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You shouldn’t have even gotten out of bed this morning.

The regret gnawed at you, sharp and relentless, as you leaned against the cold steel wall of the war room. You’d barely slept last night, but that brief sliver of peace—wrapped in the warmth that was Remy LeBeau—should have been enough to remind you to stay. His arms had been around you, strong and grounding, his hands cupping your breasts as he moved inside you with that unrelenting, intoxicating rhythm only he could manage.

You should have stayed where you could feel his lips grazing your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your ear as he whispered to you.

Mon amour, he had said, his voice a low murmur that vibrated through your chest. Tu es le morceau qui manquait à nos vies. The missing piece of his and Anna’s lives. He’d said it like it was the simplest truth in the world, a fact etched into the fabric of the universe itself. And instead of answering, you froze. A coward, through and through, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as his words hung heavy in the air.

You should have replied. Should have turned to face him and said those three words that had been clawing at your throat, begging to be let out. But you didn’t. Instead, you tilted your head back and kissed him, pouring everything you couldn’t say into the meeting of your lips. You hoped he’d understand, that the desperate press of your mouth against his would be enough.

But now you were here, standing in this room that felt far colder than it had any right to be, arms crossed over your chest like some futile shield against the storm brewing in your heart. You stayed near the far wall, away from the table where Scott was droning on, his voice a monotone blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to process. Sitting any closer would mean paying attention, and you couldn’t do that. Not when the only thing your mind could focus on was the empty seat next to Anna—the one that should have been occupied by him.

You knew you should be there, sitting beside her, offering whatever comfort you could muster. But even from across the room, you could see it—the rigid tension in her shoulders, the way her jaw was set like granite. She hadn’t said a word since stepping off that plane, her movements mechanical and hollow as she approached you.

You’d seen the blood trickling down her forehead, the dirt smeared across her face and arms, and the look in her eyes—a mixture of fury and anguish so raw it made your stomach twist. She’d barely managed to choke out the words. “I tried.” Her voice had cracked, but she forced the rest out. “They took him. I don’t know where he is.”

Her gaze had lingered on you for just a moment, but it felt like forever. Her green eyes, glassy with restrained tears, searched your face, silently pleading for you to say something, anything, to make it better. But you stood there, rooted in place like the idiot you were, unable to find the words she so desperately needed. Her lips parted as though she might say something, but nothing came out, and the unspoken blame in her eyes cut deeper than any words could.

You didn’t know who she was angry at—herself, the team, the world, or maybe even you. Maybe all of the above. The lines of guilt and frustration etched into her features told you as much. But none of it mattered because Remy wasn’t here, and you had no idea how to fix that. Guilt clawed at you, relentless and unforgiving.

You wanted to go to her, to reach out and tell her it wasn’t her fault, that you’d find him and bring him back. But how could you say that when you couldn’t even tell Remy how much he meant to you? The memory of your silence haunted you, weighed you down. You felt paralyzed, the words you should have said to both of them choking you from the inside out.

Still, you had to do something. The ache in her eyes demanded action, even if it was small, even if it was inadequate. So, you did the only thing you could. You led her to your room, a quiet space where she could fall apart if she needed to. You guided her to the bathroom, sat her on the counter, and pulled on a pair of gloves. The stark barrier reminded you of all the other walls between you, but it was necessary—for her, for you, for what you were about to do.

The silence was thick as you began cleaning her wounds. You worked with deliberate care, your gloved fingers ghosting over her skin with a gentleness you hoped she could feel. You dabbed at the blood on her temple, wiped away the grime that clung to her cheeks. The tension in her body slowly eased as she let her eyes close, leaning into the quiet comfort you offered.

Your hand lingered on her cheek, cupping it for just a moment, and that’s when you saw it. A single tear slipped down her face, followed by another. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

God, you hated everything about this. Hated seeing her like this, blaming herself for something that wasn’t her fault. Hated knowing that no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t offer her the one thing she needed most—physical comfort. You wanted to kiss her, to press your lips to her tear-streaked cheeks, to her trembling mouth, and make her believe that everything would be okay. But that was impossible.

