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The only house that's not on fire

WHO: Lorna Dane and Remy LeBeau
WHAT: recovering from the plot, discovering that things have gone awry
WHEN: December 15th
WHERE: Heropa
WARNINGS: angst ahoy

Lorna felt great. Her seizures had stopped, her powers were back under control. She'd taken a day to rest and pack her things up, and now she was home. It was a huge relief. Plus the house was still there! Double bonus.

She let herself in, setting her bags down in the entryway. "Remy? You home? Thanks for not blowing up the house."

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Remy, sitting in the hallway, rested his head on his forearms and chuckled. "Good to see you too." He groaned as he lifted his head and smiled wanly. He felt normal finally, and had showered and cleaned up.

"How was the desert?"

"Hot. I went off on Erik, it was awful. You doing alright now?" She walked over to him, stroking his hair back from his face. He looked like he was tired. "Want some coffee?"

"Much better now. Replaced the couch after blowing it to heck and gone.

He kissed her hand and smiled up at her, trailing as hand along her leg. "Coffee? Bless you, oh goddess of the life juice."

His touch felt so damn good after her self enforced exile. She took his hand and drew him up, giving him a lingering, thorough kiss.

In the kitchen coffee components began moving around, raging the machine for use.

Remy kissed her back, pulling her into a long hug as well, just very glad to have her home. "M'glad you're back, Lorna. I was worried, even as I tried not to blow anything up."

he smiled at her, eyes drawn and tired.

"You are amazing."

She hugged him back, savoring his closeness and the blessed feeling of being safe at last. "I was worried about you too. It's been such a long month, Remy. I missed you."

The words tumbled out without warning, and Lorna didn't pause to examine them. It was the truth, she had missed him and her life with him. Later she might over analyze it, but for now she accepted it.

He held her close and just rubbed her hair and her back, contact feeling nice. One hand slid under her shirt and just stroked, skin against skin. "I missed you too, Lorna. All this time. Could barely walk anywhere without things crackling into dust, but damn if you weren't on my mind."

He Kissed her, then buried his face against her neck and shoulder and just held her, breathing her in.

His fingers on her skin were amazing. She groaned softly, hugging him tighter. For a long moment she just held him and let herself be held. It was wonderful to be missed, to be wanted.

The coffee brewed in the background, but Lorna paid it no more attention. Her fingers slid up Remy's shirt as well, caressing his back. "I need a shower, a cup of coffee, and about ten years of laying in bed with you."

"That sounds perfect. Let's do that. I've got no other plans, and am off work until tomorrow. So... yes." His boss had been understanding of a need to not blow up his work place.

"Awesome." She said, kissing his neck softly before pulling away very slowly. She didn't want to stop touching him, or being held. She wanted it desperately.

She tugged her dirty clothes off, then started to help Remy with his. The shower could wait until they were done clinging, probably.

Remy shed his clothing, and snuggled her close as he steered her toward the kitchen. Coffee would maybe help some.

Maybe.

"MMm, coffee, and mmm, Lorna." Hot skin against hot skin, he sighed. This felt perfect.

Coffee would at least keep them awake enough to keep touching each other.

Lorna let herself be led, wrapping a hand around his waist. "Coffee is almost the thing I want most in my mouth right now," she said, giving Remy a sly wink. She wasn't sure she was up for sex. Probably not. Mostly she just wanted to make him smile, to lighten both their moods for a bit.

Her cellphone was next to the coffee pot, where she'd left it when she took off. Out of habit she grabbed it, checked her notifications, and then set it down again.

Remy laughed and snuggled her. "I will eventually have the energy for that again and then I will welcome it gladly. Until then, snuggles and coffee, chere', are my fondest wishes."

He nabbed coffee, pouring for both of them, then inhaling some of his cup right away.

"I haven't checked my phone at all,. Anything new?"

It was good to hear him laugh. She snuggled back against him, turning her screen back on. "I got a message from Bruce. Probably about Wanda getting better."

She took a sip of her coffee and played the video. The sound was loud enough for Remy to hear. Lorna's face went from relaxed and happy to stricken, all joy drained away. "Oh my God."

She quickly replied, holding the camera so Bruce wouldn't see her breasts.

