Circle Of Fear

AN: Ready for this? Ring My Bells is sooooo Collette/Remy, especially later. But I needed to put it in now.

"Sometimes you love it, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you need it, then you don't, then you let go. Sometimes we rush it, sometimes we fall. It doesn't matter, baby, we can take it real slow. 'Cause the way that we touch is somethin' that we can't deny. And the way that you move, you make me feel alive. Ring my bells, ring my bells. Ring my bells. You try it hide, I know you do. When all you really want is me to come and get you."-Ring My Bells, Enrique Iglesias

“Collette?” my name sounded like poetry on his lips. I opened my eyes with a smile.

“I'm awake.” I whispered into the darkness. His hands were on either side of my neck, thumbs rubbing just underneath my jaw. His face was close to mine again, just has it had been earlier. I smiled again, reached up to wind my arms around his neck.

“I've been waitin',” he murmured. His breath was hot on my face. I shuddered, feeling the goosebumps rising across my skin. Remy was laying over me, his legs in between mine.

“Waiting for what?”

“Waitin' for ya to wake up.” he turned my head, his lips silky and warm against my ear. I whimpered as he pressed damp kisses to my earlobe, sucking gently. I brought my legs up to wind around his waist, a bold move, but something I didn't feel like I could help.

“You could have just shaken me awake.”

“Non,” he shook his head, whispering in my ear. “Dat ain't the way ya wake up a lady.”

A lady. The term brought a blush to my cheek. No one had ever called me as such that I could remember. Unless it was me being in trouble, when my mother would do that whole; 'Come here young lady' that mothers are so fond of. I decided that I didn't want to be thinking about my mother in that moment and focused on Remy.

“Oh Remy,” I breathed when he attached those beautiful lips to my neck. He suckled gently on my pulse point, pressed biting kisses up and down my throat. He landed on my collarbone and nipped carefully.
“Remy!”

“I like dat I already know how to wind ya up.” he snickered. I would have glared at him if I could have found the strength of focus on the task. But his other hand was traveling down my chest, dangerously close to my breasts.
“Ya tell me anytime ya wanna stop.”

“That would be never.” I licked my dry lips. He chuckled and caressed my tit over the hospital gown. I wanted to reach back and undo the ties that were keeping the stupid thing on. Of course, that would probably scare him, and the last thing I wanted to do was scare the man off. I wanted him to stay. For a long time.

My nipples were hard underneath that gown, and of course Remy noticed. He twisted one almost mercilessly, causing me to keen and arch my back. Again, he chuckled, and through the darkness I saw the satisfied smirk on his face.

“You, sir,” I whispered. “Are evil.”

“'Bout time ya figured dat one out, cherie.” he laughed. His mouth attacked mine. “Ya taste so damn good.” Remy hissed. I barely had time to catch my breath before his lips were on mine again.

Our tongues clashed and twisted together. He tasted, well, Cajun. Spicy and delicious. I wanted more of him. He quit torturing my tits in favor of cradling the back of my head and deepening our kiss.

“Oh God.” I moaned breathlessly when I finally managed to break away. My lips felt swollen and abused. I wanted more though. Always wanted more. My heels dug into his back.

“Not really, but close enough.” he joked, bending in for another kiss. He shifted us so we were both on our sides. I'll never know how he manged to do this without breaking out kiss, but I suppose there's a lot about Remy I'll never really understand.

“I want...” I trailed off, not bringing myself to speak it. Remy's hand was winding its way up my leg, to my thighs. How long had it been since I'd lain with anybody like this? Not since before State Asylum. Not since that time in the backseat of Josh's car, with the rain above us.

“I know,” he purred. “Remy know just what'cha need, chere. Ya gonna trust him?”

“Always,” I managed to moan out as his fingers traced the inside of my thighs. I had never known that space was so delicate.

“Good,”

His mouth continued it's assault on mine while his fingers teased my skin. I parted my legs even wider, an open invitation. I wanted it, but knew better than to try and beg. He was the type of man to not give anything if you tried to beg him. But if I thought it would have worked, I would have done it in a heartbeat.

“Collette,” he whispered over and over in my ear. “Collette, Collette, Collette.”

“I'm here,” I said in return. “I'm right....”

**

“...here,” the girl's eyes opened. She blinked a few times and looked up at Remy. Her cheeks blossomed dark pink, and it was all he could do not to start laughing.

“Letty, are ya okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” she blinked quickly and didn't look him in the eye. “I'm just fine. Why did you wake me up?” she rubbed at her eyes sleepily, looking grumpy.

“The noises you was makin' in your sleep.” he stroked back her hair. She had been sleeping with her head in his lap. Remy maintained that she was old enough to sleep on her own, but there was something about the thought of her waking up on her own, alone and scared in the dark that made him relent.

“What was I saying?” she asked quickly. Remy chuckled then. She had been whimpering his name and stirring in a way he was all too familiar with. He had a pretty good guess what she was dreaming about, but now was probably not the time to try and say anything to her about it.

“Nothin', just mumblin'.” he tucked her hair behind her ear. “It late, cherie. Ya need a pill to sleep?”

“No, just stay with me.” she hugged his thighs and seemed to drift right back into sleep. Remy sighed as he stroked her hair, feeling her breath, feeling her fall back into dreaming.

“What am I gonna do once ya get well?” he wondered out loud. “I can't stay like dis forever.”