Post by Gambit on Oct 2, 2006 14:37:30 GMT -5
He went for the Harley - but then that was no real surprise. He always went for the Harley. To his mind, there WAS no other bike that suited his laid-back, languid style better than a bike made by the only company in the world to trademark a sound. He hopped up on the bike and casually hotwired the ignition for the second time since he'd come back.
"I ain't gon' be goin' particularly fast or nothin', petite," he said to Paige, conversationally, "'cos this baby's just too much pleasure to ride for it t'be over in a hurry." An easy wink at her. "When it comes t'somethin' as sexy as this honey, I ain't ever in a rush. But y'best be holdin' on nonetheless."
The idling thrum of the bike's engine was like a song to his ears.
She got on behind him. She'd ridden bikes before, but never a real Harley. Boys in her part of Kentucky couldn't afford that sort of thing.
Paige slipped an arm easily around his waist and pulled herself tight against his back. She'd save holding his hips with her thighs for when they were on the road.
"I'm just fine sweetheart. Takes a lot ta scare a girl like me off."
"I gotcha," he said and gunned the throttle briefly, letting the distinctive throaty roar of the Harley fill the garage. He'd already acquired himself a remote for the garage earlier and he put it to use now, flipping it easily so that the garage door rolled up automatically. He put the bike in gear and they were off.
The bike had always been a dream ride and as he allowed the throttle to open more and gained speed as they left the mansion behind them, Remy let himself enjoy the sheer indulgence of the moment. Beautiful bike, beautiful woman - even the weather was beautiful.
It was an odd kind of automatic pilot that took him down the same roads that he'd travelled so many times with Jono in the past; all the way out to what they jokingly called 'Lookout Point', but had some other name that neither of them had bothered to learn.
He was a good, thoughtful biker, very acutely aware of his pillion passenger at all times, making sure he didn't lean too much into the bends.
Paige closed her eyes as the wind blew into her long hair, the cool afternoon breeze feeling like a massage, and tension left her slowly. Things at the mansion were just too hot for her tastes and she still hadn't heard from Bobby. She wouldn't admit it to a soul; but she was beginning to lose hope they were going to work out.
"It's beautiful," she mentioned over the thrum of the engine when her eyes opened again, tall trees and road winding through it seducing her to smile again.
"Only one thing in this world better than th' open road an' a bike between your legs," he said, and left it at that as he guided the bike expertly up the roads and round a number of successive bends.
He was, he admitted to himself, enjoying himself immensely. It felt like so long since he'd really had the opportunity to flirt like this with a pretty - no, strike that - a stunning girl and it drove away some of the infernal darkness that had been dogging him for so long.
When they arrived at their destination, he kicked down the stand and let the bike idle for a few moments before shutting the engine down.
It was peaceful up here; once the Harley stopped its insistent throb, all they could hear was birdsong.
Paige sat on the bike for a second, slowly letting her hand drop from his waist to slip off the machine. She tugged at the hip of her jeans and walked slowly towards the edge of the drop, looking out over the trees.
"Wow." It was all she was going to say. Running fingers through her unruly hair, she looked back at him. "Guess you've been here before so you're not as in awe of the view huh?" She smiled.
He leaned forward on the bike, his eyes very firmly on her rear end. "I ain't got no problem with th' view, chere. It always leaves me breathless. An' it's particularly lovely today." His eyes lifted from her backside and he winked at her before climbing off the bike himself to join her at the edge.
"Used t'come here a lot when I was livin' at th' mansion," he said, softly, as though letting her into some great secret. "A great place t'do some thinkin', I always found. Or to spend time wit' people y'want t'talk to without someone crashin' in every five minutes."
Paige crossed her arms, blue eyes lingering on him as he drew closer. Then she turned her attention to the expansive view once more.
"Yeah... there's a lot of that at the mansion. I tell ya what. It certainly wasn't what I thought it would be. Figured, typical school, only mutants. My brother Sam always talked about it like it was so great. But then there's Bobby, and that chick getting killed, and that weird attack from the Brotherhood..." She shrugged.
