Circle Of Fear

"Last night a little dancer came dancing to my door. Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor. She said; "Come on baby, I've got a license for love. And if it expires, pray help from above because..." In the midnight hour, she cries; More, more, more. With a rebel yell, she cries; More, mo, more."-Rebel Yell, Billy Idol


The days trickled slowly by. Collette went to classes, smiled, made friends. But to her dismay, she didn't see Remy as much as she hoped, not even at meal times. It was like her man had disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Not that she had much right to be considering him to be hers or anything like that. He had been kind to her in her time of need, and maybe that was the end of it. But there were the nights when she stayed awake, hoping that he might pop his head in. Hoping that he might come and lay himself out next to her, take her in his arms and kiss her.

It was childish. She knew that. Remy was a busy man. He must do some kind of work for the school, after all. How else could the Professor afford to have all of them running around? It wasn't like her mother was paying any of her tuition here.

During the daytime, it wasn't so hard to forget about him. After all, now she had a clique of girlfriends to run around with. They swapped clothes from the closets, did one another's hair, and gossiped about the boys.

“Don't you think Bobby's cute?” Rogue asked one day, her nose crinkling cutely. Collette could only smile faintly.

“Sure, I guess.” in truth, she hadn't thought about it. Hadn't thought about any of the boys here. The only man she that had even crossed her mind was Remy. And even then, it was only during the night when she laid awake and waited, holding her breath for the familiar sound of his boots going down the hall.

The silence night after night made her ears ache. Night after night, she claimed defeat and turned on her side to sleep.

It couldn't go on like this for much longer.

**

Remy was laying in bed, his boots off, a book propped up on his stomach.

He tried to tell himself he wasn't avoiding Collette. He was busy, after all. He was part of the X-Men, and they always had things to do . Were always going off and finding some more stray kids, were always trying to fight off Magneto. Something.

That still didn't explain why he was the only one down in the Danger Room when everyone else was teaching class, eating meals with the rest of the house, or even being anywhere they could be seen.

It wasn't even Collette herself that he couldn't be near right at that moment. Not that Remy had tried to explain that to her. There was no way in hell she could take this as anything other than rejection.

Not that he could blame her. He wasn't sure he could really buy into the whole; it's not you, it's me thing. Had he ever been able to do that in the past? No. And she was so young, how would she be able to handle something like that?

Remy put his book aside with a sigh. He reached to turn out his light. Best to get some sleep before these thoughts completely consumed him and made it impossible.

He hadn't been asleep for too long when he heard the door open and someone creep inside. He fought to keep his breathing slow and steady. No point in spooking whoever it was until he at least knew who it was. The person walked on tiptoes and stepped slowly. Clearly they knew how to be silent. But Remy was a thief, and he knew how to listen.

Whoever it was stopped by the side of his bed. He listened to the rustling of clothes, and felt a slight weight pressing down on the other side of the mattress. It wasn't until the weight stretched out next to him that he finally rolled over.

“Collette?!?” he gasped. She jumped and then smiled. “What ya doin' in my bed?”

“I couldn't sleep.” she said innocently. Right well, if he had been awake curling his hair and shimmying into that ridiculous looking little corset, he probably wouldn't have been able to sleep either! He sat up and stared down at her. She just smiled back.

“Ya can't be here!” he whispered angry.

“Why not? No one's going to say anything.” she rolled over onto him, one knee on either side of him. “Come on, Remy. Please? I really need this.”

“Non! You just a bebe!”

“For the last time.” she bent her head close to his and hissed in his ear. “I am NOT a baby. Would a baby,” she took his hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. “Have these?”

“Collette!” he gasped. But he didn't move his hand.

“And would a baby,” she bent her head to his neck. “Do this?” she latched on and sucked gently. The Cajun's free hand came up to cup the back of her head as he groaned.
“Now, I won't force you. If you tell me to leave, then I will get off this bed and go back to my room. I will never bother you again.”

Remy swallowed.

“Don' go.”

His heart pounded in the moment it took the smile to crack across her face.

“You want me to stay here?”

“Oui,” another heart beat.

“You do know what I want while I'm here?”

“Oui,” heartbeat.

“And you're okay with that?” he drew in another deep breath.

“Oui,” heartbeat.

“I'm glad you're seeing this my way, finally.”

God, he hadn't known she could have that cruel look in her eye so characteristic of grown women. He hadn't know that the feeling of her fingers down his bare chest would make his cock go hard. He hadn't know that when she bent down to kiss him, he'd reach up to met her halfway. Remy had not had a thought that he would want to rip that stupid corset off her skip to get a taste of her breast in his mouth.

Which he did. He undid ever cheap little hook and slid the thing off her body. He took her nipple into his mouth as though his life depended on it. And at some point, he lifted her hips off his so he could ease down the pajama pants that felt like they were cutting off circulation.

Collette grinned and bend down to kiss him again as he eased her down on top of him, moaning at the feeling of her wetness surrounding him. Oh God, he thought. This girl will be the death of me. I will go to hell solely for her.

She'll be the thing that undoes me.