Remy Lebeau (lediableblanc) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-02 00:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
WHO: Remy LeBeau & Candy Quackenbush
WHAT: Healing up & talking after the rescue missions
WHERE: Graymalkin
WHEN: 6/30
WARNINGS: PG, talk of sex.
Remy had had his powers restored, and a few bumps and bruises patched up. He was in one of Graymalkin’s apartments now, waiting on Candy to come back from the healers. He felt a little conflicted about what had happened - he was damn glad they’d been able to get the hostages safe, and Candy had been the major reason they were safe. And yet, she had just appeared, and it could have gone a lot uglier.
Most of him would congratulate her, though; credit where credit was due. He stripped down to his shorts, stretching out on the bed and lying back with a pleased grunt where his back popped against the soft mattress.
Candy hadn’t really had much in the way of injuries, just a bruise on her ribs that was a bit black and blue. She wandered to where she’d been told Remy would be, knocking before entering. “Bright Eyes?”
“Hey. Come in.” Remy had left the door unlocked - it was pretty safe, up here, after all - and he smiled at her when he came in. “You doin’ okay? They got me all back to normal.”
“I’m fine, yeah.” Candy smiled brightly at Remy, shutting the door behind her and locking it, just in case. “How’re you?” She’d been worried.
“All good as new.” Remy charged up a newspaper lying on the end table, watching it shrivel and evaporate in the heat. “C’mere, girl.” He sat up, but in truth, he kind of wanted to cuddle. Even Gambit liked cuddles from time to time.
Candy smiled, glad he had his powers back, and moved to lay down next to him. “I was worried about you.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her head rest on his chest.
“I could’a said the same, you know.” He looked down at her, even as he pulled her close. “Ol’ Remy got one hell of a shock when you came chargin’ in there.”
She closed her eyes. She’d known the lecture was coming, which wasn’t entirely fair. She’d held her own.
He felt her body tighten up and shook his head. “Credit where credit’s due, girl; you saved our ass.” Remy smiled, kissing her forehead. “Even grumpy-ass Logan would admit that. You did real good. But it still wasn’t optimum, having you all just appear. You know what I mean?” He’d learned it himself; missions were about planning. Even extra help could throw off a plan.
“I know. I only went because Velma wanted to go.” Candy buried her head in his chest. “And I know Logan’s probably all pissed at me, but I figured she’d want to see how it worked and I doubt she’ll want to go again.”
“He can’t be too pissy. You did literally save us.” Remy stroked her hair. “Just, I hadda say something. You know better - hell, next time, maybe we take you along from the beginning. If there might be a chance somebody gonna try and pull that power sapping shit.” Her power didn’t come from the same place as the mutants’ did. It was handy. For now, though, he just wanted to lay here with her. “Proud of you, really. I’s just as new to this as you, really, and you did as good or better’n me.”
“I’m not jealous of your not-so-secret club or anything. It’s just that Velma was so worried about being useless, I wanted to show her that she honestly is lucky that she isn’t all magical and crap.” Candy looked up at him. “Honestly, I’m scared of what I’d do if you got hurt. In my dreams, I can unmake things.”
“She was, really?” Remy grimaced. “You had the right idea, in that case. Bein’ “special” ain’t all it’s cracked up to be sometimes, but I think you gotta be “special” to figure that out.” He smiled a little. “Maybe you should stay up here on one mission and actually see what the healers do. It might do you good. Cause Candy, I can’t promise I ain’t never gonna get hurt. But Doctor Faiza and all the others do their damnedest to make sure I ain’t get killed.”
“Of course she was. Logan’s all ‘grr, argh, the women I love get hurt, glower glower’ and she doesn’t want to be a liability.” She leaned back a little, running her fingers through his hair. “I know you’ll get hurt. I do. It’s a good thing that the words of power don’t work for me yet.”
“I hope they don’t ever, I’m sorry.” Remy had to be serious. Never mind the destruction she could cause, he worried about her feeling like she was dangerous, like some kind of loose cannon. That wasn’t Candy.
He kissed her gently. “Like I said, might think twice about you comin’ with us regularly, but you did damn good today. I for one am grateful.” He smiled a little, brushing her hair away from her face.
