SUMMARY: two
"friends" talk.
WARNING: again, not really. see the level of
perspiration?
NOTES: this is really getting out of hand. but, anyway, thank
you to 'rith and Tangerine and S and Kaylee and, of course, to Poi, who are all
to blame. not me.
Crush III
By:Alestar
"Sigh."
"Sigh."
"Pant."
"Phew."
"Yeah."
"Oui."
"Phew."
"Pant."
"
. . . "
" . . . "
"Remy . . ?"
"Oui?"
"That was . .
"
"Oui."
"What was . . I mean . . where did that come
from?"
"Don' know, Warren. De kitchen?"
"Yeah. The
kitchen."
"And de stairwell."
"Heh. And the floor ten feet from
your bed."
"And de floor five feet from de bed."
"And the foot of
the bed."
"And de den de rest of de bed."
"Yeah . . "
"Oui
. . "
"Pant."
"Phew."
" . . . "
" . . .
"
"Warren?"
"Yes?"
"Question."
"Yes?"
"Don'
you, like, hate me?"
"Oh. Well, yeah. But, see, not in the way everyone
thought I hated you."
"Non?"
"Non. Everyone thought, you know, you
did that whole thing with Marauders where you made a deal with Sinister for some
mysterious vial and then--"
"Yeah, Warren, I remember,
t'anks."
"Oh, yeah, I guess so. Okay. Um. So, you did that, and I ended
up losing my wings . . and so I hated you. At least, that's what everyone
thought."
"But it ain' true?"
"No. See, all that time . . it was
actually repressed sexual frustration that made me aggressive toward
you."
"And is dat also why y'left me in Antartica?"
"Um, no . . I
was drunk, then."
"Drunk?"
"Yes. That's what Jean
said."
"Jean? Y'talked to her 'bout
me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Well, I was drunk, then,
too."
"Sounds like y'spend alotta time dat way."
"Only when it
comes to you, babe."
"Ain' dat romantic."
"I think so. I mentioned
you to Jean Thursday night when some of us went to Harry's . . and then today
she cornered me and made me tell her everything."
"And what did she
say?"
"She said I should go for it."
"'Go f'r it?'"
"Yes.
You know. Talk to you about it. Wrestle you to the
ground."
"Heh."
"And then she wrangled you in for the
kill."
"De Lord loves a workin' woman . . "
"I can't help but feel
like we owe her something. You know, for . . organizing everything. We would
never have admitted any of this if it hadn't been for her."
"I'm sure de
fact dat y'here right now is good enough f'her."
"Yes, I know, but . .
something more."
"Uh huh. Well, how 'bout de polaroids?"
"The
polaroids? Perfect!"
"Where are dey?"
"Over there, on the
sidetable, next to the camera . . Here, let me, I'll . . "
"Ehey, watch
it, flyboy . . "
"Giggle."
"Dere, hand me dat one. No, de one of
us in . . where? Where is dat?"
"It's hard to tell. Weird angle. Is that
your knee or mine?"
"Yours. Dis must be de stairwell. Oh, yeah. See de
level of perspiration? Definitely de stairwell . .
"
"Phew."
"Pant."
" . . . "
" . . . "
"Remy .
. where, um . . where do we go from here?"
"From here? Well, dere's still
de bat'room and de rec room and--"
"No, I meant-- well, I meant that,
too-- but I was talking about, you know, you and I. Together. Where do *we*
go?"
"Ah. Well. Le's just say de bat'room and de rec room and your room,
and leave it at dat for now, a'ight?"
"Sounds good."
"Dudn'
it?"
" . . . "
" . . . "
"Um,
Remy?"
"Oui?"
"Is that . . a mirror, on the
ceiling?"
"Oui."
"Oh, Remy . . "
"Oui . .
"
"Sigh."
"Sigh. "
" . . . "
"Warren, lemme ask ya,
when y'talked to Jean . . she didn' happen to mention anythin' about Samson, did
she? Or Sedona? Because when I talked t'her, she . . Warren? Are you listenin'
to me?"
" . . . "
"Warren??"
"Oh, sorry, Remy. Zoned out.
The mirror . . "
"Y'too good t'be true, flyboy. C'mere."
"Now,
what were you saying aboummmMMmmm . . . "
"Mmmm."
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