A/N: I am so proud!! I reached 100 reviews that makes me so happy, I am glad people enjoy this little bit that I am writing. I am suppressing so many other little stories (songfics, one shots, novelettes) so I can finish the crap I am currently writing. I would like to announce that this is the Second to last chapter of this "Masterpiece" (wait's for applause . . . ) I know, it came as a surprise to me too, but I realized I was just dragging it out because I didn't know what to do with it.
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(Psyche & Telepathy)
;Flashback;
Disclaimer: I totally own Marvel enterprise's, that's why it came out in the 60's or so and I was born in the 80's. I came out with Marvel before my mother was even born, so I obviously thought about it while I was in my mother's womb, who was in her mother's womb. I thought, "Hey I should come up with a comic book that has peoples with superhuman abilities. Let's call the people "Mutants" and name them for either their leader Professor X or the X Gene which makes them "Mutants." So please have all the proceeds of the X-men world come to me.
Chapter 11: Liaisons
Remy's entire body burned against me, sweat soaked through both our shirts. That first kiss was gentle, but his mouth became insatiable. He pushed me onto the couch and laid his muscled body across me, his hands caressing and clutching at the ball's of my shoulders.
His lips won't leave mine and if they do, I'll kill him. I don't want to breathe, who needs breath? His swift fingers follow the line of my throat, tracing my collarbone and pressing the hollow in the center.
I hummed in the back of my throat and felt it vibrate through both of our mouths. My hands gripped his sweaty skin and his warm lips devoured mine.
I feel like I'll burst if I can't breathe.
He pulled his head back and stares at me, his pupils are huge and his nostrils are flaring with desire. I felt like I would melt into a puddle of Rogue. I nuzzled my cheek against his scratchy chin as his hand's slid down my waist.
My fingers dipped into the collar of his shirt to feel his hot, smooth skin, my tongue darted out to lick the shell of his salty ear. He grunted and gripped at my hips. "Y'know it's me don't'cha Chere, dat it's me and you."
I nodded and buried my face in his neck, smelling that warm exotic scent that should be bottled and sold for millions. "Uh-huh." I mouthed against his neck, feeling the tendons tighten under my swollen lips. "Bon," He said, then shifted and dived for my mouth again. I parted my lips and his groan reverberated through his chest, vibrating against my breasts. Fire engulfed my veins, burning through them, unstoppable.
He wiggled against me and I could feel him pulsing, hotly against my belly. My hands dug into his sides as I breathed heavily through my nose, full-blown moans escaping my throat. His kisses were deep and open mouthed, like he was giving the breath of life to me.
And he was, I had never felt such sensations before, that of melting into another person, of wanting to ensure their happiness. Yet wanting to put them in a locket around your neck.
All I knew at that moment was that Remy Lebeau was mine. The other women he had been with didn't matter, from now on I was the only woman he would want.
His hand squeezed the roundness of my bottom as if he enjoyed its full weight. I slipped my hand up his shirt and explored the hard rolling muscles of his stomach, I wanted him beneath me, I wanted to run my lips over that glorious abdomen and smell the scent that lingered beneath his shirt. I wanted to run my tongue against his chest and make him wild for me.
He moved from my lips and attached himself to my neck, as he rolled my shirt up. He darted down and sucked the sensitive flesh of my lower stomach into his boiling wet mouth. I almost screamed out loud.
"Oy!" I felt the hard smacking of Johns palm on Remy's back as if it were me he were hitting. "OY!!" We both froze and took deep breath's. "Wha' de hell y' want, Viande morte?(1)" I looked out from under Remy, glaring at the man who just ruined the most wonderful moment of my pathetic life.
He scratched the top of his red head and asked," How long is it a'fore a baby comes out?" Remy stared at John for a moment, then flicked a card out and dived across the couch at John, who knew what was coming and started to run. "Je vais vous tuer!(2)"
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and let a frustrated groan reverberate through the room. If I could work my legs (or feel them really) I would chase down John and help Remy torture him. I couldn't kill him since Wanda stupidly fell in love with him and got knocked up. Unfortunately, I could only watch Remy's firm buttocks as he ran after John down the hall.
All in all, not too bad of a situation. Even if I desperately needed to jump into a freezing bath right now. I could still feel the warmth of Remy being on top of me, as if he had saturated me in heat.
