< Marvel > XM/NXM: Midnight Visit
Title: Midnight Visit
Rating: PG
Comic(s): New X-Men, X-Men
Character(s): Victor Borkowski, Remy LeBeau
A/N: FINALLY! …That’s all I’m going to say.
Part 9 of the Gambit/Anole Collection
A training session gone wrong had landed Victor in the sick bay with a broken arm and multiple other scrapes. Santo had been a little too rough and Vic had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Shifting on his bed, Vic glanced at the clock and let out a sigh.
Midnight already and he could hardly sleep.
He was the only occupant of the sick bay, which made things extremely boring.
“Stupid Santo. It should be him here not me.” The teen mumbled but he didn’t really mean it. “Man…this sucks…”
“Ya keep talkin’ to yourself and dere gonna think yer crazy, mom petit vert.” Brown eyes met red in the faint light of the bedside lamp. Remy was grinning lightly, leaning against the doorframe. “Wouldn’t want dat now.”
“Heh…ya, I guess not.” Victor murmured, feeling his cheeks flush. “What…What are you doing up this late?”
“Checkin’ on ya.”
“Ah..m,me?” The Cajun chuckled and moved towards the bed slowly.
“Ya petit vert. Dat a problem?” he asked, stopping beside the bed. Victor shook his head and glanced up at Remy.
“No. Just…wasn’t expecting it.” The teen mused, shrugging with one shoulder. “I mean, it’s late and you shou-“ He was cut off by fingers touching his lips. The teen’s cheeks lit up as he realized just how close Remy was now.
“Hush now Vic. Ya need ta rest. Try and sleep. Ah’ll stay wit ya ‘tiill ya fall asleep.” The words were so soft spoken that a shiver ran down Vic’s spine. The hand that was lifted moved to the teen’s shoulder and gently pushed him down. “Sleep now petit vert.”
“…Alright. Night Remy.”
“G’Night Vic.” The elder murmured and before Vic’s eyes could close, Remy leaned in and their lips brushed so softly that Victor almost thought he had imagined it; but it was obvious that it had happened. The look in Remy’s eyes confirmed that.
**For the record, it happened this fast for a reason. ;3
Rating: PG
Comic(s): New X-Men, X-Men
Character(s): Victor Borkowski, Remy LeBeau
A/N: FINALLY! …That’s all I’m going to say.
Part 9 of the Gambit/Anole Collection
A training session gone wrong had landed Victor in the sick bay with a broken arm and multiple other scrapes. Santo had been a little too rough and Vic had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Shifting on his bed, Vic glanced at the clock and let out a sigh.
Midnight already and he could hardly sleep.
He was the only occupant of the sick bay, which made things extremely boring.
“Stupid Santo. It should be him here not me.” The teen mumbled but he didn’t really mean it. “Man…this sucks…”
“Ya keep talkin’ to yourself and dere gonna think yer crazy, mom petit vert.” Brown eyes met red in the faint light of the bedside lamp. Remy was grinning lightly, leaning against the doorframe. “Wouldn’t want dat now.”
“Heh…ya, I guess not.” Victor murmured, feeling his cheeks flush. “What…What are you doing up this late?”
“Checkin’ on ya.”
“Ah..m,me?” The Cajun chuckled and moved towards the bed slowly.
“Ya petit vert. Dat a problem?” he asked, stopping beside the bed. Victor shook his head and glanced up at Remy.
“No. Just…wasn’t expecting it.” The teen mused, shrugging with one shoulder. “I mean, it’s late and you shou-“ He was cut off by fingers touching his lips. The teen’s cheeks lit up as he realized just how close Remy was now.
“Hush now Vic. Ya need ta rest. Try and sleep. Ah’ll stay wit ya ‘tiill ya fall asleep.” The words were so soft spoken that a shiver ran down Vic’s spine. The hand that was lifted moved to the teen’s shoulder and gently pushed him down. “Sleep now petit vert.”
“…Alright. Night Remy.”
“G’Night Vic.” The elder murmured and before Vic’s eyes could close, Remy leaned in and their lips brushed so softly that Victor almost thought he had imagined it; but it was obvious that it had happened. The look in Remy’s eyes confirmed that.
**For the record, it happened this fast for a reason. ;3