Remy Lebeau (lediableblanc) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-23 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Remy and Candy
What: Remy's return from Nowheresville, Montana.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Candy's apartment.
Rating: Mature. Unfy situations.
Status: Complete!
Remy had hauled ass from the airport. They’d wound up principal photography on the desert scenes that morning, and getting from Choteau to Billings to get a real flight had taken five hours on its own. He wanted to drop his shit and see his girlfriend. He didn’t have to work the next day, and he was going to make the time count. He was at her door now, trying not to bang on it more than once.
She’d been reading in her favorite chair, wearing one of Remy’s t-shirts (one that he’d griped about not being able to find and she’d kept as a joke) and a pair of black boyshorts. Candy could feel her heart jump into her throat when she heard the door open, praying that she wasn’t about to open the door and assault the UPS man. When she swung open the door, she grinned. “Thank god,” she murmured.
Remy laughed, chucking his bag inside the door, then wrapping his arms around her and kissing her firmly. He hoped she was able to kick the door closed from where she was, given he wasn’t letting go of her.
Candy wrapped her arms around his neck with a laugh, kicking the door shut and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I was worried I’d end up making out with the UPS guy by accident,” she grinned. Her voice was already breathy and she couldn’t help but deepen the kiss with a nip to his lower lip.
“If you like that, we can roleplay.” Remy managed between kisses. He carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and crawling on top of her. “Merde, I missed you.”
“I don’t have a thing for UPS drivers,” she grinned. She was still kissing him, her lips moving over his neck and ears. “I missed you too. But talking on the phone helped. Did you find that flash drive I put in your suitcase?” She arched her back against him, unable to keep from smiling.
“I did.” Remy smirked, sighing at her little kisses. “You’s a thoughtful, kind woman. ‘Cept I been lookin’ for that shirt.” He laughed, biting playfully at her collarbone.
“I kept it safe for you,” she murmured. “I was going to wear it a week ago, but then you left. Here.” She tugged the shirt off, tossing it at him with a smirk. “You have it back now. And I’m glad you liked it, I didn’t want you to dump me because our porn tastes are incompatible.”
“No, no.” Remy kept biting and kissing his way down, his mouth lightly running over her breast. “I figure there’s got to be some things I can do for you.” He caught her eye, smiling.
“Mmm, you’re going to help me with my application essays?” She grinned right back at him and ran her fingers through his hair. “I missed you. This too, but mostly you.”
“Don’t think I could be much help, but I will if you want.” Remy closed his eyes, sucking a bit on her skin. “I missed all of you, girl.” He smiled lazily, kissing down her stomach, spending some time just breathing in the scent of her.
His voice was enough to make her shiver, especially the languid, sleepy way he said it. He sounded dreamy and grateful, and it was a heady thing to have directed at her. biting her lip she grinned down at him, shifting her hips. “Next time you have to go away that long, I’m coming with if I can,” she laughed. “Maybe I can punch that guy you work with myself.”
“I’d like that. Our last shoot b’fore this one was in Cabo.” Remy grinned, lifting her hips and helping her out of her panties. “Froufy non-alcoholic cocktails” - just in case - “and swimsuits.”
“Lucky bastard, I’ve never even left the country.” She laughed a little and sat up enough to get his shirt off and jeans undone. “I do own a couple of bikinis I’ve never even worn. I always thought I’d go to the beach when I got here, but nope.”
“Never?” Remy helped her with his clothes. “That settles it; if we shoot in Mexico again you comin’ with me. It’s nice an’ restful.” He settled back down, nuzzling his nose against her skin, sighing. “You smell damn good.”
She shook her head. “Nope. I’ve never even seen the ocean except from the car.” She stroked his hair, arching her body against him for as much skin to skin contact as she could leverage. “I don’t smell good, you’ve just been around stinky men for a week.” To be fair she’d put on a little bit of perfume, but she always put on a little bit of perfume before she had company - not just him.
“Eh, six of one, half dozen of the other.” Remy used his tongue just a little, leaving a trail across her flat stomach. He reached between her legs, touching her lightly.
