Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-17 21:18:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, remy lebeau (gambit), sharon carter |
Who: Sharon Carter & Remy LeBeau
When: November 13th
Where: Sharon’s (old) apartment
What: Remy comes home from Russia - Part 2
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for Language
Status: Complete
Remy had shown up unexpectedly and Sharon hadn’t been home.. well, he’d at least had a.. nice chat with Ron. Sort of. Ahem. But then Sharon had come home and he’d happily tugged her aside for some alone time, just the two of them. It was well needed.
So, sequestered away into her bedroom, the red-head gently set Pete down and gave him the huge treat before producing the jewelry box and extending it out to Sharon without ceremony.
“You enjoying that?” He’d ask to Pete as he gnawed happily on the large bone-shaped cookie.
-
Sharon was happily led off into her bedroom for some alone time. She'd unloaded groceries, and spent a little time with Veronica, but then followed Remy and the old dog into her bedroom. A little chuckle escaped her when he unceremoniously thrust the box into her hands.
"For me? How sweet. It's almost like you care as much for me as you do for Pete." She smirked, and sat down on the bed to open the box. Her hand reached over and scratched behind the dog's ears. Then she opened the box.
-
Remy was paying attention to Pete as he opened the box-- it was something he did often: avoiding the situation if it was too serious. And giving her a gift like this was a bit too serious for his liking, so it was best to detach himself from it. It made sense in his world.
When she opened the box, she’d find a delicate silver chain and on it? Well, a small silver casting of... what appeared to be.. a dog nose? Yes. A dog nose print, which was then painstakingly cast in a mold and duplicated out of silver. A small nose. Pete’s nose. It hadn’t been hard for him to get a moment alone with Pete a week ago so he could press the small dog’s nose into the mold quickly. Then he’d sent it off-- and here was the result.
“I spoil you too much.” He’d tell the furry little beast as he scratched him on the head, clearly enjoying watching him with that treat.
-
Sharon opened the box and felt her heart melting a little bit. She ran her fingertips over the silver nose. It was ridiculously cute and thoughtful. The smirk on her lips faded a bit as she thought about what this meant. It was more than just a jewel he'd picked up because it was pretty. This was meaningful. And confusing.
Sharon cleared her throat. "...Remy. This is beautiful."
-
“I’m glad you like it.” He’d straighten up and push his blazer back enough that he could thrust his hands into his pockets and cock his hips forward just a touch. He looked like a model when he stood like that-- arrogant man. But, it was just the way he stood, everything in his life was a show he kept going.. his stance was no different. It made him look edgy and charming all at the same time.
“I saw a place on the internet that did it.. I couldn’t resist.” So he’d mailed out the mold, then flew there on his way back from Russia to pick it up.
Everything he did was over the top, he couldn’t help himself.
-
He looked incredibly handsome like that. Sharon couldn't help but let her eyes move up and down his form. Just what he wanted, surely. She went a little pink, then stood from the bed, taking the necklace carefully from the box and held it out to him. "Can you...?" She asked, and turned to lift her hair so he could put the necklace on her.
"I love it." It would be a reminder not only of him, but of Pete, too.
-
Just what he wanted was right. It was the entire reason for standing that way, it made people want to look you over from head to toe.
It worked.
“Of course.” And that had been its purpose. Pete was getting up there in years and Remy wanted to make sure that Sharon had something incase the unthinkable happened. Just incase.
He’d take the necklace and carefully clasp it around her neck, then lean to kiss just beneath her ear at the vulnerable line of her neck, near her jaw.
“I’m glad.”
-
She held her hair up while he put the necklace around her neck and clasped it. She broke into a smile at the feel of his lips against her skin. Her hair fell, her eyes closed, and she turned around to face him once more. Arms lifting to wrap around him. She wanted to cuddle close, steal a kiss in thanks.
-
He’d be more than happy to give her a kiss. “I also bought some of those.. Russian nesting dolls. I couldn’t resist. They’re in the car.” Doll after doll after doll. But they were cute and a little girl had pitched them to him in the market.. he’d had to say yes.
“It was a pretty good trip.” All in all.
