Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-22 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Are you going to move to Mexico?
Who: Candy and Remy LeBeau.
What: Candy wakes up and her wish comes true.
When: Thursday afternoon.
Where: Their apartment.
Rating: PG-13 for boobs.
Status: Complete!
Remy had been relaxing on the couch as Candy had all but threatened him to do, but then he’d heard her fairly yelp. Carefully, he got to his feet, though the medicine was making him move slower than his injuries. “Candy girl?” he called. “You okay?”
Candy was standing in front of the mirror topless, poking herself in the breast with a cautious finger. When she’d gone to bed, she’d been her usual A cup, almost a B. Noticeable, but certainly not big. Then she’d woken up from a nap, and suddenly she’d noticed that laying on her back was uncomfortable as hell. Heading to the bathroom, she’d noticed that she had boobs. Not the ones she’d slept with, but … huge. And they felt real. She winced as she bounced in front of the mirror, whimpering in pain. “Son of a whore,” she murmured.
Remy came in, narrowing his eyes, wondering if they were playing tricks. “Where you get the tits, Candy?” He’d heard weird shit was going down, so he didn’t panic, but still. She looked alarmed.
“I have no idea.” Candy winced as they bounced again when she whipped around to face him. “They hurt, nobody ever said that they hurt all the time! I feel like I should get ice packs or something.” She put an arm under them to support them a bit.
Remy had to work hard not to laugh. “You going to be okay?” He gingerly pulled her close from behind. “What even happened? You looked like you always do when you brought me home.”
“Dunno, there were shooting stars, so I wished sarcastically for tits and uh.” She blinked. “Clearly I should’ve been … more specific.”
“I’m guessin’.” Remy laughed in spite of himself. He kissed her neck gingerly, given his face was still healing. “Ma pauvre. Do we even have any ice or somethin’? Or maybe can we find you some bras?” He wasn’t too proud to go get his girl bras, if he could keep his sunglasses on or something.
“I think it’ll be okay if I lay on my side. You’re being really nice about this. You know you can ogle, right? I mean, I wished for ‘em for you.” She reached out to take his hands into hers, putting them firmly on her newfound rack.
Remy laughed and gingerly squeezed. “Oooh.” Damn, those really were nice. He kept feeling. “Candy, I woke up two days ago with red eyes. Tits ain’t weird.”
“Your eyes are gorgeous. These fuckers hurt and I feel like I’m going to fall down. Stupid being top-heavy.” She winced for a moment after he squeezed, but then it wasn’t so bad.
“It’ll be okay.” Remy’s tone was placatory, running his hands over her skin. “I bet it just take a day or so to get used to. Until then, maybe I should be the one lookin’ after you.” He said it innocently, but he knew Candy would read into it.
Candy laughed. “Sick of me mothering you already?” She kissed his forehead, nodding consent. “Okay, but if you fall down, I’m gonna kick your ass, Cajun. Your drugs are pretty heavy.” Said the recovering alcoholic.
“Well, why don’t we get our shit together and just lie in bed all day?” Remy kissed her. “That way nobody gotta risk anything unless we fall in the bathroom.” And that shit really couldn’t be avoided if it was gonna happen.
“Sounds good to me. We can just watch TV and only get up to get food or go to the bathroom.” she smiled and nuzzled his neck. “Maybe we can take a shower later. You’d like that.”
Remy beeped her nose. “You smart today. We’ll shower together. Safer. In case one of us falls over.” He nodded sagely, chuckling.
“I think it’s more likely to be me than you now, honestly.” Candy took a few tentative steps toward the bed, moving to lay down. It felt weird when she lay down; her boobs moved.
He couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face. “I’m sorry, really. You look terrified.” Remy shook his head, leaning against her as they lay down. He kissed her shoulder, resting himself on his back first. “A night in bed will do us good.” Not like he wouldn’t be copping a good feel, but he didn’t want to go too far.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist letting her head rest on his shoulder. She supposed it was no weirder than when he’d woken up suddenly a brick shithouse. “In my dreams I’m not huge, I don’t know what’s going on. I can always get a reduction at some point, I guess. When you’re done with ‘em.”
Remy snorted. “You know I love you even if you was flat as a board, right?” He wasn’t complaining about the increase in boob real estate, but still, he meant it. Besides, her ass was fabulous. He kissed her forehead. “I ain’t saying that cause of the painkillers, neither.”
“Good, ‘cause you’re stuck with me flat as soon as I can afford getting rid of these fuckers. Ever have a kid sit on your chest? That’s what this feels like. Like someone’s keeping me from breathing.” It was like running half a lung short.
Remy kissed her again. “Well, now I feel bad.” He smiled, nuzzling her jaw and neck. “I wonder what other people wished for.” This place was just weird.
“You shouldn’t. Did you wish at all?” She kissed along his jaw, nuzzling closer to him.
