Insensitive

Remy sat alone in his room with a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. It was actually his third one since Storm dropped her bombshell on him. She loves Logan, a voice whispered in his head endlessly. At that thought he dropped the bottle and brought both of his hands up to cover his ears trying to stop the hateful voice.



Not you but Logan



“Argh” he screamed and grabbed the bottle putting it to his mouth and swallowing deeply. The fiery amber liquid burned into his gut but he barely felt it.



“Stop it” he whispered desperately in a drunken stupor.



Logas yos your Ro and there’s nothing you can do about it.



The voice was cruel.



With an enraged yell he threw the bottle against the wall, shattering it. Pictures of Logan and Storm together in a lovers embrace ran through his head and he pressed his palms against his eyes to suppress them.



It wasn’t working.



He could actually hear Ro’s moans of pleasure, her gasp as she rode the wave of ecstasy underneath Logan. Remy whimpered in pain and slid to the floor his breath coming in heaving gasps.



“No, no, no, no” he shook his head desolately, not his Ro. Drawing his knees up he covered his head with his arms tortured with the sight and sounds of his drunken imagination. He was so caught up in his hellish nightmare he didn’t hear the room door open nor see Rogue when she walked in.



“My God Remy, what the hell is wrong with you” she said shocked to see her beau in this condition “are you sick?”



She knelt down beside him and touched his head, the smell of the liquor made her nose wrinkled. “You’re fucking drunk “she snarled at him pushing him away from her. She hated when he got drunk, he wasn’t any fun when he was drunk.



“Jesus Remy you’re so selfish sometimes.” There went her plans for getting screwed tonight. As she complained she stood up and glared down at him, “I hope you realize that you’re sleeping alone tonight” she said in a tone cold enough to make icicles.



Remy gave a slightly hysterical laugh, like he actually gave a fuck about sleeping alone. “Rogue…” he slurred as he peered up at her through blurry eyes. God he could barely stand the sight of her.



‘What?” she snapped.



“Get the fuck outta my room” he closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall on which he was leaning. He probably just ruined his chances with Rogue for good and he found it hard too even care. The only answer Rogue gave him was the slamming of his room door, which echoed around his head, along with that fucking voice which wasn’t giving him any peace.



Logan’s got your Ro… it taunted.



“Shut up” he yelled in a drunken outburst “just shut the fuck up”



He clambered to his feet and stumbled to the door “She’s mine…she’s mine…she fucking mine.”



He kept repeating to himself as he made his way to Storm’s bedroom, daring the voice to contradict him. When he reached Storm’s door he paused hearing voices inside.



He didn’t let iop hop him. Fuck it if she was with Logan…she was his first!



Without bothering to knock he barged right in to see a startled Storm watching TV in bed with just a plain white t-shirt on. He grinned in relief and almost fell through the doorway. He just barely caught himself in time.

“Hi Storm” he said the silly smile still on his face. He couldn’t seem to make it go away from some reason. Well at least he wasn’t hearing that damn voice anymore. He was glad he found her alone now he could tell her she was his and no one else’s. Especially not Logan’s.



Storm stared at him as if he’d lost his mind, “Remy what in hell are you doing in here…you’re drunk” Her nose wrinkled as she smelt the fumes from the alcohol from across the room



“Wha…” she broke off as he stumbled over to her only to fall face first into her mattress.



With a groan he rolled over and blinked at her, wondering how in the hell he’d gotten on her bed. His objective had been to stand next to her. Her bed was just as good he decided.



Storm watched silently as he struggled to his elbows and raked his eyes over her. Insanely she found her body responded to the heat in his eyes.



Get a grip Ororo, she told herself, he’s drunk and obviously has no idea what he’s doing.



He doesn’t want you.



“You’re mine Ro…” he slurred at her contradicting her thoughts.



“Oh Remy…” she groaned wondering what could have caused him to get himself in the condition he was. Her guess was probably another fight with Rogue added the fact that she had made herself unavailable. Basically when she thought about it this was all her fault. He needed her and she wasn’t there for him.



Damn it why did things have to be so complicated.



“I love you Ro…” he reached up a hand to her and immediately fell back. His balance was shot to pieces.



Damn if she didn’t love him back but only it was not the way he was thinking. He loved her like a friend while she on the other hand wanted so much more.



Laying flat on his back he stared up at the ceiling, “Commere Stormy…ometomethingtotellyou” his words were beginning to run into each other and she had trouble understanding him.



“What is it?” Stormy went closer to him. She had to find a way to get him out of her room before someone came in search of her. His presence in her room would raise too many eyebrows. This wasn’t in the middle of the night all all the other times. People were still up and about in the mansion.



She sat next to him on the bed a bit nervously. When sober Remy was unpredictable she knew it would be worse when he was drunk.



He opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was another ragged, painful groan. His hands came up to clutch at his head and then to her chagrin his eyes closed. They didn’t open up again.



Storm scrambled off the bed and touched his shoulder “Remy…Remy get up you can’t be in here like this…Remy!” Storm shook him but to no avail.



The Cajun was out like a light.



“Great… this is just great!” She threw her hands up “Now what am I supposed to do wyou?you?” She scolded as if he could hear her. Think Ororo…there is no need to panic.



Remy groaned something and shifted oblivious to what was going on. Ororo sd atd at him then decided to turn him on his side in case he puked. She didn’t think he’d want to die by choking on his own vomit. It was easier thought of than actually done. Even though he was slender, Remy was heavy, especially as a dead weight.



It took Storm half an hour just to roll and fix him properly so that she could lie down in the bed too. When she was done she was exhausted. All she had strength to do was to lie down next to him and mentally rail at him for showing up at her door in his condition. She wondered where Rogue was and debated about getting her to deal with Remy.



She nixed the idea almost immediately, had he wanted Rogue he would have been with her. She smiled smugly at the thought. He always came to her. Like one would always search out an old comfortable shoe. She frowned; she didn’t want to be a shoe….especially an old one.



As she lay beside him Storm took the time to study him. She never had the opportunity to really do so before even though she’d spent a lot of time in his company. When he would come to her room at nights he would always lay behind her, spoon fashion, and they would lie in the dark. She never really got to see his face then and during the day there were always so many things to do. She never really took the time to study him, but now here was her chance.



She ran an index finger along his strong chiseled jaw that had a dark shadow along it. Rubbing her palm against the beginning of his beard sent a thrill down her spine and she smiled. His nose was straight, aquiline in structure with a slight flare to it that she found absolutely adorable. His lips were soft and cherub-like giving him an innocent look while he slept, but she knew better. There was nothing innocent about the man lying in her bed. Unable to resist she leaned down and kissed his lips ever so softly. She didn’t mind the taste of the alcohol that lingered on his lips.



Remy groaned and shifted in his sleep and Storm pulled back startled. What was she doing! He shifted again with a slight sigh this time turning his head away from her. As Storm watched him tossing she guessed he wasn’t comfortable sleeping fully clothed. She debated on whether or not she should undress him. Well only his boots she decided and maybe his shirt.



She wasted no time making him comfortable and it didn’t take long thankfully. When he was stripped to worn jeans and socks she stared unabashedly at his near perfect form. How she longed for the right to run her hands over his rangy frame whenever she wished. With one last longing gaze at his sleeping figure Storm turned off the TV, got into bed and tossed until she too fell asleep.