Sage is (notacomputer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-12 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | remy lebeau (gambit), sage [marvel] |
Who: Tessa St. Lucien & Remy LeBeau
When: Thursday Night
Where: Remy’s Penthouse
What: Remy and Sage spend a little time together.
Rating|Status: PG13 for LeBeau
Sage had been sipping on scotch when he got the text. She moved silently to fill him a glass then bring it over to him. She settled on the couch, kicking her feet up, she was there for him if he needed her.
She didn't say anything. She had, of course, bought them a very expensive bottle of scotch. And she was in shorts and a black tank top, adjusting still to this weather. She looked over at him and smiled ever so gently. She was comfortable in her skin. Happy with who she was.
She shifted. He could sprawl on her if he wanted. Tessa was always there for him. Even when he didn't want her to be. But that was okay. He got over it.
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He’d take the glass with a little grin and would take a sip, then knock it back, and settle on the couch beside her. He’d grab up the remote and would flip on the discovery channel, then set the remote aside.
Sitting there quietly with her while watching something about killer whales, he would eventually tip to lay his head in her lap.
It would be more than an hour later that he spoke.
“So she called it off.” Simply.
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She moved so he could sprawl on her. One hand moving to brush a hair from his face. She watched the show with little real interest. She was a patient woman. She could wait for hours.
"Is that entirely bad?" She would look down at him, one brow arched in question. Her other hand lifted her glass to her lips, sipping before she'd set it out of the way.
"Sounded complicated."
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“I don’t do complicated.” Was his response to that. “It’s a good thing it’s over.” His tone wasn’t convincing, though. It was clear he was thinking as he spoke, it was just a bland bunch of words.
Remy LeBeau was just talking. There was nothing behind it.
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Tessa poked him lightly. "Truth, Remy. I know you Better than that." She sighed at him and kissed his forehead.
"She got under your skin didn't she?" She'd watch him, brow arched faintly. "Hollower words I've rarely heard." She never lied to him. If she thought something, she told him.
It's why he kept her around. Well one reason. "So what is it about her?"
***
One of many reasons.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” There was the honesty. He didn’t want to talk about it, Tessa, it was too soon after and he wasn’t ready. Give him a few days. A week. Once it wasn’t so fresh, he’d tell her whatever she wanted to know.
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"Of course." Her Tone gentle. No one but him got real emotion from her. Well none that wasn't anger or annoyance. He could get them all from her. She trusted him with her life and her secrets, after all.
She touched a finger to his forehead then ran it through his hair. She nodded as she did so, gently massaging his head. She pushed when necessary but she knew when not to, too.
So instead of asking more she began to work on the tension in his muscles. Methodical, strong and patient. She was comfortable waiting. Carefully she diverted the topic, mindless, letting him think. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen him like this. It was disconcerting.
"I have decided after the party I will get serious about my hunt for a suitable housing situation." She'd say lightly. "Unless you wish me to remain, that is." If he wanted her to stay, she would. If not, she wouldn't. He'd see her almost daily either way.
If there was anyone in this world Tessa worried about, honestly cared about and was fiercely protective of, it was him. She'd never interfere, of course, his life was his to live as long as he remembered she was part of it. And would always be there. She found his flirting and ways amusing, but she'd watched him blossom from the early days. She was allowed. If any saw their private interactions, they'd get the feeling of an old married couple.
Tessa was amused by the thought. She held no romantic desires for him, they'd had their time to learn together, after all, but it was an apt enough description.
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“I don’t mind you staying here.” It was an invite to stay. Of course it was. His big Penthouse was lonely and she was the perfect thing to fill it. “As long as you don’t mind that some nights I fall asleep on your lap.” Which was precisely what he was planning on doing tonight.
He just wanted to lay here, enjoy her company, and let her take care of him.
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"You know I do not mind. I will stay until you wish me to leave. Though I will purchase a place to use as a private hq for us." For their more illicit things.
Tessas fingers worked their magic. She wanted him to relax, and be comfortable. She hummed, a few bars from a religious play she'd seen once. The song struck a chord with the nonreligious Tessa. Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and anoint you, Myrrh for your hot forehead, Oh, then you'll feel everything's all right, yes, everything's fine. And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
For the fire in your head and feet Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax Think of nothing tonight...
She didn't sing, not often. She could. She had a clear voice. But tonight she just hummed, feeling oddly like a twisted version of mary magdalene. She smiled down at him.
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