Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-22 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, remy lebeau (gambit), sharon carter |
Who: Sharon Carter and Remy LeBeau
When: Wednesday, Oct 22
Where: Sharon’s (and Veronica’s) place
What: Reconciliation
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Complete
How long had it taken Remy LeBeau to realize he was a douche for saying those things to Sharon? About ten seconds.
How long had it taken Remy LeBeau to figure out a proper apology? The better part of four days.
But, nevertheless, he had arrived at Sharon’s place at around six o’clock and had stood outside for a good ten minutes before he’d mustered up enough brass to knock on her door. When she answered it, the red-head was standing there in one of his pristine suits, a vase of flowers sitting at his feet, along with a box of candy and a box of gourmet dog treats.
He had large cards in his hands-- clearly small poster boards-- and they were written on in his perfect script.
When she no doubt tried to talk, he’d lift a finger to set it over his lips in a ‘shh’ motion, then flipped up the first card so she could read it.
I’m no good at talking. I always say the wrong things.
The card was set down, a new one presented.
I wanted to apologize to you. But I wasn’t sure how.
He tilted his head with a bit of a shrug, then set that card down and displayed the next.
I am a douche. A photograph of a Summer’s Eve bag was pasted next to those words.
The card was set down, another one taking its place.
And I lied when I said I wasn’t scared.
Card set aside, the next one revealed.
I am scared. I don’t want to screw this up. I don’t know what I’m doing.
It was set aside, more words to follow.
I know I make you feel like this:
The next card was a picture of the famous painting ‘The Scream’. He would set down that card and lift his eyebrows some with the next one.
But my heart, without you, is a wasteland.
Card set aside, he would reveal the next one, a photo of a shrivelled up heart, rather graphic and clearly an image of a real heart. But the next card soon replaced it.
I want you. He would hold that card a long few seconds, to get his point across.
It was soon set aside, though, to reveal the next.
I need you. Another long pause.
The card was put down, a new one revealed.
You are the only one I want to do this with:
Card set aside, the next one would have a rather hard-core image of a man and woman having sex.
Please forgive me.
Another card took its place shortly after. This one had Mr. Rogers on it. And beneath the image, in Remy’s perfect script:
Won’t you be my neighbor girlfriend?
**
Sharon came to the door in her pajamas. She thought maybe Veronica had forgotten something. She'd only just left to go run some things to the office, and... whatever else it was she was going to do. Dinner was in the oven, so they hadn't ordered delivery. Pete obviously thought something similar, as he didn't move from his doggy bed as Sharon padded to the door and pulled it open.
When she saw Remy standing there, she opened her mouth to speak--but then closed it again when he silently shushed her.
And then there were cards. Cards that made Sharon's eyes water slightly. It was perhaps the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. Granted, it was ripped off from a pretty fantastic movie, but... She was touched.
And she laughed at the graphic sex-having people.
Then she nodded. "I will." A grin spread across her features and she nodded again, enthusiastically. "I will."
**
You see, Sharon? When he’d told you so long ago that he watched chick flicks for fun, he hadn’t been kidding. He watched them almost exclusively. It helped him figure out how to act around women.
The red-head broke into a grin when Sharon did, setting aside the last card and stepping up to grasp her forcefully around the waist and tug her in to give her a firm kiss. He even turned them and dipped her back to continue it for a long few seconds.
Only one she was straightened up and he’d broken the kiss did he bend to scoop up the flowers and hold them out to her. The candy for her and treats for Pete would be picked up shortly after.
“I was a little worried you’d say no.” He admitted with a smile. But she hadn’t. And he was so thankful-- he didn’t do very well with looking like an idiot.
**
Of course her arms wrapped up and around him when he kissed her. Holding him tightly, one hand tangled in his hair. The dip made her grip on him tighten, a gentle yelp escaping her against his lips. She kissed him with passion, with greed, letting herself melt into his arms.
Sharon accepted the flowers, blushing deeply, and stepped aside so he could come into the place. "...you were? Honestly?"
WAIT. He was worried? Really? Wasn't worried a feeling?
Pete climbed up from his doggy bed and started limping over toward them, his tail wagging furiously. He started to whimper when he got close to Remy, nose nudging up toward the redhead’s hand.
**
“Yeah-- don’t make a big deal of it.” Warned with a smile. The Cajun had been through a lot the last few days, he didn’t even want to think about some of it-- he wanted to focus completely on this. “There’s nothing wrong with being unsure if a girl’s going to like you back or not.” And that was what he chalked this ‘worry’ up to. Uncertainty. So don’t read into it, Sharon.