Instead, you kissed her shoulder, the fabric of her shirt a maddening barrier, kissed the crown of her head where her hair smelled faintly of the battlefield. You hugged her without really touching her, your arms circling her, but your skin never meeting hers. You hated that too. Hated the reality of loving someone like Anna-Marie. A reality where your love could never be fully expressed, never be uncomplicated, never be simple.

You ran the shower for her, adjusting the temperature to just the right warmth, because you didn’t know what else to do. The steady rush of water filled the silence between you as you helped her undress, your gloved hands carefully unfastening her uniform. You turned away as she stepped into the shower, giving her privacy, but it wasn’t just modesty—it was the weight of everything unsaid between you, everything you couldn’t fix.

While Anna stood under the shower spray, you tried to busy yourself, gathering clean clothes for her. The repetitive task was supposed to ground you, to keep you from spiraling, but your hands trembled anyway. The sound of the water drowned out the silence in the room, but it couldn’t drown out the ache in your chest. You felt useless. You couldn’t fix this—not the pain that radiated from Anna in every exhausted breath, not the jagged hole that Remy’s absence had left in both of you.

And worst of all, you couldn’t fix the gnawing fear that Remy might not come back. That somewhere out there, he was hurting—or worse—and you were here, helpless. The thought carved into you like a blade, sharp and relentless. It twisted deeper with every passing second, every moment you weren’t out there looking for him. All you could do was hold everything together, even as the cracks in your own resolve widened, threatening to break you apart entirely.

Loving Remy and Anna had come to you as naturally as breathing. You never had to think about it, never had to question it—it simply was. Even though the words I love you hadn’t left your lips, you hoped they knew. That even in your silence, they were your everything. And you knew, with every fiber of your being, that they loved you just as fiercely.

You knew it before Remy ever said the words. You saw it in the way his eyes lit up when you entered the room, how he looked at you like you were a spark of light in an otherwise dark world. He didn’t have to say it; his actions screamed it louder than any words could. The way his lips lingered on yours during a kiss, the way he would pull you into his lap with that mischievous grin, whispering teasing but affectionate words into your ear.

Anna showed her love differently, but no less passionately. She let you see her in ways she never showed anyone else. She leaned beside you on the kitchen counter during quiet moments, talking softly about things she barely admitted to herself. She trusted you with her vulnerability, her laughter, her tears. You saw it in the way she let you hold her, let you press soft kisses to her head while you both lay entwined on her bed, trading secrets in the dark. And you saw it every time she fastened that cursed collar around her neck—despite the headaches it gave her—just to feel your skin on hers for a few fleeting moments.

It had been a seamless transition. From three close friends to three people completely and irrevocably in love. Nothing and everything had changed. You and Remy still bantered across the room, but now there was heat behind it, a teasing flirtation that left you both grinning like fools. You and Anna still painted each other’s nails and snuck off to town for lunches, but now there were lingering touches, hands brushing and holding as though neither of you wanted to let go.

There was no grand announcement, no dramatic declarations of what you were to each other. But the team noticed the difference. Maybe it was the way Anna’s face softened when you walked into the room, or the way Remy’s fingers absentmindedly stroked your hair while your head rested in his lap after a long day. No one was surprised by the unconventional relationship. They simply accepted it. And more than that, they respected it. Where it had once been Anna and Remy, it was now Anna, Remy, and you.

That was why you stood apart now, away from the group as Scott went over the plan to find Remy. You couldn’t bear the looks they kept giving you. Jean’s soft glances toward you and Anna, the subtle shifts in the room as if they were trying to tiptoe around your emotions, grated on your already raw nerves.

Whether it was pity or sympathy they were offering, you didn’t want it. You hated the idea of being coddled, hated the way their eyes lingered on you like they were waiting for you to break. And you knew Anna hated it too.

You had told her to stay behind, to rest, to recover from her injuries. The words were practical, logical, but they felt hollow even as you said them. You knew they wouldn’t land. The moment they left your mouth, you saw the fire in Anna’s eyes, a raw determination that could have cut through steel. There was no force in the world, not even you, that could stop her from going. The man she loved was out there, and if it came to it, she would burn the entire world to ashes to bring him back.

And you understood that completely. Because the same fire burned in your chest.

