Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-13 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Cajun, c’mon, let’s go!
Who: Candy and Remy. (They need a mashup name. LeCandy? Quackenbeau?)
What: Fleeing!
When: Before quarantine.
Where: En route to Mexico!
Rating: PG-13 for naked shenanigans.
Status: Complete!
Remy was in the bedroom, packing a suitcase for himself as well as Candy. Her idea was the best damn thing he’d heard in weeks; and the sooner they got out, frankly, the better. He just couldn’t stand it any longer, being cooped up watching people wither and die. It might be selfish, but he would be worth more to people alive and able to think. Candy would be home soon - she’d said she had to go get some things - and then they could split.
She’d simply grabbed her textbooks - no reason to fall behind her first semester - and gunned the car home. She didn’t even stop the engine, just put the car in park and called him from the street. “Cajun, c’mon, let’s go!”
Remy heard her, laughing. “Comin’ now,” he called, going for his shoes. He grabbed the bag and locked up, bounding down the stairs. She was still waiting, and he tossed the bag in the backseat, looking in through the passenger side window. “Goin’ my way, cherie?”
Candy grinned. “Depends, what’re you gonna give me if I give you a lift?” She smirked and motioned for him to get inside, already itching to put the pedal down and drive. Already she was excited to have wind in her hair and be out in the fresh air.
Remy got in the passenger seat and kissed her cheek, pointing. “Oh, I think you know.” He laughed when she gunned it.
She laughed too, squeezing his hand and driving as fast as she thought she could get away with toward the border. After a few moments, she let out a breath she hadn’t known she hadn’t known she’d been holding and chuckled to herself. “God. I’m just glad we got out of there.”
Remy held her free hand, kissing it. “I am too … I feel like an ass, but I’m glad to go.” He sighed, settling back in his seat. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to Steve about coming here, but his friend is really sick. I don’t think he’d grudge us a chance to get out.”
“We’ll leave it super clean to make it up to him.” She nuzzled his neck, smiling broadly. Then her eyes went back onto the road, and she was glad she always carried her passport on her. She assumed Remy would do the same.
“Good idea.” Remy did have his passport, but he’d grabbed it from the desk as they left. “I won’t be such a bastard down here, I swear. M’sorry I was so grumpy.”
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize. I understand why.” She kissed his hand, slowing down a bit when the car in front of them did. “It’s not like you were doing it be an ass, Bright Eyes.”
“I know, but still.” Remy just held her hand. “I been kinda watchin’ myself, especially since all these weird powers coming out. I got to try not to charge nothing without thinkin’.”
“You know I think they’re good, right? You can use them for good, I mean. It’s not a bad thing. I’m not judging you or upset with you or scared of you.” Candy gently ran her fingers through Remy’s hair, lightly scritching his scalp.
Mm. Remy made a happy noise; he loved having his hair played with, as she well knew. “I know they can be good. Just don’t know how yet.” He cocked his head. “You heard of some homme named Scott? Wears sunglasses all the time? He said he dreamt of me before. Said he knew how to help with all this.” Of course, he had no idea if he’d ever meet the man face to face; he could be dead for all Remy knew.
“Yeah, he offered to help me practice with my powers. He said he knows some people who do magic.” Candy’d been practicing as best she could, lest she turn into a glowbug again and wake up Remy or something. “He seems nice enough, he works at the place where my friend Roy used to work. The kid who’s dating Zev?”
“Where ‘s ‘at?” Remy remembered Roy. “The place, I mean.” He hadn’t known it was a full fledged operation.
“Ranch somewhere, no idea. Just know it’s called Urdnot and they help out kids who’re in need of rehab. What’s her face is there. Not that we’d stay the night or something, he’d just work with us one on one.” Candy continued to toy with his hair.
“Which what’serface?” Remy chuckled. “And I dunno, a real nonprofit or whatever it is might be good. Better’n some fly-by-night thing. Place to lay low, too, if we need it.” He didn’t trust that people wouldn’t think he was a danger if they saw him and his eyes.
“Thea.” Candy smiled, scritching a bit more insistently. “If Scott just works with us one on one, it should be okay. If he dreams of you, he’d know about your eyes, right?”
“The dumb one who thought she could outrun a virus?.” Remy snorted. “Kid needs help. And in theory, oui, homme would know about my eyes.”
“Yeah, she’s … had a rough time of it.” Candy didn’t know the whole story, but the kid had ‘abused’ written all over her. She just didn’t know how. “So you don’t have much to worry about from him. And anyone who tries to hurt you is going to have to answer to me.”
Remy nodded. He didn’t know the Thea girl’s story; he just knew she was stupid enough to endanger other people. “Here’s hoping he’s still there whenever we get back,” he said quietly.
“I hope everyone still is.” Candy nibbled on her hair, sighing a little. “It’s just so random and upsetting and, I don’t know. I’m just glad you’re okay.” She could live through most things, but Remy dying? She wasn’t sure sometimes. She loved him.
“Why you think I said we should hole up?” Remy kissed her cheek. “I’d’a started losing my mind worryin’ about you if we didn’t.” He loved her, too. Probably more than she loved him. Which he’d deal with later on.
“That goes both ways, Cajun.” The sun was bright, so Candy flipped on her sunglasses, glad that her car had recently had an oil change. It was puttering along smoothly, and she hummed along with the radio as she drove.
Remy still felt a little guilty getting away from all the craziness, but it soon gave way to good cheer. They were nearly to the border, and he had his passport ready. “We gonna stock up on orange juice. I never got to make you any sangrita last time we was here.” He smiled at her, looking forward to a Corona for himself.
