om_main | Remy & Lil - September 10

Remy and Lil have a somewhat serious conversation disguised in lightness and innuendo.

Her smoking habit was definitely picking up again.

Lil frowned to herself as she slid the pack from her pocket and began to tap it against her palm. Breaking up with Scott had lead her back to the porch occasionally but now, after stopping her... whatever it was with Jeanne-Marie, the decreasing frequency of fooling around with Pietro and the troublesome feelings that were starting to pop up when she was with Brian in addition to the regular stresses of school, the giantess had taken refuge there more and more.

Only today, she found she was not alone.

Offering Remy a quick, half smile as she stepped out - still wearing an outfit much more suited to the summer heat of cutoff shorts, a dark green cami and matching chucks - into the smokers' haven, Lil bought herself a few more moments of not having to say anything substantial by quickly sticking a cigarette in her mouth then fumbling around for her lighter.

"Allow me," Remy said, moving closer and snapping up a lighter to light her cigarette. He gave her his signature lopsided grin and his hat fell down slightly over his eyes without him even touching it.

"Thanks," she murmured around the cigarette before taking in a quick but deep inhale and holding it. Smoke streamed from between her pursed lips when she finally exhaled - then gave the other mutant a truer grin. "Fuck, that's better."

"Filthy habit," Remy said, his own cigarette still dangling from his lips. "How goes it, chere?"

"Ain't the worst one I got," Lil returned with a shrug and another puff. "I'm okay. Ready to give up on classes already but that's been the way with school since I started going. You?"

"Classes? Oh, right, those." Remy tossed the cigarette down and stubbed it out, and grinned wolfishly at her.

"Uh huh." Those things that she needed to pass if she wanted to get into college and stay in New York. But, of course, Lil wasn't going to say that out loud. "You ain't been doing anything else interesting? Other than Pietro, I mean."

Remy let out a snort of laughter. "Touché. No, I'd say that Pietro is the most interesting thing I've been doing lately. I mean, except for the usual. Drinking, pot, hustling pool, reading spy novels."

"You can read?" she teased, eyes sparkling as she took another drag from her cigarette.

"Uh huh," said Remy. "I'm a man of many surprises. I can waltz and fence, too."

"Two things, I'm sure, come in real handy everyday," Lil said with a snort. There was no heat to her words, only amusement. "You sound like some guy stepped right outta a cheesy romance book."

"It's the hair," Remy drawled, and took another drag on his cigarette, bringing it down to the nub. Then he pulled a flask out of his coat pocket and offered it to her. "You want?"

The smile on her lips quirked into something more impishly as she took it from him. "Ain't the kinda girl to say 'no' but I don't got much to repay you with," the giantess pointed out, unscrewing the top before taking a quick swig.

"It's okay, consider it a gesture of friendship," Remy said, figuring that was definitely better than a sorry I didn't want to have a threesome with you gesture. "How are things? Don't see you as much since you and Hospital Corners went quits."

"Pretty sure if I was hanging around in your room without him being there, it borders on stalker and creepy," she snorted and after one more swig passed the flask back.

"Been okay, though. Got friends who helped me get over the rough patch after Scott," Lil continued. "Friends like Pietro. He's a real good guy."

"He is," Remy said immediately. "I'm glad that he's been there for you." He had no idea how much Pietro might have told her about their relationship, so he didn't really want to say anything else, like assure her that he didn't mean to... what? Hoard Pietro for himself?

"Me, too."

Lil stole another few moments to balance herself with a long slow drag from the cigarette.

"I'm glad you're there for him, too," she finally added after releasing the smoke back into the air. "He's special and I'm glad there is someone else here who can see that about him and who can give him the stuff he needs."

"You know you're the second person who's said almost that exact thing to me," Remy said. "I've started to read this, like, 'and also I have a shot gun and a shovel' sort of thing between the lines."

The Canadian shook her head. "Ain't got a gun or a shovel. Just two fists that can hit real hard but that ain't the point I'm trying to make. I care a lot about him and I know he's been through some stuff so I'm glad he's found you - and that you're taking care of him right."

Remy looked down, just skirting the edge of embarrassment. "I didn't do anything on purpose, you know. It's not like I set out to save him or something. And I don't think I have. I just like him."

