Choices

I haven't met anyone I cared for this much since Belle, he thought. 'An I didn't even realize it until she was almost gone! He shivered again, partially from the air conditioning that blasted through the house and partially from the fear.

He sat up, scratching his chest. He had to go to the bathroom. Slipping on his glasses, he left his room.

He was on his way back from the bathroom when he passed by Denver's door. He would have just walked by, but she called out softly, "Remy, is that you?"

"Oui," he whispered.

"Can't sleep either, eh?" she said.

"I do seem to be 'aving some trouble with that," Remy admitted. He looked into her room. She was sitting up in bed, wearing what looked to be a tank top.

"Wanna talk?' she asked, "I mean, there's no point in both of us just lying in bed not sleeping. Maybe talking will help us."

"Maybe," he agreed, walking into the room.

Denver had a queen sized bed, which she slept in the middle of. She moved over to one side and patted the free side. "C'mon, have a seat."

He sat down next to her, putting his arm around her. She snuggled up to him, putting her head on his chest. "Were you scared today?" she asked.

"Oui," he whispered.

"So was I," she admitted. "I knew I shouldn't have just gone into that group of people and started yelling, but I get so... frustraited. I don't want to run the world Remy, I just want a chance to live in it."

"I know what you mean," Remy said, stroking her hair. "One of the reasons I left my family in New Orleans is because I was afraid that my bein' a mutant would cause them problems."

"Oh Remy," she looked up at him, her eyes wide and sad. "I didn't know that. I'm so sorry."

"It is okay, Chere," he said, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. "No one asked me to go, I ran away so they wouldn't 'ave to make a choice."

"It's still sad." She cuddled closer to him. "Actually, why didn't you stay? With a power like yours, it would be pretty hard to mess with your family with you around."

He smiled. "Oui, but de problem is that I cannot always be around. What if someone decided to attack my father or brother an' I wasn't there to help them?"

"Good point," she agreed. "Still, that is quite an ability you've got there. Have you ever considered becoming one of those super hero types?"

He laughed. "Oh sure, Chere, I just join the X-men, no? Get myself a colorful costume an' march right up. Dey sure be glad to see me coming."

Denver giggled. "Yeah, now that you pointed it out, how does someone go about joining a super hero group? I mean, the X-men aren't like the Avengers, they don't exactly have a well known address. Hm...maybe they have a PO box somewhere that you can send a resume to?"

"Why not?" Remy agreed going along with her fantasy. "Your Mamma, she can help me write it."

"Yeah, but what are you going to call yourself?" Denver asked. "I mean, you're going to have to come up with a spiffy Super Hero name, aren't you?"

"Gambit," Remy replied.

"Wow!" She turned her head to look at him. "You sure thought of that one quickly."

He smiled sheepishly. "Well...I 'ave to admit...sometimes I 'ave wondered what it might be like to be...a super hero."

"Why Gambit?" she asked. "That's an opening Chess move."

"That's the first definition in the dictionary," he said. "The second is risky stratagem. Considering my power, not a bad name, no?"

"I guess not," she agreed.

He shifted himself so he was leaning against the headboard, and pulled her closer, so she was half lying in his lap. "Tell you what Chere, you and me, we can apply to the X-men together. You can be my side kick."

"Oh, sure," she snorted. "Thank you sooo much Remy."

"All right," he said, laughing. "Dat was nasty, I admit. You can be my partner, my equal."

"Yeah, right!" She gave a short, barking laugh. "Remy, in case you didn't notice, my power ain't exactly flashy or cool. I...heal....not exactly the stuff people look for in Defenders of Justice. I mean, what use am I? Put me in the front lines so the bad guys can tire themselves out by beating on me before the rest of the group gets to them?"

Now it was Remy's turn to laugh. "That would be the worst job in the world! If bein' a Super Hero pays anyt'ing, they better pay you double."

Denver twisted around so she was facing him, lying on his chest. "Yeah, and I've even got a name picked out for me. I shall be known as... Canon Fodder!"

They both started laughing. Remy put his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Denver, you are wonderful!"

"Me?" Denver feigned shock. "You're just saying that because I let you play suck face with me."

"Perhaps," Remy murmured, leaning over and kissing her softly on the lips. "But is 'dat so bad?"

She kissed him back, slowly tasting his lips. "Not bad at all," she murmured.

