Ma Coeur

Title: Ma Coeur

Author: Paws

Summary: This is AU - based off of scrawlersearth at nightscrawlers.com - please visit there for way more details and backlogs of the RPG. To give you a basic background, Xaviers is a normal college for students with...differences. Most of the students didn't know about other mutants until they came there. There are no x-men, no evil guys wanting to take over the world, no aliens - just a bunch of mutant teens struggling to find their way in the world and doing fairly normal college stuff. We deviate from canon in a lot of areas, but I am sure that you will find the flavor of the characters to be fairly close to their canon versions.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Remy LeBeau and Talia Josephine Palmer

Feedback: Please do - and feel free to critique as well!

Beta’s: Nacht off of nightscrawlers was invaluable to me in writing this fic, as she was a wonderful source of encouragement and had a lot of input into TJ - as that is who she plays in the RP (I play remy). It wouldn't have happened without her.

Author Notes: Remy is a 20 yr old who grew up on the streets of new orleans (wasn't adopted by Jean-Luc). He is all about having a great time in life. TJ is a 17 yr old who was raised on a reservation in arizona by her mother - christine palmer and the man that she married. TJ just discovered that Kurt Wagner, a professor at the school, is her biological father (Christine did not tell either TJ or Kurt about each other) because Kurt saw her and found out her mothers name and put two and two together.

Other people mentioned in the fic are: Raven - a fellow student and TJ's roomate (she has no relation to Kurt in this RP)

TJ and Remy were together for a month, and were quite happy and meshed well as a couple. However, after a visit to NYC TJ and Remy had a fight. They parted for a couple of weeks, not really speaking to each other, but both feeling pretty darn horrible about the whole thing. Then one night at a party, a visiting friend of one of the students kissed TJ. Witnessing this, Remy was upset and pulled her out into the hallway where they finally had it out, talked it over, and realized they were both being dumb. This happens right after that - they ditched the party and went back to her room.

Disclaimer: Marvel owns all of the characters used in this story, I make no money off of this - but have a hell of a lot of fun playing!

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Somehow they had managed to make it all the way down the hall without tripping, despite the fact that he couldn’t really watch where he was going with her kissing him like that. Not that he minded at all. But it was a minor miracle that he didn’t run them into anything.

He impatiently shoved the door open to her room and slid inside. He broke the kiss for a moment to look down at her face, her body still cradled in his arms. Dieu, but she was beautiful. Her eyes practically glowed as she looked up at him, and even though the skin around them was still slightly puffy from crying he’d never seen her look so radiant.

“Remy’s missed you so bad, cheri.”

Dipping his head to kiss her again, he carefully set her down on her feet, not bothering to look as he groped behind him, seeking out the handle in order to shut and lock the door. He was taken off guard when she pressed her full weight against him, throwing him off balance, his back thumping against the half open door, which promptly swung shut with a loud bang. Staggering back a step he found himself held flat against the door as she laid her whole body against his while practically devouring him.

Well, well. Seemed like he wasn’t the only one that had missed this then, neh?

Somehow he managed to get the lock closed. Raven would sure be pissed to be locked out, but then if Doug had managed to play his cards right, maybe she wouldn’t be back.

He moaned a little as TJ twisted her body against him, his hands drifting down to rest on her hips while she sucked at his lower lip. At this rate he doubted he was going to last more than a few minutes. What he really wanted to do, quite frankly, is to pin her up against the wall and pound into her until she screamed.

Actually come to think of it, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.

Running both hands down her back, he cupped her bottom, bringing her flush against him for a moment before reaching further down the back of her thighs. Scooping her off the ground, he brought her legs up to either side of him. She obligingly wrapped her long limbs around him, bringing her warmth against his aching groin, causing him to involuntarily thrust against her. Flipping them both over he placed her back to the wall and began to slowly grind his pelvis against hers. Her hands tangled into his hair as she whimpered into his ear. He chuckled throatily at her moans and buried his face into her neck, nipping gently down to her collarbone.

“Remy wants y’ so bad.”

