Part 6

"Remy?" She giggling, ha. "Remy w'ere are y' takin` me?" Out of the corner of my eye I see Belle trying to remove the blindfold way from her eyes. Chuckling, I gently slap her hand away then replace the blindfold.

"No, no, no ma chere, it's a su'p'ise. Y' see." I had food set aside so when Belle was brought back to me I could make her something. I kiss her neck and then move to her mouth. She kisses back, almost - said almost- getting lost in her mouth I nearly didn't hear or sense Sinister's presence. Once I had I pulled back away from Belle. He had been smirking to himself I had caught it before he had the time to change his expression.

"Remy? Remy, w'at's de mat'er?" Her voice sounded a little hurt and panicked when I didn't reply. " Remy? "

"Right 'ere, chere, it's okay. " I grabbed her arm, pulling her along as I glared at Sinister.

"Oww! Remy, ya're 'urtin' ma arm." She shrecked, - oh damn girl I'm sorry- pulling her blindfold off this the other hand(doesn't make sense), taking a quick glance at what we are moving from.

"Oh, chere, I be sorry." I stop releasing her hand, a large red spot remains on her wrist. Kneeling down on one leg in front of her I look at her hand mussing it. "I didn' mean t' 'urt y' girl." I kiss her hand and get up checking to see if Sinister still stood there watching. He wasn't where he had been, but as I reach out with my powers I can feel that he is only around the corner, not sneaky like he just started to move down the corridor, he had been watching until I got up. I turn my attention back ta Belle, "Y' okay, peitie? I be real sorry."

"Dat's okay, Remy," she looks aback to where Sinister was, a baffled look on her face as she squinted, but the look went away as she faced me. I can't believe I did dat ta my belle.

"Y' sure, let's go ge' some ice. W'at y' say, chere?"

" I say y' cool y' houses. I be fine, Remy. " She kiss me on the cheek.

"Now w'ere we 'eadin`?"

"De kitchen, my love." I take off runnin`.

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As I move over ta the counter Belle sits down at the table. Thank god Sinister sent the others on a mission dis morning. I don't want Belle to have anything ta do with them. Wish Sinister would leave himself. At least we won't be disturbed tonight. " So w'at y' makin` me, Remy? "

"Some Gumbo," I smile at her. She the most beautiful woman, I've ever seen. One of the strongest too. Her heart really big, but unfortunately she can't show it. I release a sigh. Da damn guilds screw our lives up but good. Poor, Belle. I don't know what I be doing now if I wouldn't of meet her before dat guild got ahold of my decisions, probably trying ta kill her.

"Remy, y' are driftin` again. Y' sure y' okay? Y've been doin' dat fo' long time, before I died." I hate dat word, guess Belle can see dat too.

"Don' worry, babe, I'm no' goin' an'w'ere. I love y'." I love y' too, chere. " Getting up from the table she walks over ta me and stands next to me. I move my hand down her back and rest it on her buttock.

" Yeah, wanna 'elp? ' My husky voice asks.

" Love t'. " Removing my hand I give her a knife and a pepper.

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"Voala!" I thickly pour the gumbo onto the rice( how do you thickly pour something?). "Smells good, Belle, must have been your touch."

"Remy, y' know ver' well dat y' a great chief! I c'n 'ardly cook. But it does smell great." She leans on the island counter and over the finished plate.<--( this is confusing, at first read, you think they've finished eating, because . she leans over a finished plate)

"Mine?"

"Oui, go sit down I be dere in a min." I wipe off the counter, Belle already done all the dishes `sides are plates and da pot.

"Look at us, Remy, I t'ink we may 'ave more food on use den in dat pot." She laughed as she took her seat.

"I t'ink y' be right, love. Got y' pret'y good wit dat sauce." I smile evilly.

"Ya chere, but I go' y' good wit de cooked okra." Her smile so pretty.

"Y'll be pickin' dat okra out'a y're 'air fo' a week, not t' mention all dat juice. Ick, dat stuff is nasty. Don' y' t'ink?"

"Y' bet'er stop gigglin`, girl!" I walk around the island counter and over to the table, which was something like a booth you might find in a restaurant or bar.

"Oh really w'at y' gonna do, big boy." She slides over so that I can sit next to her, her leg running down my thigh.

"W'atever I need t' do." I put a spoonful of gumbo in my mouth, as I watch Belle shift her body, her curves moving sensually.

" Y're gapin', Remy. " She smiled; she stuck another spoonful in her mouth. I do the same, still watching her. We continue to watch each other as we eat.

" Done, chere? " I brush the back of my hand down her face, she follows a ways before stopping.

" Oui. " I get up from my spot, helping her up as well. She whispers thanks and we take are plates to the sink. We clear of the plates and she begins to run the water so that she can wash the dishes. I rap my arms around her frame from the back, she snuggles up against me -oh god - she lightly tries to pull away to do the dishes again. I harden, causing a small mess, and Belle feels the pressure of my penis suddenly against her upper right buttock.

