was doing.

"Back on your stomach, mon ami, I am just takin’ off de rest of my clothes," he said.

Unsure of what he had in store for her, but knowing she was always safe with the wily thief, Betsy obeyed and resisted the urge to peek into his mind to see what he was planning.

"Good girl," he complimented as she was again lying flat on her stomach.

Unable to see him, she focused on listening and heard the thuds of his boots being removed.

Next came the sensual rasping of his zipper being lowered and she shivered at the idea of his cock finally being freed from his pants.

The rustle of fabric told her those pants were being removed moments before she felt the bed dip as he moved back on to it.

"Mmmm, you should see yourself like dis, cherie," he sighed as his hand brushed her long hair to the side then ran down her spine over the reddened flesh of her bottom. "Your sweet lil ass is glowin’."

He shifted beside her and she soon felt his mouth moving over her butt, kissing and licking the she’dhe’d decorated with vivid red impressions of his palm and fingers.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

"No," she rushed to assure him as his tongue seemed to be tracing one of his marks on her bottom.

"Ah … you did like it den, didn’t you?"

She whimpered when his lips left her skin and easily admitted to her enjoyment of his spanking.

A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as his tongue traced the length of her spine up to the nape of her neck as he stretched out on his side next to her.

"Dat’s good to know, dat I did not hurt you, mon ami, but we have a small problem," his face nuzzled against the side of her neck while he nipped at her ear. "You been a bad girl and bad girls must be punished."

His warm breath tickled the inside of her ear as he spoke those words, sending a shiver of reaction through her body that had her clamping her legs together to ease the now clenching ache between them.

"I’m sorry, luv, I promise I’ll behave," she whispered while turning her head to look into his gleaming eyes.

Those eyes twinkled with wickedness as his lips curled into a sinful smile and he leaned over to thrust a hand between her legs and slide three fingers inside her snatch.

"What’s de fun in behavin’, cherie?"

The three fingers stretched her pussy as they thrust inside it and for a minute she was too breathless with delight to respond.

"I *she gasped* thought *a breathless moan accompanied by her hips grinding against his fingers* you wanted me *his fingers curled inside her and scraped over her g spot causing her to scream his name* to behave," she finished breathlessly.

He withdrew his fingers from her and rolled Betsy on to her back.

Looking deeply into her eyes he raised the hand to hiss ans and licked clean one finger that had been inside her.

"I changed my mind again, mon ami," he moved his hand and rubbed the two fingers still wet with her own juices against Psylocke’s mouth.

Though they’d never done this, she instinctively knew what he wanted and sucked those fingers into her mouth without moving her gaze from his.

Groaning with approval at her actions, he withdrew his hand and moved his body over hers.

Parting her legs with his s hes he sank between them so his hips laid against hers with his erection nudging slightly against her nether lips. He then braced himself up on one elbow and began massaging her breast while his mouth bit gently at her neck before settling on her lips to roughly kiss them open.

Her hands slid into his hair to pull his mouth harder against hers as her leg wrapped around his hip to try forcing his cock into her.

"Say what yont,&nt," he pulled back to order as their hips rocked together.

"Your cock," she gasped out what she thought he wanted to hear. "I want you inside me now."

"To do what, Betsy?"

"Make love to me," she whispered against his lips.

"Do it," he said as he took her hand and placed it against his erection.

Knowing exactly what he wanted, she stroked his length for a moment before gently taking it in hand and guiding the tip into her opening. The broad head felt so good buried in her soft tissue that she froze for a moment to relish the feeling before moving her hand to his butt and pressing to push him deeper into her.

Tangling a hand in her silky dark hair, he claimed her lips at the same moment he thrust forward to bury himself in her to the hilt.

Their bodies froze for a moment to record every sensation of the feel of his total penetration. Their eyes locked and lips separated about an inch as they breathed into each other’s mouths while their flesh seemed to melt together.

As one they began moving together, pulling their hips apart then pushing them back together in perfect sync.

Betsy wanted it harder and faster even as she wanted it to last forever.

Her hands tried to pull Remy’s mouth back to hers, but he quickly pinned them to the mattress above her head and continued to keep his lips hovering over hers so that they seemed to share the same breath.

It was too much.

He’d packed so many surprises into their game tonight that her mind was filled with needs and emotions she couldn’t contain and this slow, intimate joining was too much.

"Remy," she panted while her blue eyes begged, "Remy please…"

"Please what, cherie?" his words vibrated against her lips causing her eyes to widen and her body to arch under him.

"More," her legs curled tightly around his waist. "Harder, faster … MORE."

