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#455: Smirk - Kat Lee - The Thief and His Queen - X-Men
Title: The Thief and His Queen
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Remy/Ororo, also mentions T'Challa/Ororo, Remy/Rogue, and Remy/Bella Donna
Rating: G/K
Challenge: #455: Smirk
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 848
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
The first time he gives her that knowing look and approving smirk, she's said something uncannily beyond what he thinks, at the time, are her years. It's the first time she's allowed him to see the insight that she holds and that she may be more than just a runaway child stealing to survive. He soon comes to know her true self, and even after she's returned to her true age, they remain fast friends.
Their friendship keeps her steady through their years more than she would care to admit, and she knows he cherishes their bond as well. Through innumerous battles and infinite close calls, through friendships and romances, through the world ending time and again, they remain friends. He leaves, she leaves, but they always come back home to the X-Men and to each other.
Every time when he looks at her again after they've been apart for a while, he wears that same look. He reads her as easily and truly as she reads the weather, and he's the only one who does. Logan comes close, but even he can only guess at what she's thinking sometimes. Remy always knows, on the other hand. He knows what drives her every breeze and thought, why the skies darken and why they shine bluer than bluer. Sometimes, the Cajun even seems to know her mood before Storm herself does.
He's always there for her. He never judges and always lets her be herself or, at least, as close to her true self as she dares allow herself to be. After all, a woman whose slightest whim could conjure a hurricane out of a Spring breeze must always control herself to a certain extent. Likewise, Remy never lets himself completely go. He chases after Rogue, he dances with Bella Donna, but he never gives either of them his entire heart.
He doesn't dare, having been hurt so many times by both, and yet he keeps coming back. She'd like to think he knows better, but she's certainly not one to judge and, so, she doesn't. She refrains her opinions of both women and how callously they treat her dearest friend's heart when he needs advice and when he just needs some one to share his load.
Often times, the women in Remy's life are the reasons why he leaves home, but somehow, Ororo instinctively knows when he's returning and is always waiting on their special place on the roof to greet him. She jests, when asked, that she can smell his cologne on the wind, but the truth is she just knows. It's one of the things about the bond they share: they always know when the other one needs them.
So she's not surprised when he's waiting for her on the roof of the school when she leaves Africa for what she tells herself that fateful night will be the last time. She's not surprised when he doesn't question her about where T'Challa is, why she's flying in this late at night, when it's almost sunrise, or where the ring on her finger has gone. He has no questions for her for he already knows before he ever looks in her eyes where there's been a light rain falling all night and thunder rumbling in the distance. He already knows she's hurting, and he's probably the only one who won't question anything she's done or any decision she's made since she left the X-Men or after or before.
He won't question her at all, and he simply stands, when she descends, with his arms open and waiting. "Remy," she speaks his name as if surprised, and it's only when he gives her that knowing look from his red eyes and the smirk to which she is so accustomed on his sly mouth. She's heard many women talk about Remy LeBeau's mouth: how charming it is, how kissable, how passionate. She thinks tonight only of how nice it is to see him smile before stepping into his arms and finally letting some one share her load.
The rain drifts away. The thunder ceases. The wind turns to gentle, night breezes. And still, she stands in the safety of his arms, two friends united again, neither daring to speak what else may stand between their hearts and both just oh so glad to be together again. If his lips brush her ivory hair, she pretends not to notice, and if she feels like a little piece of Heaven returned to him in his arms, he'll never tell.
But they do recognize how good it feels just to be together again, and both silently vow they'll never let the other one stray from their side again for long. They know they need the other not just tonight or tomorrow but for forever. Of course, time has a way of always eventually separating friendships but never for long with these two. Despite their differences, despite their placements in life, despite their other romances and friends, they always find a way back together again, and the thief and his Queen always will.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Remy/Ororo, also mentions T'Challa/Ororo, Remy/Rogue, and Remy/Bella Donna
Rating: G/K
Challenge: #455: Smirk
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 848
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
The first time he gives her that knowing look and approving smirk, she's said something uncannily beyond what he thinks, at the time, are her years. It's the first time she's allowed him to see the insight that she holds and that she may be more than just a runaway child stealing to survive. He soon comes to know her true self, and even after she's returned to her true age, they remain fast friends.
Their friendship keeps her steady through their years more than she would care to admit, and she knows he cherishes their bond as well. Through innumerous battles and infinite close calls, through friendships and romances, through the world ending time and again, they remain friends. He leaves, she leaves, but they always come back home to the X-Men and to each other.
Every time when he looks at her again after they've been apart for a while, he wears that same look. He reads her as easily and truly as she reads the weather, and he's the only one who does. Logan comes close, but even he can only guess at what she's thinking sometimes. Remy always knows, on the other hand. He knows what drives her every breeze and thought, why the skies darken and why they shine bluer than bluer. Sometimes, the Cajun even seems to know her mood before Storm herself does.
He's always there for her. He never judges and always lets her be herself or, at least, as close to her true self as she dares allow herself to be. After all, a woman whose slightest whim could conjure a hurricane out of a Spring breeze must always control herself to a certain extent. Likewise, Remy never lets himself completely go. He chases after Rogue, he dances with Bella Donna, but he never gives either of them his entire heart.
He doesn't dare, having been hurt so many times by both, and yet he keeps coming back. She'd like to think he knows better, but she's certainly not one to judge and, so, she doesn't. She refrains her opinions of both women and how callously they treat her dearest friend's heart when he needs advice and when he just needs some one to share his load.
Often times, the women in Remy's life are the reasons why he leaves home, but somehow, Ororo instinctively knows when he's returning and is always waiting on their special place on the roof to greet him. She jests, when asked, that she can smell his cologne on the wind, but the truth is she just knows. It's one of the things about the bond they share: they always know when the other one needs them.
So she's not surprised when he's waiting for her on the roof of the school when she leaves Africa for what she tells herself that fateful night will be the last time. She's not surprised when he doesn't question her about where T'Challa is, why she's flying in this late at night, when it's almost sunrise, or where the ring on her finger has gone. He has no questions for her for he already knows before he ever looks in her eyes where there's been a light rain falling all night and thunder rumbling in the distance. He already knows she's hurting, and he's probably the only one who won't question anything she's done or any decision she's made since she left the X-Men or after or before.
He won't question her at all, and he simply stands, when she descends, with his arms open and waiting. "Remy," she speaks his name as if surprised, and it's only when he gives her that knowing look from his red eyes and the smirk to which she is so accustomed on his sly mouth. She's heard many women talk about Remy LeBeau's mouth: how charming it is, how kissable, how passionate. She thinks tonight only of how nice it is to see him smile before stepping into his arms and finally letting some one share her load.
The rain drifts away. The thunder ceases. The wind turns to gentle, night breezes. And still, she stands in the safety of his arms, two friends united again, neither daring to speak what else may stand between their hearts and both just oh so glad to be together again. If his lips brush her ivory hair, she pretends not to notice, and if she feels like a little piece of Heaven returned to him in his arms, he'll never tell.
But they do recognize how good it feels just to be together again, and both silently vow they'll never let the other one stray from their side again for long. They know they need the other not just tonight or tomorrow but for forever. Of course, time has a way of always eventually separating friendships but never for long with these two. Despite their differences, despite their placements in life, despite their other romances and friends, they always find a way back together again, and the thief and his Queen always will.
The End