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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Jun 3, 2014 21:05:19 GMT
{June 2nd, Open to Selina and Remy}
It was the light that woke him in the end. Cars, air conditioners, the buzz of electronics, he could handle all of that. But the aggravating sun in his eyes eventually won out, forcing him to open them.
Groaning, Remy covered his face with his hand for a moment, the after effects of last night's indulgences catching up to him. He didn't feel sick, but his head felt like someone's punching bag and he was pretty sure for some reason his ribs were bruised. Running his fingers down his face, he turned away from the unrelenting beams, pausing as he realized Selina was there, seemingly still asleep. He was surprised by the sudden concern that struck him at his noisy fidgety behavior. No part of him wanted to wake her up, force her out of whatever dreams she might be having.
There was something about the peacefulness of sleep that suited her in a way it did no one else, that made the scars across his back from Bane utterly and completely worth their price.
As if he were in the midst of stealing something precious, he moved cautiously and slowly, trying not to disturb her as he moved closer onto her pillow. Easing an arm around her, he planted a soft kiss on the back of her sleep tussled hair, shutting his eyes and contemplating trying to go back to sleep.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Jun 3, 2014 21:50:24 GMT
Selina was having a pretty heavy sleep, on her side and breathing deeply. Comfortably. The rays of sunshine only seemed to comfort her more, offering a gentle warmth and glow that she accepted. She only stirred a few moments after Remy made contact with her, kissing her head and putting his arm around her. The stirring ceased after she'd curled, tucking her knee's up and then lying still. But then she rolled, onto her back and closer into Remy's side, stretching and easing her eyes open. She could see him better at this angle.
"Mmrrnging." she grumbled in greeting sleepily. It almost sounded like she was trying to say morning but didn't have enough dedication mustered before she even started. Actually it was almost noon. She hadn't drank nearly as much as Remy obviously had, but she almost looked it. Her short black hair was tussled as she ran a hand through it, and her makeup hadn't been removed, giving it an almost smokey look.
"I bet you feel great..." she murmured, managing a sleepy grin and raking her fingers through his hair so it went over his eyes.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Jun 3, 2014 22:04:07 GMT
Moaning like a wounded animal, he did manage something of smile, blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "You are way too 'appy for 'ow bad I be feelin." He complained, but he didn't really sound too upset. He had little to complain about, and what he did was his own damn fault.
Turning onto his stomach, he questioned into the pillow. "Did I shout at some kids lass night? Ah hell... why my ribs 'urtin so much?"
Moving back onto his side, he gave her a pitiful pout. "I suppose breakfast is on me, eh? Where's de asprine?"
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Post by Selina Kyle on Jun 3, 2014 22:38:42 GMT
She laughed as he moaned and complained, still lying on her back and watching him. As he rolled onto his stomach she got a chance to see the damage done on his back. Long since healed as it had been a few months but that didn't lessen the impact whenever she saw them. She pressed her lips together and couldn't find it in her to look at his face when he looked back at her. She did smile though, when he talked about yelling at kids.
"You did..." she confirmed almost fondly, "You also did some climbing before that. You were clumsy in your eagerness to get to me." she clicked her tongue, smiling at him as she teased. But when he talked about breakfast and aspirin she groaned, rolling onto her side so she was facing him and pressing her forehead against his chest. Breakfast and aspirin meant he was planning on getting up. Selina wasn't quite ready for that.
"Noo." she moaned in protest becoming considerably more grumpy looking as she tucked into his side.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Jun 5, 2014 4:30:08 GMT
Releasing a deep rumbling laugh, Remy teased her hair with his fingers, luxuriating in her being so close. It wasn't as if either of them had ever stood on ceremony, but this was different. Selina always had walls, but here so long as things were light and simple, those walls seemed smaller.
Her protests were just so damned adorable he was helpless to resist; as if he really had any impulse to. Headache and ribs he could handle in the face of remaining in bed with the most beautiful - and illusive - woman in Gotham.