That made her gasp out loud, closing her eyes. “You should’ve messed with that guy more, told him I was fourteen. It’s what I do to people.” She grinned wickedly, but his fingers soon shut her up.
He wasn’t exactly interested in painting himself as a child molester. Remy just went quiet, soon replacing his fingers with his tongue. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he actually liked going down on her - she didn’t lay there like a dead fish. Any neck cramp he might get was usually worth it, given the noises she made.
Candy had been told she was too loud by the first guy who’d done this to her, but it hadn’t deterred her at all. One of her legs shifted so it was over his shoulder as she tugged his hair. “Mmph, someone is getting a blowjob in the shower later.” And that would be gladly.
“Mmm.” Remy knew humming was kind of playing dirty, but oh, well. He wanted to blow her mind, never mind the other bits of her. He closed his eyes, setting to. He liked the noises; he got off on it. It was as simple as that.
She couldn’t help it and bucked her hips slightly, tugged his hair when he brought her closer. She’d missed sleeping next to him just as much as she’d missed sleeping with him, but she figured he knew both of those things.
He did. Remy liked it when she bucked, though it took him a little by surprise. He slowed down, hiking her hips up a little bit to hit at a new angle. Preferably, he wanted her moaning.
She didn’t moan. She shrieked, little gaspy things because it took even her by surprise how quickly he could get her riled up. Her windows were open, letting in the slightly cooling air, and she figured everyone in her neighborhood could tell that Remy was pretty good in bed. Oh well.
He’d take the notoriety. Remy sighed, smiling. “Gonna get me off like that,” he murmured, speeding back up.
She managed to talk even though her mouth was dry. “Don’t do that, there’s better ways you can get off.” When Remy made her come it was usually good, but this was harder than usual, making her stomach cramp and her legs shake. After a while she tugged harder on his hair than usual, trying to get him to relent.
He finally stopped, looking up at her, unable to keep the smirk off his face. He’d always been the sort who needed headphones with his porn; her noises would have given him a hard-on all on their own, never mind the visual. “Hm?”
“Get up here,” she growled, grinning. She sat up enough to kiss him hard, nipping his lower lip, smiling all the while. His smirk did things to her, as she imagined it did things to everyone who had ever met him that wasn’t related to him. “You keep this up, you’re going to get into trouble.” She was in his lap, one hand idly stroking him.
“Is s’at so?” Remy couldn’t help his accent coming out lazily. “Maybe I like your sort’a trouble, bellechere.” He closed his eyes, going for a clinging kiss.
It was a weird turn-on, being able to taste herself on his mouth, but it was one all the same. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, meeting his eyes after a moment. “Good.”
He pulled her close, keeping his kisses light and lingering. Something occurred to him. “Putain. Ain’t got a condom.” Either she had a few or they could maybe risk it. He trusted her to know when it might be okay. Remy bit his lip, looking a little awkward.
Candy leaned back and reached out to open the nightstand drawer behind them. “Please, you thought I’d let you come back and not buy a few boxes of ‘em?” She fished one out of the drawer and handed it to him, smirking. “I’m on the Pill, but still. Better safe than sorry.” Her lips kissed along his shoulder and his neck, fond and light. “You’re cute when you’re sheepish, though.”
Remy laughed, smiling, eyes closed. “I came right from the airport. Wasn’t thinkin’ about much else.” He opened the condom and rolled it on, pulling her close, hand in her hair. He didn’t want to be clingy, but he’d missed her, more than he’d thought he would. She made him laugh.
“You’re lucky that I’m able to think while you have an erection. One of us has to.” She ran her fingers over his chest, more gentle than usual. “I missed you too, you know.” She’d thought about little else, and it had irked her. But it was nice to know it wasn’t one sided.
“Can’t think when I got a hard-on, girl. What guy can?” Remy laughed, taking her fingers and kissing them lightly. She was just … perfect. At least for him. He was honest, though. “Candy, you make me smile. Simple as that.”
