Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-13 21:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, remy lebeau (gambit), sharon carter |
Who: Sharon Carter & Remy LeBeau
When: Friday, Oct 10
Where: Sharon’s place, then out shopping
What: Picking out her outfit for the Stark Party
Rating/Warnings: pG13 for Language
Status: Complete
Stark’s party was the next day-- leave it to Remy to procrastinate until the very last moment. But since he’d slept over at Sharon’s (on her couch, of course), he’d been there to offer to take her shopping that evening.
He’d gone home to shower and change and put on something nice but not intimidating. A standard suit would do-- something in a pale gray. He only wore black if it was a tuxedo. And then he’d been back to pick her up. It’d been almost a month since he’d been shot and he was finally weening off the pain pills, so he could drive his own car.
It would be Shelley that pulled up outside Sharon’s place, Remy sliding easily from the car and heading up to knock on her door.
Was she ready to go shopping? And how surprised would she be that the Cajun loved to shop.
**
Sharon liked having Remy on her couch. When she'd woken up the next morning and come out expecting breakfast, he hadn't let her down. Hey, even people like Remy had to eat, right? No feelings, except hunger pangs. Either way, it was nice having him around. And Pete liked him.
Then work dragged. She needed another mission. This paperwork stuff just wasn't cutting it. By the end of the day she was antsy, hopped up on too much caffeine. She made it home and was in the process of changing into something more comfortable, when she answered the door.
"Just a sec," she said, giving him a smile. She left him standing on the front step and hopped into the bathroom to take off her jewelry.
**
When left to stand alone on the stoop, he would come inside and close the door behind. It didn’t take long for him to end up lingering in the hall and watching with a little smile-- Pete in his arms.
“You look beautiful.” He remarked as she continued to fuss with herself. He’d lean his shoulder into the door jam and just smile. “You’d look amazing in a paper bag.”
**
Sharon was tugging her earrings out of her ears when he joined her in the hallway. She had a couple of rings she wore from time to time--her class ring, a gift from her father, an heirloom of her grandmother's--and a few necklaces that she liked to wear off and on. Some of them matched. Most were silver. She didn't wear much gold.
She turned to look at him, breaking into a blush and a smile. He always picked up Pete like he was an infant. It was freaking adorable.
"Thank you. Though, I have to admit, paper bag brown really isn't my color."
**
And that, Sharon?
The red-head might not be a very good boyfriend.. but one day, he was going to be an amazing father. He adored children. He adored pets. At this point in time, he didn’t want any of his own.. but if someone else had one? Well, he was all over it.
It was exactly the opposite with women. A girl in a relationship may as well have been invisible.
“No, maybe not. We’ll find something that is your color.” Something black.. or dark blue.. Red was cliche.
But some nice heels.
He wanted her in something sexy and classy.
“Athos and D’Artagnan are coming, too.” He’d told her he was taking a couple dates, hadn’t he?
**
Sharon was twenty-eight. That meant she had about seven years if she wanted to seriously consider having children. Her clock wasn't ticking loud enough for her to pay attention to yet, but that was always a thought in the back of her mind. In her current line of work, having children would be selfish, and would mean early retirement. Or switching to a desk job. She wasn't ready for that yet.
Besides, she didn't even have a boyfriend. So. Moot.
Also, Sharon would never let herself become invisible in a relationship with Remy. Ever.
"Purple?" Sharon asked, closing the jewelry box and turning to face him. "Indigo? Navy?" She added, walking toward him with a smirk on her face. She lifted a hand to scratch Pete's ears. "I want silver shoes." Hey, he was buying, right?
And she raised an eyebrow, though the smirk was still there. "...does that make it a double-date?"
**
As if Remy wouldn’t be a stay-at-home Father. He had enough money he could do nothing but sit around and be handsome if he wanted. But it wasn’t as if that was anywhere in the cards-- Remy wasn’t even ready to commit to getting a cat, let alone having children.
“Silver shoes. Anything you want.” He’d lift his eyebrows as she scratched Pete’s ears and would lean in to steal a quick kiss from her. “Red ruby slippers, if you decided those would look good.”
“I like indigo.” But they’d have to see.
It wasn’t completely about color, after all.
**
Sharon would say that was good to know. But, of course, she didn't know it. She never even considered. Remy spent so much time pushing her away, anything more than playful dating was pretty much off the table. Didn't matter that she was falling for him. The thief. The sociopath. It was the worst idea in the history of bad ideas, but there you have it.
