WHO: Remy LeBeau and Elizabeth Comstock WHAT: dinner and nudity WHERE: A mexican restaurant, then Remy’ place WHEN: a couple weeks ago RATING R for nudity
Elizabeth was early for the date, hugging her purse full of her best drawings as she sat at the table. She wasn’t sure how the night was going to turn out, or even if the guy had been serious about the impending nudity. Truthfully she was equal parts nervous and excited.
She was wearing a simple dress under her winter coat. If she was truly going to get naked, she didn’t want to be wearing anything complicated.
Remy was wearing his duster and jeans combo, with a polo shirt. He smiled as he stepped into the restaurant, then waved at Elizabeth. On the way to the table, he ordered an appetizer, and waters. “Hello, Elizabeth. How are you?”
“Well! How are you?” She smiled and put her bag down on the floor, admiring Remy again. Even dressed like a normal person he was so lovely to look at. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Thanks. I’m doing good. You look nice.” He smiled as he settled to his chair. “I ordered some water and appetizers, so we wouldn’t have to wait for that, and when the water gets here we can order dinner, if you are ready.”
He glanced at his menu, then nodded. “How has your week been?”
“You look nice too. Thank you for ordering. My week has gone well. I’ve been trying to decide which pieces I wanted to show you, so I might have brought too many.” She chuckled a little, embarrassed at her silliness.
Remy smiled. “Just an appetizer and water. Figured it would give us time.” He nodded. “That’s okay. No reason to limit yourself. Tonight is just about show and tell.” He chuckled as the double entendre occurred to him.
Elizabeth snorted and laughed, letting her tension ease out of her body. “it is. I hope you like what you're about to see.” The thought of him looking at her made her feel warm and suddenly it was hard not to think of other things nudity might lead to. “I think I'll enjoy myself immensely.”
Remy chuckled. “I’m sure I will. You’re a pretty lady, Elizabeth.” He nodded sincerely. She really was. And the idea of seeing her naked was entirely a pleasant one.
“I hope so. Not every day I show off to a lady.” And it was true. He didn’t date that much any more. Mostly he worked hard and spent the rest of his time connecting with fans.
“I'm surprised to hear that,” Elizabeth said sincerely. “You're quite handsome and charming as well.” She felt like she was dating all the time, but she hadn't seen any of the others naked yet.
Remy shook his head. “I’m just another guy, in a state full of pretty people.” He grinned at her. “But thank you.” He nodded to her, smiling warmly. “I just don’t do dates, mostly. I work too much.”
“I'm glad you made an exception for me.” Elizabeth said cheerfully. The appetizers arrived then and she set to the task of filling her plate. “it smells so good.”
Remy smiled as he did the same, and started in on it, pausing a few minutes later as he sipped some water. He deliberately let his accent slip more cajun as he spoke. “Now, chere, dats what a man does, really. He makes exceptions for those who are worth it.” He grinned and his accent slipped back to his normal much more subdued one.
“Which is to say, I’m glad to be here.”
Elizabeth blushed when he called her ‘chere’. His accent was so damn attractive. She fanned herself a little and giggled. “What was it like growing up in Paris? Are there any restaurants you can recommend? I’m going with my father in January.”
Remy smirked a little and nodded. He smiled. “Well…” and he started telling her about his favorite restaurants, and places to go. This took awhile, and the appetizer came, and they ordered, and even to the point where the food came. “...truth to tell, I almost didn’t want to come back when my parents did, but I’m glad I did. New Orleans was a fun place.”
He nodded.
Elizabeth was spellbound as he spoke, listening to what he said and the passion with which he spoke. It sounded like a dream come true for a girl who’d been shut away most of her life. She was smiling when he finished talking, her dinner chilling slowly in front of her, untouched. “Oh my, you make it sound so wonderful. I can’t wait to see it for myself.”
“In the end, just remember, it’s a normal city, with normal people. Don’t let it get to be too grand in your head. It will disappoint you.” He didn’t want her hurt by it.
“It’s hard to explain why it’s such a big deal to me.” Elizabeth admitted, looking down for a moment. “I just always dreamed of going and now I have the chance. Nothing can spoil that for me.” It was truly the journey rather than the destination that was important.
