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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
~~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“Remy, stop!”
“Stop que (what)?” Remy’s question sounds contradictory to even his own ears as he was still attempting to do what she was scolding him for.
The two are suited up and sat side by side in the row furthest from the cockpit of the X-Jet. Scott is in the pilot's seat and the rest of the eight man team is scattered in different rows in front of them either listening to music, reading, sleeping, or talking amongst one another.
You pull away as far as you can from your red eyed boyfriend and hold up the book you had been trying to read in front of his face.
“You c-“
Remy pushes the book down and swiftly steals her words with a short kiss.
You pull away, eyes narrowing a bit, but cheeks rosy and breath hitched. “You’ll get us in trouble.”
“With who?”
You do your best not to show your frustration at his words. You pull your book away from his touch and lay it on top of your lap. Lowering your voice you take on a tone similar to what you would use with your students or even younger team members.
And it wasn’t as if Remy didn’t know why she was feeling so uneasy about him trying to be all over her. Scott had yelled at them twice that weekend for inappropriate conduct and Angel had also yelled at them the day before after a danger room session where he found them making out in the elevator.
“We’re almost back to the mansion. Can you behave yourself until then?”
“If you want me to behave you shouldn’ have sat next to me.”
“You can’t blame your lack of self control on me.” You huff out and open your book, realizing that you were only three pages in after being on the jet for nearly over an hour. “So please take some accountability and be good.”
You pretend to be fully gripped by the words in your pages but from the side of your eye you watch Remy sag back into his chair and pout. He’s fidgeting with the gloves on his hands, sighing every few minutes, looking at her and then looking away to pout even more.
You shift in your seat and turn the page of your book, finally making it to the fourth page. Even though you had scolded Remy he wasn’t all the way wrong. It was an unwritten rule that ever since they had started dating her and Remy were not allowed to sit near one another as Remy was notoriously unable to keep his hands to himself.
Whether they were at a team meeting, at the dinner table, or doing some activity in the game room, if she was within reach he was touching her. He was holding her hand, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, touching her back or thigh, or kissing her. He seemed to be most of all really really amused by kissing her at the most inconvenient times, as if it were a game.
The prize was getting her to indulge in his kisses and he could care less about who saw or who yelled at them.
Remy lets out one more exagerated sigh hoping to get any attention from his girlfriend but her eyes stay steady on the book he knows that she isn't actually reading.
The space between the two of them remains still for another ten minutes. Soon enough, you shut your book and look out the window not knowing where you guys were flying over but hoping you were close to the mansion, but knowing that you weren't since Scott had yet to give his thirty minute alert. The mission had not been anything too long or taxing, but you were very ready to return home and sleep in your own bed.
You’re pulling away from the window, about to ask Remy a question about what his plans were for when they landed, but before you could open your mouth his hands were on your cheeks and his mouth was on yours.
You could easily push back and scold him once more. And you should as this was neither the place or time, but like a majority of the time you sigh into the kiss and follow his slow and lazy movements. Even though public affection made you red and you didn’t like being yelled at by your teammates- you really really enjoyed Remy’s continual touches and kisses. Even the worst timed ones.
“Ahgh, Gross!” Bobby who had been dozing on and off had stirred awake. From his position his face had been resting between the gap of the two seats in front of Remy and you. And when his blue eyes opened the first sight to behold him had been you and Remy making out. His voice grew even louder when he sat up straight and collected the attention of the rest of the X-men. “Cyclops they’re making out again!”
Much to Remy’s disappointment you jumped away from him, face going completely red. Remy remains completely unfazed by the groans and complaints of the other X-men.
“You two are worse than any of the teenagers.”
“We’re an hour away from the mansion. Is that too much for you to wait to get a room?”
“I tried to stop him!” Still red, you defend yourself against the words of Betsy and Scott.
Remy’s head is already resting aginst your shoulder and his hand is resting on your thighs, going up and down the length. His teammates frequently accused him of being hypersexual or horny, but that wasn't the case. It had nothing to do with sex- most of the time. Remy was a person who simply thoroughly enjoyed physical touch with those he loved and there was no one he loved more than you. Actually it was probably something that went past love language and love- he was just so drawn to you in every conceivable way, and not touching you when he could felt so ridiculous to him.
“Non, you didn’.”
“You really couldn’t wait till we get home?”
“You said take accountability and I am. I wanna be accountable for touching and kissing you every chance I get.”
They got yelled at one more time for making out before they landed on the mansion grounds.