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Gambit, how could you of all bloody people get us lost" Betsy growled glancing around the morlock tunnels, not caring if he answered her or not. "You said you knew these tunnels."
"Bets, cher, give Gambit a break" His devil red eyes twinkled as he lit a cigarette.
She rolled her eyes, "I'll give you a bloody break and It's not what you want" She muttered as the ground shook beneath them.
Remy tossed his cigarette pulling Betsy into a side tunnel"Earthquake" Remy said feeling Betsy's body held to him. Her heart was thumping madly against his chest. They watched as the entry way was closed off by the falling rocks. too much to push out but still enought to give them free air. Remy didn't want to use a charged card just in case he exploded the whole tunnel.
Remy leaned close to Bets and she said said a little breathlessly, "Professeur told me that they can't send anyone tonight. They are helping others, I told him we'd be fine till morning" She pulled back quickly not liking the way she was responding to him. She had a boyfriend for God's sake!
He raised his eyebrow and with a smirk, removed his jacket tossing it near her. "Don't want you gettin' dirty cher"
He was mocking her and it pissed her off..bloody bastard! Goosebumps appeared on her skin, she hadn't realized how cold these tunnels could get at night.
"Cher are you cold?" Remy asked pulling a bottle of water from their bag. A bag filled with food and water for the morlocks. There was only a couple bottles of water and three apples left. He tossed a bottle at her and she gracefully caught it. Her nipples were visable through her x-uniform. Which was basically a purple spandex bodysuit and her boots.
"No" Betsy answered stubbornly a shiver running through her body.
"Really?" HE asked with a raised eyebrow, noticing the shiver.
"Stop bloody mocking me" Betsy replied angerily. Hugging her arms closer to herself, and she WAS cold, but she wasn't going to admit that to him.
"Come here" Remy said softly his eyes lowered.
"I-I-I can't " She whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. Betsy closed her eyes; resting in his arms. He smelled of cigarettes and his musky colone. think of Warren Betsy thought. But she couldn't...
His lips touched her forehead, something he could never do with Rogue. "He doesn't tell you 'nough."
"Tell me what?" Betsy shivered when his lips touched her. She knew he was talking about warren.
Remy lifted her face up looking into her purple eyes, "Cherie" Betsy's lips parted and she leaned forward deeper into his embrace. Pressing her lips against his lips.
Remy groaned his fingers in her long silky hair. Betsy pushed him down on the ground, pressing herself onto his hardness. "I shouldn't be doing this" She whispered her hands already under his shirt.
"Den stop" He smirked pulling her spandex down to reveal her perfect breasts to his eager lips. Betsy moaned as he sucked on her nipples hard swirling his tongue around them.
Betsy smiled, "I don't bloody want to cajun..." She pulled his hardness out and slipped him inside of her.
Remy had been very faithful to Anna; but he was also a man...a man with needs. And before they knew it they were wrapped up tighter in each other...pleasing each ohter..like no one else had. then they were finished Remy and Betsy shared a water. She smirked at him, they both knew how to keep secrets.
A noise outside of the tunnel the next morning made them turn away from each other's warm arms. Betsy adjusted her uniform as Remy snapped his pants.
"Hello, Comrades" Came Collosus's booming voice came as the rumble was removed.
"hello, Peter" Betsy said standing up; brushing dirt off herself.
Jean looked at the two a disapproving look on her face. "Warren and Anna are with us" She said softly ...she knew.
Remy smiled, "Why dat's great"
Betsy smiled also, as Warren came in wrapping his arms around her, "How ever did you survive in that pit?" he sneered looking aroudn the small room.
She looked at Remy, "Well, Cajun kept me entertained."
Betsy sat, drinking tea at a London cafe.
"Now, darlin'. I didn't thin' I'd see ya here." Logan said grabbing a chair and straddling it. He looked at a waiter. "Coffee, black. Can ya handle that, bub?"
"Well darling the Manor is an hour from here." Betsy answered. "What the hell are you doing in London?"
"Visitin'. Drinkin' beer." Logan shrugged with a smile.
"Been bar hopping?" Betsy teased taking another drink of tea.
"Why, jealous?" He smirked drinking his coffee. He lit his cigar.
"You do realize I hate the smell of that damn thing." Betsy wrinkled her nose.
He ignored her with a chuckle, blowing the smoke in her face. "Where's Flyboy?"
Betsy arched her brow, "Home. We're having a cool down."
"What the hell is a fuckin' 'cool down'?" He asked.
"Ever since I've come back from the dead, things have been different." She looked at her hands. "He says I'm more different than before. But Logan I was more like Kwannon then." She shook her head, not knowing what to say.
"Come on." Logan tossed some money on the table. "Let's go party the night away, darlin'."
"Logan..." Before she could answer he pulled her on the back of his harley/ "Tell me this isn't Scott's!"
"Okay, darlin'." He answered and Betsy shook her head. The roar of the motorcycle losing her cuss words.
They arrived at a London night club, ordering drinks. Shortly a very drunk Betsy was telling Logan everything. He listened intently; then he pulled her onto the floor. "Let's dance."
She pressed her body to Logsn's. "Thank you, Logan."
"Fer what, darlin'?" He asked softly.
"Listening. I needed that." She said with a smile. He smiled back pulling her through the crowded club. Out into the night air.
Have you ever woke up pregnant one morning, not sure where to go? Knowing without a doubt that the child you carried was not your steady boyfriend's? Especially after a one night stand with a close friend of yours? I hadn't even realized I was, I had just came home from a long ride to his cabin. Tossing Divorce papers at him demanding he sign them.
I had finally gotten Warren to give me the ring. The big diamond engagement ring. It was what I wanted...well what I had thought I had wanted. So I flashed the bastard the papers demanding he sign them or I fry is brain. We both knew I wouldn't ever...even if I was bitchier than normal. I ended up coming back home and getting some trouble sleep.
Falling asleep crying, my world felt like it was falling apart. I tried to tell myself it was a mistake. Logan and I shouldn't be married, but this nagging pain inside me kept coming. this disappointment in myself over my own weakness. Running for the ring the easy way..instead of going where I really wanted to.
Cramps ripping across my stomach. I wondered if this could be my period.. not even realizing I was late. I had never stopped to think about protection..once upon a time I had been on the pill. Then I died can't really take the pill in the white room could I?. Meeting Logan in London wasn't a plan of mine, let alone ending in his bed.
Maybe it was the stress of the day. I awoke in the middle of the night in horrid pain. My hands were meet with blood when I reached them down. I called Ororo who came immediately to my side.
There was so much blood....I can't recall how much. Late in the afternoon, I awoke in the medlab, Ororo and Hank were there. They both assumed it was Warren's baby, and I told them I didn't want anyone else to tell him. They agreed to wait for me, I was never going to tell him.
They left me alone, and I laid there crying for the baby I had desperately wanted. A baby that would've made Logan and I a family. A illusion in my mind that can never come true.
It's like a punishment I don't deserve. To show me what a disapointment I've been to everyone...to myself..