She grinned softly at the kiss. "There's no place like home." And she clicked off the bedroom light.
"Indigo's a good color on me." She turned to lead him back out into the hall, to the front door, then grabbed her keys and her phone. "Let's go. The sooner I get home for dinner the better."
**
“I think you’re right.” Indigo would be a good look on her. Still, he’d turn to follow her right to the front door. He made no attempt to put Pete down. “You have a dinner date?” Why did she have to get home for dinner?
He’d open the door for her and step aside.
**
"Oh yeah. A sexy one," Sharon said, moving through the doorway. She turned to look at Remy, eyebrow raised. Are we bringing the dog?
She turned around to face the two of them once she was outside. "Is that a problem?"
**
The eyebrow raise was enough for him to smile and shrug. “You don’t want him to see his mommy all dressed up and sexy? Is that it?” He’d been meaning to take the pup with them.. but if she wanted to leave Pete at home, he’d set him back down.
“Is it a problem that you have a sexy dinner date? Not if it’s with me.” He’d smile and lift both eyebrows expectantly.
**
"Well, he certainly needs to be here for our sexy dinner date later. I'm thinking... a can of campbell's tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich." Sharon said. "Not sure his poor, old heart could handle all the shopping excitement." She added, then leaned over to kiss the dog's forehead while he was still in Remy's arms.
"...you're gonna get sick of me, Remy LeBeau. And then where will I be?" She asked, gently taking the dog from him. "Go on, Petie, go lay down." She set him down on the ground.
The dog obediently limped over to his bed to curl up. On his good hip.
**
“Okay, okay.” He’d let her take him and would wait, hands on his hips, for her to come back. Then he’d lead the way out and would pluck her keys from her fingers and lock the door behind them. Handing them back, he’d lead the way out to his car.
Look, Sharon, he was back to driving himself!
“Let’s find you something sexy. I expect you’ll make everyone at Stark’s party jealous.” She would, right? He wanted to have the hottest girl at the party on his arm.
**
"I can lock the door to my own place, you know," Sharon said, though she was smirking, as she pocketed her keys. And then she realized he was driving on his own.
"Are you off the pain killers, then?" She asked, climbing into the passenger side of the car. She blushed a bit. "...well, I hope you know where to go to find sexy. That's not the sort of thing that they sell at Target."
**
“Mostly.” He was weening himself off of them, so he was in quite a bit of pain at the moment, and would be for the next few weeks. The good feeling days were over. “I know where to find sexy. No worries.” He’d open her door for her and wait until she climbed in, then close it and walk around to the other side. Climbing in the driver’s seat, he’d start up the car and the two would be off.
They’d end up in a fancy shop downtown, they specialized in custom made dresses, but also sold a very large selection of premade gowns. It looked almost like a bridal shop.
When they came in, they were greeted by a woman who flashed a pleased smile at the two of them and guided them in. She would find Remy a seat on a comfortable couch and would tug Sharon to the back to look at a few gowns.
**
"Good." Sharon turned to look out the window as Remy drove them around town. She was a little worried about his recovery, but had to trust that he knew how to take care of himself.
She climbed out and met up with him at the front door of the shop, looking up at the boutique with raised eyebrows. It looked nice, but it looked expensive. This was one of those Remy showing off his near limitless fund things? Maybe?
And Sharon wasn't used to this sort of attention. One nice gown in her closet, remember? She wasn't used to personal care, to such amazing dresses.
It only took a couple of minutes for Sharon to change into the first dress. (The employee was finding more dresses for her, while she tried them on.) It was white. Sparkling. Low cut in the front with the straps making a couple of X's along her back. The skirt was shorter in the front than the back.
She came out so Remy could see, and held her arms out. "Well?"
**
“I like it. But it looks a lot like it could be a slutty wedding dress.” He was honest, you couldn’t fault him for that! He would never just pretend to like something, he’d give honest opinions.
He stretched his arms along the back of the couch and gave her an easy smile. “Let’s go with something darker. I like the sparkles, though.” And dressing a girl up was some of the most fun a man could have beyond having sex with her.
A hand gestured. Go on. Go change.
**
"Okay, so definitely not white." Sharon said. It was a good point. She had a white dress already, too. Or was hers cream? Off-white? She didn't know.
