#m: wolverine

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@bewitchedmuses [ logan ] doubled down 🂡 — ! "You're coming with me." He picks Remy up and carries him away tossed over his shoulder.

"Wooh! Pitié! S'only one I swiped!" Remy whines, squirming to find some way to stabilize himself. Okay, maybe he had taken two, or three...but who was still counting?

Logan's oversized shirts were cozy and the rest of his clothes were in the wash anyway, he wouldn't miss an old t-shirt, would he?

"Where we goin'..?"

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Remy could see why Logan liked the outdoors so much. No loud hustle and bustle of the city, fresh air, clear water...it was all so calming.

Even with the fire going, he was still trying to grow accustomed to the change in climate. With the sun setting, it dipped the temperature with it. He'd occasionally shiver, though the alcohol and Logan's embrace warmed him up nicely.

Naturally he got touchy, buzzing from the wine and commenting on how romantic it was for just the two of them. More than contented to return Logan's eager kisses, Remy laid back on the blanket and was hardly bothered by the rough surface beneath it. All part of the experience, he thought, admittedly enamoured by it.

He carded his fingers through Logan's thick hair while he undressed him, kissing and nipping at his body; he notes the moon in the sky and jokes that maybe he would change into an actual devil under it.

His laugh is low but relaxed, moaning in delight thanks to his lover's attentive mouth, "Curse's easy t'break, mon loup," he adds to his little story, "make love unde'a de stars. Sounds nice, oui?"

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@ma1nmenu continued from ♠️

Remy smirks down at him from his rare vantage point, "T'inkin' I got anyt'in but ulterior motives, c'est bête ça."

He was a thief, approaching anything while thinking what else he could get out of it was his typical thought pattern. He enjoyed getting under his skin too much—some went as far as to say that that was how the two bonded.

"Always barrellin' an' swingin' wit' brawn," Remy shifts his weight, feeling Logan already tenting beneath him, "an' not ye brains?"

With strength alone, Logan could have easily overpowered him. He had come across that dynamic many times in his young life, he'd learned that skill and speed was a mighty fine way to level the playing field. Taking advantage of one's environment and a set of explosive playing cards helped a little, too.

Logan had already cuffed him once, he might as well push his luck, nothing like the thrill of a challenge.

His kiss is bruising and hungry; Remy braces his hand against the ground adjacent to Logan's head while he takes hold of his lean hips to steady him. Deft fingers comb and claw through his dark hair, moaning into his mouth when he rocks up against him.

Logan pulls away to knock him down a peg, and the thief traces his tongue over his own kiss-reddened lip, grinning at him, "Non?"

Remy drags his hands down Logan's shoulders and lets them linger on his chest, "Naw, a real win woulda been me leavin' ya here all hot n' bothe'ed. Still tempted."

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@bewitchedmuses [ logan ] dealt his hand ♠️

'S'alright, was jus' a dream..." Remy kisses Logan's forehead, wiping the blood from his knuckles once the claws were back under his skin.

Waking up from his partner's restlessness and quickly rolling off the bed to avoid being skewered was becoming a routine he would prefer to ditch. He didn't know what was triggering Logan's more intense nightmares lately, maybe the stress was getting to him? Or was it something else?

Remy holds Logan's face in his hands, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, "Sho' you don' wanna talk t'someone, beb..?"

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@bewitchedmuses [ logan ] doubled down 🂡 — ! "Is holding me not enough? Are you trying to get under my skin?"

"Non," Remy grins mischievously, all in his personal space like he always is. He sits between his legs, presses his back into Logan's chest and wedges his head underneath his chin.

"Neva is, I gotta kiss ya too, an' I'm sure I get unda ye skin plenty. Mais I like ya in me jus' fine." He laughs quietly at the last bit, tilting his head back to kiss his jaw.

"Hey Wolvie..." He trails off, gently scratching at the older mutant's beard, "Wanna do somet'in you like? Mebbe we could camp, spend a couple nights up in de mountains like? Since you like de outdoors."

Remy was firmly a city boy, but he was willing to try something out of his element if it made his partner happy.

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@ma1nmenu [ logan ] doubled down 🂡 — ! "You're not slick, Remy. I know you're cheating."

"Naw, dat sounds like you foldin', mon ami." Remy was of course a natural at poker, but it was true, he cheated more often than not. How else was he to get easy money out of suckers??

He adds more chips to the pot, betting higher, "Un homme wit' a bad hand got plenty t'say."

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@bewitchedmuses [ logan ] doubled down 🂡 — !

Wolvie would claw out his own heart to give to Remy if it would make him happy. He can regenerate a new one.

"OH—Dats equal parts terrifyin' an' romantic, Wolvie."

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@bewitchedmuses [ logan ] continued ♠️

“Y’can be strong, an’ y’can rest, beb…”

Logan’s hands come to his cheeks, and Remy settles into his touch, reaching up to place his own over them.

“You always fightin’. Years you been fightin’…rarely let y’self be vulnerable. Y’can be vulnerable wit’ me, promised you dat, non?” That balance was important, especially with his mental wellbeing. Living a life of pure survival for so long, Remy wanted him to remember that it was okay to not always be hypervigilant.

“You take care a’ me, an’ me you, d’accord?”