He was surprised when she arched her back, shoving herself off the wall, unwrapping her legs and sliding off of him. She smiled wickedly at him as she reached for his shirt, nearly tearing it in her eagerness to get it off. In trying to help her with it he found himself inexplicably tangled.

“Merde!” He shifted his arms, trying to free them from the tangle of fabric. He gasped when she used the opportunity to bite lightly at one of his nipples.

He finally succeeded in yanking it off and he reached for her shirt in order to return the favor. He frowned in puzzlement at her when she twisted out of his reach.

“I have an idea.” Her voice was low and sultry, and sent shivers up his spine.

“Oui?” He made another grab for her, but she batted his hands away.

He looked at her, bemused by her actions as she backed off, running her tongue over her lower lip. “Take off your pants.”

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She nearly giggled at the brief look of surprise that flitted across his face, but he recovered quickly, flashing her a huge grin. She felt a rush of warmth as he began to slowly undo his pants, taking his time with it as he watched her with those burning eyes. He was gorgeous and knew how to show off his body to his advantage.

Peeling his pants off he kicked them to one corner, standing facing her in only his tight fitting boxers, making it plain what type of an effect that she was having on him.

“It ‘ardly seems fair dat y’still ‘ave all y’re clothes on, chere.”

She smirked at him. “Get on the bed.”

He raised one eyebrow, but did as she had asked, reclining on the top cover with the grace of a cat. Lacing his fingers behind his head to prop it up he watched her intently, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth up.

She let her eyes trail over his nearly naked form for a minute, enjoying the site of his lean musculature and bronzed skin before she turned and walked to her dresser. Digging though her top drawer she trembled a little with sudden nerves. What if he didn’t like her idea and said no? She steeled herself with a few deep breaths. This had been something that she’d been fantasizing about doing with him for ages and now that she had him again, damned if she was going to waste anytime about it. Besides which, she reasoned - he had never been the shy type in bed anyway.

Rummaging through her drawer, she couldn’t think of what to use. Tube socks may have worked…but she never wore socks or shoes so that was out. Nothing in this drawer would work. Sighing she shut it carefully and moved to the next.

“Chere?” He had pulled himself half up, supporting his weight on one arm propped up behind him so that he was still partially reclined, obviously curious to see what she was up to.
Jesus, you could see ever single muscle in that washboard stomach when he did that. Digging through her drawer, she felt her frustration build before at the last minute she spied something in the back.

“Ha!” She seized the long woolen scarf, drawing it out. Mom had said that it would be handy during the cold of a New York winter, despite TJ’s insistences that there was no way that she was going to go out dressed like frosty the snowman. Hopefully her Mom wouldn’t find out just what sort of use she found for it.

She turned back to Remy, clutching the bundled up scarf, smiling at his confused frown.

“What are y’up to chere?” He eyed the shapeless mass of brown wool. “What ‘ave y’ got dere?”

She padded softly over to the side of her bed, resting her weight gently on the edge of it. “I want to try something, if you are OK with it…” The butterflies came back with a vengeance. She dropped her gaze to the scarf that she held in her hands, finding herself suddenly too shy to ask him.

“What, chere?” He brushed his fingers along her cheek, catching her under the chin and gently lifting her eyes to him. Jesus. When he looked at her with that tender expression, she thought that she was going to melt.

“Do you trust me?”

Remy’s face twitched with something unreadable with that, but he didn’t hesitate. “Oui.” He gave her a wry smile, shaking his head. “Not somethin’ dat’s easy for Remy t’ do. But, you? You ‘e can.”

“Will you…” Damn it…just spit it out already. “Will you let me tie you up?”

Both of his eyebrows shot up at that, but there was no mistaking the smoldering interest that flared in his eyes. In answer he simply laid down, raising both arms above his head.

She sucked in a breath at the site of him stretched out on her bed, passively staring back at her, his sleek body semi-tensed. Blushing furiously despite how utterly erotic she was finding this, she took one of his hands, knotting one end of the scarf snugly around one wrist. She leaned over him, brushing herself gently along his bare chest, threading the main bit of the scarf through her head board, slowly tugging it until his bound arm was held tight. Smiling down at him, she seized his other wrist, raising it up to the opposite end of her headboard, tying him firmly so he lay with his arms out stretched.