I fell back onto the couch with a long sigh, images of Remy's flexing butt frolicking in my head. Wanda's head appeared over the back of the couch, an inquisitive expression on her face. It had been a shock to see her face devoid of make-up, but I was getting used to it.
Hubba hubba, groaned Evan at Wanda's beauty.
I pursed my lips as she asked, "Have you seen John?"
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For some reason Wanda was confused as I screamed unintelligible words at her. I was trying to communicate the fact that her boyfriend was an idiot who was ruining my life, but I am sure she already knew that. Since I was unable, Wanda was the one to stomp out of the room.
When I could finally get up, I headed for my sanctuary.
I put Poe's "Hello" in the small radio that I had in the bathroom, lit some large candle's and ran steaming water into the large tub. I poured lavender and fig salt's into the clear water and let the scented steam roll up to my face. As the water ran, I examined my face in the mirror and ran my hand along my jaw line, before I got into the tub I slathered on a large amount of "Queen Helene's mint julep" face mask.
I undressed and slid into the warm water, moaning out loud at the prickling heat. I leaned my head on the circular rim and stayed still, allowing the mask to harden before I ducked under the water and scrubbed it off.
Under the water I could feel the strands of my hair lift off my sweaty scalp, I had always had an intense connection with water. It caressed my skin in a way nothing ever had, it engulfed me in warmth and comforted me.
This was heavenly, if anyone disturbed me right now I would drown them.
Because Karma's a Bitch the bathroom door swung open and I screamed in frustration. Wanda jumped back in surprise, then approached me warily. "Did you know that your boyfriend chased mine up a tree and is now throwing things at him?" I blew my lips out and remembered the peace I felt a few moments ago.
Wanda crouched by the tub and ran her fingers through the water, the red glint of a ring winked at me from her left ring finger. Losing my mad, I grabbed her wrist, "What th' fuck is that?" I squealed, already knowing the answer. She bit her bottom lip, attempting to stop a grin from spreading across her face.
"John asked me to marry him." My eyes were wide as I stared at the small circular Ruby, it sat atop a thin band of gold. For once Wanda wore no other rings. "That's great! When did he ask?" She shrugged and took her hand away, "Before I moved in, but I thought he was joking." "And ya didn't tell meh, for shame."
"I was surprised," She argued, "I wasn't sure he meant it. And I don't want him to marry me just because of the baby." "What changed yoah mind?" She lowered her eyes to her hands and gave a small secret smile.
"He showed me the certificate of authenticity, the date he bought the ring was before I even knew I was pregnant."
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I sat in my bed at two in the morning, bouncing up and down in frustration. I hummed the theme song to "Green Acres" softly, clutching at my bed sheets, I wasn't going to burst into Remy's room and demand he ravish me. I WASN'T! He had just kissed me today, albeit, it was an amazing mind-blowing soul-tingling kiss which made me reexamine my life of self-enforced loneliness.
And he had that hot ass. It was hard and round and made me obsess about his lower body, which filled out his too-tight pants amazingly.
Good god, I was going to die from this heat in my belly, in between my legs. Stupid gorgeous Cajun boy was going to kill me with sexual frustration. "Green Acres is the place to be. Farm living is the life for me." God I wish I was Eva Gabor, she was so darn cool.
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I darted along the hallway to Remy's room, we never hung out in there but I knew where it was. I pushed open the door and allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness, for once in his hot Cajunny life Remy was asleep before four a.m. Then a large object flew at my face, I opened my arms in expectation and embraced . . . a soft, cushy pillow?
"What the hell?"
"Go away, Petite, Remy sleepin'." I hid the wonderfully smelling pillow behind my back, intending to cuddle with it later if Remy wouldn't hold me.
"Are ya kiddin' me! Ah came here to have wondahfully wild sex with you and yoah sleepin'!" I jumped up on his bed and poked him in the side, he swatted me with his hand, "Chere!" He whined, "I got trainin' at Quarte in de mornin' with Wolfie fo' tryin' t' kill John. I need sleep." I poked the side of his head, "Since when d'ya care about trainin' well with Logan?"
He huffed and buried his face in his other pillow, muffling his voice, "Since he noticed I had de hots fo' y' and has been tryin' to kill me without anyone knowin'." I nodded sagely, "Tough break."
I bit my lip and smiled in the dark, "So, ya got the hot's foh me?" He grabbed me around the waist, pulling me down beside him, he nuzzled his nose against my ear, snuffling loudly. "Sleep, Mon Coeur."