"Where's a girl gonna get a little peace, ya know?"
"Any time y'want a l'il 'piece' petite," he said, deliberately misunderstanding her in a flirtatious manner, "y'have only t'ask."
He was right up behind her now, close enough to put his arms around her if he was going to, but he didn't. She could feel his breath, warm and sweet on her cheek as he leaned forward and pointed out a few sights, telling her where they were geographically.
"If y'look slightly to th' east," he said - and this time he put his hands on her shoulders and gently twisted her that way, "y'can just make out the tip of the mansion, y'see?"
Now Paige was a flirt. And a damn good one. But she was truly outclassed by Remy LeBeau. She felt her knees tingling as he touched her.
Her heart twisted. She missed Bobby. But damn... he'd really done her wrong. And he hadn't said they were exclusive, in fact, had avoided the question.
Paige licked her lips, trying to think as Remy spoke. "Ah, you're right! How about that. You know, sometimes I wish I could fly? I envy mutants with that ability."
"Oui," he conceded. "Bein' able t'fly would certainly be int'restin'. But guess ol' Remy jus' one of those kinda guys whose feet are very firmly on solid ground, y'know what I'm sayin', petite?"
He turned her round, very gently, so that she was now facing him.
"Very solid ground," he murmured. "There ain't no need t'be able t'fly when y'can find someone who jus' for the briefest of moments gives your whole heart wings."
Oh, but he could be eloquent when he wanted.
When, moments, later, he very gently and extremely sensually placed his lips against hers for a kiss, he was even more eloquent. His kiss was gentle and laced with an easy passion, but was not so insistent as to be unwelcome.
She fell for it completely, soothed greatly by his gentle kiss. As the conflict of betraying Bobby surged in her chest, she shoved the thoughts away and grasped Remy's shirt with both hands, deepening and intensifying the kiss a hundredfold.
Paige could keep secrets just like Bobby could.
His eyes opened wider, briefly at her response to his kiss, but he most definitely wasn't displeased. His hand moved round to the back of her head, keeping her close to him as he let himself become absorbed in the moment. His tongue snaked between her lips and he let his other hand run lightly down her spine.
The moment seemed to last forever, but eventually he came up for air, pulling away from her just ever so slightly so he could study her intently.
"You quite somethin', chere," he said.
Paige was breathless, her lips staying open a bit as her eyes opened.
"Sweet Jesus." There wasn't a thought in her head of Bobby after that kiss, and she smiled vaguely, licking her bottom lip. Guess most mutants were like this, hot as hell and prone to kissing within hours of meeting? Or maybe it was just her.
"I could say the same of you, honey."
He laughed, warmly and lightly and pulled her back into him, this time being far more aggressive with the kiss. His initial approach hadn't been rebuffed, so it was time to do what Gambit did best.
Up the ante.
This time, the kiss he gave her could have set things on fire. Passion oozed out of nearly every pore of the Cajun's body, giving one good reason to suspect that his ability to seduce was part of his mutation.
Her knees went, and he held her up. She didn't want to be vertical. Clinging to him, she let go into the kiss and returned it in kind.
Until something inside her started to fight.
Paige's breath caught in her throat, and she battled for a moment with herself, half fighting the kiss, half pressing against him, all to fold back into it, kissing him once more. Then she pulled her lips from his and let out a dry sob, whispering.
"Please- I'm sorry-" she felt like an idiot. "I can't." She pressed a bit harder with her hands against his chest. "Remy, I'm sorry. There's..." What. Someone else?
Yes!
"It's Bobby." She finally got the guts to look Remy in the eye, looking apologetic, confused, and guilty as sin.
In his twenty five years of life, Remy LeBeau had seduced and bedded a number of different women; some easy to read and understand, others harder to get. They'd all ultimately fallen to his undoubted charms and, like a lot of Lothario-types, part of the fun for Remy was in the chase.
