Title: Picture Perfect
Author: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) & Logansbitch (loganlover@ukonline.co.uk)
Website: none
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Wolverine
Series/Sequel: Unfinished, parts 1-2
Summary: Romantic evening goes awry; Remy playing hard to get !?! Logan plots revenge. See the X-Men as you've never seen them before.
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters, even though we may fantasize about them often. Please don't sue us, because all you'll get is some senile old felines. Did we mention the fleas?
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Warning: Although not much sex is performed in this story it does have some hobbies of a pretty strange sexual nature.
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Picture Perfect 1
By Spirit Melody & Logansbitch
"Mon Dieu! Bobby! Why on Eart' would Hank want a Britney Spears T-shirt?"
Bobby raised his eyes from the afore-mentioned T-shirt and looked over at his shopping companion. Remy looked about as tense as he ever got, with hair falling over his sunglasses that he couldn't be bothered to put back behind his ears, and elegant fingers slowly rubbing his temples. 'And I'm sure that's the fourth cigarette this last half hour. Never knew I could be so stressful.' Bobby grinned. 'Cool!'
"I dunno. Maybe he's interested in her lithe, supple body, her blond curls, amazing voice, tight little stomach and big.. Ow! What was that for?" Bobby gingerly cradled his punched arm to his body.
"Too much detail." Came the reply.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. Hey, I saw another decent looking clothes store over there, let's go see if there's something in there."
Remy silently prayed for sudden Armageddon as he was pulled across the floor of the Westchester mall by Iceman.
"Bobby, imagine what size Hank is. Dey prob'ly don' even go up t' dat level."
"Well we'll just have to check. Only about 30 racks."
Remy groaned and hoped his head would stay intact until they got back to the Mansion.
If they ever got back to the Mansion.
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Remy keyed in the entry code and walked through the front door of the Mansion. He shut it behind him and leant on it, closing his eyes and starting to let some of the tension leave his body.
"Remy!"
'Mebbe if I keep m' eyes closed she'll t'ink I'm asleep.'
"Remy, when did you get back?" No such luck.
"Jus' now Jeannie."
"So you're going to go up to your room and relax yeah?" She asked, and one of Remy's eyebrows arched in silent suspicion.
"Actually I was plannin' on crashing in de rec room and watching TV."
She looked startled for a second. "No! Don't!"
"Non?"
"The, er, television's bust."
"It was working fine dis mornin' when Scott was watching CNN."
"Yeah well, you know what he gets like when he watches the news, all that hate. He *accidentally* let one of his blasts go. Go up to your room, hmm?" Her tone became plaintive and slightly more high-pitched. Remy winced.
"Jean, if I could jus' get a snack first..."
"Maybe there's a nice surprise waiting for you up in your bedroom." With that she calmly turned her back and walked away, but Remy was sure she was smiling.
Sighing he reluctantly began ascending the stairs, one by one.
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"Dis is nice, Cher." Remy glanced around the candlelit room, liking the way the shadows danced across the walls, as the slight breeze coming in through the window caught the flames. He let his gaze wander over the mini feast spread across the bed before him, fruits and cheese, breads, crayfish… Remy smiled. 'An’ it's even cooked de way I like it.' Champagne bubbled gently in its glasses, fresh strawberries sending a subtle hint of flavouring through it. 'He’s really gone all out, not dat I’m complainin’. Why champagne though? He know it makes m' all tipsy.' He finally shifted his gaze to Logan, his smile broadening as he took in the man opposite him. Mr ‘I don’t do fancy’ was all dressed up, or as dressed as he was ever likely to get. His blue/grey shirt matched his eyes and fit snug over his shoulders, it was tucked neatly into his black chinos, he was wearing a faint aftershave, it smelled slightly musky and reminded Remy of the mountains and cedar, very apt for Logan. 'Guess dis s’plains why Bobby suddenly became my best friend today an' couldn' possibly trust anyone else t' help him get a birthday present for Hank.'
'Kinda figured somet'in’ was going on when I ran into Hank, asked when his birthday was and was informed dat apparently Bobby was shopping six months in advance. Which would explain de fact dat after a full day trailin' round shops, Bobby had declared he’d get somet'ing off E-Bay instead.' Suffice to say that when Remy had finally got home he hadn't been too happy, and running into Jean the minute he stepped through the door had not helped. He hated surprises, so having her stand there, looking all knowing, telling him there was a surprise in his bedroom, had actually made him want to avoid the area, rather than go up and see what it was. It took a fair bit of whining on Jean's part, before he finally agreed to go up, mainly to get away from said whining as it was adding to the already growing headache. He had walked into the room to find candles everywhere and Logan standing by the bathroom door.
"Hey darlin’, figured ya could probably use a relaxing bath right now." He walked forward and took Remy’s hand, tugging gently to get him moving.
"What's goin’ on, Cher?"
"Just figured ya could do with a little spoiling, ‘specially after spending the day with Drake." Logan laughed and began removing Remy’s clothes. Remy stood still letting him strip him, only occasionally kissing various parts of Logan that came near his face; enjoying the feel of Logan’s hands against his skin, and the heat radiating from the Canadian's body. Logan removed the last of Remy’s clothes, folding them over the towel rail, he leaned down and placing a hand behind the Cajun’s knees lifted him off his feet, and walked the few feet to the bath, gently placing him into the warm faintly scented water. He sat on the toilet seat, behind Remy and gently began to massage the big ball of stress situated between the Cajun’s shoulder blades. Remy floated quite happily in the warm water, having all his aches and pains kneaded away under Logan’s skilled hands. The bath had been over much too soon for Remy’s liking, but stepping out of the bath to be enfolded in a soft heated bathrobe had been like heaven. He had felt strong arms encircle his waist, adding heat to the already warm cocoon that hugged Remy's body. Logan had then gently dried his hair, before pulling him back into the bedroom and the awaiting feast.