Backing off, she sat back down on the edge of the bed and slowly drew her fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at the top of his boxers. Remy moaned softly, and hitched his hips up, trying to encourage her to go lower.

Relishing the feeling of control, she clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Not yet.”

He tested his bonds then, pushing against them lightly at first, and then more firmly, the muscles in his arms standing out in stark relief. She had little doubt that he could get out of them if he really wanted to, but they were firm enough to hold against all but the largest efforts.

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“Dat thin’ is a little stronger dan it looks.” His heart was tripping along at a fairly good clip right now and he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. It was a heady mix – his passion mixed with his love and trust in her, all under laced with the realization that she could just about do anything to him right now. Even knowing that the restraints were more psychological than anything – he’d easily gotten out of worse scrapes than this – he still couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as he pressed against his bonds again. The wool of the scarf gave a bit, but there was no doubting that he was truly trussed up.

He wet his lip with his tongue, and watched her as she ran her fingers back up his chest again. “So what now, chere?”

“Now…” she flicked her eyes up to his with a sultry smile that bared her sharp canines “I make you beg.”

He felt all his blood rush to his groin. The woman was going to kill him without even having to lay one finger on him.

She stood up, slowly stripping her shirt and pants off, teasing him as she ran her hands down over her body. “So you like the way I look then?”

He nodded, with what he was sure was a fairly silly grin on his face. Laughing she ran her hands back up, cupping her still covered breasts. “Want to see more?”

“S’il vous plait.” His voice sounded a little desperate even to him.

With a wide smile, she reached behind her, springing her bra clasp open, dropping the cotton fabric slowly to reveal her perfect breasts to him. She bit her lower lip, letting her eyelids drift shut while she touched herself, running her hands over her breasts, pinching at her nipples. From the way her cheeks were burning she was obviously a little shy about it but it only increased the absolute exoticness of the display.

She dropped her hands to the edge of her panties, slipping one thumb into the waist band, slowly beginning to drag them off of her hips when she stopped. Opening her eyes she looked at him. “Hmm…not yet.”

“Damnit, chere.” He lifted his hips off the bed trying in vain to twist onto his side to face her. “Y’gonna torture me all night?”

Smiling like a saint she looked down at him. “That was the idea, yeah.” Putting her hand firmly on his stomach, she shoved him back against the bed. “Hold still.”

Remy subsided obediently. He had never realized how much she may like being in charge, and he was finding surrendering to her was driving him more wild than he ever had pictured. He had to fight for control as she climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs.

She finally leaned over him and kissed him. He let her take the lead at first, but couldn’t help himself when she kept teasing him with gentle soft kisses. Bringing his mouth firmly against hers he flicked his tongue into her mouth, tasting her eagerly. She returned it for a moment, before she broke off to lick and kiss her way down his jaw and neck.

Pausing for a minute to look up at him with those golden eyes, she then dipped her mouth down over his nipple. He groaned as he felt her hot breath over it, and then sucked in a shocked breath when she bit down hard.

“Maudit!” Once the initial shock faded he realized that she was soothing it with gentle licks. He squirmed in anticipation as she moved to the other side, but she merely placed a gentle kiss on it. Dragging her bare breasts against his chest she came back up to kiss his lips again.

His hips jerked up when he felt her cool fingertips at the waistband of his boxers again. She slipped them just inside the elastic band, pulling down on it gently. Leaning back up she settled her weight on his thighs to pin him back down and smiled at him.

“Want them off?”

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Laughing at his eager nod she knelt up for a minute, bringing one of her legs to nudge between his. He parted his legs eagerly, hips hitching up in anticipation. Bringing her other leg inside his as well, she sat down on her heels to admire the view.

His eyes shone in the semi dark of the room, face intent as he watched her. God but he was gorgeous, a mix of hard lines and soft kissable mouth. The auburn hair tumbling across his brow lent an air of boyish innocence to him that belied the experienced man that she knew him to be.

