kinetically_charged | [RP] Sandboxing

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[It's not as if they hadn't shared a space together before, that they hadn't lived as a couple together before. But there was something about wearing a wedding ring and being in this kind of situation that just lifted it beyond what it had been before, even with the slightly awkward start. Having an up coming party was a nice distraction, a goal to work towards, but the fact they had a space just for them, to do what they wanted, if felt like it was filling a piece that was missing inside Remy. Like putting a picture puzzle together.

Having headed down to the kitchen from their bedroom, Remy swept his gaze around the apartment, first to find her, and second to make sure he wasn't about to trip over a cat on the stairs. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened. Spotting her in the kitchen, a slight smile pulled at the corner of his lips, descending those last few stairs and moving over to join her.

He slipped an arm around her waist, stepping in those last few steps to close the distance between them, and pressed a kiss to her neck, mumbling out a greeting against her skin.] Mornin' chere.

[She's always been an earlier riser than Remy, what with his tendency as a thief to be more of a night owl. Lately it's been other things keeping them both up late, not that she's complaining, but there's definitely a fresh pot of strong coffee brewing as she rustles them up some breakfast. There's still plenty of party planning to do, otherwise she'd still be in bed with her space heater of a husband.

Even with everything that's happened, with the weight of the 'evolution' of her powers still looming over them, Rogue feels deeply grateful of his support through it all. So, when she hears him stir and move through his waking habits, she smiles to herself while tending to the pancake on the skillet. There's also bacon in the oven and fresh berries in the fridge to top the pancakes.

She's just wearing one of his baggy t-shirts and a pair of lacy drawers, having not bothered to put on pants to cook, and her hair's up in a mess of a bun. He's quiet as he moves through the apartment, but it's almost as though she can feel him approaching. When he does capture her, she hums lazily, a contented noise that intensifies as his lips dote on her neck. It's followed by a soft sigh escaping her brightening smile.]

Mornin' sugah. [She turns her head towards him expectantly.] Kiss?

[Who wanted to get out of bed when he had such a lovely lady next to him? Really, he had tried to hold on to her when she had started to move away this morning, but Remy LeBeau knew better. Powers or not, if Rogue didn't want to be moved or held, then nothing in the world was going to stop her. Plus, well, he wasn't being overly serious about it, just trying to convince her to stay cuddled up for longer.

Then again, cuddling would had lead down a certain other path and then they wouldn't be getting out of bed at all.

...not that that was a bad idea.]

Hmmm? [He hummed.] Only one? [Tempted to play it up, to put said requested kiss somewhere else, to work a line up her neck, but how could he possibly refuse her? Lifting his head, Remy pressed a kiss to her lips, lingering long enough to be just more than a quick peck, but not letting it stay too long. Not with stuff cooking and possibly setting of the fire alarm. They could save that for later.]

Everything smells wonderful.

[It was a struggle leaving the warmth of the bed and his arms, but they had quite the laundry list of tasks to climb and absolutely none of it would get done had he entirely distracted her this morning.]

Wouldn't want the pancakes to burn. [Her skin prickled a bit at the heat of his breath and that hum against her neck, but she held her ground and flipped the pancake pointedly just before his lips caught hers. A wise decision, she soon discovered. It never ceased to amaze her how after so many years he can make her pulse race and her toes curl with a touch or in this case, a proper kiss. Not too long, but long enough to make her wish she stayed in bed.

When the part, a pleased noise escaped her lips and she's clearly delighted.]

Today felt like a day for pancakes.

Sure don't wanna skip those 'nd just use the syrup? [And yet still after all those years, he was still a brat. Not as much as he use to be, it had been watered down with age, but it still lingered enough. Especially when she was the target for it.] Some whipped cream? [A happy purr to his tone as Remy tightened the arm he had around her waist.]

Ah think ah'm positively famished... [She rocked her hips back against his in a circle while otherwise keeping a pleasant smile.] For pancakes.

[As a peace offering of sorts, she leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw, nudging her nose against his cheek for a moment before glancing at the pancake.]

[Remy let out a mumble of something in French, more just a sound than any real words, making it sound like he was grumbling over that but it was paired up with a smile, so not to be taken seriously. Turning just enough to brush a kiss back against her forehead in answer, Remy did however move away from her to let her finish up.

And also due to the sudden wailing that was coming from down by his feet, Oliver sitting there and calling for attention.]

That so? [Remy addressed the cat, moving back to start sorting out their breakfast, the gray cat following behind with another series of meows.] I know, I know, I heard ya. [Then addressing Rogue,] Let me know when ya all sorted 'nd will help ya get stuff dished up. [His attention going back to the cats as the other two appeared from somewhere within the apartment, adding their voices to the sound of food being prepared for them.]

