It's been an eventful past couple of days. Mostly ups, with me joining Stormy and Beast in Washington to sniff out a rumored shitstorm of worms in a can to give 'em a leg up against the Mutant Registration Act that's trying to pass (and holy shit, did we wind up letting a fuckin' cat out of the bag right there). Only downer had been the usual anti-mutant violence triggered after blowin that shit wide open. Seeing as how both Stormy and Hank have very obvious physical mutations, they'd been easy targets, and naturally, I'd also jumped into the fray. Luckily, those Friends of Humanity assholes tend to be real predictable, so we'd seen it coming, and none of us came out of with more than a few scrapes and bruises.

All in all, I'd call it a damn fine little trip, especially considering the attention I'd gotten from a real cute brunette EMT at the scene, which had lead to a good time nailing her soon after.

Speakin' of real cute brunettes, of course, she's crossed my mind a time or two since I was last with her. In fact, I been thinkin' about that last time quite a bit since I got home a couple of hours ago. Kind of hard not to after belly-flopping into bed and getting a faint little whiff of oranges to remind me of the last time I had her here.

It hadn't been just sex the other night. It hadn't been much more than that, but I hadn't just mindlessly screwed her like the times before, either. Naw, I'd been stewing in my head for the better of three weeks, and then I'd fucked it all out between her legs, took it out on her cream-smooth hide with my hands, my teeth...

And she'd felt me, taken it all, begged for more, and right before passing out afterward, she'd jokingly asked if she'd managed to kiss it all away after all. Don't think I've ever kissed a girl so hard as I'd kissed Anna right then. "Now, you have," I'd flirted, and she'd smiled, rolled over and promptly gone to sleep.

I hadn't stuck around, left as soon as she cut the first snore a few minutes later. Hadn't seen much reason in staying, and distance had seemed like a real good idea at the time. It still is, but as per usual when it comes to that woman, I can't ever just leave shit alone, and now, I'm sitting in my apartment, considering my options for the night, and of course, she becomes one of them.

Considering my options... heh, who am I kiddin'? Why grab some ass somewhere else when I can chase down some of the best sex I ever had instead? Shit, I never really do stop thinkin' about her, anyway, might as well go for another night.

I mean, when going for another night means brain-blowing orgasms that I feel in my fuckin' toes, there really ain't much of a decision to be made, neh?

I'll sort out the complicated shit later on. For now, I'm keepin' it simple, and gettin' off where I can get it best.

"Remy, wha-mmn-the hell...mmn... are we...mmmn...doin'?"

"Kissin'?" I murmur against her mouth between kisses, trying like hell to distract her as I back her up toward her bedroom, because honestly, she's asking a question I don't want to try answering right now.

Like, what the fuck was I doing, hittin' up that little bar again for instance, hopin' she'd be there tonight? What the fuck was I doin', gettin' all excited when I'd stepped in and saw her sittin' at the bar, already waving me over? And just what the fuck was I doin', sauntering right on over, flirty grin and all charm ready, like this was all the greatest idea in the world?

I don't do shit like this. I can tick off at least a dozen reasons right off the top of my head to not seek out women a second time, let alone a fourth, and even if I was so inclined, I surely wouldn't go at like this, with an idiot's grin and no plan in mind past gettin' it in again.

It don't seem like having plans in mind has done me much good when it comes to Anna, anyway, yeah?

She tears her mouth from mine. "Sugar, we can't keep doing this," she pants out, then pulls my face down for more.

"Uhm-mmm," I hum into her mouth, sliding one of my hands over her ass, fingers lightly runnin' up just under the hemline of her shorts.

"I mean, you were- mmmnam -supposed to be- mmmm - just a one night stand."

"Mm-hmm." She still has a handful of my hair, and she ain't at all shy about pulling on it for another kiss. Me, I'm only too happy to oblige.

"We weren't ever supposed to see each other again."

Heh, about that... "But we did, and so here we are, yeah? You gettin' cold feet on me, chere?" I tease her. I know she ain't, hell, with the excitement in her eyes, in her breathing, and the arousal spiking through my empathy, not to mention the fact that she's yankin' me back down for another kiss soon she's done talkin', she wants this every bit as much as I do.