"Remy," I whined, "don't ya wanna fool around?" He hugged me tightly and murmured, "A'course I do Chere, now sleep." I huffed in annoyance, here I was, throwing myself at the largest woman monger in America and he wanted to sleep. "Don't ya want meh?" He silenced me by pressing his lips against mine.
I guess sleep wouldn't be too bad.
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When I woke up, Remy was long gone and I was curled in the remnants of his warmth. I burrowed my face into his pillow, sniffing up the smell of his shampoo, "Nummy." I whispered, he smelt so friggin' good. I never wanted to leave my position on that bed, he had one of those Swedish sleep beds that wrapped around you when you lay on it.
His cover was a thick quilt and since the air was starting to get cold at night I clutched it tighter to me. I heaved a large sigh, breathing in the last of his heady scent and forced myself into a sitting position. His alarm clock blinked a steady green '10:03' at me, I hadn't heard it go off at 4' that morning, it must be extremely silent. I pushed the alarm button so it would expose the set time.
It wasn't set at all.
Remy had once told me he didn't need an alarm clock to wake up, he would just envision the time for his body to wake up at before he slept and it would happen. I hadn't believed him, I had tried it and it didn't work. Hell, an alarm clock couldn't wake me up half the time.
I rolled onto my back, nudging my head into Remy's pillow. I had slept with him, in his bed, he'd held me all night long. I sighed and smiled, biting back a hysteric school girl giggle. Eventually I got up and washed my face off in his bathroom, when was Logan going to let Remy out of the Danger Room? 'What a stupid name.'
I stuck my head out the door, cautiously looking back and forth in the hallway, before sneaking out then closing the door behind me. When I got to my room I quickly washed and changed into a long-sleeved dark purple shirt and a silky black skirt. For a moment I considered putting my old make up on again, feeling so like my old self, but I didn't own purple lipstick anymore.
Instead I took out a tube of crimson lipstick and put it on, feeling strangely satisfied, almost as if I had spent a night having madcap sex with Remy. A knock came on my door and I floated over, in such an unnatural mood that I opened the door before asking who it was. Thorn stood there, in a 'Queen' shirt and army pants, his hair was pointing to high heaven and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days.
He licked his lips and said, "The Zorro series is playing at the discount theater today, you wanna go catch a few episodes?" I grinned, at the hospital once a month we got a movie night and they always showed us an episode of the original black and white Zorro show.
I nodded and tucked my hair behind my ear, smiling. The corner of his lips twitched upwards. He held out his arm, quirking his elbow to me, I slipped my arm into the crook of it. "Well Madame? Shall we?" I gave a small curtsey, "Thank ya kindly sir."
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We only stuck around the theater for a couple of episodes. The entire time the show played Thorns arm lay across the back of my chair, his body held in the same rigid position, like he was afraid that if he moved I would demand he get his arm of my chair. I didn't really care that it was there, but if his hand happened to move downward and tried to cup anything I would rip it out of its socket.
When we left the darkness of the theater and emerged into the blinding light of the outside world both of us began walking in silence to The Rage, his hands were shoved in his pockets and he shuffled along. I loved watching Thorn walk, he would crouch down a bit when someone was shorter than him, his shoulder's would roll forward and he would arch his neck downward. It was like he was trying to make himself as thin and invisible as possible.
When we stepped into the elevator Thorn bobbed his head at me, "So how are those voices in your head doing?" I bit my lip, "Being surprisingly quiet. What about yours?" He grinned, "Your 'Professor' put them in boxes." He lifted his hands in quotation marks around Professor. I snorted, "That's how he solves all extra personality problems, 'Got an extra voice? Put it in a box.' He figures they will eventually disappear, like a kid putting something under their bed. It is so fucking ridiculous."
He stood in front of the cashier, "Anger issues-much?" I hit him in the arm, "That doesn't even make sense." He pouted at me and rubbed his arm, "God, what's your damage Heather?" I rolled my arms and ordered a large hot coffee, "You watch too many movies, 'Heather.'" He ordered a sprite and I looked at him like he was a freak. He shrugged, "It's too late in the day for coffee." My mouth opened wide, "Never too late for coffee."