He shifted so he was laying down on the bed, pulling her on top of her. She separated her legs so they were leaning along his hips. All Remy was wearing was his underwear, all she was wearing was a tank top and panties. Remy swallowed. If it weren't for these two thin little pieces of cloth, we'd be.. He tried to chase this thought far from his mind, but it wasn't easy. Unable to control himself, his body started to respond.

As if she could read his mind, Denver kissed his ear and whispered. "Remy, please...."

"Please what?" he asked stupidly. For some reason, his brain was choosing not to function at this time. All his thoughts, all his reasoning had slipped down to the region below his waist, where Denver was gently pressing into him.

"I...I don't want to stop," Denver whispered. "We keep pulling back and tonight I don't want to. I want to know all of you, Remy. I..." she paused for a moment, and pulled back a bit so she could look at him. Her face was red. "I want to be a part of you...I want you to be a part of me... Oh, hell....Remy, I want to make love with you."

He stared at her, still unable to think. "A-are you sure?" he managed to stammer. STUPID! the part of him that was doing the thinking shouted in his mind. Don't give her an excuse to back out! Rip that damned shirt she's wearing off with your teeth and GO TO TOWN! His hands were already running along the bottom edge of her top.

"I'm sure," she whispered. "As...as long as you are...."

There is something you have to worry about, the last logical part of his brain told him. Something very important...what is it? "Um...what about..."

"My mother?" Denver finished for him. "She's sound asleep. Don't worry."

That was it! His mind told him. You 'ave the green light. All systems GO!

"So, Chuck, what d'ya think we ought to do about the kid?" Logan asked, leaning against the professor's desk.

Scott looked at Wolverine and scowled. "His name isn't Chuck," he snapped. "And you should treat him with more respect."

"Blow me, Summers," Logan growled. "I'm older than him and I'll call him whatever I damned well please. And no whiny little laser-beam eyeballed kid is gonna stop me."

"Both of you, stop it." The professor spoke softly, but his voice demanded respect. Scott and Logan looked at him. Logan might be half crazy, and abrasive, but there was a point in his life where he took orders and followed them. The professor thought. I can use that to my advantage when dealing with him. "I didn't bring both of you in here to fight, we have more important matters to deal with."

"I know that," Logan snapped. "I'm the one that saw the kid on TV, and called you, Charles." He shot Scott a look as he said the professor's name.

"We need to find him," Scott said, standing so straight he looked like he had a spine made of steel. "His life could be in grave danger. He needs to learn about his ability. He needs to be trained."

Professor sighed mentally. He is the son I never had, he thought. But sometimes he really should lighten up. I know this new team is rough on him. These people mostly came to us as adults, already set in their ways. He's trying to turn them into a team and that has to be rough on him, but I wish he would relax a bit. It will happen. "I agree with you Scott. Has Cerebro managed to locate his whereabouts?"

Scott nodded. "He's in Rhode Island now. In a place called Kingston to be exact. Funny thing is that Cerebro detected two other mutants in the same house." He motioned to a pile of computer printouts he'd placed on the desk earlier. "All the information is there.

"One could be the girl he was with," Logan offered. "The damned reporters said that she was a mutant, or believed to be one."

Professor Xavier nodded, looking over the reports. "I am going to attempt to contact him, before we send anyone out. I want to find out a little bit more about this boy." He closed his eyes and started concentrating, trying to establish a mental link.

Scott and Logan watched. Scott was concerned, as he always was when the professor attempted to contact a new mutant. Logan was just glad Chuck was traipsing around in someone else's mind rather than his. He hated anyone messing with his head.

Suddenly the professor's eyes snapped open and looked....almost...embarrassed. Scott rushed over to him. "Are you all right, Professor?" he asked. "Did you make contact with him?"

"Now is not the time to try and talk to him," Charles said.

Logan grinned. This was the first time he'd ever seen Chuck looking anything but calm, cool and collect. Wonder what the boy was doing that caused Chuckles to get all red in the face. Maybe the little redheaded chick clinging to him in the picture was more than just a casual acquaintance, eh?

"What is going on?" Scott asked. "Is he in danger?"

"No!" Charles said, a little too quickly. "He is not in any danger at this moment. He is just..." He wanted to let the subject drop, but he knew that Scott would worry about it, unless some sort of explanation was given. "He's involved in a rather...intimate moment."

Scott looked puzzled for a brief moment, then flushed bright red as he realized what the professor was implying.

Bingo! Logan thought, grinning. I was right! Good for him. He's young, might as well get it while he can, that lucky sonofabitch!

