To Catch a Fox

Authors Note/Disclaimer:
I do not own the X Men or the fictional universe they live in. This is a work of fan fiction. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and yours. I am making no money from this.

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Warnings: More sex, this time a little different.

Chapter Nine: The Woman

{Gone and stuck you foot in it dis time, Le Beau. You gon’ fix dis.}

He locked his charm down tight. No pushing her emotions this way or that this time.

She was stiff and a little frightened in his arms as he nuzzled her neck. He held her firmly, not letting her pull away. He felt a little flutter of panic from her and he pulled back enough to meet her eyes.

“De fox is gone, jus you an’ me, now.” Her eyes were wide and her expression was caught somewhere between desire and fear. “Gon’ do dis ting right.”

“Remy…” She bit her lip, but she relaxed a little and let him pull her close for a slow gentle kiss. He took his time, tasting her lips and tongue. Her panic faded and her nervousness became something more like anticipation. Without the fox’s urgings in her blood, she was hesitant, almost shy.

He began to slowly caress her, running his fingers through her hair and down her shoulders and back. When his fingers brushed the nape of her neck she gasped and he felt a sharp trill of excitement run through her. She shivered a little, then her hands began to rove through his hair and across his back and chest. When her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt he chuckled a little.

He sat back from her and unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. She tilted her head to the side and gave him a little smile as she admired his naked chest.

“You forgot your long johns again.”

“I tol’ you. Dey make me itch.” He began to unfasten his pants. “Besides, dey so dirty dey about to run off by demselves.”

“That would be a sight.” She giggled nervously as she began pulling off her own clothes. Remy paused in his own efforts to frown at the evidence of their rough tryst that morning. Her skin was marred in several places by bites and bruises. As she bent over to pull off her socks, he could see the marks of his own fingernails across her back.

“Something wrong?” She looked over her shoulder at him and noted his expression. Some of the nervousness returned.

“Don’ remember these.” He reached to trail gentle fingertips across the scratches. Then he touched a particularly livid bruise on her neck that bore the marks of teeth. His teeth. She shivered under his touch. He watched goose bumps rise on her skin and her nipples hardened.

“You got a couple of pretty ones yourself.” She swallowed, then pulled her pants and long johns off in one quick motion. She let her hair fall forward to shield her face as she bent over to do so. He knew she was blushing, though it was hard to see with her caramel colored skin.

He slipped off his pants and stretched out on the bed, leaning on one elbow to look at her. She turned to him and he watched as her eyes traveled slowly across his body. She reached to touch a bite mark on his shoulder and he caught her hand. He brought her fingers to his lips instead and kissed them. Then he pulled her towards him.

“You someting beautiful to look at, cher. It a shame to mark dat skin.”

“It’ll heal.” She let him draw her down to lie beside him and watched as he took a finger in his mouth. Her eyes widened as he sucked on it and ran his tongue across it teasingly. “If…um…it really bothers you…I could change…make most of them go…away…”

Her voice trailed off as he took a second finger into his mouth and continued his teasing. He heard her breath hitch and he smiled around her fingers. He continued for a few seconds more before releasing her hand.

“Don’ worry…Gon’ kiss it, make it all better, hmm?”

He pressed her gently back against the mattress and kissed her deeply, trailing his fingers lightly up and down her arms. Then he moved his mouth lower, tracing the marks on her neck and shoulders, pressing his lips against each one. She arched her neck to give him better access and he felt her fingers trailing lightly across his chest, exploring with her fingertips.

He could feel the desire rising in her, genuine and very human. Only the faintest whisper of the fox remained. Her eyes were wide and dark in the dim light and her soft warm skin seemed to glow in the candlelight. Her hair was a spill of snow against the pillow and the little moan she made when he kissed the hollow of her neck heightened his own excitement.

Her touch got bolder as his mouth moved lower to suckle at her breasts. He teased her nipples with lips and tongue and she writhed under his attentions. He reached one hand lower to caress the smooth skin of one thigh. She moved eagerly at his touch, opening to him as her moans deepened. He smiled to himself as he felt her arousal growing.

He was tempted to accept the invitation and sate his own needs. He was hungry and aching for the warm little body next to his. But, he could wait a little longer. He wanted to be certain that there were no false notes this time.

He began to caress the inside of her thighs gently, his mouth roving across her breasts and neck. His lips sought hers again as he brushed his fingers across her center. He felt her hips twitch in response as he swallowed her quiet exclamation.

Then he leaned back on his elbow while his other hand began to slowly tease her. He rubbed careful fingers across her swelling clit and along the folds that were growing wetter by the moment. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, her hands moving randomly across the spread beneath her and over her belly. He felt the tension building slowly within her. He watched her face as he carefully brought her closer and closer to her peak.

“You so beautiful…Remy just wan’ to watch you, cher.” He spoke softly as her hand brushed across his belly, fingers seeking. He sped his rhythm slightly and was rewarded by her whimper.