Running her hands up the insides of his lightly furred thighs she watched as he let his eyes drift closed. She brought one palm over his still covered flesh, delighting in his wordless moans as she closed her fingers around his length. She pressed a kiss to the inside of one leg, and slipped her fingers up and under his waistband again. Bending forward she raked her teeth gently over his member through the cotton of his boxers.

He surged up with a cry at that, and she backed off, slowly drawing the boxers down. His eyes fluttered open to watch her and he tucked his legs up so she could get them the rest of the way off, before returning his legs to either side of her.

Leaning back over him she met his gaze as she gave him a long hard lick. He tossed his head back against her pillow, crying out loudly.

Kissing at the soft skin of his belly she watched as he strained against the scarf again, his hands balling up into fists. Waiting until she had his attention again, she nipped his hip firmly. He flinched slightly, but from the moan she got she figured that he was getting into this as well.

Wafting her breath along his skin, she took him into her mouth, setting a torturously slow pace. When his hips jerked up to move her faster she pressed him down again, her nails digging into the soft skin of his inner thigh in warning.

“Chere, s’il vous plait, j'ai besoin de vous.” He was practically panting the words out, softly pleading. She took pity on him and took him deeper into her mouth, earning her a ragged moan. She gently grazed her teeth along him on her way back up.

She felt him trembling with the effort to hold still. A non-stop barrage of words was flowing past his lips and given as she couldn’t understand any of them, evidently he was only capable of speaking his native Creole when in this state.

Releasing him she smiled at his whimper of dismay. Leaning up over him, she captured his mouth again, chuckling deep in her throat at the way that he kissed her - such a sense of desperate hunger to it. It gave her a thrill realizing that she had the power to make him this aroused, this needy.

Dragging herself up further, she brushed one breast alongside his face, reaching up to take his tied wrists in her hands, shoving them hard down into the bed. She let out a cry of her own when he took the offered opportunity to draw her nipple into his mouth, suckling hard.

Looking down at him she met his eyes as he grinned at her for a moment before he delicately bit down on her nipple. Hissing in pleasure, she dug her fingers harder into his wrists, rocking forward a bit. He kept his gaze upon her and flicked it with his tongue, testing, and then bit down again, a little harder this time.

“Ohhh…Jesus Remy.”. Releasing his wrists, she slid off of him, stepping down off the bed to slip her panties off. Rummaging in her nightstand, she pulled out a condom and settled it on him with a minimum of fuss.

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God damn, he wanted her on him now so that she could fuck his brains out. He was absolutely aching with need. He smiled welcomingly at her as she settled back over his thighs, returning her kiss bruisingly hard. Moaning as she rubbed herself cat like over him he raised his hips in invitation.

“Nnn-mmm…” She shook her head and lifted her body away from his, her hair draping her face in shadow so that the only thing he could see clearly were her lovely golden eyes.

Realizing that he had to totally give up all control in order to get anywhere, he subsided and lay back down flat on the bed. Damned if he could relax though - he felt as tightly wound as a string, waiting impatiently for her to make the next move.

He didn’t have to wait long. It was apparent that holding off was starting to lose its appeal in the face of her increased arousal. She brought herself up to brush her inner warmth against him, moaning as she did so. He clenched his jaw with the effort, but managed to keep himself from trusting up inside her.

She shifted above him once again, teasing his nipple with her tongue again. He nearly screamed when he felt the combination of her teeth on him again as she seated herself completely on his erection with one thrust. Biting his lip hard he fought to keep himself reasonably quiet as he didn’t really desire the entire school to come knocking at the door.

She half laughed and half groaned at him as she arched her back, sliding slowly back up, before grinding herself down again. He watched her as her head tipped back, eyes almost closed as she glided on him. She was wonderfully beautiful and exotic, and he marveled that he had ever found such an exciting woman. He’d never pictured someone like her even in his wildest dreams.

Nor had he ever meant to fall in love. But that ended up being the richest spice on all of this. It was a heady feeling having her whole spirit all to him and giving his in return.