She headed back into the changing room, and changed as quickly as she could--she hated the idea of him sitting out there waiting for her. “She’s bringing me some darker ones!” She called out, pulling the white dress off and tugging the next one off the hanger.
It was a deep, forest green, without sparkles. It had a high neckline in the front, hugged every curve (So much that she had panty lines), and was incredibly low cut in the back. With sleeves. Sharon wasn't sure about the sleeves.
She came back out, nearly tripping over the long hem.
**
Remy made a sour face as she came out in that dress and shook his head, gesturing with his hand in a dismissive way. “I’d rather you go naked.” Well, maybe not. He didn’t really share well.
Then again, who did?
“Next.” Called with a smile to the woman who blew a bit of hair from her eyes.
**
Sharon grinned, turned around, and started tugging the dress off before she was even in the dressing room. The door closed behind her. "I think we should stick with the darker colors, though," she called out to him.
A minute later, she came back out. There was a frown on her face as she walked over to where he was sitting. She didn't have to look in the three-way mirror to decide that this dress was a flop.
The next dress was eggplant. It was a drape cut, looking almost like a toga. It hid her curves a bit, but showed off her legs. as it came down to her mid-thigh. (She was wearing her holster. She'd have to leave it in the gun safe if he liked this dress...) The dress seemed to hang heavily around her body, barely moving as she walked around. It was a thick fabric. Sharon was fairly certain that she didn't like this one at all.
**
Remy saw the look on her face and would put a surprised one on his own face, then break into a rather pleased smile, pushing up to his feet. “That’s it. That’s the dress. It’s amazing-- you look like a Goddess.” He’d come close enough to take her hands with a smile and swing them slightly. “Let’s get it.”
But the grin on his face would betray him. Jerk.
“Go take that thing off before it bites you.” Insisted seconds later.
**
Sharon gave him a playful smack. His good shoulder. Then she turned around and pulled the dress up and over her head, walking back into the dressing room in panties, bra and holster while tossing the ugly dress onto the floor.
A minute later... "This may be the winner!" She called out to him from the dressing room. Then she came out, closing the door behind herself.
"...I like it." Sharon was wearing a deep, navy dress, spaghetti straps with a gentle drape over her bust. It clung to her ribcage and hips, but gave a little more as the slinky fabric fell straight down to the floor. The dress had a slit up the side of each leg to just above her knee. (She'd have to wear a smaller gun, a more invisible holster on her upper thigh.) It looked as if it was tailored perfectly to fit Sharon's body.
The best part was the shimmer. The sparkle. There were sequins or something sewn into the fabric, so when she moved the dress twinkled like stars. It was exquisite.
**
A slow whistle would meet her when she came out and he’d sit forward on the couch and just smile at her. “I think that’s a winner.” That was an understatement. It was amazing-- it looked perfect on her. It hugged everything it should and accented in just the right places. It was exquisite.
She was exquisite.
“Now we’ll just go find you some shoes..” He pushed to his feet and smiled at the woman who was helping him, offering out his card. She took it with a wide smile and headed off to run it.
“I’ll box it up for you in a moment, dear.” After she rang up the sale.
**
Sharon grinned. She knew she looked amazing in this dress. She gave a little twirl, and then headed back into the changing room to put on her street clothes once more.
Two minutes later she was back at Remy’s side, one hand wrapped around his elbow. Gently. Closely. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to be close to him.
“Silver shoes,” she reminded him, leaning in to whisper just over his shoulder. She’d have to figure out some silver jewelry, too.
The woman boxed up the dress.
**
“Silver shoes.” He agreed. The box would be placed into a nice bag and it was handed over to Remy so he could carry it. “Merci.” Chirped to the woman before they were headed out of the store.
It wasn’t long after that, they would end up at a shoe store. He’d bring along the bag so they could look at the color silver against the color of her dress. Some colors, after all, changed when they were near other colors. Silvers could look very blue, or even green.
And once in, he’d wander around with her to look at the shoes, a smile on his face. “Strappy?”
**
"Absolutely," Sharon agreed with a nod and a smile. "With a heel." She moved to an open-toed, strappy, high-heel, and lifted it to the light. It shimmered, sparkling gently. Was it possible she'd found a winner first thing?
"You know what this means, though," she said, grinning at Remy over her shoulder. "I'll need a pedicure."