Remy swore, his hand setting his coffee down and wrapping about Lorna again. "Shit, fuck, merde," he went on to swear in half a dozen languages some even human.

"I'm so sorry, Lorna." He whispered the words in her ear.

It was a struggle to keep a conversation going. She gave up quickly as tears began to press against her eyes. She dropped her phone and turned to Remy, clinging to him desperately. She pressed her eyes against his shoulder and sobbed, unable and unwilling to do anything else.

Remy held her close, stroking her back and her hair and just hanging on. Damn it, Wanda.

he shook his head and just held Lorna, soothing her as much as he could, and hoping she would be able to get her grief out as much as she needed to.

It didn't take long for Lorna's tears to dry up. She shivered and gave Remy a squeeze before pulling away. "Shower and bed, yeah? That's what's next."

Remy gently held her as long as she needed him. "Yeah. Shower and bed. I think sleep is needed after all this. And we deal with tomorrow, tomorrow."

he gave her a gentle kiss.

"Come on."

She wiped her eyes and nodded, taking Remy's hand. "I'll text people in the morning. God, I feel like such a bitch for yelling at Erik, now."

"You're not a bitch, dear. This is a hard situation. What is past is past. For good or ill."

he led the way to the showers and started the water, getting it hot, then beckoned for her to come in.

It was easier not to argue, so Lorna let it go for perhaps the first time in her adult life. Instead she slid into the shower and groaned softly. The hot water felt good, but she was somewhat numb to it. "I can't believe she's gone. She was dead for a day and I didn't even know."

He gently scrubbed her back and her shoulders, then started on her hair. "I'm sorry, Lorna. This has been a messed up month. I barely got back here. You had to retreat to a desert... with how this month went, I am surprised any of us made it."

His hands felt nice. Lorna let herself be moved when necessary, just focusing on the water on her back and scalp and the sound of Remy's voice. She nodded and sighed, turning to face him once her hair was clean. "Thank you."

Remy smiled and brushed some hair out of her face. "S'my pleasure, chere'. Why don't we go to bed now?"

He turned off the water and grabbed towels, gently rubbing her with one.

Bed sounded like a good idea. She nodded and stepped out of the shower, into Remy's waiting towel. He was being so sweet, a distant part of her mind noted. Rogue didn't know what she was missing.

"I don't know if I'll sleep, but I definitely want to snuggle." She took his hand again and led the way to the bedroom, dropping the towel in the hamper on the way to the bed.

"Snuggling is good." he smiled softly at her. "I'm here for you, Lorna, whatever you need."

He planted a kiss on her cheek, and followed her to the bedroom, tossing his towel aside as well, then hopping on the bed. "Big spoon or little spoon?"

"Little." It was her preference to be the cuddled rather than the cuddler in this sort of situation. She slid under the covers, groaning as her aching body sank into the mattress. "Man, I didn't even realize how sore I was. Crap."

She pulled the covers aside for Remy, turning her head to look back at him. "God, you're sexy."

"Alright. And so are you, chere;." He slid in, and pulled her in close, and snuggling her against his front. He inhaled her scent and kissed her neck gently. "We can go get a spa day tomorrow. One more day of disconnectedness."

He hugged her gently. "I think it would be good for you and me."

That did sound pretty nice. Lorna nodded, wiggling against Remy a bit. "Sure. I'll text people my condolences and then we'll do that. Gotta do that self-care, right?"

"Exactly. And you can call your dad tomorrow, maybe and your brother? And find out... arrangements. But tonight... tonight you need to take care of you." HGe hugged her close, stroking her shoulders and arms gently.

Lorna let out a long breath, closing her eyes and trying to relax. "I can't believe this is happening. It's. . . like a bad dream or something." Wanda had been so vibrant the last time they spoke.

Remy held her close and nodded softly. "I'm sorry, Lorna. I know it can be a shock to lose a sibling."

he had lost his adopted brother Henri. It had torn him apart.

Lorna shivered and stroked Remy's arms. "I guess I should be used to people I love dying, but I'm not. It's so hard. She was so good here."

"M'sorry, Lorna. I don' think it ever gets easier. " he snuggled her close, petting her hair, thinking.

"We'll find our way, somehow."

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