He fought to keep from coming as she sped up the pace, trying to last long enough for her, his resolve shredding quickly as he watched her move on him, skin sheening lightly with sweat, her face twisted in pleasure. Cautiously he began to move, still letting her set the pace, bringing his hips up to meet her.

Crying out his name she suddenly froze, fingers clenching at his shoulders as she jerked and shook with release. He slammed quickly into her a couple of more times before joining her with a strangled moan.

The noise of their combined breathing echoed in the room. Talia finally let go of her death grip on his shoulders to relax and drape her body over his. She lay there panting with him for a minute before peppering his face with kisses, reaching up to release one wrist, then the next.

He gratefully flexed his now stiff muscles and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close. They just laid for a while like that, breathing together and enjoying the moment.

“Remind Remy t’ indulge your ideas more often, cheri.”

She laughed at him, raising her head to kiss him lazily. “So you liked it?”

Remy chuckled. “If it ‘ad been any better, y’d be lookin’ at a corpse right now.” He smacked her lightly on the bottom. “Let Remy go get cleaned up.”

She rolled off of him in a flurry of limbs and rucked the covers up, burrowing beneath them as he watched through the door of the bathroom that adjoined her room.

Finishing up, he padded quickly across the room and slid in next to her, putting his one arm out for her to snuggle into.

He lay there with her curled up against him for a while, basking in the afterglow. Inventive little thing – she had a side to her that he’d never imagined but loved. This must be why women were always labeled as so much trouble – this odd ability to worm themselves into your life before you even knew what was happening, till you didn’t know what had hit you. He frowned as a wave of memory hit him. Had it had only been moments ago really that he’d been watching her kiss another man? It had hurt way more than he’d expected watching that man flirt with her. But it had provided him with the incentive that he’d sorely needed.

“Talia….” He felt rather than saw her smile at his use of her full name. Good…it was a pretty name, and it suited her. He wanted to use it more often.

Not wanting to spoil their peaceful mood, he nevertheless had to know what the deal between them was. “Why did y’kiss dat guy?”

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She froze against him, barely breathing. The fragility of their newfound happiness loomed up before her. Drawing into herself a little, she fiddled with the sheet that covered them.

“Well…first off he kissed me." She sighed, noting he didn't take his eyes off her. Apparently, that wasn't explanation enough. “He wasn't even that cute, it was just..." Ok well this was embarrassing. “I was dry, and he had weed – and I just thought that we’d be smoking it and all of a sudden he's getting all close – and then he just…kissed me."

She smiled when she felt him relax marginally. “And like, come on Remy…” she giggled a little. “Etienne? Like how gay is that! She deepened her voice slightly mimicking a males tone “Hello, my name is Etienne, and I am a dickhead.”

Tipping her head up from where it was on his shoulder she looked up at him and found him regarding her with an unreadable expression.

“What?” Oh crap! What was that look for? He didn’t appear to be mad…just like he was thinking about how to say something.

“Actually...” he drawled the words out in that spine shivering way of his. “Dat’s Remy’s middle name.” One side of his mouth crooked up funnily.

“Oh my God!” Clapping one hand over her mouth she began to giggle harder. “It isn’t! You are just teasing me…aren’t you?”

“Non.” He smiled slowly at her. “Dat’s not de kind of name y’ kid about. Sides which – dat’s a good French name.” Mirth danced in his eyes. “Remy thought ‘e was gonna choke when ‘e ‘eard dat name…an’ den dat salaud started comin’ onto you. Its all Remy could do to not go over dere and kick is ‘sophisticated’ ass.”

Meeting her eyes, he trailed fingers over her cheekbone and down her face, smiling sadly. “Can’t tell y’ ‘ow bad it hurt thinkin’ dat I lost y’. So sorry dat ‘appened cheri.”

Tears unexpectedly burned in her eyes. She paused, looking down. She couldn't meet his gaze. “You were right though Remy - about everything. I was stupid…. Like, what was I thinking? I'm a fucking freak." Damnit, she was sniffling now.