"Non, don' bot'er wit dem, someone else c'n get `em." A whispered husk came out. Pulling back her hair away from her right ear I nibble a little, then begin to trace the outer part with my tongue. I pull her backward to gain balance from the island counter top behind me. I pull her up my body, my penis wiggling in between her tight ass through the spandex she wore. My mouth raps around her whole ear and I begin to move my tongue around tracing and sloshing it around gently. One of her hands move back to my buttock and grab hold, while the other moves up finding my shoulder, my neck -there stopping to push for more pressure-, and into my hair, where she moves her hand wildly.

My hand traces her breasts and then nipples while the other still holds her tightly against me, leaving her a good inch in the air, as I use the counter as a painful lever. My hand moves over her front and I take as breather for a second.

"Remy, stop," came a weak protest.

"Why, chere, y' no like?" I trace her jaw line with my tongue.

"Ohh.. I like, I defiantly like. But.." I move my mouth along the back of her neck making my way to her other ear. Causing me to switch arms, making Belle gasp for air as I moved her roughly. I began the other ear and side of her face. " .... no' 'ere. " I hear her, but ignore what she says. Who cares where? I want her now. "`Sides 'aven' y' 'ad 'nough today?"

"Non." My voice tightened filling with lust and a bit of anger at the idea. Am I in the drives seat anymore, I be thinking dat someone else is in charge at the moment. Ohhhh... yeah, a sigh of pleasure escapes my throat. I dig deeper into her crack with a pull of my arms upward; I'm defiantly not running the show. Not that I mind. Oh.. come on, come on Belle. Damn these clothes, I move my hand to pull Belle's pants down, as soon as I have my hands on the elastic she stops me pulling my hand to her face, rubbing it against her face. She then unexpectedly pulls away from my wild arms and other limbs for that matter.

"Belle?"

"No' 'ere, I tol' y' Remy." She gasps for breath, the lust lingers in her eyes.

"But no one 'ere t' see us." I stepped closer, she stepped back into the counter.

"Dat all y' t'ink about?" She hung her head.

"Non, Belle. I love y', jus' go' carried away." I move to give her a hug, holding her a little too tightly and close.

"Let's go back t' our room. I sorry, I pushed y', it's jus' been so long. No more tonight, unless y' start it, `kay?" She nods.

"Kisses okay?" She nods again and I kiss her on da head.

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"W'at, Remy, don'' sleep in de buff no more?" Belle whispered over me. She was leaning on me, I lie on my side.

"Non, Remy sleep in de buff all de time." I grumble, I look to where the clock was yesterday, darn not there. "Just keepin` my promise." I hear her giggling at me.

"W'at?" I growl from under my pillow.

"Oh not'in'," I can just picture dat smile on her face as she laugh.

"W'at time it be?"

"Eight t'irty-five."

"Aww, merdi." I push the pillow off my head and sit up.

"W'at?"

" got'a take y' down t' see Essex an I've go' trainin'."

"Trainin'? Fo' w'at?" Her voice sounds skeptical, as it in what-the-hell-do-you-need-to-be-training-for.

"Well, actually weight liftin`."

"Why I got'a see, Essex?" Her eyes look almost afraid.

"Make sure y' okay, I love y', Belle. I want y' t' be alright. He does anyt'in' y' tell me, `kay? I do anyt'in' fo' ya'."

"I know y' would."

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"Ahh, Mrs. Lebeau, there you are, I've been waiting for you." I've got my arm rapped around Belle's waist.

"So I 'ear. W'at y' be needin`?" We walk farther into the laboratory, I be thinking I'll probably stay today if there isn't a problem with dat.

"I will need to run some tests everyday to make sure that your structure holds well, plus other tests."

"Dere ain' not'in' t' worry bout now is dere?" I can't help but feel my heart swell up in pain.

"The chances are high that nothing will happen, but it may so these tests must be run." He turns ta face me. "The others are back and are in the weight lifting room, I suggest that you go join them for the time being." I look down at Belle and she nods her okay.

"Be back soon." I release her and leave the room fearfully. Belle will be okay, no reason ta think otherwise.

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De week past fast. I kept Belle in our room as much as possible, avoiding everyone else. We had an argument about it tonight. She says she can take care of herself. I don't doubt it, but this is different, Sabertooth is different. Everyday after da tests she seems tired. Thankfully it don't last but a few hours, she takes a nap and than feels better.

I worry about what Sinister does ta her, but every time I ask her she says that she's fine, that he didn't do anything wrong. She's my Belle got ta believe her. We made up afterwards, she's now laying in my arms her naked body against mine. Breathing in I smell her hair as she sleeps peacefully. She'll always be my little angel.

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"So all I got'a do is study dis place an' den ge' y' men in dere t' catch dis guy y're after. Plus find an easy access and escape so dat no one sees y' take dis guy out."

"Yes, that is correct."

"Be sounding good t' me." I don't like killing, never have never will and the idea about what I'm about to do makes me sick, but I have to do it, for Belle. "I be needin' some maps an some info t' look at 'fore I be goin' down dere to look at de real shit."

"Of coruse." He reaches for a file and a rolled up map. "Here is the information you will be needing."

"T'ank ya. Now if y' don' mind I be on my way."

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End of Part Six