Remy Lebeau (lediableblanc) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-17 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Remy and Candy
What: Bad news.
When: Early Tuesday morning.
Where: Candy's apartment.
Rating: PG13. Language, a little naughtiness.
Status: Complete!
Remy had just gotten off work and he knew Candy would only have just arrived home from her shift. He rang her, hoping she’d pick up. He needed to pout. A week of location shooting? In northwestern Montana?
She was walking home from work, grinning when she saw who showed up on the caller ID. “Remy LeBeau. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He made her reflexively bite her lower lip and walk a little faster to her apartment.
“Can I come over? Or is it too late?” He couldn’t help but sound pouty. “Need to see a friendly face. Got some bad work news … still got a job, but maybe that’s the bad news.”
“Of course you can come over. This is like six PM for me, Remy, it’s fine. I’m just unlocking my door now, I’ll leave it unlocked so that you can just come in.” She dropped her purse by the door, undoing her hair from its ponytail and sighing. She could feel the headache she’d had all afternoon starting to ebb.
“I’ll be over soon.” Remy hung up and made tracks. He got there a little faster than he normally would, knocking before coming inside. He handed her her keys and flopped into a chair. “I gotta go outta town, chere.”
“Oh?” She’d been thinking of taking a shower, but his words made her pause, sitting on the arm of the chair and perching next to him. “You don’t look too happy about it.”
“It’s in Choteau, Montana.” Remy made a face. “Two hours nort’ of Billings. Middle’a nowhere. Where the men are men, and the sheep are nervous.”
“Just the ewes, rams kick.” Candy realized what she’d said, then laughed happily. “Sorry, I’m from a tiny town. Alden, Minnesota. We were at about 650 people when I left, so give or take. I know about all that stupid stuff. Do you have any winter clothes? They probably have snow already.”
Remy chuckled. “No, I never bought winter clothes. Have some long sleeved stuff though, and pants. You know too much about sheep fuckin’, chere.”
“Two older brothers,” she murmured to herself. “Well, you only need - how long are you staying, anyway? If you can wash stuff, two pair of pants and three shirts.” She slipped down so she was on his lap, leaning against him. “And a book.”
“Don’t know ‘f I can wash stuff, but ain’t a bother if I can’t. Book is a good idea.” Remy shrugged, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her cheek. “Usual. Toothpaste ‘n stuff.” Porn, if he could. “How’d the shift go? That Zevran come back ‘round?”
“Porn can go on your phone or your iPad if you have one.” She smiled at him, knowing full well what men needed when they left home for long periods of time. “He did, actually, he came by the bar to hang out. Nobody recognized him with his clothes on and his hair up in a hat, though. It was kind of funny.” She wondered why he asked, but the kiss on her cheek was nice.
Remy smiled, but only a little. “You gonna go out with him?” Just out of curiosity. They weren’t official or anything. She had the right. Just … he wanted to know, because it would damn well bug him.
She blinked, then laughed. “What? No, why would I do that? He’s all … chivalrous and kept calling me Miss and it was … strange.” She shook her head. “Nope. He tried to fuck me in the bathroom, but nope.” Besides, she only wanted to be with one person, and it wasn’t Zevran.
“He did?” Remy’s hackles rose, looking over at her. He shook his head. “You’d have kicked his ass if anything went to shit, though.” He wasn’t worried about her well-being. Remy kissed her gently, sighing. “I like you, chere. Don’t wanna go to nowherestown for a week. Terrebonne looks like Paris compared to petites villes like that.”
Her fingers toyed with the hair at the base of his neck, and she cocked her head to the side. “Are you jealous?” She’d never had a boy get jealous over her before, certainly not one like Remy LeBeau, and it made her grin. “I don’t want you to go either. But hell, there’s always phone sex, right? Unless you get a roommate. Oh, I hope you don’t get stuck with a roommate.”
“Dieu forbid,” Remy said fervently, laughing. She’d asked if he was jealous, though, and he had to fess up. “Maybe a little jealous,” he said, hoping she didn’t hit him. She was smiling. “I said. I like you. Ain’t got much to measure up to porn stars with giant cocks, though.”
“Remy, don’t make me punch you. Have you seen me? I’m tiny. Zev would end up hitting my spleen, and I’ve got stuff I want to do for a long time.” Mostly him. Moving so she was closer to him, she turned his head to meet her eyes. “Don’t worry, sailor, I won’t go around behind your back while you’re out fighting the good fight.” She bit her lower lip as she leaned against him, trying not to go too girlie on him. She liked him too.
“I’m touched.” Remy laughed, though he did know she meant it. He could just tell. It was probably time to grow a pair, wasn’t it. “So, um. We still ain’t seein’ anybody else. Right?”