[That noise, the breath against her skin as he pretended to complain, sent warm chills along her spine and straight to her chest. Her own grin curled and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment with the kiss. She's tempted to abandon breakfast in favor of more kissing and touching, but another hunger had her attention.

Besides, once the boys captured their Bringer of Food's attentions, it was a completely unending song and dance until they were provided their meals. At Oliver's announcement, she couldn't help but chuckle, head shaking and hair falling around her face as she continues to tend to their breakfast.]

Shouldn't be but five more minutes. [Rogue shifted her attention to watch the morning showing.] Please snag the fruit and accouterments out of the fridge after your done feedin' the boys.

[Remy did manage to drag his attention away from sorting out the cats' food to reply to that,] Will do, will do. [Before carefully moving to put the food bowls down, and again, without getting them tangled up around in his feet enough to trip him. Stepping back to leave them to their breakfast, one last look back to them left Remy humming a 'hmm' briefly at the dive for their food.] Ya'll boys be real special. [No wonder he adored them so.

Cats fed, hands washed, Remy moved on to grab out those items she asked from the fridge, setting them out before sorting out plates and cutlery for them.] Better not make this a habit, goin' to think ya spoilin' me.

[His hum caught her attention enough that she peered over towards the boys, her own eyebrow lifting in amusement before she turns back to the pancakes. They're finished, and she's split them between two plates, letting Remy step in to finish the plating as she carried various other items for breakfast to the table, but not before stealing a quick kiss and a smile.]

Spoil you? Never. [She returned to snag a few more items, leaving him with the plates.] Ah'd say we take advantage of these moments where the sky ain't fallin', but you know ah expect you to do your share of cookin' deliciousness.

[Remy paused long enough from helping out to make himself up a cup of coffee, raising it enough to ask her;] Ya wanna cup? [Before finishing up his with sugar and milk. Hey, he grew up worshiping Cafe du Monde's coffee, he acquired a taste for his coffee being heavily altered.

Balancing that along with the plates and a few other items, he carried them over to the table.] I donno, feel we've had some pretty 'nterestin' times when we thought the sky was fallin'. [Interesting, but he was also mostly joking. Adrenaline fueled moments of passion may seem fun in the moment, thought the fall out of them wasn't always as fun.]

Jake cursed silently to himself, and snarled in frustration. He hadn't meant to snarl, or in the very least, he would have preferred to keep that to himself as well, but it had just sort of come out. It was understandable. He was frustrated. And scared. And worried. And completely out of his element.

The Graveyard Shift had gotten their hands on some-- dingus, some thing, known as the Eye of Cthaeghya, which, unlike their silver crosses and holy water, could actually be used to rid the world of Vampires. No one knew how they'd gotten their hands on it, or how they'd convinced themselves to use such a 'pagan, unholy' item, but none of that seemed to matter now. They had it, and all vampires were in trouble, because of it.

Nina had taken off, doing her best to convince as many of her kind to flee the area as well, hoping that with distance they could attain some sort of safety, even if only temporary. But Jake wasn't a vampire. He could handle the Eye. He could destroy it, and save Nina and her kind.

If. If he could figure out how to swipe it from them.

And so far... His plans all seemed to run along the same path. Break into the Graveyard Shift's current HQ. Try to locate the Eye. Get shot by enough silver bullets to take down an entire clan of werewolfs. And probably some wooden steaks too, just for good measure.

He motioned to the bar tender to bring him another drink, flipping through a few of the papers he had in front of him, about the Eye, and the Graveyard Shift's current goings on.

... This would probably be easier if he could read.

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Maybe it would, but at least he has a friend who can, and was willing to lend a hand as well.

Remy also doesn't have a concern walking up to Jake from behind and slapping a hand against his shoulder when close enough. He knows the other man could do some real damage to him, but he should also be able to tell when Remy was close well before Remy identified he was. Then again, maybe not with the current mood Jake was in. Either way, Remy will find out how it's taken shortly as he took the seat next to Jake. "Ya look like ya could use a stronger drink than that, or two."

"Don't think anythin' stronger'n this counts as a drink no more," he grumbles, as Remy slides into the adjacent seat. He had indeed identified Remy's signature scent of cologne, hair products, leather, and ozone. "M'be nail polish remover."

Straightening the papers, he turns to regard Remy. His expression, while typically serious, holds a note of grimness not typically seen. "Thanks for commin'."

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Remy lifted his hand to motion for his own drink, though maybe something with a bit less of kick than what Jake was having. "'course cher, wouldn't leave a friend in a lurch."

Although, "So what this all be 'bout?"

"Nothin' good, I'm afraid," He pushes the gathered papers over towards Remy, before taking a sip of his paint thinner. "Some no-good monster hunters got their hands on somethin' that'll let them wipe out all vampires." Which-- could potentially sound like a good thing, to some, he realizes, but was pointedly not. "They can't touch it, so they running, scared. But I can."