Remy smiled a little. “Just be careful. A lot of times what we dream of, and what is reality are not the same thing.” He nodded.
“So, when you go, just have fun being you.”
“I will,” Elizabeth promised. “I’m going with my father. It’ll be our first vacation together. I hope he enjoys it.” She worried about that, because she didn’t know Booker enough to really know what he would like.
“Good.” Remy smiled, sitting back. He started in on his food, smiling as he ate a little, before stalking. “Well, try taking him around different places, or offering different ideas to see? There are some good French guides…” He broke off, fished out his wallet and sorted through it, finally pulling out a card with French on it, and the name of Jean-Paul. “Call this number and ask to talk to Jean-Paul. Tell him Remy sent you, and asked him to give you a real tour, not a tourist one.“
Elizabeth took the card then started to eat as well. The food was delicious and she ate with dignified enthusiasm for a little bit. Once she’d had enough to start she looked up, giving Remy a wide smile. “It’s a good thing I speak French” She said with a thick American accent.
Remy just enjoyed his food, liking how the evening was going, nice and relaxed and fun. Remy answered in kind. “Yes, but a better thing that Jean-Paul can speak English.” His tone was gentle, and his smile was teasing.
Elizabeth laughed goodnaturedly, pressing her hand to her mouth to hide it. “Probably. Oh I’m going to have fun, I think.” She grinned and went back to her food, smiling brightly between bites.
“I’m sure you will.” He smiled and ate as well, finishing a few minutes later. He sipped his water, watching her. “How are you feeling?’
He grinned warmly. “Still up for this evening?”
Elizabeth nodded, pushing her plate away. The portions at restaurants were so big! “I am. Even more so than I was when I made the arrangement in the first place.” She smiled at him, collecting her bag. “You’re a very charming dinner companion and I would bet tonight will be even more fun once we’re alone.”
Remy smirked, and placed payment for the meal on the table, with a tip, then rose and extended a hand to her. “Shall we go, then?” He smiled, and led the way out. “Did you come in your own car?”
“No, I took a cab. I can’t drive yet. I can fix a car, though.” She took Remy’s hand and let herself be led outside. “I’m still getting used to where things are, anyway.”
Remy smiled. “I can drive us then, if you want. And you can send the address where you’ll be to whoever you want.” He paused. “Just no fanboys or girls, please.” He winked at her as he led her to the car, an old fashioned toyota sedan, nothing special.
Once they were in, he started them toward his house.
Elizabeth laughed. “I’ll just send it to my father. He’s not likely to link it to the press.” She winked at Remy before ducking into the sedan. She kept her eyes open while they drove, taking in the sights. “This city has its charms too.”
Remy gave her his address as he started driving. “It does. Every city does, really. Some more than others, but mostly, where there are people there are amazements and joys, and bad things and good things.” He drive with a slow intensity, and mostly median speed. He had nothing to prove and wasn’t a young gun anymore.
He smiled over at her.
Elizabeth smiled back. “That’s a nice way of looking at it. I can’t wait to see more of the world. I want to become well traveled, to be able to say I’ve seen and done things.” All manner of things, really. That was half the reason she wanted to see Remy naked.
“You will. Keep that attitude and ask lots of questions, do your research and be careful, but never be afraid to wander.” He nodded as he took them on and then off the freeway a short while later. Another reason to choose the place he had. It was close to his place.
Around a corner and into a lot he went. “Here we are.” His place was a small one, a one bedroom house and mostly still unchanged from the neighborhood norm. “I’m still making it my own space, so it’s a bit generic right now.”
He led the way from the car and into his house, which was... well, generic. A furnished house, mostly in neutral colors. “My studio is back there, and the bedroom there. “ he had draped sheets on his main chair and his sofa and he grinned at her. “We can do this anywhere you like.”
Elizabeth looked around curiously. Her grandparents’ home and Rogue’s house had more personality, but she wasn’t there for personality. Well, not ambiance anyway. It was Remy’s personality that drew her.
She smiled shyly and took her coat off. “Let’s go to your studio. It’s bound to have good lighting and I want to be able to see all of you.”