He looked back at the feast and noticed for the first time the envelope propped against his glass, his name was emblazoned on the front in beautiful copperplate writing. He picked it up and ripped it open, inside was a card with a picture of a bear cutting down a tree full of hearts, he opened it up and glanced at the verse inside. The words just seemed to swim together and his brain started to hurt just looking at it. "Cher, dis is lovely, but it’s in English, I can’t read it."
Logan grinned and pulled another card from underneath Remy’s pillow and handed it to him. "Good thing I wrote in French too, my poetic prose skill ain’t what it should be."
Remy grinned back and, putting aside the other card, took the new one and opened it, scanning the script within.
Remy,
Quand j'ai ouvert mes yeux tous que j'ai vus étais douleur,
Sa majeure partie ont causé par moi,
J'ont vu des personnes mourir,
Les gens je connais,
Les gens j'ai aimés,
Victimes de la bête à l'intérieur.
Mais alors vous êtes venus le long,
Avec votre sourire facile et encore un rire plus facile,
Vous me faites le sourire,
Me faites le rire,
M'incitez à croire là pourriez être plus à moi,
Que juste la bête à l'intérieur.
Merci.
Mon amour pour toujours et toujours.
Logan.
He smiled and turned, leaning forward, kissing Logan lightly on the lips. "Merci Cher, dat means a lot to me."
"Ain’t nuttin’ special. I don’t think I’ll be quittin' ta become a poet any time soon." He handed Remy his champagne and held out his glass to toast. "Ta tonight."
"Oui, t' tonight. Dis is really lovely mon amour. All dis because you t’ink I need spoilin’?"
"Well I thought that since ya and me been goin’ out for a while and we’ve fooled around quite a lot, that maybe tonight we could take it one step further? Y’know, a little more physical so to speak?" Logan put down his glass and shifted a little closer to the Cajun. "Time to be de-flowered darlin’" Remy shifted a little further away.
"I don’t t’ink we’re quite ready for dat yet, Cher. Mebbe a little longer, eh?"
"You gonna tell me that ya ain’t been wanting it since we first got together!?! I know I have." He shifted even closer. Remy shifted back till his back hit the head board.
"Oui, I ‘ave been wantin’ you too. But I wan’ to wait a little longer Logan, learn more about each other, before I give up my..."
"What? Yer cherry? Come on Rems, what's ta learn? We know everything we need ta about each other, just from being with each other." He leaned forward reaching out for Remy, at the same time Remy leaned forward slightly to stand up. Logan’s forehead struck Remy full in the mouth, who instinctively threw up his hand to cover it, and stumbled back, dropping his champagne all over Logan, who had half risen to catch Remy. Logan tried to regain his balance to hold them both up, but failed. Remy landed flat on his back, with the strawberry from his champagne squished under his butt, and Logan landed squarely between his outspread thighs, champagne dripping from the end of his nose and knocking the air out of Remy.
Remy blinked in shock and gasped, trying to pull in enough air to speak. "Get off of me, now."
"Are ya okay darlin? I know I said I wanted ta get ya on yer back, but this ain’t what I intended." Logan laughed lightly down into Remy’s scowling face, shifting his weight down so that Remy could breathe properly.
"Get off o' me now." Along with the agonies of dealing with Bobby’s inane chatter all day, being set upon in the foyer by Jean, and now this romantic evening being ruined with talks of sex, Remy had really, really had enough. The squashed strawberry really had been the straw that broke the camel’s back.
"Oh come on Darlin’"
"What part of *no* can y' not get t'rough your thick skull?"
"Woah Rems, it was an accident."
"Yeah right, you just wanted t' get your end in. Move your squat, hairy, butt ugly self off of me!"
"Squat?"
"Logan. Move."
"Hairy?"
"Move!!!"
"Butt Ugly?"
"Oui! And y' know why you and Creed are always fightin’, cos you is jealous of de size of his dick. Now FUCKING MOVE!!!"
Logan pulled himself off Remy and stalked to the door, yanking it open. "Fine I’m moved, enjoy yer dinner." He stormed out, slamming the door so hard the hinges shook.
Remy pulled himself to his feet, wiping the strawberry from his arse. He glanced at the food on the bed, the mess on the floor and at the door, considering going after Wolverine. 'Non Remy, bad idea. Give ‘im some space to cool down and calm yourself down an’ then talk t' him.'
Remy drew a hand through his hair and walked over to the bed, lifting the tray of food down to the floor. He blew out the remaining candles and climbed into bed, laying his head down on the soft pillow but not closing his eyes. So much for snuggling the day's troubles away.
English translation (I know it's crappy, but there's already one recognised poet in my family, it's a bit much to expect two. Claire ? ):
Remy,
When I opened my eyes all I saw was pain,
Most of it caused by me,
I've seen people die,
People I know,
People I loved,
Victims of the beast inside.
Then you came along,
With your easy smile and even easier laugh,
You make me smile,
Make me laugh,
Make me believe there could be more to me,
Than just the beast inside.
Thank you.
My love forever and always.
Logan.