However, there were always occasions when he read the signs that pushing too hard too soon was a fatal error, and he was getting those signs from Paige right now. He was more than a little disappointed, sure - but then she was stunning. He'd not really expected her to be single.
"It's OK, chere," he said, softly, changing his stance slightly and putting his arms around her to hug her close instead. "It's OK. I understand. I won't push any further, y'know what I'm sayin'?"
He stroked her hair back out of her face.
"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I didn't mean any offence."
Paige smiled a little, letting out a breath that might have been followed by tears- if she weren't entirely too vain to do so.
Her body relaxed, and she put her arms around his neck. "No...no. Youwere fine. You...can really kiss, and..." She sighed. "Bobby and I aren't exactly exclusive right now, but..."
Paige sighed again, guilt eating into her rapidly. "But I'd really like us to be. If he doesn't end up going to prison."
Now how did THAT sound?
"M'poppa always said that it was best t'take ev'ry day as it comes," he said, stroking her hair gently. "So how 'bout you an' me make a li'l promise t'do jus' that, huh?" He gave her one of his more dazzling smiles.
He let one arm rest lightly around her shoulders. "Now y'tell me what y'want t'do for th' rest of th' day, chere," he said, in a comically business-like tone. "I could take y'down th' mall, maybe, or we could drive on a bit further - there's a nice woodland walk - or we could go back to th' mansion - your call totally."
How easily he slipped into 'friend' mode.
She put her arm around his back and walked a bit closer to the edge, feeling very relieved he wasn’t offended, and tremendously comforted by the familiarity of touch. Suddenly the whole thing became more familial and less sexual.
It was just what Paige needed most.
Sighing, she smiled, if a bit subdued. “I want to ride some more. It feels amazing. I can see why you love it so much.”
Paige looked at Gambit, and nodded a little, speaking softly. “Thank you for understanding.”
"Understandin' is what I do best, chere," he said, hugging her briefly. "An' it's good t'hear that y'fancy a bit more of a ride. You try closin' your eyes when we're travellin' an' maybe y'can pretend t'be one of those flyin' mutants, huh?"
He squeezed her hand.
"Last one t'th' bike's a loser," he said, setting off at a sprint.
"I ain't gon' be goin' particularly fast or nothin', petite," he said to Paige, conversationally, "'cos this baby's just too much pleasure to ride for it t'be over in a hurry." An easy wink at her. "When it comes t'somethin' as sexy as this honey, I ain't ever in a rush. But y'best be holdin' on nonetheless."
The idling thrum of the bike's engine was like a song to his ears.
She got on behind him. She'd ridden bikes before, but never a real Harley. Boys in her part of Kentucky couldn't afford that sort of thing.
Paige slipped an arm easily around his waist and pulled herself tight against his back. She'd save holding his hips with her thighs for when they were on the road.
"I'm just fine sweetheart. Takes a lot ta scare a girl like me off."
"I gotcha," he said and gunned the throttle briefly, letting the distinctive throaty roar of the Harley fill the garage. He'd already acquired himself a remote for the garage earlier and he put it to use now, flipping it easily so that the garage door rolled up automatically. He put the bike in gear and they were off.
The bike had always been a dream ride and as he allowed the throttle to open more and gained speed as they left the mansion behind them, Remy let himself enjoy the sheer indulgence of the moment. Beautiful bike, beautiful woman - even the weather was beautiful.
It was an odd kind of automatic pilot that took him down the same roads that he'd travelled so many times with Jono in the past; all the way out to what they jokingly called 'Lookout Point', but had some other name that neither of them had bothered to learn.
He was a good, thoughtful biker, very acutely aware of his pillion passenger at all times, making sure he didn't lean too much into the bends.
Paige closed her eyes as the wind blew into her long hair, the cool afternoon breeze feeling like a massage, and tension left her slowly. Things at the mansion were just too hot for her tastes and she still hadn't heard from Bobby. She wouldn't admit it to a soul; but she was beginning to lose hope they were going to work out.
