It's Never Just Dinner

Her phone vibrated and it was a most welcome distraction. Those meetings with the Avengers took forever long and she was so sick and tired of this particular topic. If she heard the name "Red Skull' once again, she was sure she was going to bang her head against the nearest wall. The Unity Squad's main goal was to retrieve the brain of Professor X from Red Skull. It was also the reason why she joined the Avengers. However, so many failed attempts to retrieve it were disheartening, not say discouraging.

Unremorsefully, she swiped the screen back to life while Captain America was addressing the team. He threw an annoyed glance at her and went on, ignoring her insolence.

"Are you back in the city? I could use a friend." She smiled broadly when she saw who the sender of the message was.

"Yeah, I'm kinda busy, though." She quickly fired the reply. She took a deep breath, capturing Scarlet Witch's attention. She mouthed 'X-Men' at her and stood up.

"Sorry, Rogers. Would you excuse me for a sec? I really gotta take this." She said as she made her way out without actually waiting for a formal dismissal.

Outside the meeting room, she dialed his number in a hurry.

"This better be good, Remy. I just got out of a meeting in progress because of you."

"Is that so, chére? Good to know I still got it." He spoke jokingly.

"Cut to the chase, Cajun."

"Bon, I… right now, I'm standing at a crossroads and I wanted your professional opinion."

"Professional opinion?" She couldn't hold back a throaty laugh. "What did you get yourself into this time, Remy?"

"I can't really talk about it on the phone. It's…er… business related, if you know what I mean. I was thinking we could do dinner. Tonight, maybe?"

She knew what dinner usually meant. All their previous attempts at dinner while they were on this 'we're only friends' phase ended with breakfast the following morning. That thought made her insides turn to jelly. 'What on Earth, Anna! Get a grip on yourself!' She commanded herself inside her head.

"So, what do you say?" He insisted, that sexy accent of his wasn't helping. "Dinner tonight?"

She breathed out slowly. He had played the I need a friend and you're it' card. She just couldn't say no. Besides, getting away from Avengers drama would do her wonders, she knew.

"Of course, sugar." Shame she couldn't see his lips stretching into that Cheshire cat grin.

Later in the evening, he texted her the address to a restaurant where she had never been before. She googled it and decided she could dress casually. A silky feminine blouse, a tailored jacket on top, a skirt and cute ballerina shoes would do.

When she arrived, he was already waiting for her at a far corner table. She almost stopped in her tracks at the sight of him. He was looking perfect! Just perfect! So sleek, so well groomed, she could hardly believe it. She felt she could have made an effort, but reminded herself that was not a date, just dinner with her friend. Who was she kidding? Not just any friend. That was dinner with her best friend! No one else had stuck around for as long as he did, no one cared about her and ignored her mental breakdowns as he did.

She joined him at the table, they greeted with kisses on the cheek. She was going to place her phone on the table but he reprimanded her with a 'nuh-uh', so she put it away in her purse.

"Sorry, sugar."

"It's alright. I'm just doing you a favor, really. You came here to have a pleasant dinner and talk to your Remy or be chained to the Avengers all night?"

"As much as I hate saying these words, you're right, Remy." She winked at him playfully.

Over dinner, he told her all about what was getting him so edgy and indecisive. It was not like him to feel that way and it bothered him to no end. On behalf of the guild, he had seen a potential new client about a retrieval mission. An elegant woman came to him representing a huge pharmaceutical company, interested in acquiring another laboratory's current work. Nothing new in that, the Guild took that kind of service all of the time. Industrial espionage, theft of a company's trade secrets and prototypes were a very lucrative business to the Guild, so he didn't raise a brow before accepting the job.

"However," He added, "Some information came to my attention, don't ask me how I got it, what they really want seems to be some research work on mutants' immune system and…"

"Don't tell me that…" She whispered.

"I'm thinking this is the latest attempt to screw us mutants over." He finished off, and took another sip of wine, narrowing his eyes as he studied her reactions.

"Why don't you have Beast take a look at it?"