The Federation. That’s what they called themselves—a self-proclaimed force of Anti-Mutant mercenaries with a dangerous ideology, an even more dangerous following, and enough firepower to back their hatred. They thrived on fear, weaponizing it, feeding off it like parasites. Their propaganda painted people like you, Anna, and Remy as threats to humanity. Monsters.

They wanted to make you the enemy.

And you were ready to prove them right.

The anger simmered inside you, bubbling hotter with each passing moment. Sitting with Anna in the mess hall, the silence between you both had only amplified the fury. Watching her struggle to keep it together, her fingers twitching as if itching to grab something—anything—to fight with, fueled your own fire.

And then came the war room. The sterile, suffocating space where Scott laid out his careful plans. His voice was steady, controlled, assigning each of you your role in the larger operation. He talked about contingencies, about minimizing risk and keeping the team safe. His words were rational, precise, but they barely registered in your mind. You sat there, every muscle in your body coiled tight, your fingers digging into your arms as you forced yourself to stay quiet.

Because if you were being honest, plan or no plan, it didn’t matter.

You were bringing Remy LeBeau home.

Whether they liked it or not.

The thought of Remy in their hands was enough to make your chest ache and your vision blur with rage. He wasn’t just anyone—he was one of the only two people in the world who had ever made you feel like you mattered. Remy loved you wholly and unconditionally, despite knowing all the broken parts of you. Despite the walls you’d built around yourself, the mistakes you carried, the silences you often fell into.

You remembered the way he looked at you, his crimson eyes softening in a way they never did for anyone else. The way his lips would curve into that infuriating smirk, his voice dripping with charm when he teased you—but there was always a sincerity behind it. He saw you. All of you. And he still chose you.

He was the first person who taught you that being loved didn’t mean being judged. That love could be light and warmth, not a weight or a burden. He made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t thought possible.

And now he was out there, with those bastards who thought they could take him from you.

Your fists clenched at your sides, your anger bubbling dangerously close to the surface. You could feel it, the fire in your veins, the storm building in your chest. They thought they could take him—your Remy. They thought they could make you powerless, that they could strip away the only good things you had in your life.

They were wrong.

You weren’t just going to bring him home. You were going to make them regret ever touching him. They thought they could fear mutants? They hadn’t even begun to understand what fear was. You were going to bring that group to their knees, tear apart everything they’d built, and make sure they never forgot the name of the one who destroyed them.

The hangar was cold, the hum of the jet engines faint in the background as the team moved with quiet efficiency. You and Anna sat off to the side, sharing a rare moment of stillness amidst the chaos. The harsh fluorescent lights above cast stark shadows on her face, highlighting the weariness in her eyes.

“He’s coming home,” Anna said softly, her voice a fragile promise as she leaned against the crate opposite you. Her arms were crossed tightly, her fingers digging into her sleeves as if holding herself together.

You didn’t look up immediately, focused instead on lacing your boots. The tension in your shoulders betrayed you, but you forced a smirk onto your face, stomping your foot on the ground as you finished one boot and pulled the other onto your foot.

“He doesn’t really get a choice, does he?” you replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tightened the laces. “And when he gets back, I swear to God, he better go to that bakery and get us those muffins—”

“The ones with the white chocolate in them?” Anna interrupted, her lips twitching into a faint smile.

You nodded enthusiastically. “God, yes. They’re so good.”

She chuckled softly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Anna knew exactly what you were doing. She could see it in the way your hands moved a little too quickly, in the way your voice carried that forced lightness. You were trying to stop your mind from spinning, trying to keep the anxiety at bay. The what ifs clawed at you, and she knew because they were doing the same to her.

What if he wasn’t okay?
What if you couldn’t get to him in time?
What if he wasn’t there at all?
What if…

The questions swirled in her head, threatening to pull her under. But she wasn’t about to let them show, not when she could see you doing everything in your power to keep her grounded.

Usually, before a mission, the three of you were inseparable. Remy always had a way of grounding you and Anna, his presence as steady as it was electric. He’d be there, leaning lazily against a wall or a table, shuffling his ever-present deck of cards with that infuriatingly smooth smirk plastered across his face. His accent dripped with charm as he delivered some teasing remark meant to cut through the pre-mission tension.