Kissing Denver tightly, Remy put his arms around her and rolled the both of them over, so she was on her back and he was on top of her. He pressed his hips into her. She arched her back and pressed into him, moaning into his mouth. She felt so warm, so soft.... it was all he could do to control himself. "Oh God!" he murmured, as he moved away from her lips to kiss her neck.

Her hands wandered up and down his back, touching him, softly running just the balls of her fingers up his spine. "Remy," she whispered.

"De-" he began and stopped.

She looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, momentarily forgetting what he was doing. I could swear someone was just trying to talk to me in my head! he thought. No, I must be imagining things. It's just that I'm too uptight about all of this. That must be it. He looked down at Denver. "Sorry, Chere," he murmured. "Now, where were we?

"Right about here," Denver said, reaching up and pulling off his glasses.

Remy froze again. He knew that at some point he was going to have to take them off, but he was going to reach up and turn off the light first. He knew it really shouldn't matter now, what his eyes looked like, she already knew he was a mutant, but he was afraid Denver might find them...repulsive. And at this moment, the last thing he wanted her to be was repulse.

Her own eyes locked onto his. "Remy!" she gasped. "Your eyes, my god, your eyes!"

"What's wrong wit' dem?" he asked, suddenly defensive.

"Nothing!" she leaned over and kissed his neck. "Why did you keep them hidden from me? Remy, they're beautiful!"

Her words were like matches on paper. All the fear, all the shock burned out of him instantly and once again, the passion he had been feeling pushed it's way to the surface. His hands moved to her breasts and he gently stroked them through the thin material that covered them.

"Oh god!" she cried, pressing her shoulders into the mattress and arching up to meet him.

Encouraged by her reaction, he took the edge of her shirt and started pulling it up. She twisted and turned, making it as easy as she could for him to pull it off of her. Quickly, he tossed it aside and looked down at her.

She flushed, a deep red. "I know that they look kind of..."

"Shh!" He whispered, leaning down and running his tongue over her left nipple. "Chere, they are magnificent."

A long, low growl escaped from her throat. She ran her fingers though his hair, reveling in the feelings. "Remy," she murmured, "I want to know all of you... please..." She moved her hands down, tugging at the waistband of his underwear.

He moved away from her and stood up to take them off. She watched him, her eyes taking in all of him. He looked at her, taking in the hunger that shone from her eyes. If I 'ad no class, I would take you right now, he thought. He moved back onto the bed, so he was kneeling between her legs. Gently, he pulled down her panties, sliding them down over her hips. She lifted herself off the bed, so he could peal them down, then lifted her feet so he could take them off completely. Her underwear went by way of her tank top, forgotten in a corner of the room.

"Remy," she half growled, half moaned. "Please... can't we?"

He reached over and gently started stroking at the softness between her thighs. "Be patient, Chere," he murmured. "You aren't ready yet....I don' wanna be the only one to walk away from dis wit' a smile..."

She bit her lip, arching her back, pushing herself into his fingers. She didn't know what she expected to happen, but she hadn't counted on this spinning sensation, this moist heat that took over her entire body. "Remy if you stop, I will die!" she growled.

"I have no intention of stopping," Remy whispered, leaning over and kissing her belly. Lightly, he continued to explore between her legs. His kisses trailed down moving over her, almost teasing her. She was gasping now, growling and moaning his name over and over again, like a chant or prayer. Her voice, low and rough with desire, drove him wild. Getting his head between her legs, he lovingly tasted her, sliding a finger inside her. Immediately, her muscles clenched, tightening around his finger. She was wet with desire, which encouraged him to continue stroking her with his tongue. Her head was moving from side to side and her fingers had left his hair and were now clutching at the sheets, twisting them into knots.

"Reeeeeeemmmmy!" She moaned his name, deep in her throat. "I...I...something is going to happen...oh GOD Remy...."

"Shh," he moved away for a moment, still stroking her with his fingers. "This is good, Denver, this is what is suppose to happen. Come to me, Chere. Please, let me give this to you..."

Her hips were moving, and her legs were trembling. What is he doing to me? she thought, gasping. I didn't know it was going to be like this! If I had I never would have wai.... Her thoughts stopped abruptly as the heat inside of her suddenly burst into flame.

Remy sensed what was happening and began moving the finger inside of her faster, pushing her to her climax. "Dat's it," he murmured, encouraging her. "Come to me, Chere..."