“It’s just because I’m magic is all.” She ducked her head, leaning it into Remy’s touch. She wasn’t too worried about the words of power; she could always take them back if she said them by accident.
“Don’t matter why. You did good.” Remy got her close, and then leaned backward, pulling her on top of him. “Gonna steal this mattress for home.”
“Do you think they’ll let you?” Candy laughed a little, snuggling down on top of him.
“I’m Gambit. Think they gonna notice?” Remy was just teasing, and his smile betrayed it. He kissed her forehead again. “I love you, y’know.”
“I love you too, silly superhero boy. They never give me a super name,” she couldn’t help teasing. She sat up, looking down at him. “Well. They do call me The Lady, but I think that’s because for a while I was sharing a body with a princess.”
“Lady Candy of Quackenbush.” Remy shook his head. “Ain’t bad.” He chuckled. “I can give you super names, but they ain’t fit for polite company.”
“Just the Lady Candy, thank you.” She chuckled, ducking her head. “I keep wondering if anyone from my dreams will show up. I don’t know if you’d like the Mischief brothers.” She wondered how he’d react to John Serpent. But his comment made her laugh, and she leaned down to nip at his chest in retort.
Remy made a happy noise and kissed her properly, wrapping an arm around her. “Damn, I’m marryin’ up, huh.” Lady Candy.
Candy laughed a little bit. “It’s just that Abaratians think I’m going to save them or something. I guess walking on water doesn’t hurt, huh.” She went even more pink.
“You serious?” Remy laughed. “You tellin’ me I’m dating the Jesus of that world? Fuck, if w - ” He almost said if we get married in New Orleans, but he’d sort of been saving that as a surprise. “The nuns I grew up with would be so proud.”
She laughed a little at that, ducking her head. “Well, I’m a girl from the Hereafter who had the balls to stand up to Mater Motley. I guess that kinda makes me Jesus...ish?” Wow, that was heretical. So she tickled him instead of feeling guilty.
Remy let out a high-pitched noise that he’d deny if anyone heard. He flailed, trying to return fire. “Ah, dammit, no!”
If anyone accused Remy of his girlish squeaks, Candy would cover for him. But that didn’t mean she stopped tickling.
“No, no, I gonna pee!” Remy was laughing his fool head off, trying to buck her off him at this point.
She couldn’t help but laugh, rolling off of him and giggling. “I’m sorry, but your face!”
“What about my face?” Remy was laughing, eyes closed. “First you tickle me, then you insult my face? God damn, you a hard woman.”
“It was a cute face.” She leaned down to kiss him, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m glad you’re back to you, you know.” He’d been so happy that his powers had gone away for a week, but she’d missed his eyes.
“I’ve always been me.” He smiled, but his heart wasn’t entirely in it. He hated the eyes. He missed seeing Candy in all her glory. And yet, he liked the powers. So he had to deal.
“You know what I mean. I think you’re wonderful, and I love you. No matter what.” She ran her fingers over his cheek, looking down at him and smiling gently. “And someday, I hope we have a whole passel of kids with your eyes. I guess mine would be okay too.”
“I wouldn’t wish this on no kids.” Remy was serious. But he did smile. “I’d still like some, but I dun’ know. Kid with these powers would have a rough time.”
“And who better to raise them than us?” Candy was serious as well. “What better place to raise them than here?”
“You mean the OC?” Remy raised an eyebrow. “Not sure I’m thinkin’ it’s the best place for a defenseless bébé when zombies are roaming around.” He wasn’t trying to be an ass, just disagreeing. “I don’ know, Candy girl. We got time to think on it, at least. But I do want ‘em with you.”
“I’m glad we at least agree on that part, Cajun. You’ve got handsome genes, you should pass ‘em down.” She smiled, leaning over him and holding her hair back so she could snog him properly.
“Gonna worry about gettin’ hitched first, p’tite.” Remy sat up, taking his shirt off. “But maybe we can practice makin’ a few?”
Candy laughed, tugging off her own shirt as well, reaching forward and kissing him. “We should get married sooner, rather than later.”