"Sometimes that's all you gotta do," she shrugged and took another hit off her cigarette. "You just gotta pick that person." Because it hurt like fuck when they picked someone else, Lil knew that first hand after all the stuff with Scott.

Remy opened up his flask again and took a generous swallow. He was going to get in trouble one of these days. But today, he thought, was not that day. "So me and Pietro, are we like, a common knowledge couple now? I totally don't keep up with the celebrity gossip." He smirked.

"Dunno. Don't pay attention to that much but me and Pietro, we talk. Lots." Her smile was completely devious as she gave him a long look up and down before taking another draw off her cigarette.

Remy arched a brow. "You're lookin' at me like you know what I've got under my clothes."

Lil gave a shrug of one shoulder though the feline-like grin didn't go anywhere. "Not first hand, I don't. But we talk."

"Aw Lil you can't just tell me that and not say something like, and I hear you're seriously amazing Remy."

"I can say he's very happy, how 'bout that?" she replied. "I don't go calling anyone 'amazing' unless I get to experience it myself."

"Then I'm glad for a second opinion that he's happy, cher," Remy said, and gave her a little bow. "I do try."

"So I've heard," she chuckled in a smooth velvety tone. "To be honest, that's why I suggested the whole threesome thing," Lil continued. Okay, elephant in the room addressed so she might as well keep going.

"Not that you ain't hot, 'cause you totally are, but really? It was for him. And yeah, okay, a little for me, too and you, but mostly him 'cause I know it's something he'd love. Or, well, thought he would."

"I guess... sometimes we're surprised by what we want," Remy said, sounding a little apologetic.

"Mmhmm," the Canadian hummed. "I ain't mad or anything. Maybe a little disappointed 'cause I still think it'd be fucking hot but I don't mess with other people's relationships. You guys do what you want, how you want and don't let anybody - even me - make you feel bad about any of it."

Remy lowered his voice a little. "I'll tell you the truth, chere. I want to make him feel like he's the most important to someone. That seems like kind of a fragile thing."

Lil's little grin turned into a smile that dazzled with its sincerity. God, her friend had picked a good one.

And damn, Remy was making it hard not to want to jump him right then and there!

"Good," she said instead. There were always fantasies when reality didn't provide you the fun you wanted - and she really was glad Pietro had found someone who would cherish him and put him first just like he deserved. "I want that, too. For him to have that. You're a good guy, Remy."

Remy ducked his head and smiled, sheepish. "Yeah well, something I can say for Pietro is that he has excellent taste in friends." And he picked up Lil's hand and kissed it.

Hazel eyes sparkled as she watched him. "Seriously, if you were sleeping with anyone else but him, I'd so be making out with you right now," Lil replied with a half-chuckle, half-moan. "You're too fucking charming for your own good."

"I do try," Remy said, entirely honestly. His charm had done him a lot of good even long before he'd arrived here. "And if you hadn't been dating my roommate I'd have had you up against a wall long ago. Or maybe you'd have had me. Hard to say." He grinned, dropped her hand, and pulled out another cigarette to light.

One eyebrow quirked a little higher. "You think so, huh?"

"You don't?" he asked innocently.

"I didn't think you were interested in me like that," she answered honestly and without the slightest bit of bitterness in her voice.

Remy arched an eyebrow. "You're fun and smoking hot and you seem to think the same about me. So, yeah. I'm not dead."

"Not dead, just taken," Lil pointed out with a slightly wistful grin. "You are great for the ego and some fantasies but hell on the hormones."

Remy honestly couldn't decide if he should comment on the "taken" bit, since he didn't find the word entirely accurate, but it seemed stupid (perhaps insulting to Pietro?) to argue, so he only said, "I will take that as a compliment."

"Meant to be one, Sweetie," she answered with a tip of her head and another smile, one that touched her eyes this time. "Just remember me when you and Pietro wanna mix some things up one night, 'cause if I find out you picked another girl, I'll be really hurt."

"Promise," said Remy, and really, it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, he thought, at least eventually. Even though he couldn't really speak to how Pietro felt about it. A definite maybe, as they say. "You're at the top of the list."

"Glad to hear it." She reached out to pat his cheek. "But for future reference, when it comes to sex, I prefer to be on the bottom."