"Or we could jus' stay in bed all day," he reflected, nuzzling in against her, still stroking her hair as he contemplated the room around him. "So, dis is your apartment? S'nice, real cozy. Don't have no old she-wolf rapping on de door either, spoiled ting you. You don' ave a roommate who's gon' come bustin' in do you?"
Thinking of his landlord reminded him of finding her, wounded if not damsel in distress-like. He frowned a little, resting his chin on her head as if he could shield her from past harms as well as future ones. Like thinking about her injured always did, Remy was slightly sobered by the memory. Whenever she looked up though, he'd do his utmost to hide it. He didn't want to spoil their oasis away from all the crime and violence.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Jun 6, 2014 0:05:47 GMT
She traced her finger in a circle on his collar bone, visibly softening up as he complied not to leave. But there was still an edge of seriousness that she'd managed to pick up from it. As he spoke she did allow a smile though being reminded of the Madame and being accused of being spoiled. Selina did take a moment to look around her apartment though as he did. It always appealed to her in a way, and it was almost shabby. It didn't have to be, since Selina could have more than enough money to live lavishly. But it was hers, an organized madness in its own way.
"You sound like you don't want to be bothered." she commented when he asked about room mates. "Nobody's going to come barging in." she assured with a soft laugh. She closed her eyes when he rested his chin on her head, breathing in and then exhaling in one burst. His fingers were distracting in her hair, but in the time she'd been awake some concerns of last night returned to her. It was only a matter of time until Selina revolved back to it.
"So..." she started slowly, and didn't look at him when she continued speaking, "You haven't seen the Batman yet, huh?" she asked it tentatively, trying to sound casual. The way Remy talked about it last night made it sound like Remy hadn't seen Batman- maybe believe he was still just a legend or something. But Remy had also been drunk. Selina knew Batman was alive- the hoax that he'd died- Selina was one of the very few involved in it, hell she escaped with him. But she wanted to know what Remy knew.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Jun 7, 2014 8:01:25 GMT
The news that they were alone seemed to please him, mostly since he didn't relish the idea of walking into the kitchen to have a tête-à-tête with a roommate while being given the 'Oh-you-have-no-idea-who-your-dealing-with-look'. Although maybe a roommate would have been a good place to pick up more on Selina.
The combination of hangover and having her so close were making him careless. He didn't care why she was fishing - he knew she and Batman had some sort of association, though no idea that went as far as Selina and Bruce, not just Catwoman and Batman. If Selina was serious about Remy, he expected her to bring up any insane cape wearing exes. That didn't mean that she would, of course. Remy had an old fashioned expectation of what it meant to commit. Spending the night together meant plenty, but trust came with secrets.
He shook his head. "Nah, we don' do lunch anymore. Mostly cuzz he don' do lunch, or sunlight... or adult teams. Sides, 'ow many times can you say, 'nice cowl', before it starts soundin forced?"
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Post by Selina Kyle on Jun 7, 2014 9:06:25 GMT
Selina nodded very subtly. Was Bruce something she wanted to talk about with Remy? Maybe. But was she ready? Probably not. That didn't mean she wasn't planning on eventually bringing it up. But for right now? She bargained that secret could wait a little longer, in favor of not spoiling her time with Remy right now. She dismissed the talk of Batman with a distracted, "Hmm." while visibly moving on.
She hoisted herself up with one arm, the other pushing against Remy's shoulder so he was flat on his back. Then she'd swing a leg over his side so she was sitting on his stomach comfortably. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his cheek and leaned back. "Oh." she pouted, "How rude. I'd go for lunch with you." she assured him. A kiss on his forehead.
"And you don't have to compliment my cowl." A kiss to his temple, her lips lingering a moment before she leaned back, tilting her head to inspect him. She couldn't read him the way she assumed he could read her.
"Maybe you do..." she reconsidered, poorly fighting back a grin. She tapped at his ribs with her knee gently. Not enough to hurt him any since she was still aware he was apparently sore. How was it that he managed to make her so happy. She couldn't remember when she realized it.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Jun 12, 2014 1:17:31 GMT
Remy quirked a brow as she pushed him into the pillows, but lay still as she placed kisses across his face, a deep rumbling chuckle emitting from him as she pouted for him, and again as she changed her mind. He winced slightly as she tapped his ribs, breathing in animatedly.