Of course, when Pete appeared, he got all of the Billionaire Playboy’s attention, Remy would crouch down and scoop him up carefully. “There’s my boy.” He’d say in an excited tone, kissing the dog’s muzzle a few times and carrying him over towards the couch. “Daddy missed you.” Another few kisses, before sinking down onto the couch and producing the dog treats he’d brought.
“Am I going to spoil his dinner?” He could just imagine-- that box of gourmet treats would definitely ruin Pete’s appetite.
**
So, Sharon was going to make a big deal of it. Inside her head, anyway. She was going to think about it, wonder about it, mull it over, let it stew. Now that she knew... now that he'd admitted how he felt and what he wanted... she was going to think about him even more. And read into everything. Her unusually keen observations were going to be put into overdrive.
She closed the door when Remy turned to Pete, smiling fondly down at the man and the dog. Her two favorite men in the universe. A laugh erupted from her chest before she could stop it. "Daddy? Seriously?" She asked, but moved quickly to join him on the sofa. She set the flowers on the coffee table. They could get a vase later.
"Probably." Sharon responded. But she wasn't about to stop him.
**
“What? Don’t you see the family resemblance?” He mushed his face closer to the dog’s, smiling away. But he’d tug out one of those treats and hand it over to the pooch, looking rather pleased as it was gobbled up. “That’s a good boy.” Praised with a rub of his ears as he ate.
Then he tilted to give Sharon another kiss, and he set her candies into her lap. “Can I hand feed you some, too?” A light tease against her mouth.
How was it that you’d forgiven him so easily and let him back in like he’d never left at all, Sharon? And here he was, right back on your couch and looking like he belonged. What would your new roommate say?
**
Sharon laughed again, and shook her head. "You could be brothers." She teased, then reached over to scratch behind Pete's ear.
The dog took the treats and climbed down off the sofa to limp back to his bed. He curled up to munch on the treats, his tail still thumping every couple of seconds in his happiness.
"Yes, please," was her response, mumbled gently against his lips even as she moved closer to him.
"Oh." Speaking of roommates. Sharon pulled back just a little to look into his eyes. "...Veronica’s staying here. On the sofa." She only had a one-bedroom apartment. Remy would have to share the bed or head home tonight. "We're looking for a place together."
**
He smiled more as she said he could feed her by hand, but then he was pulling back also, eyebrows lifting when she announced she had someone staying here. And that she was looking for a place. Together.
Huh.
Remy, master of all facial expressions across the human spectrum (he’d learned them all as a child and had figured out quickly what they meant and when to use them -- he was so good at it that it was second nature), would just stare at her blankly for a long few heartbeats as his brain struggled with what he words meant. She was moving in with someone? Someone who disliked him. And he couldn’t stay here tonight because the new roommate was taking his couch.
How should he react to that? Happy? Sad? Indifferent? Uncertain?
He would ultimately settle on a smile (his default facial expression) and nod. “Let me know if you need help finding something. I’ve got a guy. He’s helping me find a house, in fact.” Surprise?
**
“My lease is up here, and she needs a place to stay. We got on so well in college,” Tease tease, “that it seemed only natural for us to find a place together here. Besides, we can afford a much nicer place together than either of us can on our own.”
Sharon didn't think it was a big deal. When she and Veronica were college roommates they'd gotten along swimmingly. She was excited about living with Veronica, but she knew that this might cause a little... upset. Veronica and Remy already didn't like each other, that much was obvious. But that didn't make Sharon love either one of them any less.
"I will." She nodded softly, bringing her hand to rest on his bicep. Then she scooted a little closer and lifted his arm to drape around her shoulders. Her free hand came up to tangle his fingers with her own.
"Wait, you're buying a house?" She asked. "Officially?"
**
Oh, it was rare that something upset Remy. He thought Veronica was fine-- she certainly wasn’t a threat, and that made her just fine in his book. Sharon didn’t want to ever see him around someone he considered a threat.
His arm lifted up and tucked around her shoulders, he’d link that hand with hers rather easily and press a kiss to her cheek. “I’m looking. I haven’t found anything perfect yet. I’m really not sure what I want, aside from needing beach-front property. I don’t have anywhere to throw parties, I’ve got to buy a house.” It seemed logical, right? “I’m still going to live in my Penthouse,” it was private and secure, “But I thought a house would be nice.” A pause. “Maybe the two of you would like to come and see a few?”
**
"You're going to buy a house for the sole purpose of throwing parties?" Sharon asked, sounding somewhat incredulous. "And you want Veronica and me to come along and look at them with you?" Surely that's what he meant, right? He couldn't be talking about Pete, could he?
