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Who: Remy & Wanda.
What: Dealing with some new arrivals.
Where: Their house!
When: After Wanda's conversation with Erik.
Notes: Backdated by a lot.

It would make more sense of her head were spinning. If she were astonished and shaken by the conversation she'd just had. That would be the normal response, Wanda thinks, but she's not normal and nothing about this situation is, either. The only constant is his behavior...and, she knows, something to come home to, after three years of building their ties to one another. She's grateful, as she hurries her way up to the front walk of the little house she and Remy have acquired, aware that it's a luxury she should never take for granted.

(Never again, anyway.)

She pauses, in front of the door. She takes a deep breath. And then, with a steadiness she does genuinely feel--it's not necessarily a good thing, that steadiness of hers, the intent behind her eyes, but she's comfortable with it for right now--she heads inside to see what she's missed.

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There's a quiet little nod, and the faint curve of her smile, shadowed, somewhat, by all the ridiculous curls she's got. Wanda tips her head so her hair falls away from her face.

"I love you. And I am glad that you told me; I know it wasn't easy for you." She does sort of wish it had come sooner, as this is something of a one-two punch with Erik's arrival, but expressing these kinds of secrets is hard for both of them and she gets that there was never really a convenient moment. Things were crazy. They had been for a while. Instead of waiting for things to time up right, sometimes you just had to make it happen.

He leans back a bit, hands sliding up from her waist to her shoulders, holding her so that he has to look up to see her, and smiles - apologetic and affectionate at once.

"You deserve better than my shit, Wanda." It's less self-deprecating than usual; he's got a point, though. "I promise you that I will be here through this, for the boys, for you, for us. Nothing's more important than that to me."

Not his fears or his issues or his hang-ups. It's taken a long time for Remy to really come around to understanding how selfish keeping things hidden is, really, even though he was never malicious about it - he does all these stupid things sideways, but in his heart, this is what's important. Wanda being in Erik's line of fire terrifies him a thousand times more than his own demons do.

"I know."

Sometimes she wonders how much of the behaviors Remy's reviled for back home were self-fulfilling prophecies. If you constantly tell someone you expect the worst from them, you probably shouldn't be surprised, Wanda figures, that you get more of that behavior in return. It's not that she set about trying to change him, but more and more, as they occasionally encounter other X-Men that aren't Laura, it takes her aback at how they view someone she considers so loyal and brave.

Flawed, of course. But they both are.

"Sometimes I think...whoever may be responsible for all these moves, these transitions from city to city we have had over the years, they think they can break us." She meets Remy's eyes, smile reappearing. "We just keep proving them wrong."

Wanda's proud of them for lasting this long.

Remy is still the same man he's always been, it's just that with Wanda, he's able to behave how he's actually inclined to, instead of reverting into a mass of reactionary nerves and angry defensive behavior. There's that saying: true love doesn't complete you or change you, you're just a better person with them. When the hell did this happen?

"I meant it when I said I'm in it for keeps, chere. All these worlds, you and me."

Against all odds, they've figure it out.

Wanda curls her hand against the side of his neck and dips her head down to kiss him, just once, but lingering. "Do you think 'you and me' have a little time to ourselves to have a drink and...breathe, a bit, before the boys come in?"

"Sure thing." Murmured against her - Remy kisses her again, grateful and like a promise. (Of... many things, look, he's not a chaste preteen.) He sits back up enough and shifts his hold on her as if he's about to pick her up - maybe he is! "What do you feel like?"

Drinks, he means.

Wanda leans back just enough to give him a considering, playful look from her position perched on his lap. Which she's finding she quite likes, for the record. "If I started in on that, you'd never get out of this room."

Madam.

She taps fingertips against his shoulders. "I'm not particular, when it comes to alcohol. Not after this day."