Sitting up quickly he pulled his arm around Selina, flipping and putting his arm out to take all the weight, lowering her onto her back on the bed. He leaned in, kissing her neck, murmuring, "Ow."
"You 'ave, de mos' lovely cowl, I ever did see," he trailed kisses along her throat and down her arm. He was holding his weight with his forearm, but with his free hand he laced his fingers in hers, kissing all the way up to the insideof her wrist. "Mind, you 'ave de mos' lovely everything. Hands," he kissed the inside of her palm, pulling his hand out of the way for a moment, "eyes," he kissed her brow, "even lips."
He kissed her quickly before breaking off with a roguish grin. "Ah, did I mention de cowl?"
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Post by Selina Kyle on Jun 12, 2014 1:45:21 GMT
She was surprised when he sat up, and flipped her over onto her back. She had assumed since he was apparently so sore that she'd have won the upper-hand more easily. But apparently he was just good at complaining. She was grinning, but her breath caught briefly as he kissed her neck. She watched with a tenderness as he placed his trail of kisses, her free hand absently holding his other arm.
She closed her eyes when he kissed her brow and then her lips, nearly following him for a second as he left. She let her head rest comfortably on the pillow, he practically had her swooning. Practically- but Selina wasn't about to sigh openly over a man, even Remy.
"You might have." she looked over him affectionately, "You could say it again. I did like that." she suggested. She might have to reconsider when she wanted to talk about this Batman situation. Any other man and she probably wouldn't have bothered.
"Such a sweet man." Selina commented, "How many women have you killed with lines like those? You're hardly fair, Remy." she teased, turning her head and pressing her lips against the inside of his arm. She didn't look away from his face, her tone light and harmless. Selina didn't care about his past loves and sweethearts.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Nov 5, 2014 8:57:34 GMT
(*quietly enters room. Places down rp. Slowly backs out*)
"Awe, Cher," Remy pressed his lips together in a fake hurt look, which didn't last long as she kissed his arm. "I'ma proper southern gentlemen, me. Wouldn' never be so crass as tah use lines. They workin though?"
Still, the mention of former entanglements did drag up the issue of one former fiance. The marriage had been an arranged one, but the idea of bringing it up suddenly gave him an uneasy jolt. He looked up at the window above them, then scanned the room, raising a brow. "It's late... an' being a gentleman and all I ain't gon let you starve. Come on, I'll cook you up a real cajun breakfast - non of dis scrambled egg nonsense, I'm talkin' proper food."
He moved back off of her as gently as he could, and leery of any attacks to wrangle him back into the dangerously cozy bed he climbed out. He snatched his pants off the floor, having been sleeping in his boxers. He didn't bother looking for his shirt, rubbing his face groggily as he wandered out of the bedroom, pretending not to be taking in every single detail, despite the fact he was. The abode of Catwoman... it was a tantalizingly rare opportunity for insight. Locating the kitchen he began snooping about. Opening a cupboard he called, "You got' any spices? Cayenne?"
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Post by Selina Kyle on Nov 7, 2014 1:26:21 GMT
"If they were I wouldn't tell you." she confessed cheekily, all but sticking her tongue out at him to the remark. She didn't entirely buy all of that gentleman business, maybe because she didn't want to. But that was besides the point. When he got up she made only a minor effort to keep him there, hooking her leg on him but letting him slide away easily enough and watching thoughtfully while he recovered his pants and moseyed on out of the room.
Perhaps that should have concerned her a little more but she felt surprisingly at ease.
Well, if he wasn't going to wear his shirt then she was. Rolling over the other side of the bed she'd found it, and put it on before following him out. When she emerged the buttons had been mostly done up and she was rubbing the back of her tousled hair, still looking a little sleepy but fighting back a smile as he raided her cupboards.