"It's beautiful," she mentioned over the thrum of the engine when her eyes opened again, tall trees and road winding through it seducing her to smile again.
"Only one thing in this world better than th' open road an' a bike between your legs," he said, and left it at that as he guided the bike expertly up the roads and round a number of successive bends.
He was, he admitted to himself, enjoying himself immensely. It felt like so long since he'd really had the opportunity to flirt like this with a pretty - no, strike that - a stunning girl and it drove away some of the infernal darkness that had been dogging him for so long.
When they arrived at their destination, he kicked down the stand and let the bike idle for a few moments before shutting the engine down.
It was peaceful up here; once the Harley stopped its insistent throb, all they could hear was birdsong.
Paige sat on the bike for a second, slowly letting her hand drop from his waist to slip off the machine. She tugged at the hip of her jeans and walked slowly towards the edge of the drop, looking out over the trees.
"Wow." It was all she was going to say. Running fingers through her unruly hair, she looked back at him. "Guess you've been here before so you're not as in awe of the view huh?" She smiled.
He leaned forward on the bike, his eyes very firmly on her rear end. "I ain't got no problem with th' view, chere. It always leaves me breathless. An' it's particularly lovely today." His eyes lifted from her backside and he winked at her before climbing off the bike himself to join her at the edge.
"Used t'come here a lot when I was livin' at th' mansion," he said, softly, as though letting her into some great secret. "A great place t'do some thinkin', I always found. Or to spend time wit' people y'want t'talk to without someone crashin' in every five minutes."
Paige crossed her arms, blue eyes lingering on him as he drew closer. Then she turned her attention to the expansive view once more.
"Yeah... there's a lot of that at the mansion. I tell ya what. It certainly wasn't what I thought it would be. Figured, typical school, only mutants. My brother Sam always talked about it like it was so great. But then there's Bobby, and that chick getting killed, and that weird attack from the Brotherhood..." She shrugged.
"Where's a girl gonna get a little peace, ya know?"
"Any time y'want a l'il 'piece' petite," he said, deliberately misunderstanding her in a flirtatious manner, "y'have only t'ask."
He was right up behind her now, close enough to put his arms around her if he was going to, but he didn't. She could feel his breath, warm and sweet on her cheek as he leaned forward and pointed out a few sights, telling her where they were geographically.
"If y'look slightly to th' east," he said - and this time he put his hands on her shoulders and gently twisted her that way, "y'can just make out the tip of the mansion, y'see?"
Now Paige was a flirt. And a damn good one. But she was truly outclassed by Remy LeBeau. She felt her knees tingling as he touched her.
Her heart twisted. She missed Bobby. But damn... he'd really done her wrong. And he hadn't said they were exclusive, in fact, had avoided the question.
Paige licked her lips, trying to think as Remy spoke. "Ah, you're right! How about that. You know, sometimes I wish I could fly? I envy mutants with that ability."
"Oui," he conceded. "Bein' able t'fly would certainly be int'restin'. But guess ol' Remy jus' one of those kinda guys whose feet are very firmly on solid ground, y'know what I'm sayin', petite?"
He turned her round, very gently, so that she was now facing him.
"Very solid ground," he murmured. "There ain't no need t'be able t'fly when y'can find someone who jus' for the briefest of moments gives your whole heart wings."
Oh, but he could be eloquent when he wanted.
When, moments, later, he very gently and extremely sensually placed his lips against hers for a kiss, he was even more eloquent. His kiss was gentle and laced with an easy passion, but was not so insistent as to be unwelcome.
She fell for it completely, soothed greatly by his gentle kiss. As the conflict of betraying Bobby surged in her chest, she shoved the thoughts away and grasped Remy's shirt with both hands, deepening and intensifying the kiss a hundredfold.
Paige could keep secrets just like Bobby could.
His eyes opened wider, briefly at her response to his kiss, but he most definitely wasn't displeased. His hand moved round to the back of her head, keeping her close to him as he let himself become absorbed in the moment. His tongue snaked between her lips and he let his other hand run lightly down her spine.