For a moment, there was nothing in Denver's world but his fingers and the heat. Everything, even time seemed to freeze and she would have sworn even the earth stopped moving. Then everything came crashing down and although she didn't know exactly what this was, she knew it was the greatest feeling she had ever had. At that moment, she was no longer a shy mutant teenager that felt out of place. At that moment she was part of everything, the stars, the ocean, the very cosmos. Her mind spun wildly out of control, for a moment, and she tried desperately to hold onto this feeling, to lock it in her mind forever, as a long, low, moan escaped her lips. Her back arched up and her whole body went ridged. "Yessssss!" she hissed. "Yessssss!" Then she collapsed, her body going limp.

Remy kept moving his finger, slowly now, helping her ride out the waves. Her body was slick with sweat, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. He couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. He'd never met anyone who reacted like Denver.

After a few moments, she pulled away and sat up. "Now?" she asked.

He nodded and started moving on top of her, but she pushed him away. He stopped. "Something wrong?"

She patted the bed next to her. "I said I want to know you. Lay down...it's my turn now."

Not quite knowing what to expect, he laid down next to her. She propped herself up on one elbow, and slowly began running her hands over his chest, feeling the skin as though it was important for her fingers to remember it. "Do you like this?" she whispered.

"Yes," he said, through clenched teeth.

Her fingers moved lower, running lightly over his stomach. A little lower, his mind cried out. Just a little lower Denver, you're drivin' me nuts!

As if she could hear him, her hands moved lower, her fingers tangling in his hair, taking it all in. She sat up, running her fingers lower, until they were touching him between his legs. Slowly she raised her palm, so she was stroking him with the balls of her fingers, trailing down the entire length of him and then slowly up the other side. Her touch felt like the wings of a butterfly, so light....

His brain threatened to leak out his ears. "D-Denver..." he whispered, his voice low and gravely. Any composure he might have had was gone. Garbage! his mind screamed, Think about garbage, maggots, anything but this...or you're going to lose it right here and now garbage....oh god!!

He groaned loudly, his body straining to meet her fingers. She smiled. "Do you like this?" she whispered.

Are you stupid his mind screamed at her. I feel like I'm going to die! He couldn't speak, and it took everything he had to nod his answer. She smiled, and leaned her head over. He could feel her breath, warm on his skin. Is she gonna...? he wondered.

She moved her head closer and slowly ran her tongue up the entire length of him. Remy's entire body tensed for a moment and he felt as though he was going to explode, right there and then. Now he was clutching at the sheets, twisting them in his hands. He wanted to speak, wanted to tell her she didn't have to do this, but his mouth wouldn't work. All he could do was moan softly. This response seemed to encourage her, because she took him into her mouth and started gently applying pressure.

"I-- can'...." he stammered, knowing that if she didn't stop soon, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

She pulled back and laid down. "Yes!"

He moved on top of her. Ice! his brain demanded as he fumbled around, Think of ice. Lots of ice. Think of the Antarctic!

"Oh God, Remy!" she moaned impatiently. Unable to stand it any longer, she reached between the two of them, and gently guided him so just the tip of him was inside of her.

Remy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Thoughts of ice weren't helping now. Another thought had occurred to him, as he slowly started slipping inside of her. "Chere' I don't wan...I don't want to hurt you."

"Wha?" Denver began and stopped. "Oh God, Remy, I don't have one of those. I lost it years ago to the uneven parallel bars! Don't stop, please, I want to feel all of you inside me!"

Knowing now that he wouldn't hurt her, he moved into her, still slowly, enjoying the feel of her. She was so tight, so warm there. It was more than he could stand. When he was all the way inside her, he stopped, trying to collect himself, trying to give Denver a chance to get used to him. He felt her body slowly stretching to accommodate all of him. She moaned softly, pressing into him, taking in that final fraction.

They were beyond words now. Denver was growling softly, and Remy could only gasp. Slowly he moved inside of her, absorbing the feeling of all of her. She moved with him, meeting him half way, her hips rising from the bed and pushing into him.

They locked into a rhythm, moving together as if they were one being. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. Already the pressure was building up to a fearse intensity. He slowed down, trying to gain a little control. Denver's growling was getting louder and louder, bringing him close and closer.

Much to his surprise, just before he completely lost control, she climaxed again, with an arching moan. He slowed down even more, feeling her contractions around him. He'd never felt anything like this before. He moved, pulling himself almost completely out of her, then pushed himself into her, spending himself in her in a crashing wave that roared out of him, leaving him weak. Unable to hold himself up, he collapsed on top of her, whispering her name over and over again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside her.

"Remy," she softly whispered into his ear, "Why the hell did we wait so long before doing that?"