Ficlet: Wistful Thinking (X-Men)
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ficwizeTitle: Wistful Thinking
Rating: PG
Remy watched her with hooded eyes. He knew her power and still… he couldn’t help himself. She moved around the kitchen, doing her best to ignore his presence, failing every time she cast little glances in his direction. He leaned back in his chair, not moving out of her way as she tried to walk around him.
“Do you mind?” She finally demanded of him.
“No, chere. I don’t mind.” Remy smiled at her slowly, his expression heated and her eyes widened.
“Ah don’t know what you’re thinking, Remy LeBeau, but stop it!”
“I’ll tell you what I was thinking.” Remy stood up and took a step towards her.
Holding out one gloved arm, Rogue pushed against his chest.
Moving quickly, he caught her hand and drew her towards him. Her mouth opened in surprise but she didn’t resist his gentle tugging. He put one hand on her hair, protecting himself from her skin, and leaned in towards her.
“Remy was wonderin’ what you would taste like, chere, if he could kiss you de way he wanted to.”
“No…” she gasped, but she couldn’t escape his grasp. “Ah might hurt you…”
“I was also wonderin,” he met her eyes with his own, red on black, “if it’d be worth it.”
He brushed his knuckles over her face, still shielding his skin with her hair.
“I think it might be, chere.”
A noise from the door jerked her out of his arms and away. Remy sighed and looked over to nod a greeting at Hank, even as Rogue, blushing slightly, abandoned the kitchen.
It seemed that he’d have to keep wondering for a while longer.
Word for the 15 minute challenge: Wondering
Rating: PG
Remy watched her with hooded eyes. He knew her power and still… he couldn’t help himself. She moved around the kitchen, doing her best to ignore his presence, failing every time she cast little glances in his direction. He leaned back in his chair, not moving out of her way as she tried to walk around him.
“Do you mind?” She finally demanded of him.
“No, chere. I don’t mind.” Remy smiled at her slowly, his expression heated and her eyes widened.
“Ah don’t know what you’re thinking, Remy LeBeau, but stop it!”
“I’ll tell you what I was thinking.” Remy stood up and took a step towards her.
Holding out one gloved arm, Rogue pushed against his chest.
Moving quickly, he caught her hand and drew her towards him. Her mouth opened in surprise but she didn’t resist his gentle tugging. He put one hand on her hair, protecting himself from her skin, and leaned in towards her.
“Remy was wonderin’ what you would taste like, chere, if he could kiss you de way he wanted to.”
“No…” she gasped, but she couldn’t escape his grasp. “Ah might hurt you…”
“I was also wonderin,” he met her eyes with his own, red on black, “if it’d be worth it.”
He brushed his knuckles over her face, still shielding his skin with her hair.
“I think it might be, chere.”
A noise from the door jerked her out of his arms and away. Remy sighed and looked over to nod a greeting at Hank, even as Rogue, blushing slightly, abandoned the kitchen.
It seemed that he’d have to keep wondering for a while longer.
Word for the 15 minute challenge: Wondering