After receiving our order we sat at a low table with pillows piled around it. I took a large gulp of my hot drink (burning my mouth in the process) and leaned back. "You ever think about your parents, Thorn?" I asked, he took a deep breath and wheezed because he just drank some carbonated water (as far as I was concerned, that's all soda was).
"I try not to think of them. I just get pissed. I know they did what they thought was best by putting me in Red Rock, but afterwards they never spoke to me. It was like their duty to me was over and I was still a kid."
"What about you?" He said before sipping his bubbly, "Huh?" He rolled his eyes, "Your 'Rental's." I licked my lips and gave a snort, "Which ones." He looked down into his cup and swirled it with the straw. "The one's that mattered most." He mumbled into her soda.
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Thorn and I took the bus home, both of us sat in perpetual silence. I often thought about Mystique, if she still lived or was taken by some anti-terrorist group and tortured for information. I also wondered if she was the women sitting next to me on the bus, waiting for the moment to take control of my life. It would be so easy for her to do when I had a moment of confusion.
"I'm leaving." I looked up at him, "What?" Thorn plucked at his middle finger, "Your Professor is sending me to some place called "Muir Island," he said that the people there would be able to take my condition better, that it was something they could handle." I thought of Moira's son, how similar he was to Thorn, and how he had disappeared.
I put my hand on his shoulder, "Just don't run away from them, they can't help you unless you let them. And no power trips." He shook his head, "But why there, why can't he deal with me here?" I ran my fingers through my hair and got caught on a knot, "The Professor usually sends away people he can't help before they run away. That's been a problem, people's mutation's get out of control and they run away to . . . say the sewers and join a secret underground regime of freaks."
He blinked at me, "You'll visit me right?" I shrugged, I didn't really like island medical facilities.
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"Thought ya didn't want to talk to us?" John said, his hands crossed over his chest. I shook my head, I stood in the hall way staring at him, but something was ticking in the back of my head, something was screwed up.
"Ah nevah said that." Did I? When was the last time I talked to John? His eyebrow was raised, "Ya certainly act like it, always shoving us back, into boxes or rooms." I looked down, he had no lower body, it was just the paint of the wall. I closed my eyes and rubbed them vigorously, when I opened them he was gone. I was looking in a mirror, my own face staring back at me, I reached forward and turned it around, I couldn't catch my breath, my heart raced wildly.
Not again Not again
My ears perked as the sound of four softly stepping feet reached them, the absorption of Logan had intensified my hearing to that of a wild animal. Two people were walking towards me, I rushed around the corner and pressed myself to the wall, I didn't want anyone to see me as I broke down.
"Why she been gone?" I head Remy mumble.
"Why haven't you asked before." Logan bit out, "Or better yet ask her?"
I could almost see his nonchalant shrug, those thin shoulders lifting, then falling. "Everyone be steppin' round it, figured she wouldn't wanna talk bout it." Logan stopped, his body was heavier than Remy's, who stopped when he realized his 'Buddy' (when the hell did that happen?) wasn't walking with him.
"Ain't you an' her together or somethin'."
"Or somethin', Je ne sais pas.(3)"
"And you wanna know, but ain't asked'er."
"Oui."
Logan paused, obviously wondering if he should tell this Casanova about the mental deficiencies of a girl he was trying to woo.
"She couldn't control the remains of people she'd sucked up, the ones her power's took. They started controlling her, so she tried to off herself. We put her in a hospital for Mutants that need mental help. And now she's back and you're here, so what are ya going to do about it?"
Remy didn't say anything and it was so quiet but for the sound of my breath, I slid down the wall and clutched my arms around my knees resting my head between them. After about a half an hour I realized they were gone and that the wet tracks on my face weren't sweat but tears.
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I had never really thought about what people would think when they heard of what I had attempted. Their opinion didn't seem to matter not Mystique's, or Kurt's, or Scott's, Wolvy's or Ororo's.
The Professor's mattered least of all because I was always slightly suspicious of him, was what we were doing really making a difference with humanity's treatment towards Mutant kind? I wasn't sure. Mystique's teachings were more instilled in me than I previously thought.
At first I hadn't believed their opinion's mattered but one night sitting on my flat hospital bed I realized I was ashamed of myself, in the same way I was ashamed of Thorn when he came here. We were tainted and both of us going out into society would contaminate every other normal Mutant.
But what Remy thought mattered, it was an automatic thought. Maybe it was because I wanted him and was afraid that no one want's a women who is unstable, who isn't always present in the head.