“Of course not.” She smiled against his neck, kissing lightly. “Who else would I see?” There wasn’t anyone else who didn’t bore her anyway; nobody else who she wanted to spend time with in the way she wanted Remy’s attentions.
“You c’n start saying so. If you want.” It bugged him just how bad he wanted to stay home, to spend more time with her. He’d had a few too many crazy ex-girlfriends (and one ex-boyfriend) to be able to feel like this. “Don’t want no one else, Candy. Just sayin’.”
She felt her cheeks flush bright pink, leaning against him a bit more heavily. She felt like telling him to keep his options open, just in case, that she wasn’t that fantastic or anything. But she wanted to be selfish. She wanted him. “Well. It’ll give you something to look forward to when you’re gone?” Coming back to see her.
Remy managed a smile. “You make me laugh. That so wrong?” He kissed her, liking how comfortable she seemed to be. She didn’t even taste like bourbon tonight.
He made her laugh too, a bright, happy thing that she hadn’t done in far too long. “No. That’s not wrong at all. So, what sort of movie are you going to be working on?” She was already mentally making him a list of things she could get him that he’d probably forget. Guys always forgot stuff like socks, but especially in Montana October he’d need them.
“Alien picture. Why they always gotta land in the desert?” Remy cocked his head to one side. “Coupla gun battles. Little explosions goin’ off to mimic bullets ‘n shrapnel.”
“Don’t you know? Aliens love the desert. But that won’t be too bad, you don’t do the miniatures that have to get blown up, right?” She started to idly knead his shoulders, hoping to work out some of his tension.
Remy made what he knew was a thoroughly indecent noise. She had magic fingers. “I do explosions and fires. Some other sap does minis.” Hopefully he didn’t get any more plexiglass showers this time; their last location shoot had been somewhere nicer (Cozumel!) and he’d had a window blow up in his face. “I think I’m awful well adjusted for un homme that blows shit up for a living, by the way.”
“Oh, I agree with you, you’re pretty darn wholesome. And you don’t have to impress me anymore, you know.” She grinned and kissed his neck after her fingers moved lower. “I don’t know if I could bear making this beautiful miniature thing just to blow it up. It seems like the saddest job.”
“Can see that. And maybe I want to impress you.” Remy retorted, but he stopped talking when she dug into his shoulder with her thumb. “Fuck, Candy, ‘s better’n sex, right there.”
“How much more can you impress me, Remy? We’re already dating, and it’s not like I do that often.” She moved up a bit more so she was on her knees, digging harder into the muscle. “You poor thing, it’s like you’re sleeping in the woods or something. On a brick.”
“You been in my bed.” Remy managed, sighing. “Only other place I sleep is at work on the couch sometimes, in the break room. And I can impress you a few other ways.”
Leaning back, Candy grinned at him. “I have been in your bed, but let me guess. Break room couch is about nine times too small for you? You have to curl up weird?” She didn’t comment on his impressing her in other ways, knowing full well he did that on a regular basis as well. Instead she just kissed him, not their hard passionate kisses, but a gentle one that said things she wanted to say out loud but didn’t have the nerve to. Thanks for making my nightmares go away. Even if it’s just for a night.
Remy liked that, cupping her cheeks with his big hands. “Break room couch is just barely too short. Either curl my legs or have ‘em hang off the edge.” He chuckled, kissing her a little deeper.
His hands were calloused but gentle. She shivered against him, moving closer to him. “Mmm, dangling your legs isn’t good either, puts stress on your muscles,” she murmured. He tasted good and she couldn’t help but sigh happily. “Why the hell did you think I’d sleep with anyone else? For a smart boy, you sure can be stupid.”
Remy laughed. “I learnt, don’t you ever assume with les femmes.” He kissed her forehead. “You also don’t tell no woman what to do.” Especially not one like Candy, with a mind and a will.
“Okay, good answer.” She nibbled his lower lip before grinning to herself. “I kinda like you, Remy LeBeau. One day I’ll have to go thank those nuns.” She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently.
“Could go to Terrebonne one day.” Remy didn’t like the idea right now, honestly, if only because he wanted to go home to stay. But one day. He kissed her again, cupping her cheeks, settling her against him.
“Someday.” She closed her eyes, trying to imagine a day where she’d find a place that felt like home. Lately, SoCal had started to feel a bit more like that, but that was because she’d started to make more friends. Remy didn’t hurt.
Remy smiled. “Is it weird ‘f I say I wish you could come up with me?” Obviously, she wasn’t going to, and he’d survive, but he wanted her near. He liked it when she was near. He settled her on his lap a little more comfortably, tipping her chin up to kiss her again, just lightly.
“I wish I could too,” she murmured, and she meant it. She slept better with him around. She drank less. He made her feel safe. When he kissed her gently, she could feel her heart beat faster. Sighing, she pulled him closer. “You’ll have to remember socks.” She didn’t want the tone of the conversation to get too deep.