She felt herself blushing a bit, and she threaded their fingers when she could. “Same here, Remy. Now make with the sex before we get too sappy to do it.” Tossing her hair, she grinned lopsidedly at him.
“Oui, mam’zelle.” Remy laughed, kissing her. He picked her hips up and helped her settle on top of him, letting out a ragged noise when she got comfortable.
She chuckled, but not for long. Eventually she shuddered when she felt their hips meet. Normally she’d have teased him about her being on top - blah blah, lazy - but she knew it wasn’t the time. This was more intimate somehow, and she rocked slowly, her eyes locked onto his.
Remy liked it, though he’d have expected it to be harder and faster. Slowing it down oddly suited him, though; he got to look at her and feel it all, too. He saw Candy catch his eye, and he smiled, hoping she would too. Sure, the sex was good, but he did genuinely enjoy her company. It was damn refreshing that she knew that, too.
Hard and fast was what Candy liked best, but this was nice too. When their eyes met she grinned, laughing breathlessly and leaning down to kiss him. He moved a little faster and she did in return, bracing herself on the bed on either side of his head.
It was all so carefree. Remy couldn’t remember a relationship (because that was what this was, he had to face it) where things were so mellow. He arched his hips up, feeling her shift to meet him, purring faintly when she did.
She chuckled in the back of her throat, gasping quietly when their hips met. She felt ridiculously connected in that moment, and she kissed Remy gently. They were relaxed, content, happy. She didn’t want that to end.
Candy was smiling, and Remy couldn’t help grinning too. He went a little faster, wondering if he could get her off as hard as he had the night he left. He really just liked watching her get off. He didn’t figure she could blame him.
Her eyes went wide when he really started to move and Candy clapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from shrieking again. Her free hand skimmed over his chest, leaving little red welts in her wake.
Oh, no, there’d be none of that. Remy laughed, biting gently on her neck, wanting her to scream even louder. He hissed when her nails dug in a little, but he’d had worse before. “Damn, girl.”
“What?” She was smirking down at him and eventually she leaned back to look at him. “I know what you like too,” she purred. It was fantastic fun to make his jaw go slack, to make his eyes shut tightly. She loved just watching him, just being around him and making him happy.
Remy didn’t answer in words, instead letting a low purr out as she scratched a little more. He gripped her hips and sped up even more, trying to drill that one spot that would get her off good and loud. It was that give and take, that sexy little grin, that had first made him want her.
Her eyes squinched tight and she gasped as she got closer, little moans that were breathier and deeper than her voice usually was. Gripping him tight, she was aware her fingernails were digging slightly into his shoulders and she made herself let up.
Honestly, he kinda liked it; Remy reached up and pushed her hand, wanting her to scratch more. It was a little shock to the system that he needed. “S’okay, Candy; almost - “ He sighed, whining a little, hoping she was going to go soon.
That was good; she’d been close for a while and he was giving her the go ahead to move faster and harder. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, moving harder than before. It made her rock harder against him, yowl a bit louder. She knew she was sweating a little bit but she didn’t care at all.
Oh, hell with it. Remy let himself go, holding her hips, a loud sigh escaping him along with the orgasm. He kept trying to move with her, though, figuring she’d go soon. She’d damn well better; he’d never get over the emasculation.
When he made noise she lost it, closing her eyes tightly and groaning his name. When they were both finished moving and panting, she smiled at him stroking his cheekbones. “You are entirely too good at this. Someone had a lot of practice, methinks.”
“You know that.” Remy breathed out, smiling, drained. “I ain’t never lied about that.” He shifted so they were on their sides, still happy. He couldn’t resist teasing. “You pretty happy about that, I guessin’.”
They were snuggled up together, and Candy knew exactly what that meant. Neither of them were huge cuddlers. “Oh, no, I’m not mad about that, I’m glad that you got all that practice in.” She nibbled his ear and grinned. “You’re wonderful, Remy.”
“I’m real fond of you, girl.” It was about as honest as he could be right then.