“You two scared yet? ‘Cause I ain’t carryin’ y’all outta there if you freeze up.”

Anna would roll her eyes at him, but the corner of her mouth would twitch in amusement. You, of course, would take the bait, firing back with a playful jab. The banter would flow easily from there, each jab met with another, until Anna finally intervened. “You two done? Or should I just leave y’all here to fight it out?” she’d say with mock exasperation.

By the time the three of you boarded the jet, the tension would be gone, replaced by laughter and camaraderie. That rhythm—so familiar, so comforting—was what held everything together. It was what made you believe that no matter what, you’d all make it back.

But this time was different.

This time, the mission had come, and you weren’t going to be there. Instead, as Remy prepared to board the jet, he’d turned to you. His eyes, crimson and burning with something deeper than just love, met yours as he pulled you into a kiss that was anything but casual. His hands had tangled in your hair, holding you close like he was afraid to let go.

When he finally did, he didn’t say much—he didn’t have to. His forehead rested against yours for a moment, and in that silence, everything was said.

Then you’d turned to Anna. Her green eyes had met yours, filled with worry and a quiet kind of understanding. You’d taken her gloved hands in yours, pressing a kiss to each palm as if sealing a promise in the gesture. “Keep him safe,” you’d whispered, your voice breaking just slightly.

She’d nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You felt the way her arms wrapped around you, the way her grip lingered, as if drawing strength from you. But you both knew the truth—you were just as scared as she was.

On the jet, Remy had tried. He really had. His voice had carried the same cocky lilt, and he’d tossed a few half-hearted jokes in Anna’s direction.

“Y’know, chérie, this jet’d be a lot prettier if it came with drinks. What’s a Cajun gotta do for a little hospitality, huh?”

She’d managed a faint smile, but it didn’t last. The usual spark of their banter wasn’t there, dulled by the space where you should have been.

Anna stared out the jet window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She couldn’t shake the hollowness inside her. It wasn’t just the worry gnawing at her—though it was relentless—but the absence of you. Usually, she’d glance to her left or right and find you there, a quiet source of comfort. Without you, the cabin felt colder, the walls closer, the silence oppressive.

For Remy, the emptiness hit differently. He’d crack a joke and pause, waiting for your inevitable retort, but the space remained filled only with static. His hands moved restlessly, shuffling his cards, flipping one over now and then, but even that felt hollow. You weren’t there to roll your eyes and mutter about him being a show-off.

The weight of your absence was palpable, a silent ache that filled every glance Anna exchanged with Remy on the jet. There had always been an unspoken rhythm between the three of you—a perfect balance that grounded her even in the most chaotic moments. Without you, the balance was shattered, leaving her feeling adrift, as though she were stepping into the unknown with no tether to guide her.

Now, as you finished tying your boots, Anna watched you rise and walk toward her. She leaned against the wall of the hangar, arms crossed in what looked like casual defiance, but inside, she was barely holding herself together. Her green eyes studied you as you approached, the faint clink of your boots on the metal floor the only sound in the cavernous space.

“He owes us so hard for this,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tried to inject some levity into the moment. Your tone was teasing, warm, the kind of tone you always used to cut through the tension.

Anna didn’t respond right away. Instead, her gaze lingered on your face, her sharp eyes tracing every detail. She saw how tightly your jaw was set, the way your shoulders squared as if you were bracing yourself against the storm of emotions threatening to spill over. Your hands flexed and curled at your sides, fingers twitching as if desperate for something to hold on to.

She knew what you were doing. She knew you were pushing your own fear and anger deep down, trying to lock it away so you could be strong for her. You were always like that—always putting others first, even when it cost you. And it nearly broke her heart.

Anna loved you for that. She loved you for so much more. She loved you for the way you made her feel safe when nothing else did. For the way you always knew when to tease her out of a bad mood or when to just sit quietly beside her, offering nothing but your presence. She loved the small moments: the way you brought her coffee exactly how she liked it without asking, the way your fingers would brush hers when passing a tool during a repair job, the way you looked at her like she was the most important person in the room.