The moment seemed to last forever, but eventually he came up for air, pulling away from her just ever so slightly so he could study her intently.
"You quite somethin', chere," he said.
Paige was breathless, her lips staying open a bit as her eyes opened.
"Sweet Jesus." There wasn't a thought in her head of Bobby after that kiss, and she smiled vaguely, licking her bottom lip. Guess most mutants were like this, hot as hell and prone to kissing within hours of meeting? Or maybe it was just her.
"I could say the same of you, honey."
He laughed, warmly and lightly and pulled her back into him, this time being far more aggressive with the kiss. His initial approach hadn't been rebuffed, so it was time to do what Gambit did best.
Up the ante.
This time, the kiss he gave her could have set things on fire. Passion oozed out of nearly every pore of the Cajun's body, giving one good reason to suspect that his ability to seduce was part of his mutation.
Her knees went, and he held her up. She didn't want to be vertical. Clinging to him, she let go into the kiss and returned it in kind.
Until something inside her started to fight.
Paige's breath caught in her throat, and she battled for a moment with herself, half fighting the kiss, half pressing against him, all to fold back into it, kissing him once more. Then she pulled her lips from his and let out a dry sob, whispering.
"Please- I'm sorry-" she felt like an idiot. "I can't." She pressed a bit harder with her hands against his chest. "Remy, I'm sorry. There's..." What. Someone else?
Yes!
"It's Bobby." She finally got the guts to look Remy in the eye, looking apologetic, confused, and guilty as sin.
In his twenty five years of life, Remy LeBeau had seduced and bedded a number of different women; some easy to read and understand, others harder to get. They'd all ultimately fallen to his undoubted charms and, like a lot of Lothario-types, part of the fun for Remy was in the chase.
However, there were always occasions when he read the signs that pushing too hard too soon was a fatal error, and he was getting those signs from Paige right now. He was more than a little disappointed, sure - but then she was stunning. He'd not really expected her to be single.
"It's OK, chere," he said, softly, changing his stance slightly and putting his arms around her to hug her close instead. "It's OK. I understand. I won't push any further, y'know what I'm sayin'?"
He stroked her hair back out of her face.
"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I didn't mean any offence."
Paige smiled a little, letting out a breath that might have been followed by tears- if she weren't entirely too vain to do so.
Her body relaxed, and she put her arms around his neck. "No...no. Youwere fine. You...can really kiss, and..." She sighed. "Bobby and I aren't exactly exclusive right now, but..."
Paige sighed again, guilt eating into her rapidly. "But I'd really like us to be. If he doesn't end up going to prison."
Now how did THAT sound?
"M'poppa always said that it was best t'take ev'ry day as it comes," he said, stroking her hair gently. "So how 'bout you an' me make a li'l promise t'do jus' that, huh?" He gave her one of his more dazzling smiles.
He let one arm rest lightly around her shoulders. "Now y'tell me what y'want t'do for th' rest of th' day, chere," he said, in a comically business-like tone. "I could take y'down th' mall, maybe, or we could drive on a bit further - there's a nice woodland walk - or we could go back to th' mansion - your call totally."
How easily he slipped into 'friend' mode.
She put her arm around his back and walked a bit closer to the edge, feeling very relieved he wasn’t offended, and tremendously comforted by the familiarity of touch. Suddenly the whole thing became more familial and less sexual.
It was just what Paige needed most.
Sighing, she smiled, if a bit subdued. “I want to ride some more. It feels amazing. I can see why you love it so much.”
Paige looked at Gambit, and nodded a little, speaking softly. “Thank you for understanding.”
"Understandin' is what I do best, chere," he said, hugging her briefly. "An' it's good t'hear that y'fancy a bit more of a ride. You try closin' your eyes when we're travellin' an' maybe y'can pretend t'be one of those flyin' mutants, huh?"
He squeezed her hand.
"Last one t'th' bike's a loser," he said, setting off at a sprint.