They had a few others that were candidates. Sharon kicked off a shoe so that the employee could size her foot.
**
He’d roll his eyes with a smile when she declared she was going to need a pedicure, as well. “I think I can manage that.” He could get some work done while she was primped and pampered. He didn’t mind, really.
“That one’s nice.” He’d say of one set with a nice, high heel. But he’d keep her under four inches-- he didn’t want her feet to hurt.. and he didn’t want her as tall as he was. Vain man. She had to be a little shorter than he was, or he was sure they’d look funny together.
“Which one is going to be the most comfortable?”
**
"It hurts to be beautiful," Sharon said, playfully. She grabbed a couple of pairs in different styles in her size, and then moved over to sit down and slip her feet in them.
"Slinky, toeless, tall heel." But not too tall. "I like both of these," she said, and put one from each pair on either foot. They didn't match, but at least she and Remy could compare them side by side.
They were similar shoes. Sharon thought the smaller heel might be more comfortable, but less sexy. And the taller heel might sparkle a bit more under the hem of the dress.
**
“I think your legs and rear are going to look amazing in either shoe.. The taller one is sexier.” Admitted with a smile. “But the other one looks more comfortable.” Was she sure he wasn’t gay?
..Yes. Very sure. He’d demonstrated with great gusto that he liked women. A few times.
“I like the sparkle on the taller one.” He made a vague gesture. “Put both of those on and take a walk.” He wanted to watch.
**
"Are you sure you're not gay?" Sharon teased, as if she could read his thoughts. She didn't have anything against gay people. Or Remy. She was just playing with a non-hurtful stereotype.
And, of course, the bit about how he'd proven to her that he wasn't.
She sat down, put on both of the higher heel, with the sparkle, and gave a little spin around the store. She pretended she was on the catwalk, and gave a little twirl.
"Well?" Grin.
**
“Well..” Remy would smirk and shrug. “I have been giving thought to becoming gay. It’s like the cool thing to do. But it’s going to be so hard for me to give up sex with women. It’s like smoking-- addicting, you know?” He would watch as she moved up and down the aisle, then twirl, and a smile came over his features.
“I like them. Try the others?” But he was pretty sure his mind was made up.
He liked the high ones.
**
Sharon laughed. "...really. So the only reason you're not gay is that you're addicted to sex with women, is it?" She came back over, sat, and changed her shoes.
"You know? I can see that." She added, playfully. She stood. "...you've got a gay vibe." She turned and did the cat walk thing again, twirling at the end, and then stepping up against him.
"I like the taller ones," she whispered, going up on her toes a bit so her face was closer to his.
**
In the taller ones, she wouldn’t have to go up much more to be the same height as he was. Another inch and they’d be just about the same height.
“I do have a gay vibe.” He agreed with a growing smile as she stepped up to him. He’d take the chance to steal a kiss and would nod. “The taller ones. It’ll make you easier to get to.” And it was all about ease of access. “And I’m eager to see you wearing them.”
Just them.
**
The kiss was accepted. Sharon went back down on her heels and nodded. "I have to be accessible, of course." She took off the smaller heels, then put on her regular shoes and boxed up the tall ones. "...here."
While he was paying, she put the rest of the boxes away--with the help of the employee, all the while insisting that she didn't have to do that, he would take care of it.
In a couple of minutes they were ready to head off on their next great adventure. Sharon was holding a bag with her shoe box, and Remy carried the dress.
"So. Now where to?"
**
“We’ll get you a pedicure and a manicure.” You’d said you wanted one! Boxes put into the back, he’d be opening the door for her, then closing it once she was in, and they’d be off.
He would flirt with the girls in the shop while they took care of Sharon-- it couldn’t be any sort of surprise. They would touch at his hand, or his arm, and while he was very flirtatious verbally, he didn’t give off physical clues to any interest. It was all in good fun for him. It wasn’t serious.
But when she was done, he’d be collecting her back up into the car and heading in the direction of her place. It was getting late.
Though, he’d slow down as they came nearer to a large jewelry store, then he was pulling in and parking, climbing out and coming around to open her door. “You need something to wear with that dress.” Aside from shoes.
**
Sharon didn't show a hint of jealousy. Actually, while she was having her nails done, she pretty much ignored Remy in the shop. She chatted with the woman doing her nails, her back turned toward him. She picked out a shimmery, white color for her nails and toes, one that wouldn't clash with the dress or the shoes.