“Please…Remy…” Her fingers found what they sought and trailed lightly up and down his hardness. He felt his pulse quicken at the sensation. Then her hand pulled away as her body arched and the girl groaned his name, her climax crashing over both of them.

He stilled his hand and leaned down to kiss her. She returned his kiss fervently, her hands roving across his body. One small hand wrapped around his shaft and he groaned at the pressure. She stroked him experimentally and he gasped.

“Mon Dieu…Remy wan’ you…” He reached to still her hand reluctantly. That wasn’t the way he wanted to finish this. He kissed her again as he shifted his body above hers, moving to rest between her thighs. He let her feel him there, resting against her entrance.

She moved beneath him, hips shifting and arms wrapped around his body pulling him closer. When he pressed forward she moaned as he filled her. Her pleasure washed over him and he was still a moment as he let it pass. Then he began to move slowly, kissing her deeply as he set a smooth, steady rhythm.

Then he began to murmur to her in French, matching the rhythm of his words to the slow pulse of their bodies. He let his tone rise and fall with the sensations that passed between them. He knew she wouldn’t understand more than his tone, but English simply had no soul for this sort of lovemaking.

He spoke of her beauty and her generosity. Her animal ferocity and her gentleness. She was his and he would treasure her. And in his own way, he would love her and the child she would give him.

Slowly the motion of their bodies built sensation upon sensation. The girl in his arms cried out his name and shuddered against him as she climaxed again. Her pleasure reverberated through him and nearly drove him over the edge. He paused and rested, panting with the effort of maintaining his control. Then he began again, drawing little moans and whimpers from the girl.

His body was begging for release now and his rhythm sped a little. He felt her excitement building as she sensed the change in him. Her tone became less pleading as she urged him on to his own pleasure. She kissed his face and neck and caressed him, no longer shy, intent on bringing him to climax. She seemed surprised when another orgasm shook her. The echo of her pleasure shattered Remy’s remaining control and he moaned loudly as his release crashed over him. He collapsed atop her, resting, their bodies still joined, feeling himself jerk and twitch inside her.

He started to roll away from her, but she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He felt her chest rise and fall beneath him as she breathed deeply. He recognized the shadow of the fox in her mind again and knew she was taking in the scents of their lovemaking. After a moment, her grip loosened.

He moved to lay beside her, pulling her close to him, her back against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Now, dis how Remy treat a lady.” He kissed her shoulder affectionately.

“I never really thought of myself as a lady.” Her tone was sleepy. “But, if it gets me this kind of treatment…” She yawned widely. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Remy just chuckled and reached for the blankets, pulling them over their bodies. The candle was nearly gone, the flame dancing fitfully. He didn’t bother to blow it out; it would go out on its own soon enough. He snuggled against her, enjoying the warmth, not just of her body, but of the pleasure and affection radiating from her sleepy mind.

By the time the flickering candle winked out, they were both deeply asleep.


Remy woke the next morning to find himself alone and most of his clothing missing. A quick search found Kit in Logan’s room surrounded by piles of laundry in various stages of cleaning. She was chatting amiably with Logan who was helping her stir the large tub full of sudsy water. She looked up and smiled at him warmly.

“Laundry day.” She wrinkled her nose as she fished a shirt out of the water and wrung it out. She tossed it into a basket where it landed with a wet thump.

“You gon’ wash all dis?” Had they really brought so much with them?

“Somebody’s got to.” She tossed another soggy bundle into the basket. “I think that one’s full.”

“Gotcha, I’ll take it ta Jean.” Logan hefted the basket with a grunt. He gave Remy a wink and a smirk as he passed by.

“Remy was jus’ joking ‘bout de long johns.”

“I’m not, they stink.” She tapped her nose with a finger. Of course, her sense of smell was sharper than his. He moved behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest and rubbing his chin on her hair. He was pleased to find her leaning into his embrace and there was no trace of nervousness in her now.

“Missed you.”

“I didn’t go far…” She pulled away from him. “Want to get this place shaped up. I wasn’t planning for so many people when I was here in the fall. I’ll have to go raid some of my caches soon. Do some hunting.”

“You wan’ company?” He wasn’t much of a hunter, but he could at least carry a backpack.

“Not until your long johns are dry at least…” She leaned over to fish another garment out of the water. “Besides, I doubt you two-leggers can keep up with me.”

“Guess not.” Remy chuckled. He felt a whisper of the fox return and suspected she wanted an excuse to run. Their supplies weren’t that low yet.

“I’ll hunt tonight; see what kind of game I can scare up. Then I’ll take the sled and ferry in some supplies sometime in the next few days.” She straightened and groaned, hands on her hips.

“Gon’ go clean up. You need help wit’ dis?”

“When you’re done, I could use help changing the water.”