“Nah, ain’t really put much stock in that stuff. Though now I just might.” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling himself closer to her rather than the alternative. “My face hurts.”
“I know, Cajun.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Want me to go get your pain meds?” She kissed along his forehead due to it being less injured.
“I can get it.” Remy shook his head. “Ain’t dizzy, just sore.” He got up, going back into the kitchen, though he did take his time. “You want anything?” He grabbed them both bottles of water, waiting for her to reply.
“I’m fine, nope. Kind of getting used to ‘em slowly but surely.” She was still bouncing and jostling them carefully.
Remy got what he needed and came back in, ogling appreciatively. “Girl, you gonna make it hard not to cop a feel. I been tryin’ to be good.” He sat on the side of the bed, opening the water to take one or two more pain pills. “Putting my face there would probably hurt both of us.” As much as he hated to admit it.
“Ogle! Ogle away, you still have hands.” She grinned and reached out for his hand that he wasn’t using, pulling it over and putting it on one of her sudden, newfound boobs.
Remy smiled, still not going overboard. He got a good old fashioned grope, kissing her neck. “You take care of me real good,” he told her, wanting to make sure she knew he was grateful. Just … distracted. “I can’t believe you got this crazy-ass wish comin’ true.” His free hand rested on her flat stomach.
She shrugged, closing her mismatched eyes. “I didn’t think it would, or I’d have wished for free tuition until I graduate.” That got her to laugh at her own joke, and she blinked when her boobs moved. “Seriously?”
Remy did his best not to laugh. “Maybe you can wish for em gone?” It wouldn’t be the end of his world.
“Already tried.” She wrinkled her nose, moving to lean against him. He was warm, and she was sure that he wouldn’t mind being a boob shelf for a while.
“Bah.” He didn’t mind being a boob shelf in the slightest, and gingerly pulled her closer. He kissed her once more. “You know, once I can go out in public, I really will help you shop. Or hit the post office if you order shit. Least I can do.”
“You could go out in public now if you weren’t all doped up. Are you worried about getting scars? Because I don’t care, Cajun. I just don’t.” Candy laughed, shaking her head and kissing his forehead. “You don’t care about mine, and that’s part of what makes you awesome.”
Remy shrugged. “I don’t mind a scar or two,” he said, nuzzling a little. “I mind needin’ a few more layers of skin. I dunno, I look all … shiny.” Maybe he was being overdramatic, but his weird red eyes didn’t help. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to those.
It was like she could read his mind. “You look gorgeous, and you’ll get that back. And for the record, your eyes are beautiful.” She kissed the lids, knowing he was probably most self-conscious about those.
He was. Remy grumbled slightly, but he did appreciate her. “Least I got you, girl.” He smiled, brushing her hair back. “Funny how quick I got used to tellin’ you je t’aime.”
“I’ve never said it to someone I’m not related to.” She bit her lower lip and smiled at him. “Never ever.” She didn’t want to say it to anyone but him, either.
Remy smiled almost bashfully, and then went ahead with an irresistible impulse. “Hey. I know it’s early, but I wanted to give you part of your Christmas present now. It’s kinda time sensitive.”
“Really?” Candy blushed, running her fingers through his hair. “All right. Just as long as you don’t sulk if I give you your present on Christmas. It’s getting finished right now.”
“Nah. Just … things a little weird right now, and this maybe make you smile.” Remy got up, going back into the main room to get his jacket. He took out the rental receipt for the car he’d snagged - a Dodge Charger convertible, nothing too pussy - and the picture of his mate Johnny’s condo near Mazatlan. He came in and handed the papers to her, hoping she’d smile. Lulu hadn’t finished Candy’s swimming suit yet - shit, he’d have to deal with that - but it would work out.
She sat up, blinking when he handed her papers. “What’s all this?” She looked at the rental receipt for the car and bit her lip, then her eyes went wide at the condo. “Are you going to move to Mexico?”
“No, you idiot.” Remy laughed. “Told you I’d take you there, didn’t I?”
Candy’s jaw dropped. She really wanted to jump on him and snog him, but she couldn’t snog him on the mouth. Instead she jumped on him and wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. “Oh, LeBeau,” she murmured, eyes immediately misty.
Remy closed his eyes and just stroked her hair. “Five days, just you an’ me. And Johnny’s place isn’t in Mazatlan the city, it’s outside it a while, so it’s pretty private.” It really was a present for him, too - five days to recuperate in the sun, with his girlfriend, good booze and all the sex on the beach they could handle.
“You’ll get to recover while we drink rum and juice and we can wander around naked and oh, god, I finally get to swim in the ocean.” Her eyes lit up and she leaned back. “You know how much I dream of the sea. I don’t - this - “ She paused for a moment to think of what she wanted to say. “This means a lot to me.”
“It crossed my mind, oui.” Remy smiled warmly, fondly. “Just wanted to keep my promise.” She was luminous right now. Even prettier than usual. One day, if this keeps up, gotta marry her, boy.