He cupped one warm hand around her chin to lift it upwards, holding her there for a minute, thumbing tears away from her eyes. His face was solemn, gaze intent on hers.

“Non. It was Remy who was wrong. Should ‘ave never said the stuff I did.” He sighed. “It was jus’ so scary, watchin’ does guys do dat…an’ wasn’t thinking clear. It wasn’t fair to say does things to y’ though.”

He’d said that earlier in the hall. But could he really mean it? Why would he want someone like her when he could have his pick of any other normal woman?

“It’s just…” she tried to hold back the tears, drawing in a shuddering breath. “I never really thought about how different and weird I must look to other people. I mean - I’m blue for Christ’s sake Remy!”

“Wouldn’ ‘ave y’ any other way Chere.” He pressed his lips to her temple, rolling her over onto her back. “Y’re lovely.” A kiss to her cheek. “An’ excitin’.” A kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Y’re the first thin’ that Remy thinks about when he goes to sleep...” His lips brushed teasingly over her nipple. “…an’ when ‘e wakes up.”

He lifted his eyes to her face, body poised over her own and smiled sweetly up at her. She felt her heart lurch. How could he look so devilish and innocent at the same time?

“It’s just that…” she was cut mid sentence as he pressed his lips to hers.

“Let Remy show you ‘ow beautiful y’ are.” He kissed her again, with more passion. “Y’ can drive a man wild jus’ lookin’ at y’.”

She caught his face between both her hands and just looked at him for a minute. He made her feel so treasured and cared for. “I love you Remy.”

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He lost track of how long they just kissed, limbs intertwined, breaths mingled. It didn’t matter. It was just enough to exist. He lost himself in the feel of her warm body pressed against his. It was funny reflecting on it all…this is definitely not what he had expected at all when he had left the near-ruins of New Orleans to travel up here.

TJ’s hand stole down across his chest, and drifted downwards. He chuckled at first at her gentle exploratory touches and then groaned as she wrapped her hand around him and gave him a couple of slow strokes. She was like a drug. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Happily following her lead he trailed his hand down her back and the curve of her leg, drawing it up to rest on his hip. Dipping his fingertips into her cleft, he lightly teased her for a minute, delighting in the way she squirmed and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She was insatiable, his Talia, and he was delighted in the way that she embraced life wholeheartedly. Life was too short to throw it away on worries of tomorrow.

God he had missed this. Not only the physicality of it - the slow dance of their bodies as they moved against one and other – but the sheer range of emotions that came with it, from both himself and her. It was rare for him to open up his shields at all - the fear of being overwhelmed too strong. With her he felt relaxed enough to let them drop just a little…just enough to revel in the mutual passion and love that they shared at times like these.

The last couple of weeks seemed so surreal now…like a nightmare that they had thankfully woken from. He knew that they wouldn’t have an easy path ahead of them – the deck was stacked high against them…but hopefully they’d be able to work through it.

Together.

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She knew that she was probably moaning loud enough for someone to hear if they walked past her door, but she couldn’t be fucking bothered to try and stay quiet. How could she hope to stay quiet with the way that his talented fingers were slowly driving her crazy?

Pressing up against him, she drove her tongue in his mouth, desperate for contact with him. His fingers drifted lower and she let go with a small gasp in surprise, drawing back to up into his eyes.

He was watching her, eyes half lidded, burning into hers. “Trust Remy. If y’don’ like it, just say an’ ‘e’ll stop.”

He leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers as he gently touched her, her own moisture making his fingers slide easily, teasingly against her ass. It felt…different, but OK. She hissed in pleasure as his thumb found her clit and began to slowly circle it.

“Jus’…relax chere.” He breathed the words into her ear, and pressed his face to hers. She took a few deep breaths and clutched at his arm as she felt him press one finger inside of her rectum. OK…that felt weird. He held still though and she began to relax a bit more, tipping her head over to the side to allow him easier access to her throat as he began nibbling his way down it.

She yelped with combined surprise and pleasure as he set his teeth into her shoulder and moved the one finger deep within her at the same time. He kept flicking her clit with his thumb as he slowly moved his finger within her, testing her reaction.