There is a long moment of silence as one of Remy's brows just crept higher up his face as Jake continued to talk, taking a few moments after he had finished. Partly to put all that information together and sort it mentally. Partly to restrain himself from making any silly jokes about it that Remy is sure Jake would not appreciate.

Eventually though, "Ya couldn't just call me to catch up or 'nything. Grab a drink, a bite to eat, in a non lethal way for me. All that kinda stuff." But he did gather up those papers so he could look over the information within them.

"Don't usually know where you are. Don't always know where I am. Else while, I'd love to catch up. Not much for e-mails or the like, though," he apologizes. "How you been?" he follows up, partially out of manners, partially out of a real desire to know. He's extremely distracted with this business with the Graveyard Shift. But it's been too long since he's seen Remy anyway.

Remy smiles a little as Jake answers, though was also still skimming the information he had given him. It had been meant as a joke, but was still nice to hear the sincere answer. "Ah, was just kiddin' with ya, mon ami, know ya 'nd ya folk got a lot on ya plates with all this merde goin' on. Even more so now by the sounds of it." Then turning his gaze back to Jake. He can already guess the answer, but will still ask. "Take it Nina's ok?" Since, you know, Jake wasn't tearing the place apart.

"Ah, life ain't too bad, the normal. Save the day, get the girl, ya know how it goes."

[It was far too early in the morning by the time they had gotten off mission and made it back to their apartment, deciding in their tired minds they wanted their own space rather than staying over in the school. There they only had to put up with three cats wanting their attention, not a school full of students racing around while they tried to sleep off the fatigue of a long mission. It was too easy to just strip off their uniforms and flop into bed to let the hours pass, trying to ignore the sound of the city waking up around them and the need to get cleaned up or deal with minor scratches. It could all wait until later in the day.

In fact it's not until early evening that day that Remy started to wake thanks to a grumbling stomach, though still not keen to move at all. He was very comfortable right there, cuddled up close to her as if she was some sort of security blanket or pillow to cling to. There was a grumble of a groan from him as he nestled his head further into that bedding and the crook of her neck, his hand that had been resting loosely over her waist coming up to her back, as if she was going to move away from him.

Shh body, let him sleep longer.]

[Even the neediness of the cats couldn't stop her from, after feeding the adorable demons, cocooning herself through the daylight hours with Remy in a nest of blankets and husband. Usually she found it difficult to sleep when the sun's out, but that just spoke to how taxing the mission had been on them both.

Stranger still, was the fact that he woke before her, his shifting only starting to tug her from the depths of a dreamless sleep. Instinctively, she pulled him closer and mirrored his movements to a degree, burrowing her face in his hair with a long exhale.

Unlike him, sleep has her firmly in its grasp still.]

[And maybe if he had been well fed and cleaned up before bed he would had stayed snoozing well after she got up, having gotten into the habit of waking up to the smell of coffee she brewed, but right now Remy's body was fighting that normal want to stay in bed. Especially when he was in bed with her.

However Remy doesn't quite have the energy to enjoy being in bed with his wonderful wife right now, still feeling like he just dragged himself off the Blackbird ramp. But, it was so comfortable here, and warm, and soft, all cuddled up with her. How could he leave? And if he was going to have to suffer through this choice, no way he was doing it alone. She will have to suffer too. Even if it's through his whining.]

Chere, [A grumble of what should be a word, before Remy cleared his throat and tried again.] Ya wake?

[Her exhaustion trampled all over her need for cleanliness and comfort, and though they had a small debate over it, the fact that they could wash said selves and bedding in the morning won out.

His voice broke through the veil of sleep, tugging gently with the first word, then poking a little more with that annoying question. Stubbornly, she made a displeased noise and continue to hold onto sleep as best as she could, which wasn't enough to keep her there.]

No, [she finally grumbled in return, burying her face in a mix of his hair and the pillow.]

Hngggg. [Ok, maybe a bit longer then, after all, it was oh so wonderful being here. And if she says no, then he's going to listen. So Remy let it lie again with a sigh, trying to settling in again and even if he didn't get fully back to sleep, then at least dozing for awhile.

Or trying to at least. Between stomach and something else, yup, need to move.] Ugh, no, up. [Sorry Rogue, but lying in bed this long does take a toll, as would grabbing a drink before they had gone to bed. And while she is so lovely to cuddle up tight to, extra pressure against the bladder doesn't help. So Remy works himself to try and detangle from her arms and the bedding, trying to get most of it off before moving from the bed, and half tripping from the sheet that got wrapped around his foot before continuing to the bathroom.]

[Yes, good. Peace again to drift back to sleep. She sighed in content, smiling softly as she pulled him closer, perhaps squeezing a bit too hard.