By the time the laundry was finished, every hook, peg, and rail in the place held some piece of soggy clothing and they were all quite sick of lugging pails of water back and forth. But everyone was looking forward to clean clothes.

Kit was in constant motion it seemed, moving from one task to the other with no pause in between. He watched her bemused, offering help occasionally. She reorganized the store room, taking an inventory of their supplies. She deemed it adequate for only about a month…If they didn’t mind eating vegetarian.

She checked the pipes that carried water in and out of the cabin, even opening the wooden door to the cold dank air of unused tunnels. He followed her cautiously, holding a flashlight steady for her, cursing as he struck his head again and again on the ceiling.

“You could have stayed behind.”

“Remy bored…Somethin’ to do. An’ I prefer de company.” Which was true. Jean and Scott were treating this as some sort of romantic vacation and were wrapped up in each other. Logan was never much of a conversationalist and had volunteered to go in search of more firewood. Such isolation just wasn’t for him…He sighed.

“You’re still bored, aren’t you?” She grunted as she tightened one of the pipe connections. She glanced down the tunnel and back, eyes following the length of pipe that vanished into the darkness.

“Remy a city boy at heart. He like de crowds and de bright lights.”

“Why are you guys out here? Who are you hiding from?” She paused, letting the wrench dangle from her fingers as she swiped a lock of hair from her face, leaving a smudge on her cheek.

“Dere’s folks dat want us dead, jus’ cause we mutants. Since we s’pose to be heroes…Dey wan’ us dat much deader. Make an example of us. You hear of de X Men out here?”

“Heroes huh?” She tilted her head to one side, looking at him critically. “Maybe I saw something on the news….But, I’m out here more often than in town. I’ve heard enough to know it could mean trouble for us.”

“Dis not de whole team. We scatter, make it hard to find us.”

“You’re not quite answering my question, Remy.”

“Don’ know all de answers, too busy runnin’ to ask questions.” He moved closer and brushed another lock of hair from her face. “How much more o’ dis pipe to check?”

“Not much, were almost to the end.” She sighed and pulled away from him. He knew she thought he was being secretive. But it was the truth. They hadn’t had time to figure out just who had hired the mercenaries that chased them. They could make a few guesses, but they didn’t know for certain. And those guesses wouldn’t mean anything to a girl who rarely left the forest or the dirty little town she called home.

After about twenty more minutes of cold, damp and dark misery, Kit declared the pipes sound. As they made their way out, he brushed against her deliberately, teasing her playfully. He could think of one way to relieve the boredom, if he could pull her away from her self-appointed duties.

After she locked the old wooden door, sealing away the tunnels, he pressed her against the rough wood. She grumbled nonsense about more chores, but he ignored her words. He refused to move, smiling slyly as he began to plant teasing kisses on her lips and neck. He brushed her hair back from her face and continued the motion to caress the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. She fell silent at that, and he felt her shiver.

“Remy tinkin it time for a break.”

“Oh…I think I know what you want.” Then she surprised him by hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him firmly against her. She rubbed her face against his chest and then stood on tiptoe to graze his neck with her lips, opening her mouth to nibble at him. He felt himself hardening against her and she pulled him even closer growling and biting him playfully.

“I take dat as a ‘yes.’” He could feel the fox in her now, playful and full of mischief. And hungry for him, though without the almost frightening intensity of before. He chuckled as he pulled her towards their room. She went with him eagerly and as soon as they crossed the threshold, she began to pull at his clothes.

What followed was a playful wrestling match between them as they undressed each other. The giggling, teasing scuffling resulted in a floor littered with clothing as they tumbled naked onto the bed. Kit was stronger than she looked and it was several moments before Remy was able to pin her against the mattress. When he finally succeeded, he felt her respond with a powerful wave of desire.

“You like dat, little fox?” He smiled down at her, a little surprised at her reaction.

She growled and moved suggestively against him. He held her tighter and lowered his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. She moaned into his mouth, relaxing and surrendering to him. This time woman and fox were in agreement and the combination was more than he could resist as her desire flooded his mind.

He took her forcefully, but without the violence and the loss of self he’d experienced before. She responded eagerly, submitting to his dominance with a trace of sly amusement and a little wonder. When she reached her climax, he was certain that the others could hear her moaning, but he only smiled to himself.

Afterwards they lay together, lazily caressing and kissing. They remained there until Logan stood outside the curtained doorway and cleared his throat loudly.

“If yer done foolin’ around. Dinner’s ready.”

“Be dere in a minute, homme.” Remy called out, smiling wickedly at the girl who was blushing a deeper shade of bronze. “Now wasn’t dat a better way to spend de afternoon den crawlin’ around in dem tunnels?”

“Can’t argue with that.” She sighed and stretched lazily. Then she rose and reached for her leathers. Remy raised an eyebrow in question. “Still need to hunt. Get some fresh meat.”

“Maybe someting besides rabbit?” He asked hopefully.

“I’ll see what I can do.”