I kiss her hard, deep, and that sends her other hand snakin' up over my shoulder, nails lightly scratching... dammit, I can't kiss her hard enough, can't crush her body any closer...

I grab the back of her thighs and pull her up, causing her to yelp into my mouth. "Legs, chere," I growl out, nipping at her lips before crushing them again. She complies, wrapping those long, long legs around my waist, her arms tightening around my neck.

I quickly make it to her room, and toss her into the middle of the bed, climbin' in after her. The whole time, she's watching me with those bright eyes, a flush on her cheeks, and she's got her lip in her teeth again... Mon dieu, I'm gonna fuckin' ruin this girl tonight.

Planting my hands on either side of her face, I lean down and kiss her again, settling in between her legs. I give her a good, hard roll of my hips as I bite her upper lip, making her gasp my name. I do it again, just to hear it again.

"Mmmn...Remy?"

She's absolutely gorgeous after I kiss her, her breath jagged, her lips all swollen, and I can already see her chin reddening up from where mine chafed her. I start moving along her jawline toward her ear, honing in on that sensitive spot that makes her go nuts. "Hmm?"

"And y-you can't just... ohhh lord, do that again, sugar," she moans out slowly, her body arching as I rock into her again, the same time I lick right behind her ear.

"Mmm-hm," I hum into her throat, kissing my way down, down over her shoulder, a nip at her collarbone, a lick under the line of her shirt... oranges again, she smells like oranges... tastes creamy smooth, a bit salty with sweat, and added to it all is that beeswax chapstick I've got all over my mouth now.

I roughen up on her, hands running down to grab up her thighs and yanking her up into another thrust-

"Hey. Hey."

That ain't a tone to let pass, and it makes me stop short and pull back to look at her.

"I'm serious, I can't keep runnin' into you. It always ends like this, and this is gettin' out of hand, sugar." She leans up, licks at my lower lip, kisses me, then flashes me one of those grins that make me go a bit weak in the knees, adding, "so, pick another bar. That one's mine."

Laughing, I kiss her quick and hard on the mouth, then trace fingertips along the little bit of skin showing where her shirt rode up. She's ticklish, and it makes her snort and flinch a bit before she tightens her arms around my neck and yanks me down. I'm gonna eat her alive, she keeps at me like this.

"How 'bout this, chere, let's you and me do what we do best, then we talk about who gets the kid after we split if you want, yeah?"

"Oh god, ohhhh my god, Remy," she breathes, arching her back, one of her hands moving to the back of my head.

We're on our second go, and at present, I've got her legs up over my shoulders and my face buried between 'em, and fuck if it ain't a good place to be, gettin' a big, slow mouthful of her pussy is even better than I'd imagined (and I gotta pretty damn solid imagination, if I do say so myself, eh?).

What I sure as shit hadn't imagined was that I'm only one that's ever gone down on her. She'd blurted that one out after poppin' up on her elbows in surprise once she'd figured out where I was goin'. It'd taken a couple of nips and kisses in some ticklish places, and a couple of laughs to take out that blush on her cheeks and get her to relax enough to enjoy it. Couldn't help side-eyeing the fuck out of any of them boys before me for a second there, 'cause how the hell you gonna call a woman yours if you ain't even really tasted her?

She's definitely enjoyin' it now, all swelled up and getting wetter all the time, but I still ain't found that thing yet to make her come completely unglued. Slippin' two fingers inside her, I start rubbing that sweet spot of hers while giving her a rough, deep lick from my knuckles clear up over her clit. She gasps, and I do it again, making her rock up against my mouth and scratch her nails over my scalp. Again and again, doin' it over and over, then just over clit, firm, flat licks that make her squirm and nearly tear the hair out of my head to push my face in... Now, she's gettin' there, she's about to go, I can tell it by how she's rolling up her hips, tension tightening the muscles of her legs as she moves.

Me, I ain't quite ready to let her yet.

Backing off just a bit, I lick and kiss all around where she wants it, smiling against her as she attempts to steer me back.

"Dammit, Remy, go back, god, please, please, go back," she begs rough through clenched teeth, pulling my hair none to gently in the direction she wants me to go.