"I can't. If I share this info with the X-Men you know they'll want to go crash, boom, bang at the laboratory. I took the contract, I'll have to fulfill it. Discreetly. "

"Remy, no, please, don't." She shook her head.

"Can you think of a better way to stop this than being the inside man?" He replied a bit annoyed that she still seemed to distrust him. "If it's not what my source thinks it is, I'll carry on with the job. If it isn't, then I'll have ways to learn exactly who's involved in such a project."

"So what do you need me for?"

"To say go ahead and jump, or who knows, perhaps tell me to hold it off."

"If you ask me, this smells like trouble."

"Exactly! I could send someone else, you know? That would be the norm, really."

"If someone has to go, I think you're indeed the man for the job." She replied quickly.

"That's why I love you." He said instinctively, staring at her red lips, one of her most attractive physical attributes. Mon Dieu, so plump, he thought. So tasty!

Blushing delicately, she tried to steer the conversation back to what mattered.

"So how do you know exactly what you're looking for? Have they sent you some intel?"

"They did."

"Where is it? Did you bring it with you?" She asked him curiously, shuffling in her seat, only to finally lean over the table so she would be closer to him. "You did, didn't you? Show it to me!"

"Of course, I didn't. It's somewhere safe." He eyed her closely, reading her reactions.

"Where? I wanna see it." She asked straight away. Curiosity and her flair for problem-solving took the best of her.

"I love your insatiable curiosity. But, go easy, chére. Not so fast, huh?"

He poured her another glass of wine which she took from him gladly, accidentally brushing her fingers on his as she did so. There was the buzz, the electricity when they shared even the lightest of touches. The heat between them ignited. They both tried to hide it, but it was there.

"Why can't I see it? I thought you wanted my professional opinion." She teased him.

"It's in my place." He said and before she could second guess his intentions, he scooted forward on the seat and kissed her square on the mouth. It took her less than a second to kiss him back eagerly.

"Woa! What was that?" She asked him the second their lips parted.

"You didn't seem to mind." He pointed out smugly.

"I'm not even going to try to pretend I did. But… what was that supposed to mean? An invitation?" He smirked at her. "Remy LeBeau, is this job even real?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, it is!" He got an eye roll as a response. It was not like he could really blame her for not trusting him, he was a notorious liar, she thought. "Yes, it is true." He repeated firmly.

"Okay, then. I trust you. So I wanna go to your place and check out blueprints and the info you have."

So after dinner, they headed to his apartment. During all the ride in the taxi, they talked about trivial matters. Once inside, he excused himself to get his laptop and other things they would need.

"Chére, if you see where I keep this stuff, you know I'll have to kill you." He said playfully and winked at her.

"Humpf! As if! I'd like to see you try!" She commented, turning her back to him. While he was gone, she curiously scanned his living room. Their picture was still there at his desk, she realized. She bit her lip as memories of them together flooded her mind. Unexpectedly, a hand was placed on her hip, startling her. She turned around to find a shirtless Remy LeBeau behind her.

"Chére! Sorry I made you all jumpy. It's here." He sat down on the sofa and patted the empty space next to him. She sat where he indicated, watching him curiously as he quickly typed codes on his laptop.

For the next hour, they analyzed everything he had in his possession, discusses pros and cons.

"I think it's a trap." She finally concluded. "But… if you can outsmart them, you could stop this shit going forward, which would be great."

He watched her in silence as if processing what she said. He was, however, lost in her eyes, but she didn't realize.

"This could be dangerous. I could take this to the Avengers, we could back you up, Remy."

"Non." He spoke firmly. She sighed. If he didn't allow her to take it, she couldn't just go and betray him sending it all to them anyway. She'd have to respect his wishes, after all, he confided in her, sought her out as a friend.

"Okay." She replied simply.

"Thanks. Really, thank you for listening and… caring."

"Well, glad I could help you. You've been nothing but a great friend to me, always there when I need you. I'm glad I can return the favor." He gave her a faint smile. "So, thanks for dinner. I guess I shall get going then." She said, standing up and smoothing out the creases in her skirt.