She put her coat on the couch and picked her bag of prints back up. “After you, mon ami.”
Remy smiled as he led the way, and turned on the lights in the study as they entered. This was a warmly lit room, one half filled with a work desk, with a computer and sketching and coloring areas, and the other half filled with a backdrop, and various scenes and paintings, sketches and posters, used by him for inspiration. One could look through them and find almost any backscene.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
Elizabeth looked around curiously, smiling at the reference materials and inspirational artwork. “It’s nice.” She wondered if she would have a dedicated art room someday. How did one go about becoming a professional artist, anyway? “So how do we do this? Just start getting naked and go from there?”
She was an eager one, wasn’t she? “Well, that depends on what sort of art you want to make, if you still want to, or if you would just like to relax and be naked for awhile.” Remy grinned at her, arching an eyebrow, curious.
“I still want to,” Elizabeth said quickly, her eyes raking down Remy’s body. She felt so warm all of a sudden. “I don't know what you mean by art. I thought you weren't going to pose for me.”
“No, I’m not, but that doesn’t mean you can’t sketch while I am naked.” He chuckled, then nodded. “Maybe let me go first then.” He moved to the center of the room, and caught her eyes, then stripped, slowly but surely, his movements efficient and slow, but sure. He had pride in his body, and a sureness of it, and his smile showed that smirk as he slipped off his clothing.
Once he had stripped it all away, he moved and got out towels to put on seats. then nodded to her. “Like so?” His penis was flaccid still, but even so, he felt he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Elizabeth watched with mild astonishment as Remy disrobed. She’d seen drawing of men naked and she’d cared for her grandfather when he needed it but it was vastly different seeing a man comparable to her age suddenly naked before her. She was mesmerized by him for a moment, drinking in his body and finding that her own was responding to him. There was a warm tingling sensation between her legs and she shifted to try to ease the mild discomfort.
She didn’t want to break her promise so she tore her eyes away, laughing nervously. “Oh my. You’re handsome all over.” She set her portfolio on the desk and slipped out of her clothing. She was nervous so her hands shook a little and she nearly stumbled taking off her boots. Still, she persisted until she was as naked as her companion, though her face was a few shades redder.
Remy grinned, cheeks a tiny bit red. Experienced he might be, but that reaction was nice to see, and hear. “Thanks.”
He watched her slowly get naked, and he smirked, seeing her beautiful body be revealed. “Very beautiful, Elizabeth. Very beautiful, indeed.” He nodded to her. And grinned. Of course, his reaction was bolstered by the fact that his cock was hardening and growing as he got an eyeful of her body.
He handed her a towel, and put one down before he sat down himself. “Now, relax. Nothing to be self-conscious about.”
His compliments made her blush harder but she tried to relax. The way he looked at her and his body’s reactions only made the delicious and slightly maddening heat between her legs grow stronger. She fidgeted a little, swaying her hips back and forth. Finally she decided it would be best to sit down. There was less chance of getting into trouble that way. “Um, well, now I guess I’d like to see your art, if I could. That is one of the reasons I came here.”
“Of course.” He smiled and reached to lift several books of work and rose to hand them to her. “Each one is a different area. Sketches in one, coloring in another.” He smiled. “There is a wide variance of expertise, so don’t blink too hard at the early stuff.” Like most artists, his work had evolved over the years.
Elizabeth smiled at him and handed over her portfolio. “These are all the things I’ve been working on for my art school portfolio.” She opened one of the books and began to flip through it. As she studied the artwork her blush faded and her body relaxed. She was completely absorbed in examining the artwork and didn’t have time to be self-conscious or aroused anymore.
Remy took the portfolio and smiled at her, nodding as he looked at it, and nodded, seeing the work she had done and how she did it. He liked her style and said as much as he flipped through her work. He could see she had potential, indeed. “I think you should definitely study art when you can.”
“Thanks,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “My other options are music and engineering. I’m pretty good at both of those, too.” She chuckled a little, blushing in embarrassment. “Not that I mean to brag, of course. I just. . . have options. I want to be sure what I do for a living is what I really want to do. I’ve been confined for too long, I won’t accept the typical adult route of getting stuck in one place because it’s too scary to leave.”