"What? A thief can't find any spices in a strange home without some help?" she teased, easing onto a stool at the counter and leaning onto it lazily. To add to her mock disappointment charade she clicked her tongue while shaking her head shamefully, but the smile never left. It didn't look like she was about to tell him where the goods were either.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Nov 7, 2014 2:05:08 GMT
He rolled his eyes, back to her as he crouched down pulling out some pans from the cupboard beside her stove. "Well, I was always worth my weight in salt - never had to steal it."
Rising to his feet he set the pans aside, glancing over his shoulder. He did a double take, grin twitching at the corner of his mouth as she sat tousled and wearing his shirt. He chuckled, shaking his head and restraining the urge to abandon breakfast entirely. Biting his lip he opened the cupboard above the stove, shaking his head and pulling out a rack of spices. It looked like it might have belonged to a grandmother of hers - maybe a great grandmother. He dusted off the tops of a few of them, looking over and clucking his tongue in return dismay. "Dis is jus' sad. When did des get picked, the seventies? As a partially French man I find all dis a bit offensive."
Setting them aside he went over to the fridge, pulling it open to find an at least clean, if barren expanse of shelves most populated by Chinese food boxes and milk. Retrieving a carton of eggs, some salvageable green onion and bell pepper, and a package of bacon from her freezer, he went back to the counter sighing. "You don' cook much, huh?"
Not that he did at his current place. He didn't even have a kitchenette let alone a full sized fridge.
He hunted around for a cutting board and began dicing up peppers, cracking several eggs into a bowl he found and beating them with a fork when a whisk was no where to be seen. He hummed as he worked, eyeing the spice rack reproachfully but returning to it reluctantly, spinning the bottles to squint at the labels.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Nov 7, 2014 2:36:19 GMT
She wriggled slightly in her seat with an idle look, watching him carefully as he rummaged through her things. Her kitchen supplies would hardly be interesting, and if anything they should be embarrassing. Though despite that she cocked an eyebrow and merely looked amused, not even a trace of shame on her features.
"Only partially French man." she pointed out, "If you were more than that maybe I'd be upset but since that's not the case..." Selina trailed off finishing her statement with silence, but with a shrug that spoke volumes about the matter. As for how often she cooked? She figured he already knew the answer to that. She figured her whole life of neglecting the kitchen was in preparation for this moment exactly.
Speaking of which, this was rather new for her. She didn't often bring men home with her since getting that close was something that didn't often happen, or at least she tried not to let it happen. It felt like this was different though. Tucking her legs behind the legs of the stool she put her elbows on the counter and let her face rest on her hands, shifting from side to side as she allowed him to work in silence and listening to him hum to himself as he did so.
She bit back a grin but a small and slightly strangled laugh managed to slip out. For whatever reasons it was amusing to her how endearing this all was.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Nov 12, 2014 6:59:17 GMT
He looked over as he heard her laughing, sighing loftily. He plucked up a few of the spices, unscrewing the caps and sniffing them, setting one aside and taking a pinch of one, a few of another, tossing them into the eggs. He took the quality of the meal quite seriously. Despite being a half breed, cooking was in his blood.
Cutting up the bacon into smaller bits he tossed them into a pan and set it on the stove, frowning and examing the gas burners skeptically. "If dis explodes, I'ma tell dem at the pearly gates it's your fault."
Acting with the caution of a bomb squad and all the drama of one, he flicked the switch. The stove clicked a few times, and the flames bloomed up. He sighed animatedly, setting the frying pan down after shaking it a little. He poured the egg and spices into another pan with some 'I can't believe it's not butter' catch phrased monstrosity, then holding the onion in his hand sliced some over the omelet letting it fall in.
He stepped back, assessing the heat on both the pans and nodding in satisfaction before turning to Selina, leaning his forearms on the counter. He tilted his head, quirking a brow. "So... any allergies I should be aware of? S'a bit late now but it would make ah uncomfortable trip to the hospital. I for one do not want tah be taken in for ah tad ah rosemary."
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