Chuckling low and thick, I suck her clit and curl my fingers up harder. She winds back up so fast, and it don't take her long to start crying out, her legs flexing over my shoulders, her heels digging into my back, and I keep going, working her over til she comes all over my hand, my chin, too. I keep on through the spasms, letting her ride it out, and once she's finished, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and come up, yanking her legs up over my hips.

Shit. Condom. Right.

I pull back and quickly take care of things on the protection front, and come back to her, hooking an arm under one of her legs and pulling it up as I slide in deep. Goddamn, she's so wet for me, and still a bit twitchy, and I can still taste her when I lick my lips...

"Christ, Anna..." and I start rattling off something in French, it don't matter what, she can't understand it, anyway, it's just that I remember her tellin' me she likes to hear it while I'm fuckin' her... "Mon dieu, ma cherie, ce que le baiser que tu fais pour moi?" I grit it out low and harsh above her ear, eyes squeezed shut, moving harder over her, the way she likes it... Jesus, she's already pulling up so, so tight...

It only takes her a couple more minutes to go, body clenching up hard and yellin' all about it in my ear, and then a few minutes after her, I'm blowin' up with her name choked out of my throat and my hands white-knucklin' bunches of the sheet beneath her. Another little bit, and I can breathe again, and maybe another half-second after that has me wondering if maybe, just maybe...

Nah, that line of thinkin' I got goin' right there ain't ever for this old boy. And if it was, I done likely shot myself in both feet with this one...

The fuck am I doin' here?

It's a little while later, and she's long since passed out. Me, though, I'm still up, thinkin'.

This girl, I can't get her out of my head. I leave, I fuck someone else, and still can't get her taste out of my mouth, her voice out of my ears. I just got done fuckin' her senseless, and damn me if my hands don't itch for that body again. Hell, I can't even look at an orange without getting a hard on anymore, no thanks to the addicting smell of her skin.

That ain't all of it, though. If it was, I'd have already fucked my way through half the borough by now and forgotten about her. As it is, I ain't had but a couple of women since I met her, and I sure as shit ain't anywhere close to forgetting about her.

I look over at her. She's balled up on the other side of the bed, facing me, her striped hair a wild tumble over her shoulder. She always does that after, rolls away. Most women don't.

Don't guess most women are trying to undo years of no touch, either.

I reach over and gently pull her up into my side. She jerks awake with a gasp, her whole body instinctively going stiff as she damn near shoves me out of the bed.

Well, shit, that backfired... "Shhh, girl. It's jus' me." I let loose the charm, let it smooth out and thicken my voice while I re-situate us, keeping my hands light on her the whole time. "It's jus' me, it's alright, yeah?"

She stares at me all wide-eyed, and I can feel her heart goin' about ninety to nothin' right out of her chest and into my ribs. Finally, "I startle easy, 'member?" She snaps out irritably, taking a steadying breath to calm down.

"Sorry, chere, I seem to be makin' a bad habit of scarin' the hell out of you, non? C'mere," I smile at her, guiding her head to my shoulder. "Lay y' head down and go on back to sleep. Promise I won't move another muscle. Might wet yourself next time, yeah?"

"Ass," she mumbles, but there's humor in her voice and a smidge of the tension leaves her body.

I rub the length of her back for the next little while, waiting til she relaxes fully into me, and it ain't til several minutes after that, when her breathing evens out and she goes limp and cuts the first snore, that I pull the charm back in and start to drift off myself.

It's while I'm laying there, dozing off and soaking up the feel of a now soft, sleepy Anna tucked up in my arm and under my chin, that I decide maybe, just maybe, it won't be so bad if I see her again, neh? After all, circumstances with the X-Men, that damage is done, all's I gotta do is tell her at some point (if it even comes to that), and it ain't likely to turn into anything for none of my past bullshit to catch up to, either.

I'll deal with all that as it comes, I guess. 'Cause I wanna see her again, and not like how we been doing things, just fuckin' around.

Nah, I like the girl, I wanna take her out. I know a place within walking distance, serves up some damn good pancakes, and even has decent grits and biscuits and gravy, too. It ain't anything impressive, and far from my usual way of doin' things (none of that shit'll work with her, anyway), but if I don't act fast, I won't get another chance, not with how she was talking earlier.

Pah! She's just a one night stand, my ass. Maybe not, no?

Ce que le baiser que tu fais pour moi? = What the fuck are you doing to me?