“Was thinkin’ about that.” Remy murmured between kisses. “That was gonna be my weekend plans, but guess that’s fucked now.” They’d been storming the base when their flight was taking off.
Mismatched eyes went wide. “Wait, what?”
“I told you to keep this weekend open.” Remy smiled a little shamefacedly, even as he was trying to get her bra undone. “Was gonna surprise you with a trip to my home.” They wouldn’t have had to get married there, but he had been planning on bringing it up.
“Well, what’re you doing after we get off of here?” Candy was grinning, and a giddy laugh escaped her mouth as she leaned forward to snog him again.
“ ... Goin’ home and packin’, I guess.” Remy laughed. “Was gonna talk to Ollie about some kinda party for our amis, so they can still have cake and all that.”
“They’d like that. But I really want to see where you grew up. Get married in the church you used to go to.” She was oddly sentimental when it came to Remy; nobody could’ve accused her of it before.
“Wonder if old Sister Plaisance is still alive. She’d ‘bout fall over, if I came back to get married.” He laughed a little more. He didn’t actually want to kill a nun, obviously, but still. “Might be nice indeed, to see the ol’ place.”
“I just like knowing where you came from,” She murmured, kissing along his collarbone. “Makes me feel closer to you.”
Remy smiled. “Well, maybe I can get my money back. Get us down there next weekend or somethin’.” He leaned his head back, sighing, pleased. “I asked Ollie to try and plan somethin’ for our friends when we get back. Cause we gotta give Logan cake, you know that.” He slipped a hand into her pants, resting around the curve of her ass, lazily smiling. “You really gonna marry ol’ Remy, girl?”
Candy snorted. “Logan only gets one piece of cake, we can’t have him eating the whole thing.” She nuzzled closer to him, kissing his eyelids lightly. “Of course I’m going to marry you. You’re the best man I know.”
“If he only gets one piece, maybe I try to give him the baby piece.” Remy eyedarted. “Just ‘cause.” Because Remy likes to troll, that’s why. But he smiled at what she’d said, reaching for the rest of her clothes. “Can we maybe be naked for this?”
“Shitstarter.” She grinned at him, loving that tendency within him because it echoed her own. She tended to rabblerouse herself at the best of times. “I guess we can get naked. No mind readers are going to know what we’re up to, are they?” She looked around the room as if someone were going to come running in at any time.
“If I can’t fuck with Logan, who can I fuck with? And speakin’ of, ain’t gonna be no mind readers. If they do hear us, they probably gonna do the same thing.” Remy wiggled out of his boxer shorts. He just wanted to be close to her. “Love you, Candy.”
“Surviving something makes people want to shag.” Candy wiggled her jeans and panties off, sprawling out so she could wrap her arms around his waist. “Love you too, Remy. Why would you think I wouldn’t want to marry you? You’re ... you’ve made a big difference in my life, you know.”
“Have I now?” Remy kissed her proper when she laid back down next to him. “I dunno, seems like it ain’t real. Keep hearing Jubilee and Logan and them wondering why I’d put a ring on it. Not you, just get settlin’ down in general, I mean,” he added, before Candy went off to smack Logan. “Just glad it is real.”
Candy snorted. “Coming from them, that’s funny. I mean, I don’t know Jubilee, but I know teenage girls, and they spend hours thinking about their dream wedding to every male celebrity they think is hot this week. And Logan only hasn’t married his girlfriend because he’s scared to.” Candy heard things.
“Oh, don’t hit him too much. He was just teasin’ me.” Remy shook his head. He didn’t comment on Logan’s girlfriend; he’d met the woman about once for fifteen seconds. “Just, still. Surprised at myself being so happy to settle down.” He ran a hand down her back, resting at the curve between lower back and ass.
“That’s because I’m awesome,” Candy smirked. For the first time in a long time she didn’t feel self-conscious about any of her scars - not the old ones or the new. She knew that Remy loved her. That was all that mattered as far as opinions on her outsides went. It was good enough for him, so it wasn’t a big deal. Period.
“This is true.” Remy pulled his fiancee down for a good hard old fashioned kiss.