“Sangrita? Is that like a virgin sangria?” She cocked her head to the side, grinning broadly. “That’s why I like fruity girlie drinks now. You never miss the booze. I think someday maybe I’ll get some distance on this shit with my dad where I can have one beer. You know, one.” She’d never had just one beer in her life. Maybe one case, but not a singular beer. She kind of missed them.
Remy nodded. “You will.” He didn’t say it to be stupid or hokey; he just knew her willpower. “And yeah, sangrita’s basically the same with grape or pomegranate juice ‘stead of red wine.”
“Pomegranate, please. Nnng.” Candy curled her toes inside of her shoes, grinning. “And I know I will. I don’t think if my dad wasn’t a dick I would’ve ended up doing what I did. I just used booze to cushion shit.” Yet another thing to hate her father for.
Remy nodded. “I’d just go fuck somebody if I wanted to not think about stuff.”
“I did that too, but … sometimes I couldn’t get away. He locked me in my room a lot.” And barred the windows. She’d always counted her lucky stars he was only physically abusive. It could’ve been worse.
“Least he only did that.” Remy had wondered sometimes, but she’d have told him by now. Candy’s father was the only man he’d ever have happily and guiltlessly killed. He took her free hand again, kissing her knuckles. “Hey, look.” Up ahead he could see the signs warning that this road led to Mexico, and they were slowing down to wait in line at customs.
The line slowed them down to a stop, and she took the moment to reach out and kiss Remy. She knew that Remy felt fiercely protective of her, and she felt that way about him in return. She adored him. Someday, they were going to get married, she felt that in her bones.
Mm. Remy smiled, nibbling her neck just a little. “Glad we’re safe. Least for now, til the epidemic hits Mexico.” Hopefully she wouldn’t swat him for the joke.
“God, don’t say that,” she laughed. It wasn’t a joyful laugh, more a nervous one, but it was still a laugh. “I’m just glad we’re not sick. Quarantining ourselves where there’s water sounds like heaven, though.”
“Agreed.” They got through customs quickly enough, and soon it was only a few exits to Mazatlan. Remy sighed, consciously feeling himself relax. “I brought the essentials,” he said, “but might have to go get stuff in the village at some point.”
“I like going out down here. Someday I want to live by the water.” Candy sighed dreamily, knowing that she’d always been obsessed with the sea, but it had only gotten worse since she’d started to have the vivid dreams.
“Would you now.” Remy chuckled. “Think I’m too French to live in Mexico, though.” he kidded. “They’d toss me out.” She was smiling, and looking lovely, and he wanted to see if she’d either drive quicker or pull over. He hadn’t kissed her proper in a while.
“Yeah, they would.” She laughed rolling a window down to let the wind go through her hair. “Maybe someday we can go back to your neck of the woods. There’s ocean near New Orleans, right?”
“Right on the Gulf of Mexique.” Remy wrapped an arm around her. “Real ocean ain’t far though.” He started kissing down her shoulder, hoping she’d laugh. “I need to get there and flop out naked on the huge bed. Was gonna say the beach but don’t want sand in my ass.” He needed to feel free.
“Oh, Cajun, don’t fool yourself. We’re going skinny dipping first thing. I need some sun on my skin.” She wanted to be out in the sun and the sea and the air.
Remy laughed. “Works for me. I flop out naked in the water.” The exit to Mazatlan was on the left, and he couldn’t help but grin as she took it at speed.
“You’re cute when you flop out.” She grinned as well, kissing his hand and moving the car a little bit faster so she could zoom toward the house. And soon enough they were there.
Remy was out of the car almost before she’d stopped it, grabbing their bag and going up to unlock the door. “Enfin,” he murmured under his breath. Finally. “Come on, girl, let’s get in the water.”
Candy laughed, running after him, taking off her shirt as she went. Soon she was in just her bra and knickers, grinning at him, tugging his arm to get him to follow. “Come on, Cajun, you’re bein’ slow.”
Remy was down to just his boxer shorts a few seconds after he chucked their bag in the house. “Am not, you just warp speed.” He grabbed her and kissed her hard, hand on the back of her head, taking a deep breath afterward. “Fuck me, needed that.”
Candy didn’t care that people could see her half naked and snogging her boyfriend on the patio of his friend’s house. She needed it, needed him, and she only pulled away when she couldn’t breathe. “I usually take things warp speed. We did have sex on our first date, Bright Eyes.” She took off her bra, throwing it at him, giggling and running toward the beach.
“Worked for me!” Remy laughed, following her. He lost the boxer shorts somewhere between the start of the sand and flopping face first into the water, coming up with salty hair and a delighted grin. He felt free.
Candy’s panties joined his boxers just as surely as she joined him, riding the waves, letting them soothe her like a cradle. She was on her back, arms askew, legs akimbo, just enjoying the sun and the salt. Her grin was wide, her laugh easy. They’d both needed this.
Remy couldn’t help but smirk, dipping under the water. She was floating, and he grabbed her from underneath.
She would’ve squawked, but she was underwater. She was, however, grinning, and she reached out to snag his ankle as she was under.
Remy did squawk, but he was laughing as he came up with her. He grabbed her and kissed her again, resting his hands on her bum. “Mm. Fucking love you, p’tite.”
Candy beamed. “Love you too, Cajun.” She curled up closer to him, snuggling and wrapping her damp arms around him. He tasted like salt and that was enough to set her grinning.