And just as she started to slip back into sleep, suddenly there are long limbs and inconsiderate shifting that jostle her awake unceremoniously. The blankets pull her near clean off the bed and she can only manage a disgruntled noise as she yanked the blanket back.

Damnit Remy she was comfy.]

[Well so was he, at least until he had to move. Her tug of the blanket back didn't help things, but Remy at least managed to keep his balance. A good thing since he was still tired enough that he may not be able to do something aerobatic to save himself from the floor. Not everyone could fly, Rogue.

The other problem with him being up and having vanished long enough in the bathroom to finish what was needed, was three certain boys becoming aware of Remy being awake. And were more vocal about it than Rogue was. It's how they both were gifted with a chorus of three cat calls as they started bounding their way upstairs to their room. Oliver stayed to greet Remy as he came back out of the bathroom and the other two went to find Rogue on the bed, giving her a sniff before settling down in the space Remy had been lying just before.]

[There's nothing like a herd of hungry cats to crush the last shreds of sleep from your body, regardless of how tired one remained. Their path to Remy's residual warmth involved stepping across her, or more accurately, bounding across her, pulling displeased grunts from Rogue.

At least Remy didn't hit the floor in a heap, that would have made her feel a bit guilty. A bit.

She's still going to stubbornly try and sleep, burying her face in the pillow with another noise of compliant. Never mind that one of the boys had vaulted off her own bladder and now she too needs to hit the restroom.

Ah, cats.]

[The issue with the cats talking? It also tends to start Remy off too, him looking down to Oliver waiting and calling for him,] Quoi? [Before moving to scoop him up in his arm and taking them both to the bed.] Stop whinin' 'lready.

[Then seeing his space partly taken up.] Really guys? [Giving them a bit of a poke to get them to move so Remy could lay back on his side of the bed again.]

You started this chain of events. [Well now she's good and awake from the whole series of events, Rogue grumbled just as Remy cleared the boys away to lay himself back down, throwing her own covers back and atop him so she could make her own way to the bathroom.

Without pants, she leaned forward to scoop up one of the escapees, and to give Remy quite a view before she disappeared into the bathroom. Soon enough, he can hear the shower running and maybe even the sounds of her clothes hitting the floor with the door cracked. If she's awake, she might as well get clean.]

[Her comment about him causing this goes ignored, not up to arguing that. What does get a whine of a reply though is her leaving him just as he had gotten settled in bed again, a cry as she moved and a hand going out to try and catch her before she got too far away, sadly missing her and instead having to now put up with the cats getting excited by having the blanket thrown over them and starting to jump around under it to either find a way out, or to swat at imaginary prey that the folds of the blanket created.]

Chereeeee. [Though, that's a rather lovely view she just offered him as Remy flopped over to watch her leave. Hated to see her go, loved to see her leave.

He's a lucky man.

Remy's attention is momentarily distracted as one of the cats was able to resurface, bumping it's face against his before he offered it a scratch to the top of it's head, his gaze focused on that partly open door and the sounds he could hear within. You know... would be a real shame to give up this option, and he would hate her to feel lonely in there. Hmmmm.

Sorry boys, much more important things right now. Remy carefully shifted himself out of the bed so not to disturb the cats too much before making his way towards the bathroom door, opening it more before speaking.] Needing a hand, or two, in there?

It’s just another day, another job, another chance of a world ending item being found by the wrong person, but them not realizing yet and needing to be skilfully ‘removed’ from said person. Just in case. Look, there’s enough ‘world ending possibilities’ going on with all the aliens, and hateful people, and something random that no one could expect happening without someone dusting an ancient relic the wrong way and it starting an armageddon. Better to be locked away, no matter how pretty the item may be.

And this was a rather pretty oil holder. Or incense holder? It looks like it could hold something, but maybe not. Honestly, Remy’s not totally sure what it is, but he’s heard enough and done enough research to know it’s been attached to some rather nasty groups over the eras, even if it’s origins have mixed stories, more myths than fact. Whatever it was, getting in to grab it went well, getting back out proved a little more difficult as someone came back sooner than Remy had planned for, cutting off his pervious exit plan, and while getting himself out of a new exit point resulted in the bag he was carrying the relic in banging the edge of a window harder than he had planned it to.

Then he was no longer stepping out of a window, but half vaulted over a railing that hadn’t been there before, in a room that he hadn’t been in before, and if he hadn’t caught himself before he had landed on the floor below the higher platform, would had face planted on a rather strange and unique piece of circular technology. Just… what? After a moment of silence Remy mutters out, “Oh no Toto, this ain’t Kansas.” Needing something to break the silence for himself as well as give his brain a moment to work out just what happened.

[RP] Sandboxing

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