On his lap she remains, in that case - even as he stands up, yes, lifting her easily with one arm under her knees and the other staying at her back. "See I'd dare you, but then one of the boys'd walk right in, no?" The trials and tribulations of parenthood, his good-natured smirk seems to say. ('Upstairs, then', also.)

"I believe we got beer, some cheap market wine, two leftover wine coolers an' the bottle of god-only-knows whiskey I got bribed with last week."

When he settles her on the kitchen counter he stays close, one hand on either side of her hips against the edge of the tile.

"Almost certainly," she confirms for him, with a breezy note to her voice--she doesn't like to risk it, but it's just a hazard of a full house.

When Remy sets her on the counter at this angling, Wanda helpfully uses her knees to snag him by the legs, tugging him just a that little much closer. She tips her head back, smile slight but definite. Her hands, meanwhile, go to his shirtfront, pressing there. "I don't think I really want to open hard liquor with the boys somewhere around here. Wine is okay for me."

...if she wants that to be acquired, she's going to have to let go. Dilemma.

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"S'good idea." Indeed, the nearest wine bottle is stuck in the top shelf of a cabinet over there, notably out of immediate reach... and Remy declines to make a grab for it, anyway, instead leaning into Wanda's hands and flashing a bit of a smile before he kisses her.

At least they are in the kitchen and not on the sofa if anyone busts in, right? Right?

At least. Wanda should probably be more concerned with the potential interruptions, but everything falls together with Remy so nicely, especially as it pertains to physicality. She also can't resist reaching up to give his hair a good tug, because she is terrible in the stealthiest way.

She follows that up by breaking apart just enough to breathe.

"Wine?" Did you forget, sir?

It's so innocently posed that she must be trolling. Especially since she still has her hand in his hair, though it's looser, now.

Yes, he did.

(Well.)

He's got his hands on her hips now, holding her close (as if she's going to bolt away, sitting on the counter), and if she thinks he's got any objections to her particular methods of distracting him then she's just not paying very close attention. Remy glances cabinet-ward, turning his head a bit as if considering, and then turns back, brushing his nose against hers.

"This is pretty cool, isn't it?"

Sneaking around in their little house, dodging sleeping (maybe) children upstairs. So what, super villain in-laws and promises to disable one another in disaster have interrupted. That's life.

She can't help giggling a little, just briefly and faintly, which is not a sound most people ever hear from her in the first place. Wanda drags her nails lightly against the back of Remy's neck, going 'hmm,' ever so thoughtfully, as though she isn't doing anything at all.

She's not really all that invested in getting that. Surprise.

"It's wonderful, in fact. There's something about us and kitchens, though, have you noticed?"

Wanda distinctly remembers that conversation when the toaster or whatever it was exploded. And she had no pants on.

He loves that sound, and he grins, swaying against her playfully and nearly-kissing her lips - it might be teasing, but then he says:

"I think there might be somethin' about us and most places, chere, but if you can stick a do-not-disturb-bubble over this kitchen I ain't gonna complain-"

He probably wanted her to bite him for that, but boy, does he get his wish, if that's the case. While she rarely ever thinks of him in terms of comparing Remy to men she's known in the past, the amount of playfulness in their relationship is sort of unprecedented for her.

Wanda sort of thinks maybe that's part of what makes it stick so well.

"Somehow I think that might be an abuse of my powers," Wanda says, mock-reproachfully, "and furthermore it would almost certainly wake someone up."

Jeez, Wanda, it's like you aren't trying to deter him at all.

He nearly cracks up after she bites him, and he ends up laughing against her shoulder, muffled. "You know," he says, and takes the opportunity of his proximity to investigate her neck, jaw, her ear- "So might creepin' up the stairs, which you think feels most lucky?"

Wanda is momentarily derailed by the little sound he manages to elicit from her, but she's coherent enough to speak, fortunately.

"Let's risk those stairs," she declares. "Everything else can wait."

It doesn't have much of a choice.

He grins, and pulls her into his arms again, purposeful.

"Yes ma'am."

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