Remy looked back down at the sketchbooks, and smiled. “I think you have talents, and that’s a good thing. Study hard, and you will go far.” He smiled. “Figure out what you want to do, and go for it.”
Elizabeth blushed again, nodding at him. “Thank you. I, um, is it okay if I kiss you?” She closed his book and folded her hands together in her lap. “I think I would like that very much.”
Remy shook his head. “I think that would be crossing a line, actually.” Remy shifted, shaking his head gently, a gentle smile on his face. “This isn’t a date, and we’re not here romantically. We don’t know each other that well.”
“Oh, I didn’t think-” She put her hands up, her stomach sinking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Remy chuckled. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Obviously you weren’t sure what the rules were. Now you do.” He nodded, smiling a little. “Just breathe.”
Elizabeth took a few deep breaths, then put her hands back in her lap. “I would like to get to know you. You’re a very interesting man and we have some similar interests.” She wished she knew all the rules so she could follow them. The feeling of things being uncertain was too familiar and uncomfortable.
Remy nodded. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you, either, but I think it should be as friends at first. What happens from there we can both figure out, together, okay?” He extended his hand to her.
Elizabeth nodded, taking his hand. “Okay. In that case I should probably get my clothes back on. My thoughts about you are nice, but they’re not friendly.” She said it lightly. It wasn’t an upsetting thing to be his friend, it was just a thing that was. “I’m still learning about dating and how and when it happens. Thank you for not being upset.”
Remy smiled, then nodded to her, and reached for his clothing then. “There’s nothing wrong with learning, and needing to learn, new things. I’m sorry if I misled you at all.” He nodded to her again as he began to dress.
“We can figure it out as we go, and if you have any questions, you can always ask me, even if it is by phone.”
“You didn’t. I just assumed that because we’d be alone and naked that it was romantic. Now I understand that’s not the case for you. Knowing the rules is so much better than having to guess them.” She nodded and slipped her dress back on, a little regretful and a little relieved. “I don’t want to do anything more than kiss until I’m married, or at least engaged, anyway. I feel like a certain level of romance is needed for that kind of intimacy.”
Remy smiled then. “I think we both have very different backgrounds. Learning what each other believes and thinks, and wants and feels, well, that is part of learning if you and the other person will get along, whether as friends or as romantic partners.”
Dressed, he settled back. “And that is your prerogative. I was raised with slightly different standards. And that is okay, too. Only by communicating can we learn.”
Elizabeth nodded. “You’re right. It’s okay if you believe differently. Honestly I’m learning that I’m in the minority and I don’t know if I’ll still feel that way later. I just . . . I mean the only way to explain it is to tell the whole story.”
Remy smiled. “We can talk about anything you like, Elizabeth. I admit to being curious about your life. “ He was willing to listen if she wanted to tell him. He wondered what had brought her to this place.
Elizabeth nodded and took a deep breath. “Please be my friend when I’m done talking.” Then she started to tell her story, as she knew it, including all the details she knew of her grandparents’ deaths, her confinement, and her desperate need to really establish who she was.
Remy blinked, then nodded. “Of course.” And he listened, nodding as she spoke, getting water for them at one point, and listening. When she was done, he gently clasped her shoulder and smiled. “You’ve been through a rough life. I’m sorry that your life has been so.”
Elizabeth sighed and sipped her water. She felt exhausted. “I just never know where the lines are. I’m grateful that you’re willing to point out where they are clearly. It makes me feel less freakish.”
“Well, like I said, I’ll be glad to give my opinions. I might say you should go talk to professors, and maybe counselors at college or a therapist. People who have more conventional societal ideas than mine.” Remy chuckled. “It’s important to try to understand other people and what they believe.”
Elizabeth sighed. “I don’t know. I’m trying to learn from the Internet but it’s not working terribly well.” She rubbed her face and looked up at Remy. “Thank you for listening. I’ve only told one person that story so far. You’re a good listener.”
“It’s hard, I know, but you can learn, and as I said, I’ll answer any questions you have.” He smiled. “You’re welcome.” He nodded to her. “At the very least, Elizabeth, you’ve got a friend. And friends listen.”