"Do you want to?" He asked quietly, standing tall right next to her.

"What?"

"To leave?" Only then she realized the desire shining through his eyes as he looked down at her mouth. Her lips looked so inviting to him, yet he didn't want to invade them. First, he kissed her cheek, and moved slowly closer to the sweetness of her lips. She knew it was pointless to resist, she wanted him too. Oh, the second she saw his top off, she just knew it was going to happen.

She lifted her hand from her lap and laid her fingertips gently against his cheek while they were kissing. He looked down at her and saw at once the misery in her eyes.

"You, swamp rat, showing off your body like that. You knew I'd want you… want you like crazy." Her mouth found his neck and she planted sweet moisty kisses there, making him moan lightly. His hands moved leisurely, deliciously, from her breasts to her hips and back again, never demanding, never intrusive. She welcomed his touch, she always did. He felt her begin to move with his hands, ardor glowed in his dark red eyes.

She stepped back and stared sexily into his eyes while she took off her blouse. Her eyes never leaving his, she unhooked her bra and let it fall on the floor carelessly. He made a slight move, wanting to touch her again but she shook her head.

"Be patient, sugar." She whispered, then she undid her skirt before her arms went round his waist and her hands roamed over his buttocks. She wriggled, and her skirt slipped to the floor. He voiced his appreciation. Her curvaceous body was divine, he thought. Her round perky breasts, tiny waist, that ass… There wasn't a single X-Man that hadn't dreamt of touching it back in the day.

He reached down and slid her panties down her legs, until they were off of her and he was on his knees, his face close to her sex. She caressed his hair while he reached her silky depths with his tongue, tasting and teasing until she was breathless and panting. She wondered for a second how in the world he got her from point A to B so fast. Just a minute earlier she was saying her goodbyes for the night.

He could not help being affected by her moans of pleasure. Just as that dazed look came into her eyes, he yanked her up and tossed her on the sofa. Her naked self stared back at him with hungry eyes, still panting, inwardly pleading for him to just go and end the misery.

"Remy…" was all she could manage to say. He knew what she wanted and took off his trousers and underwear. His erection roaming over her. She wanted to take him in her mouth but at the same time, she didn't want it to take any longer for him to enter her.

He had other ideas, though. She slipped two fingers inside of her making her squirm. With his thumb, he probed her clit, finding her weeping core. She cried out loud at the touch.

"Mmmm, chére. I think you're enjoying this."

"Remy, just…"

"What?" His teasing intensified, she was about to come and just couldn't answer his question. "Ohmigawwwd, Remy! I…I… I want you! I want you inside of me, sugar." She pleaded amidst the desperation of an intense orgasm.

When she regained her composure, she sat on the sofa, her hands found his member and she started to stroke him gently. She wanted to please him the way she knew he liked it, but greedy as she was for his loving, she wanted to get some too. She smirked at him as she decided she wanted the best of both worlds. It is a truly unique sensation to be giving and receiving oral pleasure simultaneously and he was the only man she trusted and had ever been comfortable with to do it.

"Lay down." She commanded, he obeyed immediately. She started kissing his mouth, then crawled over him like a lioness when approaching a prey. Licking her way down from his chest all the way to his groin until she set to work him eagerly while he didn't need to be told what to do. Soon enough, they drove each other to ecstasy.

She repositioned herself on top of him, her face cradled in the corner of his neck. He sweetly caressed her hair, then wound his hand in her long curls. Finally, he took her hand in his and led her to his bedroom. There, on his bed, every way they touched their two bodies fit. She was sweet with trust, he was lost and drowned. Lying side by side they could both feel all the long denied lust and love. Two lovers swept away on a passion tide.

It was two in the morning, and they were still at it. As she moaned at the pressure of the hard, swollen head of his sex pressing into her once again, she breathed out in his ear.

"Oh, Remy. It's never just dinner."

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If you liked this, please review. I'm thinking of adding other chapters to this, each chapter telling about one of the many times it was more than just dinner. What do you guys think?