Sharon leaned in to steal a kiss from the corner of his mouth. Okay, so she felt like making out with him like teenagers do when they first go steady. She couldn't help it.
"All right. I'd love to come help you look."
**
“Yeah, why not? I’m sure you might be spending a few nights there now and then.” For parties, of course. “You might as well get to see where I’m going to be throwing epic parties.” Right? “And it wouldn’t hurt to have a second and third opinion.” He’d shift some and wrap his other arm around her, tugging and urging her to sit in his lap, facing him.
“Good. Then it’s a date.” He was tugging at her shirt. “Is your friend home?” He didn’t imagine so, but he wanted to check before he started taking her clothes off.
**
Sharon chuckled softly. "Maybe. Though I am quite fond of the boring guest bedroom at your current place." She raised an eyebrow. "Just how epic are these parties going to be? Are we talking Tony Stark epic?" Grinning, she moved as he tugged her, knees straddling his hips, climbing into his lap.
"No. She'll be gone for a couple hours at least," Sharon responded, lifting her hands to rest on his shoulders. "Did you have something in mind?"
**
“Tony Stark throws a completely different sort of party than I do. I don’t think our parties can be compared.” Tony’s parties were, well.. so far they were rather elegant. Nice music, good food, fancy clothes..
Remy’s parties were more.. half naked women, lots of booze, low lights, loud music. His parties were more like clubs. Raves, even. It was mostly dancing and drinking and was definitely not about socialization, but just plain fun.
It was a whole different world, going from a Stark party to a LeBeau party.
“I did.” He said as he carefully tugged her shirt up enough to get his hands under it, and smoothing to cup her breasts. “I thought we should play Bingo.” Hah.
Right.
**
"Uh huh." Sharon responded, smirking softly. "I'll have to wait and see, I suppose." She shrugged her shoulders. "If your epic parties are anything like your random trips to Vegas, I don't think you'll leave anyone disappointed.”
She couldn't stop the grin that was crossing her lips at the feel of his warm hands against her skin. She was in her pajamas. Definitely not wearing a bra.
"Are you sure about that?" She asked, shifting her hips a little and moving closer to him. "...because I think we can come up with something a little more interesting than Bingo to keep ourselves occupied."
**
“I never leave anyone disappointed.” He assured her, lifting her shirt enough that he could expose her chest and lean in to take a lick of one nipple. God, he hadn’t been laid since he’d been shot. You had no idea, Sharon, none whatsoever, of how absolutely horny the Cajun was.
“I think we could.” He agreed, giving another slow lick. “We can go to your bedroom.” Following that, he’d tug with teeth, then take part of her breast into his mouth. He couldn’t help himself. He was a breast man.
**
They'd spent one night together in a sexual way, and he certainly hadn't left her disappointed that night. There had been nights since that she'd been disappointed, but for completely different reasons. Reasons that had more to do with herself than with him. "Good to know."
At his attentions, Sharon shivered. Her eyes fell closed. Her fingers tightened in his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp. "There are no board games in my bedroom." She whispered, breaking into a smirk, forcing her eyes open again.
And she pulled back. Tugged her shirt down with her free hand. Climbed up off of his lap. "I have to get these flowers into water."
**
Fuck.
He sighed and let his head hang some, but was smiling. “Okay, okay. I need to get going, anyway.” He’d wanted to stay the night, but wouldn’t sleep in her bed. Sorry, Sharon. “I’m meeting with a realtor tomorrow, I’m going to buy myself a house. You know, for parties.” Since he wouldn’t do it in his Penthouse. “Maybe you could see a few of them with me?” She had to know he’d be looking at some nice houses-- maybe a million bucks.
Except he was looking at thirty-million dollar homes.
She’d certainly be surprised.
**
Sharon nodded, straightening her t-shirt before bending down and picking up the discarded flowers. Once he was gone, she’d put them in water in the kitchen so that Veronica could see when she got home. God, what was Veronica going to think?? Bizarre.
“Okay. I’ll come with you.” She agreed. “I’m on call, I’ll have to bring my phone with me.” As if that was a problem. She’d been in trouble after the whole getting mugged incident--well, then the whole sneaking-off-with-Aramis-and-playing-a-h
“Come pick me up in the morning?” She asked, reaching one hand out to help him up off of the sofa.
**
He’d let her help him and lean in for a slow kiss. “I’ll be here at ten to pick you up.” From fight to reconciled in under an hour. Remy LeBeau was so good. Of course, he’d be late.. but he always was.