-
Kissing Remy was nice. Really nice. Sharon thought she could do that over and over again. "...Russian nesting dolls?" She asked, sounding a little surprised. It didn't seem like a Remy thing to purchase. But a lot of things that Remy did surprised her.
"I'm glad you had a good trip," Sharon said, arms draped up and around his shoulders, cuddled close to his chest. "I missed you."
-
“It was fun. I haven’t done something like that for almost a year.” He’d curl his arms around her waist and tug her in a little closer. “Even if it wasn’t exactly planned. It was still fun.” He stole another kiss before carefully releasing her.
“Why are you surprised that I got some Russian nesting dolls?” He liked being surprising. It was one of his many strategies.
-
It felt good to be in his arms. It reinforced how tired she’d been feeling. When against his chest, though, she was forcibly reminded how sore her breasts were. It was likely just PMS, but man. She shifted against him.
“I don’t know,” Sharon said, shaking her head. “I thought you’d come back with the world’s best vodka, or a collection of playing cards with naughty pictures on them, or something along those lines.”
-
“Who says I didn’t get naughty playing cards..” He broke into a grin again and issued another kiss before smiling once more. “And that I’m just not showing them to you? Maybe they’re naughty playing cards of highly attractive blonde women..” He’d curl his arms tighter around her.
“You okay?” She didn’t normally wiggle any in his grasp, she just pressed in closer. It was weird that she’d moved around some. But he’d release her-- maybe she wanted to get free?
-
Sharon raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to make me jealous of your naughty playing cards that may or may not exist?” It was adorable. And silly. And even more adorable.
“Yes.” She frowned a little when he released her. One of her hands linked with one of his, fingers laced together. “I’m okay. I’m just a little squirmy.” She didn’t want to bother him with her PMS stuff. She just wanted to cuddle. She’d missed him.
-
“Mm, maybe I am.” He’d lean in to give her another slow kiss, then he would tug on her hand and begin heading for the bed. Turning, Remy would sit down on the bed and give her another tug, then another, until she got the point and came near enough he could take hold of her hips and guide her to straddle his lap.
“You look like you could use a nap.” Quietly observed.
-
Of course, Remy pulled her into his lap. It wasn't like it was a difficult thing to do. She wanted to be there as much as he wanted her there.
"I could." Sharon observed. She gave a fake yawn that unfortunately turned into a real one. There goes that joke.
"Doesn't feel like you want to let me have a nap," she said, one eyebrow arching gently.
-
“I want you to be well rested for work in the morning.” Insisted as he pulled her in close, then turned them and pushed her down into the bed beneath him. “Get a nap.” He’d lean in for a slow kiss, lingering against her lips before pulling back slowly. “I’ve got something I need to do tonight.” He wasn’t staying. “I just wanted to see you.”
-
Sharon gave a grin when he pulled her close, then a gentle sound of surprise when he rolled her under him. She returned his kiss, her arms lazily wrapping up and around him. That was one hell of a kiss. Her eyes opened slowly, then she frowned gently.
"You're going?" She asked. He had things to do? Damn it. She wanted him to stay.
-
“I’ve got to.. have a bit of work I need to get done.” He had a painting he wanted to add to his collection. And a little figurine, too. What could he say? Stealing was better than sex for this Cajun boy. He couldn’t help that. It was a sickness.
Remy needed to see a therapist.
-
"Okay." Sharon sat up to kiss him again. Once more. A goodbye one. Not the kind that was hoping for something more, even though Sharon was hoping for something more.
But she wasn't going to keep him from work. She squeezed his hand. "I'll see you soon, then?" God, be a little more needy, would you, Sharon? It was almost disgusting. Almost.
Pete jumped up between them on the bed and curled into Sharon's lap.
-
“You’ll see me soon.” He promised with a smile, leaning in to take one last kiss, then scooting so he could kiss Pete, and he was climbing from the bed all together. “Wish me luck.” Sure, he’d fessed up to her that he took expensive things. Had she actually believed him?
Even if she did... he wasn’t going to tell her that he was going to go steal something from a drug dealer. She wouldn’t like it.