I think it is a fear the female race is born with, that thought that 'He won't except me for all the wondrous awesome mystic things I am made of and I must hide them or else I will be construed as crazy.' So females hide themselves, even from their own minds, they became like Kitty who is so confused about what she should be. Because that girl is a genius, her brain keeps everything in it, but she thinks men want a dumb women so she acts it. I wasn't smart, but for some reason I had hid that aspect of me, that craziness because I was afraid of the male rejection. But now he knew and what was there to hide?
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I waited for him in his room, in the corner by the closet he had a chest board with wooden pieces all set out on a small table. I knew he and Piotr some times played, they would lock themselves in this room for hours and play this game. I barely understood it myself, only knew how to play it through the psyche's in my head. I cradled the Rook in my hands, all the little stones of the tower were caved into it crookedly. As if someone with little experience had made it. All of the pieces were like that, amateurish.
The door closed and the scent of cigarettes and spices wafted in. "My cousin, Etienne, made dat for m'. He was kept in while he was sick an' started carving, dat was de first t'ing he made." I closed my eyes as a pale face flashed before my eyes, hands covered in blood and a grave which said, "Parti trop jeune.(4)"
And that is when I started blabbing, everything that had ever happened to me. The police finding me when I was three, foster care life, being taken in by a sadistic family. Being trained by Mystique as some type of freaking weapon. All of it came out, even how I wasn't sure that I believed in the Professor's cause.
At the end of my outburst we both lay side-by-side on his bed, my breath left my body in huffs. He pulled me on top of him, his lips pressing to mine hard and I realized he wasn't going to tell me jack shit about his life. He sucked my bottom lip in between his lips and bit it, then released it. His lips caressed and rubbed against mine, his hands first clenching my arms than dragging down to my hips. Our lips battled, my hands went down his collar, clutching at the rolling muscles of his back as he rolled on top of me.
his hand was on the hem of my skirt and he began to tug it up, he pulled away and stared in my eyes, I wiggled in encouragement. He pulled my skirt up, exposing my bikini cut tan panties, his hands resting on my bare thighs. His palms were pulsing with warmth and rough with calluses, 'His power must be hard on his hands' went through my head. It was so strange to have someone else hands on my skin and for a moment I stilled, soaking in the feeling.
Remy pressed kisses on my cheeks, and nose, on my forehead and eyelids. He rubbed his bristly cheeks on my neck, I arched my head back to give him better access. He sat up and whipped his shirt off, every time I saw his naked chest my heart stopped. His muscles rippled underneath his skin, I placed my hand on his belly and the muscles there tightened underneath my fingers. I sighed as I traced a knife wound, he had many wounds on his body, I didn't ask why, I wanted to.
Heat radiated off of his body, soaking into my skin, he dipped his head back towards me, swooping in for my lips. He slipped his tongue in between and stroked it's velvety surface against my own, I sucked on it's little tip and he groaned deeply. His hand cradled the curve of my hip, squeezing luxuriously, like a kneading cat. My hands went between us as I whipped off my own shirt, I had taken my bra off early, it had been leaving marks in my skin.
Remy looked down staring at my pale breasts, the coral colored nipples, his hand reached up to caress the underside of my breast. My nipples puckered and tingles shot through them. His leg lay between mine and I kept clenching them to try and stop the tingling but the feel of his hard thigh pressed against me was driving me wild.
His mouth lowered, nuzzling the curve of my breast before moving up to the nipple. He parted his lips and sucked the tight bud in. I latched onto the lobe of his ear, biting it lightly or just holding it in my mouth with my teeth. I could feel him growing hard against my thigh, if I didn't want this so much it would be disconcerting. I rubbed against the front of his crotch, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He began grinding against me as well, sucking wildly. I groaned, pressing my face deeply into the dip between neck and shoulder.
Our bodies rubbed together tightly, my breathing was short and the moaning Remy was doing made my core even more wet. My body was shuddering uncontrollably when he pulled away I gave a little frustrated scream.
He reached for the straining buttons of his jeans and began ripping them off, following his idea I pulled off my skirt and panties. He stood to pull his pants off, stopping for a moment to stare at my nude form. "Mon Dieu." He whispered, his hand reaching out to stroke the curve of my stomach. I laid back on his bed and stretched out enticing him to touch me.
