Raven is right in front of you (illbeanyone) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-04 13:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna marie (rogue), raven darkholme (mystique), remy lebeau (gambit) |
I did notice a high kingdom sculpture, just out in the open, with nary a security device to be seen
Who: Raven, Remy and Gambit
What: Raven and Remy share ‘tips’ while nude sunbathing and then Anna has to gouge her ears out.
When: Backdated to a few days ago!
Where: Remy’s house
STatus: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for gloss over sexiness, nudity, and naked cookie eating.
It was a fine day for sunbathing. Even if Remy had been turned down by Miss Sassy on the valar net, there was no reason to get all sulky faced or worked up about it. Better to tan one’s buns in the sun, than let that rain on his perpetual parade. And that was why Remy was up on the enclosed second-story balcony, where no one on the street below knew he only had a towel as his lone article of clothing, and he was going to have a nice sprawling out, not worry about skin cancer, and drink him some cold beer. Because that was his idea of a good time, at the beginning of August. Sure was.
Raven had come home from working a few angles, including trying to find a new place, and was in a mood. What that mood was was hard to say - she'd woken up with someone else's face, then turned blue, before turning back to normal. It had been after a profoundly disturbing dream set in pre-independence New England. Massachusetts she thought. Which had seemed normal right until she discovered she could steal peoples' shapes.
Shaking it out of her mind, she poured herself a drink, glanced out the window, and started choking. Recovering from her embarrassment, she set the drink down and smoothed out her hair.
Then she stripped, and stepped outside to join him.
More the merrier. Days like today required some tanning of one’s buns in the sun. So sayeth Remy LeBeau.
He gave Raven a lazy grin like an over-glorified housecat, and motioned with one hand toward a nearby lounge chair. The nudity? Pfft. Not bothering him one bit. He could enjoy the view, like he was staring at a work of art in a museum, that he was happily about to steal and escape with.
“By all means,” he drawled like even his words were in no rush to leave his lips, “Do have a sprawl out wit’ me, on dis fine summer’s day. How’s yuh work, ma’am?”
She did have an artistic body, she would have to agree with. Raven moved with all the grace and predatory intent of a tiger on the hunt, before she took a seat next to Remy and laid back in the deck chair, stretching slightly as she settled in, "Work has been lovely. I had a business meeting that proved to be quite fruitful."
There was even some insider information on a priceless sculpture in the gentleman's home, that she thought Remy might be interested in knowing about. What he chose to do with that information was entirely up to him. She'd gotten what she'd wanted - a list of contacts in the military-industrial complex.
“Aww, an’ all I managed to invest in was some statue of grinny guy wit’ a boner. I have been tryin’ to be good, lately.” He gave her a looking at, and added in a voice that was drizzled like syrup over pancakes, “Emphasis on trying. Mmm, sometimes it is so difficult, considering de sort of t’ings dat are paraded under muh nose. I must admit.”
Because damn, that was one fine woman. And damn, Miss Sassy was a prize worth waiting for but if she was not inclined to overtures, then a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. And Raven seemed more open to prospects and adventures. Even if she was a redhead and redheads are troublesome women.
"I did notice a high kingdom sculpture, just out in the open, with nary a security device to be seen," Raven replied, tossing her hair back and giving him a toothy smile. She had paraded herself, but she held no shame in her body, or in his. Besides, she had to make sure he was worthy of her daughter friend. Sort of a taste test. A delicious southern taste test, right out of the bayou.
Way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, and Remy did like fine cuisine. So the taste test metaphor was an apt one. Even if he had his eye on her daughter friend, there was no harm in dabbling since he was a free agent. After all, if one’s got an itch, sometimes it felt better to scratch it.
“Mon Dieu, dat’s no way to protect one’s investment.” That was something definitely worth checking into. There was something else that maybe they could both check into. “Maybe you can whisper de fine details in muh ear, Miss Raven.”
Bwahaha.
Raven certainly had a few itches that needed scratching. As if drawn by his words and delectable accent, she slipped off her deck chair and knelt next to his, running fingers lightly up his chest. Leaning in, she purred sweet nothings in his ear.
Nothings like an address, and what security company was employed.