He chuckled. “Think I own a few pairs.” Maybe for formal occasions. It’d be good enough. Remy looked down at her. “Is it ok ‘f I stay?” It had been a few days, and besides, she seemed as though she liked having him around.
“Of course.” She cupped his cheeks to meet his perfectly clear, gorgeous blue eyes. “Remy, I like you just as much as you like me. You can stay here whenever you want.” She swung herself off of his lap, pointing at her bathroom. “C’mon, let me rub your shoulders in the shower.”
“Ain’t got to tell me twice.” Remy got up with her, following her back toward the shower. “Yours actually runs hot!” He opened the door, heading inside and starting to strip off his clothes.
“You have got to tell your landlord about that, it’s still not fixed?” She stripped as well, following him into the bathroom and turning on the water.
“Nah. I told him, but he ain’t interested in fixin’ much.” Remy made a face, but couldn’t help smiling a little wickedly. “You gonna hit me if I maybe tell his wife instead?” He had a talent for flirting; he knew that.
“Depends, is she gonna have her panties on when you do?” Candy was naked and a full foot shorter than him, but she was still fairly imposing. “If you two are both mostly clothed, I’ll run with it.”
Remy laughed, kissing her firmly. “She like, forty. Tries to dress like she twenty.” Honestly, she’d have been pretty if she dressed her age, but there was an age when a woman should stop wearing a miniskirt. “I promise you, I gonna keep my shorts on.”
“Good. Because I swear, if we just did all that emotion stuff for no reason...” She let her voice trail off, gently socking him in the arm before moving to stand in the spray. “C’mere, you get wet first.”
Remy let himself be pulled, but he wrapped his arms around her. “Candy,” he said, “you want to use the B word, you can. You just … I like lookin’. Ain’t gonna stop talkin’ to ladies or tellin’ em they pretty. But ain’t gonna touch nobody else.” He looked away. It wasn’t something easy for him to say.
Candy moved so that she was in his eyeline. “Hey. Being the b word doesn’t mean that your eyes stop working or that you stop watching porn or you stop looking at people with great asses. I’m right there with you. It just means you don’t get to touch them. And if someday this doesn’t work out for you, just tell me. Can’t say I won’t be upset, but hell. I can say that I tend to internalize upset. I won’t take it out on you.” She kissed him and then ruffled his hair. “You. Turn around.”
No, she tended to drink her upset, but Remy wasn’t going to take that on himself; that way madness lay. He obediently turned around, smiling a little at her hands on his back.
“Let’s stop thinking about shit that probably won’t happen. Let’s focus on getting that knot out of your back.” She worked hard to get that kink out, standing on her tiptoes to use her elbows and all of her strength.
Remy might have full on sexual groaned at that. “Maybe I should sleep in my car ‘stead of the break room,” he managed.
“Buy a cot,” she smiled. Then she kissed along his spine, wrapping her arms around his waist. She really was going to miss him. It wouldn’t be too long, he’d said, but she knew movie sets could take months.
“If I can afford it.” Remy sighed. Now he really didn’t want to go. “I want to quit my job and hire you to massage my back.” He turned back around and leaned down, pulling her close and kissing her. He deepened it, one hand in her wet hair.
“Mm, or an inflatable mattress.” She smiled when he turned around, her arms wrapping around him. There was something cosy about kissing the person she liked most in the world in the shower. Porn always made shower interludes seem sexy, but she thought it felt safe.
Remy smiled, sawing his lips to get his breath back. His back was bugging him a little, so he picked her up, resting her against the wall, still just kissing her. He didn’t quite know why he’d got so hung up on her, but he was, and that was okay.
She wrapped her legs around him but still tried to maintain their equilibrium so she wouldn’t put any extra strain on Remy’s back. She’d seen how it had been bugging him of late. Kissing along his neck, she nibbled happily, sighing against him. “When do you leave?” Her voice was low and breathy, the pitch she always got when she was turned on.
“T’morrow night.” Remy replied, sighing softly when she nibbled at his neck. “Ain’t got to work tomorrow.” She was doing something nice and he was trying not to get turned on, but sometimes you were just going to lose that battle.
“Good, ‘cause I’m making you breakfast.” She smiled, realizing he wasn’t listening to her at all, and simply rocked her hips against him instead. “If you want.”
“You’s some sweet lady.” Remy smiled, hoisting her up against the wall. He realized he didn’t have a condom, though, so he did the next best thing, figuring he’d get his later. He set her down, dropping to his knees.
Candy whined before she realized he wasn’t leaving, threading her hands through his damp hair and tugging. He’d get his eventually, when he was done with her, but she didn’t tell him that. She’d wait until he was in bed. For his back.