“Y’ OK chere?” He looked seriously at her for a minute, stroking the hair out of her face with his other hand, still moving his finger carefully in her. She nodded her head slightly and was rewarded with a beaming smile. He kissed his way down to her right breast alternating nips with soft butterfly kisses.

He moved his free hand down her side, resting it on her hip for a moment as he shifted his weight more onto his knees. She gasped when he slid two fingers of his other hand inside of her vagina, moving the one hand in tandem with his other. Pulling them back out, he slicked himself with her moisture and then settled his weight back over her body, withdrawing the other finger as well.

“Y’sure?” He looked concerned but also thoroughly aroused. “We can stop anytim’.”

“Oui” she said, badly mimicking his accent - giggling at little at the wide grin he flashed her in response.

He hooked one of her legs over his arm and slowly pressed his length into her ass. She gasped at the mix of burn and pleasure mixed with a bit of sheer…oddness. Remy began to gently move over her, his head tipped back, eyes shut with his lip caught between his teeth, obviously fighting for control. Reaching down she cupped one of his buttocks in her hand and pulled him sharply against her.

Remy let out a loud groan at that and his eyes flew open, meeting hers, an extraordinary look on his face. “It’s like dat den?” He pulled back and rammed back into her, his gaze never leaving hers.

He arched up with a cry as she dragged her nails across his back hard enough to leave welts, bucking into her again. He hooked her leg over his shoulder and returned his hand to her aching clit.

It didn’t take long before they were both poised on the brink, sweat slicking their bodies making their bodies glide together. Remy grasped her by her hip and tilted her pelvis a little, thrusting in again. She gasped in surprise as the movement caused a jolt within her that she wasn’t expecting.

“How…?”

He drew himself out once more, pushing in again, hitting that sweet spot again. “There is more dan one way to do jus’ about anything Talia.” He was barely in control, panting the words out. “Talia, s’il vous plait, let Remy ‘ave y’re tail.”

She was surprised, but had no power to resist any request that he made at the moment. Extending her tail, she wrapped it around his wrist, marveling at the sheer heat coming off of him. It was like he had soaked up all that hot Louisiana sun and was spilling it back out over her.

Remy untwisted her tail with a deft flick of his wrist and swiped his tongue up the length of the spade. “Mon Dieu, tu est tres belle. Remy can’t get enough of y…” Another thrust and he moaned deliciously, obviously close to the brink. “Je t’aime.”

She loved how he accepted her so entirely, unabashedly. He even seemed to find her tail a huge turn on. Fisting the sheets in her hands she met him thrust for thrust, losing herself in the raw physical sensations pouring through her body. Acting on impulse, she flipped her tail out of his grip and lashed him once smartly across his buttocks. It was all it took to drive him over the edge, fingers curling hard into her hip as he came hard deep within her.

It was more the site of him poised over her than anything else, his teeth gritted in sheer ecstasy, which sent her crashing over the brink to join him.

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They had just drifted off when Remy heard the door rattle. Grimacing as he realized who it was, and loathe to pay the consequences the next day, Remy slid out of bed careful not to disturb Talia. Tiptoeing halfway across the room he belatedly realized his state of dress and hurried back to scoop up his shirt, draping it loosely around his hips.

Hearing an exasperated sigh and another rattle, he hurried to the door, whipping it open to reveal a startled Raven.

“’ello petite! Sorry about dat.” Remy stood aside, waving her through the door.

Raven looked at him for a minute and then over at TJ, still peacefully slumbering, one blue arm thrown out across the bed. As she should be, he thought…that was one hell of a workout. Thankfully the blankets were covering her modestly enough.

Raven just sighed and shook her head at him. He grinned back at her and turned, crossing the room to slip back into bed with TJ, tossing his shirt off at the last moment. Curling his body around hers he relaxed into the feel of her warm bare skin against his. He smiled as she sleepily groped for and found his hand, fingers intertwining with his.

Life just didn’t get better than this.

Finis!