Who: Candy and Remy What: Sheer shock When: Sunday night Where: Candy and Remy's place. Rating: Mildly naughty. Status: Complete!
They’d gone to bed late, and between that and the weird dream, Remy didn’t get much sleep. He’d been tossing and turning, and Candy had grumbled at him more than once. Eventually he’d just sat up in bed, rubbing his face more out of pique than anything. His eyes, though, fell on something lying against the wall.
He got out of bed, padding naked over to the thing, taking it into his hands. It was a long, polished wooden staff - somehow, Remy knew, it was called a bō. He tried to swing it, and his eyes went wide when he was able to swing it in a full circle, swapping hands easily. “Fils’ putain!”
Candy had still been asleep until the casual profanity. “Mmm, you okay? Stub your toe?” Still with her eyes closed, she rolled over and grabbed his pillow, pulling it closer and smiling. It still smelled like him.
“Another dream.” That was a start, at least. Remy looked down at his hands, which still held the bō, and tried moving it again. This time, another step, the bō up to his shoulder, down, and another spin. “And my weapon is here. In my hands.”
She sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Your pe - oh holy shit that wasn’t a euphemism and what the fuck have you been doing when you work out?” He’d always been strong and muscled - she’d considered him a walking fantasy - but suddenly he was even more firm.
“Not bōjutsu, that’s for damn sure, and I shouldn’t even know what the fuck bōjutsu is.” Remy looked spooked. “Why?”
“Bathroom mirror, Cajun.” She stood up with him, gaping even more visibly - and audibly - when he turned. “Holy squats, Batman.”
Remy turned to go into the bathroom and fairly gaped at the state of him. He’d always been in good shape, but he looked outright ripped. He’d had maybe a two-pack; now there were about eight. And he couldn’t see his own ass, but Candy had sure sounded happy. “The fuck?”
“Maybe it’s related to the dreams. God, I hope I don’t get any powers from my dreams. In my dreams my best friend is a fish person. I don’t even know what powers I’d get.” She wrinkled her nose, moving to sit on the counter near him.
“It is related.” Remy looked over at her. “Had a dream tonight that went more into killin’ that homme. I did it with some kinda … weird powers. I had the bō, but it was … electric. Or sommat.” He took her hand.
Squeezing it, she pulled him closer. “You know you’re not that guy, right?” Kissing his fingertips, she met his eyes. “You’d cry if you had to kill a chicken.”
Remy shook his head. “Still a weapon master, apparently.” He smiled a little sadly. “Still touched.” He kissed her gently. “I half think I’s turnin’ into that guy.”
“You’re not. Even if I do turn into a girl who frees fish people from slaves and can magic up a flying craft, I haven’t killed anyone either.” Even though she’d let go. Even though she’d have pushed Mendelson Shape in a heartbeat to his death every minute of every day.
Remy shook his head, raising an eyebrow. “That ain’t somethin’ you told me about. The flying thing, I mean.” Would she turn into something she wasn’t, if dreams were becoming real? He hated this.
She smiled. “Hey, hey, don’t look so upset. I already told you, even if I start flying all over tomorrow, I’m still going to be Candy. I’m still going to be the girl who thinks you cook everything just to watch me in pain, who laughs at all of your stupid jokes, who steals your bedding because you’re a cover hog.”
“Just don’t know what the fuck to make of it all. S’weird, you gotta admit.” Remy did have to laugh, though. “So, was my ass not nice before?”
“Oh, I know it is, trust me.” She’d been used to Remy having a swimmer’s build - rangy, lean, and muscled. Now he was stealthily a brick shithouse. “It was great before. Now it’s … well, it looks like it could kick my ass. I mean, literally, I think you could hurt me with it. We should try.”
“My ass as a weapon?” Remy chuckled. “You worry me sometimes, girl.” He loved her, though, and she damn well better know it. He worried.
“Hey, you can’t see it, but it’s … ridiculously perfect.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, smiling and running her fingers through his hair. “You’re still worried, huh.”
“Eh. Define worried.” Remy kissed her. “This place ain’t right. You know that. I just don’t know what might change next.” For all he knew, there’d be an alien invasion the next day. It was touch and fucking go as far as he was concerned. He needed his job, his apartment, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud, he needed Candy.
“Well, no matter what changes next, I’m not going anywhere. You’re kind of fucked, Bright Eyes.” She grinned. “Stuck with me until you tell me to get the fuck out.”
“Or til you tell me to get the fuck out.” Remy had to laugh. “One day you ain’t gonna boot my ass outta bed? I am not too proud to admit I had it done to me before.” Once.
“What did you do?” Candy grinned, tugging him closer for a snog.
“This woman started gettin’ on me cause I said I wasn’t no Christian. She called me a heathen and kicked my bare ass outta the apartment. When she was the one who invited me up for some good ol’ fashioned premarital sex.” Remy smirked. Karma had a way of coming around.
Candy laughed. “Well, she probably went to confess afterward.” Grinning, she nipped him lightly on the jaw. Bill Quackenbush hadn’t been much of a father, but at least he’d never dragged her to church to make a public display of his hypocrisy.
“Probably.” Remy closed his eyes. He was honest, if teasing. “Kind of want to have sex, but too scared I might hurt you. Bein’ all …”
“Huge and with sharp pointy bits and did you get bigger there too?” She grinned wickedly, poking him indiscreetly but not sexually.
Remy laughed. “You know that can’t happen; s’just some really good hoodoo.” He bit her neck lightly, smirking, but only a little. “Love you, p’tite. Gets me all paranoid, though.”
“You falling asleep built and waking up a brick shithouse shouldn’t be able to happen either, but it did.” She sighed contentedly at the bite to her neck, moving closer. “What gets you all paranoid, loving me?”
Remy nodded. “Sorta?” He murmured, sucking a little on the soft skin. “Crazy shit going on. Just don’t wanna lose what I got that’s good.” The job was okay. His friends, his acquaintances. Candy.
“LeBeau, you could grow extra arms. I’m not going anywhere.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. “You’re okay with me already being weird, dreams or no dreams.”