Remy pulled his pants all the way off and stood in front of me, I whimpered at the sight of him, long and thick. He reached into the bed side table pulling out a roll of condoms, he ripped one off and took out the small wet rubber ring. It was strange to watch him roll it on.
I tensed as he lay on top of me, but his lips soothed me, I was already so wet that he made quick work of pushing into me. The feeling was breath taking and not in a great way, it was like an extreme pressure in my abdomen and than a very painful pop when he was all the way in.
Remy was extreme lucky I didn't have nails because they would have been digging into his skin, he let out a toe curling groan into my ear, his mouth open and wet on my shoulder, "Tight, si serré. Burnin'." My hips gave a helpless buck at his words. I moaned in pain and tightened my legs, wrapping them around his hips and locking my feet together. The pressure eased a little and he began to move. Pumping into me hard, the ridges of the rubber condom rubbed my inside's, and the feeling was like itching a scratch that had been annoying me forever.
"Oh God, Remy." Burst from my mouth, all of a sudden it felt good. He moaned into my ear and his hand reached down, rubbing that little bud of pleasure as he pumped. Our sweat mixed together, the friction was driving me crazy, all I could think about was him, of the movements he was making and inside I burst.
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I hated him, I really did. Last night we had been together three times and this morning I was in tremendous pain. I lay in his bed wanting to whimper, but he was laying on his side next to me, his hand stroking underneath my breast. He licked his bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail, an amorous look in his burning eyes. I rolled away from him, groaning slightly at the throbbing pain between my legs, "No, Ah don't wanna." I said, closing my eyes and going back to sleep.
When I woke up I could hear the bathroom faucet running and Remy was stroking my arm, whispering, "Wake up, Chere."in my ear. The smell of Lavender wafted towards me from the bathroom as I reluctantly sat up. I hesitantly smiled at him, he lifted me up in his arms, holding me against his naked chest, "What are yah doin'?" I asked as he walked into the bathroom, he put me into the warm bathtub, a bottle of Lavender bath oil was on the edge of the huge tub.
"'Sat good Ro'?" I grinned at him, he turned off the faucet before getting in the tub behind me, after warming his hands in the tub he began rubbing my back, I leaned back against his chest when he transferred his attentions to my breasts. I whimpered a little when he kissed my shoulder. I turned around in his lap than wrapped my legs around him, I whispered in his ear and he reached over, picking up a condom.
Making love with Remy in the bath was euphoric, there was no pain and hardly any pressure. The tub wasn't full all the way but water still sloshed over the side.
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3 month's later
When she found out Wanda was murderous, she wouldn't even let John touch her, she ranted and raved at anyone who even looked at her belly. I finally cornered her in her room, John cowered outside the locked door and I banged on it until she let me in. When she closed the door behind me I looked at her, she was now in her fifth month and rather large, she had just gotten back from a doctors appointment and was huffing around her room.
I leaped onto the bed and she glared at me, "So," I asked, "What's th' problem?" She took a deep breath and then burst out with, "Twins!! That bastard put Twin Boy's in me, the family curse has settled on me. How the hell am I supposed to deal with three Johns!?" I looked at her slack jawed, then burst out laughing. Her face turned red with rage,
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The night Thorn left I waited with him for Banshee to drive up in his rental car, all Thorn had with him was a back pack and a copy of "The Stranger" That I had given him for the flight. We didn't say anything to each other and when Sean came through the gate with the car and parked the car in front of us I let him kiss me goodbye. I didn't think I would be writing him.
As I waved to the car driving away I got a choking tightness in my throat and kept trying to swallow it. It didn't go away until I let myself sob on my bed, Remy came into my room and curled up with me on the bed. His body wrapped around me, his arms holding me tight.
Than Wanda and John barreled in and piled up on the bed with Remy and I. John was bouncing on the bed and Wanda was trying to push him off, and the sobs became strange laughing hiccups.
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A/N: So the next chapter is the last, I will try and resolve everything that I think will be resolved.
I know Rogue is kinda of mean to Thorn but he represent's a depressing and confusing time to her, just as she represent's it for him.
My grandmother just died so I don't know when I will begin working on the next chapter or any other stories, so don't hold your breath on the next update's.
But please I beg you READ AND REVIEW. And if you want to complain about the punctuation and the grammar than offer to beta for me, and if you do send me a private message please.
Translations:
(1) Dead Meat
(2) I'm going to kill you
(3) I don't know
(4) Gone too young