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ø — for a LATE NIGHT text.
He glances at his watch and does some quick calculations, accepting the coffee milk from the Parisian waitress with barely a second glance.
[SMS: 💪💋] Fancy seeing you up Mme LeBeau ain't it past your bedtime? [SMS: 💪💋] Waiting up for a certain somebody perhaps?
"I swear I’ve never done that before."
He hides his filthy smirk in the still-quivering flesh of her belly, more smug than the cat that got the damn canary. Or, well, cream seems better in this case. Gingerly, he removes his fingers and wipes them on the driest part of their soaked bed. She's still riding out the aftershocks and it's the single most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. His wife, unabashed in her pleasure and still reeling from it--god damn, ain't nothing better than this.
Even the burn of his own arousal takes a backseat to seeing her finally tumble over the cliff of ecstasy, body bowing in rictus as she fell apart, blush traveling down to the tops of her freckled breasts as she realized just what her body could do with enough stimulation. Not that Remy allowed her to feel shame about that--non, not at all. She felt good, and he made her feel that good; shame does not exist in their bed. Especially not now.
Those sheets need to get to the washer. The mattress might be a lost cause. He huffs out a sigh, sweaty-sweet in the late night, and she pushes at his head with a groan, overstimulated and sticky in the syrupy heat of a Louisianian summer. He goes up on his elbows willingly, staring down at his beautiful wife bathed in the full moon's glow. God damn. Whatever hell he went through was worth it for these quiet moments between them two. That he swears.
She looks up at him, the green of her eyes blown out to a mere ring, curls slicked to the glistening column of her neck, a brave bead of sweat traveling down low, low, low 'til it disappears into her cleavage, and laughs, almost incredulously, at what the hell had transpired between them this time. Punch-drunk. Sensitive. Happy. Carefree in a way that he knows will not last the night; a fragile way that he cherishes with his long, long memory.
He leans in to brush a kiss against a peach-warmed cheek.
❛ Tu es magnifique, sha. ❜
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
Hunger hollows out his stomach in a way that feels all too familiar. He curls into himself, as if compressing his body into a ball will stave off the hunger just a bit more. As if by making his body smaller, he can make his hunger smaller through sheer force of will.
He's lying to himself. He's good at that sort of thing. Doesn't do much in the long run though.
The hunger turns sharp faster than it's ever had before. His jaw aches as saliva collects thick in the back of his throat. He almost chokes on it, bile rising from his aching gullet. A moan accidently leaves his cracked lips and the dip in the bed shifts.
As dangerous as it is, he wants her to stay.
The last time he felt like this, he was alone. He was alone, and young, and scared--and, hell, he might not be a spring chicken no more, but he is scared. Scared about what this is doing to him, what it's doing to them, and how he's going to get out of this this time. He doesn't want to be alone. Not this time.
He squeezes his eyes shut so hard they begin to ache. But what's one more ache on top of agony? Arm still holding his belly as if the pressure is enough to stave off his hunger, he struggles to turn over on his side to reach for her. Their fingers tangling together does nothing but deepen the hunger, but he's too greedy for her affection after chasing it for so long.
❛ Stay. Souplé. ❜
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
❛ Dis one, sha? Dis ol' t'ing? ❜ He contorts his torso a bit to get a better look at the puckered skin at his left hipbone. Barely there, silvered with age, it doesn't look out of place. A slow, syrupy smile unfolds on his face, devilish eyes mere slits by the force of it pushing against his cheeks.
❛ Ain't nuthin' but bad timin' on Gambit's part. Story ain't too interestin' after dat. Not really. Jes' evidence of some misspent yout', dat's all. ❜
The memory hits like a bat to the back of the skull. One of his last treasured memories with his cousin before his too-young death. A couple of dumb kids--trained thieves, sure, but dumb kids first--being dumb. Fearless, in the way only kids can be. One of those slow summer days when the swampy heat made the day endless being jackasses out in the bayou, daring each other to do dumb-ass things for shits 'n giggles. That was their entertainment back in the day...between training for their respective places in the Guild.
Étienne had dared him to wrassle a gator, Steve Irwin style. Not one to back down, Remy rolled up his ratty jeans and jumped into the muck. Ain't no way he was going to try and grab one of the big, ol' boys--he was dumb, not suicidal--but he wasn't looking for the babies either. A juvenile waded past, and Remy struck, lifting the poor thing above his head like a wrestling belt. The juvenile startled, twisting so hard that Remy lost control and its fang dug into his side before it swam away, probably off to tell its friend about the dumb fuck it encountered.
Stupid fucking stuff, but hey, the memories are sure fun to look back on.
⁽ ❀ ⁾ ⎯ @rohgue, from scott.
“ you know, i usually try not to mind the overtly flirtatious escapades, ” both for his own sakes and theirs, and. ... well, everyone else around them, too. “ but we have a job to do, rogue. and there's kids around? ” the latter came spluttering out as a last minute thought.
✿ !!
send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see. @rohgue
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
📏 + 5'8! :)
your muse's height vs. kira's! @rohgue
& — for a LOVING text.
[SMS: 💪💋] Ma colombe ain't enough words in all the languages I speak to even begin to summarize the depths of love I have for you [SMS: 💪💋] Being away from you aint ideal I know but it's gon be so worth it when we can see each other again [SMS: 💪💋] Rooting for you always babe