He did like that. Not merely the information, that was shared, but those sweet nothings being purred like a sex kitten. Might as well share the wealth there. That was why Remy took that moment to lean in, slide his fingers over her arm and shoulder toward her neck, and whisper some sweet nothings in Raven's ear. Nothings that mentioned splitting the money one would make after acquiring said investment, and perhaps they should discuss business further in his bedroom.
Or, more specifically, in his bed.
His voice turned her spine to butter and her legs quivered. Raven bit back a groan, nuzzling Remy's hand and shifting on her knees.
It came out as a wanton growl, a little whispy and a little hungry, "Oh, I think we can come to terms."
"Ohh, Big O. Nice. I like coming to terms, negotiator," Remy said and laid kisses around the curve of her ear. "I do t'ink we should retire."
He stood up and held one hand out to her, to help her onto her feet. Or, hell, he scooped her up off her feet, because she was a lady, damn it, and should be treated thusly and romantically.
And they are off to the races. So to speak.
Unlike most races, the one who comes in second, wins.
It was the noises that tipped Anna off, as she came into the house. Something was up, and she was pretty sure it was Remy. And judging from that noise, Raven was real pleased with something he did.
She made a face, stomped into the kitchen, and started taking out baking materials. Her way to deal with frustration she won't admit to happening.
By the time cookies were out of the oven, the noises had stopped, so she gathered several on a plate and padded to Remy's room. The door was unlocked so she let herself in, "Ya'll woke up the neighborhood. Ain't never heard of a gag?"
"Well, it ain't polite to make no ladies gag," Remy said, rolled onto his side next to Raven and tracing a fingertip idly up and down between her breasts, like a painter wielding a paintbrush. He did have very expert fingers after all.
He also looked a little surprised that Miss Sassy - who had been so 'Well I nevuh!' on such a consistent level - was in his room, bearing cookies. But Remy wasn't about to raise no fuss, and that's why he gave her a sweet as pralines smile, and asked in such a manner that it was as though he was inquiring about the weather, "Dem cookies for me? Chere, you shouldn't have. Dey smell deeeee-vine."
Raven didn't even seem particularly bothered that Anna had barged in. She purred, moving against his finger, "You should have come in sooner and joined us."
That elicited a face from Anna, who was trying very hard not to stare at Remy's fingers, chest, abs, ass or any other part of his anatomy. She edged closer to the bed and held out the plate, "Well ah figured y'all worked up an appetite, an' ah had the urge, so to speak."
"Merci, Anna," he said in a very reassuring manner, while ceasing his painterly finger motions long enough to take the plate from her. "If you have any other urges, please make sure to let me know. I will gladly indulge."
He held the plate down for Raven to take a cookie, lest he eat them all himself.
After-sex cookies in bed? Bliss.
Raven plucked a cookie and delicately nommed on it, while giving Anna a smoldering look, "That goes for both of us, Anna Marie."
"Ah am quite..." She started to reply, swallowing as she got a good glimpse of Remy as he took the plate. Faintly, she finished, "Ah am quite sure ah do not want to indulge, thank you."
Her face was now the color of Raven's hair.
"Well now, I am quite sure dat I want to," Remy cheerfully and lazily replied - the drawl apparently got worse after sex - and took a big bite of the cookie, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes and chewing like he was savoring a delicacy. All while smirking.
No one's sure if he meant if he wanted to indulge in the cookie, in the 'both of us' part, or just Anna.
It was vague. Just the way he liked it, because it left all options open and available.
With a squeak, Anna turned to flee, running into the door-jam, stumbling, and then making it through the door. Not without further incident, as evident by the sound of crashing as she fled back to the kitchen.
Raven took a cookie and commented, "She still hasn't told me why she took herself off the market. I've seen that girl in action. Rwar."
"...is dat so," was his reply, spoken with the greatest of ease. Remy appeared unaffected on the outside, but inside his head, the wheels were spinning and he was quite thoughtful. And being so thoughtful, that meant he'd eventually sweet talk it out of Anna what had happened, somehow or other.
As Raven started to nibble on Remy instead of the cookies, Anna was oblivious to any machinations on the cajun's part. To escape her mama and her sort of roommate and the sounds they were making, she pulled on her new swimsuit, and went to investigate the pool.