She loved you for the nights when the three of you would lie tangled together, sharing whispered secrets and stolen kisses in the dark. For the way you’d press your lips to her gloved hands, the affection in your eyes saying everything the words couldn’t. For the way you never once flinched at her touch, even when she couldn’t promise it wouldn’t hurt.

Anna straightened as you stopped in front of her, her expression softening. She stepped closer, her boots scraping faintly against the floor as she closed the distance between you. “We’re getting him back,” she said, her voice low but steady, laced with the same fiery determination that burned in her chest.

You nodded, your own resolve mirrored in your expression. For a moment, the two of you just stood there, locked in a silent agreement. No matter what it took, no matter how far you had to go, you were bringing Remy home.

Anna’s fingers twitched as though she wanted to reach for you, to take your hand and let you feel the strength she was drawing from you. She didn’t move, though; she didn’t need to. She could see it in the way you stood tall, the way your eyes burned with quiet fury.

And beneath that fury, she saw the same love she felt—the unyielding, all-consuming love that would carry the two of you through whatever came next.

If the Federation thought they could take Remy without consequence, they were about to learn just how wrong they were.

The chaos of the fight unfolded around her, but Anna’s focus was unshakable—her attention locked on you as you moved through the fray. It wasn’t just the sheer power you wielded that struck her; it was the fury radiating off you like a storm unleashed. That raw, unbridled rage wasn’t something Anna had seen in you before. It was terrifying and beautiful all at once.

Your hands glowed with energy as you fought, that crackling light arcing through the air and coiling around the necks of the armed mercenaries. It wasn’t wild or uncontrolled; it was precise, a deadly extension of your will. You pulled them down one by one, their bodies hitting the ground with sickening thuds that reverberated through the hangar.

“Enough!” Scott’s voice cut through the chaos like a whip, sharp and commanding. He’d already pulled you up on it once, and now he was barking at you again. “We’re here to bring Remy home, not kill everyone in sight!”

But Anna saw the way you barely spared him a glance, your focus razor-sharp as you took out the next threat. This wasn’t blind rage. No, you weren’t reckless—recklessness implied carelessness, and nothing about your movements was careless. You were calculated, every strike deliberate, every motion planned with precision.

Anna watched as you moved through the chaos, like the eye of a hurricane: calm, focused, and devastatingly effective. Your energy wasn’t wild; it was controlled devastation, and it was clear you knew exactly what you were doing, even if no one else could see it.

And Anna never once made the move to stop you.

Because she knew you were right. These people—the Federation—they weren’t just an enemy. They were a plague, hunting mutants like animals, killing without remorse, and spreading fear wherever they went. They weren’t going to stop. Not unless someone stopped them first.

Side by side, you and Anna fought as you always had. There was a rhythm to the way the two of you moved together, an unspoken understanding that needed no words. She would strike high, and you would go low. You’d create openings with your energy blasts, and she’d capitalize on them with a devastating punch or kick.

But this time, the stakes were so much higher. This wasn’t just a fight for survival or a mission to save innocents. This was personal. This was about bringing Remy home.

Anna could feel the weight of that urgency in every punch she threw, every blow she blocked. She felt it in the way her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming hard and fast as she pushed herself to the limit. She felt it in the burn of her muscles and the sting of a cut on her arm she barely registered.

Anna couldn’t take her eyes off you as you moved ahead of her, your energy burning so brightly it seemed to light the dim corridor. Every step you took, every movement of your body, radiated an intensity she had never quite seen before. This wasn’t the same woman who had kissed her palms with a tenderness that made her heart race or traced soft circles on her back during quiet moments. That gentleness was there somewhere, buried beneath the layers of fury and focus, but right now, you were someone else entirely.

You were a force of nature.

“Behind you!” Anna’s voice rang out as her gloved hand shot forward, grabbing a nearby mercenary and slamming him into the wall. But even as she moved, she saw you react with lightning speed. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t hesitate. Your energy surged, wrapping around the man who had crept up on you, and with a sharp motion, you yanked him to the ground.

For a fleeting second, your eyes met hers. And in that moment, Anna saw everything you were holding inside—the rage that burned hotter than your energy, the desperation clawing at your chest, and the iron determination that told her there was no force on this planet strong enough to stop you.

This wasn’t just about strategy or duty. This was war.