"You sure dat’s what you want, mon ami?" his tongue flicked out to trace her lips.

"YES!" she shouted as her hands tried to break free of his hold. "Fuck me, LeBeau!"

"Never let it be said dat Remy don’t do what his lady wants."

With that he nipped at her lower lip then released her arms to push himself back on his knees. His red eyes still locked with hers, he slowly ran his hands over her breasts then down her stomachunwrunwrap her legs from his waist and place them over his shoulders instead.

While running his hot fingers up and down the insides of her legs and thighs he began leaning over her once more, pressing her lower limps back against her chest and raising her hips from the bed.

Her hands clawed into the bed beneath her as he seemed to sink even deeper inside her as he braced his hands on the mattress beside her shoulders. The position doubled her over till her knees and breasts almost touched and it left her gasping.

"Still want it harder and faster, cherie?"

In answer she reared her head up off the bed while pulling his mouth down to hers and kissed him as hungrily as she could.

As their lips parted and her head fell back to the bed, he started thrusting into her. Her hips bounced off the bed to slam up against his as his movements became faster and harder as she had requested.

"Yessssssssssssssss," she moanith ith her head tossing frantically from side to side as this proved just what her body needed. "Oh, yes, luv, just like … *she cried out his name as his cock hit a magical spot within her* Don’t stop. Don’t stop, luv"

"Wouldn’t," he groaned as a drop of sweat rolled down his face and the pace of his thrusts continued to escalate, "Wouldn’t dream of it, mon ami."

Soon words became impossible as remembering to breathe proved difficult from the pleasure pounding through their bodies.

Just as their bodies seized in climax togethRemyRemy’s fiery eyes met and held her gaze to make their orgasms all the more intimate and powerful.

Somehow she found the ability to scream his name as her spasming walls felt the warm wash of his come against them.

Hips still pumping into her, he gently lowered her legs from his shoulders then dropped down to wrap her in his arms and pull their bodies as tightly together as possible.

Betsy immediately turned her lips to his for a deeply passionate yet tender kiss.

"So good for Remy," he whispered against her mouth as his fingers stroked strands of hair from her sweat dampened face.

"I’m glad, luv," she whispered back with the love she’d yet to confess to him glowing in her eyes.

For a long time they laid tangled together like that then Gambit reluctantly pulled away.

"I hate this," she sighed as the afterglow of their joining was dimmed by his dressing to leave.

"As do I, mon ami," with pants on but not yet fastened he bent to run a finger over her kiss swollen lips, "but it is our only option right now."

"They’ll accept you here, Remy. Just as they’ve accepted me."

"Dat’s not an option for me just yet, Betts. I owe Magneto one more favor before I leave the Acolytes and I don’t welsh on my debts," he fastened his pants and pulled on his shirt.

She slid from the bed as he put on his boots and grabbed his coat from the floor.

"Have him call it in soon, luv, I hate having all this," she looked toward the bed they’d rumpled with their activities then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "only to watch you sneak off into the night."

"Dat’s sometimes de way Remy must be, a true t’ief in de night and not just de one we pre me me to be in dese games."

"They aren’t games to me anymore, LeBeau. I think I love you."

Tangling his hands in her hair he tilted her head back to place a deep lingering kiss on her lips.

"Remy don’t tink anymore, he know. I love you, Elisabeth Braddock. Have since I saw all dat lovely hair of yours flyin’ ‘round dis fine body of yours as you kicked our asses de first time we met in battle."

"That long and you’ve never said anything?" she whispered in surprise.

"Tho you you woulda read my mind," he smiled against her lips before pulling away.

With a sigh she watched him slip into his jacket and move to the window to jump to the ground below.

She rushed to look out after him as she heard his body land after the two story leap.

"I be fine, cherie," her lover called quietly up to her as he saw her head peeking out of the window he’d just exited through.

Her lips curled into a tender smile as she met his red eyes across the distance now separating them. Resisting the urge to be all sentimental and declare her love for the man, she brought a hand to her lips, kissed the fingers and blew the kiss to him.

Remy feigned catching the kiss and placing it over his heart.

"Leave your window open tomorrow, luv," she said to him as he started to walk across the lawns.

"Plannin’ a lil cat burglary yourself, mon ami?"

"Perhaps," she smiled.

His rich sexy laughter carried on the wind to her ears as he continued away from the mansion to return to his place with the Acolytes.

Once he was out of sight, she pulled back into her room and closed her window.

Pressing her forehead against the cold glass, she thought how the thief had accomplished his goal.

"I am tinking I might try my hand at stealing your heart."

She remembered his voice speaking the words and crawled into bed with the knowledge that he had done just that.