This was fun. It was like Prom. She hadn't gone all out for something like this in a long time.
She climbed into the car, still blowing on her fingernails, and recognized the way toward her place. But then he pulled into a parking spot near a jewelry store. She raised an eyebrow when he opened her door.
"...what?" Though she asked the question and looked honestly confused and a little concerned, she took his hand so he could help her out of the car.
**
“You need a necklace, bracelet and earrings.” His simple declaration. “Come on.” As they moved towards the door, the man from inside would come to open it and usher them in. Remy would then be leading Sharon towards the necklaces first.
“Find something you like.” They’d match the earrings and bracelet to it next. Unless she found a set she wanted.
Then it’d be even better and they’d get home before midnight.
**
Sharon pretty much had no choice but to follow him in. "...this is really extravagant, Remy." Especially to be purchasing for a non-girlfriend. She could probably get rent for half a year on what he'd spent so far--jewelry not included.
"Are you really sure about this?" She asked, but stopped in front of a necklace-earring-bracelet set that was pretty much perfect. Silver, simple, in the shape of stars. Dangly, sparkling, perfect.
It may have been the least expensive items in the whole place, but they fit her ensemble perfectly.
**
“Do you have any idea how much my car outside cost me? I can afford some jewelry.” Don’t be concerned, Sharon, he had plenty. And he enjoyed buying things for people that they couldn’t afford for themselves.
“Can we see that one, please?” He nodded to the case and the woman behind the counter was pleased to to open it up and take out the set.
“It’s really very beautiful.” The woman boasted with a smile.
**
Sharon nodded to the woman. "it's perfect." She said.
Once the set was sitting on the glass case, Sharon reached her hand forward and ran a fingertip along one of the dangling stars. There were little gems--crystals? probably not diamonds at that price--inlaid in the stars. Not many of them, but enough to catch the light sometimes and give it a little extra sparkle.
"You really don't have to," she said to Remy. But she'd appreciate it.
Don't read into it too much, Sharon. Don't get your hopes up.
**
“The appropriate thing to say in this situation..” He’d begin slowly, smiling as he looked over the slightly sparkly set. “Is ‘Thank you’.” He lifted hazel eyes back up to her and his eyebrows went up playfully. “Try it on.” He wanted to see it.
“But do know that I’ll be expecting some sort of payment for my efforts..” She could surely guess what kind he meant. But it was a playful tease and came with a wink.
**
“Thank you.” Sharon said, turning to grin at Remy. She leaned in and kissed his cheek--dangerously close to his lips--then pulled back. “Help me?” She asked, and picked up the necklace to hold for him. Then she turned back around and lifted her hair.
“Oh? And what, pray tell, would you want in exchange?” Flirt flirt.
The saleswoman, by this point, realized that neither of her customers was paying attention to her. And didn’t want to intrude, so she backed away slowly.
**
“I was thinking.. a sexy dinner.” He stayed perfectly still while she kissed so near his mouth and teased him.
Lifting the necklace, he would gently lay it around her neck and clasp it, then he let his fingers trail lightly over her back.
“Turn around, let me see.” A quiet demand from the man footing the bill for all of this.
**
Sharon chuckled. "...what, you want Campbell's tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?" She asked, taking her turn to hold still while he put the necklace on her. A gentle shiver ran up her spine at the feel of his fingertips.
She turned around once it was clasped and raised her eyebrows. For some reason, a little nervous. At least her t-shirt was a similar cut to the dress, and exposed her neck and chest a little. So he could see the necklace.
"Well?"
**
“I was thinking breakfast for dinner, myself.” Remarked with a smile in his voice as she turned around. He tilted his head just so and would inspect her neckline, then run hazel eyes along the necklace and a bit lower than he needed to go.. but then they came back up and he locked eyes with her.
“I think it’s a winner. Hold up an earring.” He wanted to see the entire get-up. In his mind, he was putting it all together. Yes, it’d look very nice indeed.
**
“Breakfast for dinner, hmm?” Sharon’s eyes twinkled as she looked up into his. She raised an eyebrow. “Are you offering to cook for me, Mister LeBeau?” She asked. Then she reached for the earring and held it up against her ear. It dangled and sparkled. She’d have to pull off an up-do for the party tomorrow.
“If you insist.” Sharon beamed. “Thank you, Remy. I appreciate it.”