Side by side, the two of you moved down the corridor with unrelenting purpose. The air was thick with tension, the faint hum of distant alarms and the occasional shout of mercenaries echoing around you. Anna watched your jaw, tight and set, and felt her chest tighten. This wasn’t the version of you she was used to—the one who always had a dry, sarcastic remark ready to cut through the tension, the one who could make her laugh even in the darkest moments.

Now, there was no smirk, no humor. Just silence and a storm brewing inside you.

Before she could call out, you surged ahead, spotting a group of mercenaries with their backs turned. Anna barely had time to register what was happening before you launched yourself forward with deadly precision. Your legs wrapped around the shoulders of one of them, twisting his body with such force that he crumpled to the ground in seconds. The dull thud of his head hitting the concrete was quickly followed by another, as you used his fallen body as leverage to take down the second man.

Anna moved to join you, but by the time she reached your side, you had already dispatched two more. One went down with an energy blast that slammed him into the wall, the other crumpled under a brutal punch that left him unconscious on the ground.

You turned to her, your eyes sharp and focused, and held up a small device that beeped faintly in your hand. “Through here,” you said simply, your voice devoid of the usual warmth or levity she was used to.

Anna felt a pang in her chest as she nodded, following you to the door. She watched the way your shoulders were taut, the way you barely seemed to breathe, like you were holding everything inside, keeping it locked away until you could unleash it on the people who had taken Remy.

This wasn’t just a rescue for you. It wasn’t just about bringing him home. It was about proving something—to them, to yourself. And as much as it pained Anna to see this side of you, she understood it. Because she felt the same fire burning in her own chest.

She reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder as you worked on the lock, her voice quiet but firm. “You need to breathe. He’s going to be okay,”

You glanced back at Anna, just for a fleeting second, and in that instant, she saw the smallest flicker of the woman she loved—the one who could make her laugh even in the darkest of times, the one who would touch her face with the kind of tenderness that always made Anna’s heart stutter. But it was gone before she could even fully appreciate it. In its place, the woman standing before her was someone different. You were cold, unrelenting, eyes locked onto the task ahead with a focus that couldn’t be broken by anything. You were a storm, and nothing was going to stand in your way.

Anna shook off the tug in her chest and pressed forward. She could only hope that when this was all over, she would find that softer side of you again. But she couldn’t afford to focus on that now. Remy needed her. And so did you.

When she finally found him, the sight of him nearly stopped her in her tracks. Remy was leaning against the far wall, his head tilted back in exhaustion. His usually tousled hair was matted with sweat, some strands clinging to his pale face, his once-bright eyes dimmed by pain and exhaustion. The moment his gaze fell on her, something in his eyes shifted—a mix of relief, disbelief, and something else, something that made her heart squeeze. He looked at her like she was a vision, like she was the answer to a prayer he hadn’t dared to voice aloud.

The corner of his mouth twitched up in a pained, crooked smile, the expression weak but genuine. “It’s damn good t’ see you,” he breathed out, voice hoarse, every word sounding like a struggle.

Anna didn’t hesitate. She quickly crossed the space between them, her hands finding his face, cupping it gently as if she were afraid he might shatter under her touch. Her fingers traced over the roughness of his skin, the warmth of his body, reassuring herself that he was really here, that he was still breathing.

“How badly are you hurt?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly as she forced herself to focus, to keep it together for him.

Remy’s gaze wandered briefly, as though searching for the right words. He motioned weakly to his side, his breath coming out in short, ragged bursts. “Few broken ribs maybe? Pretty good shape considerin’.” He said it easily, but Anna saw the way his body flinched with each breath. She could tell that he wasn’t just trying to downplay the pain; he had already been through hell, and now that he was in her arms, the adrenaline was beginning to fade, leaving him vulnerable, exhausted.

But what bothered her more than his injuries was the way his eyes kept flicking around, searching, almost as if he was waiting for someone else. As if he was waiting for you.

Anna’s stomach tightened at the realization.

She gently lifted his shirt, revealing the dark bruises and deep cuts that marred his chest and abdomen. Her heart clenched at the sight of him like this, barely conscious, struggling just to stay awake. The wounds were severe, but it was the sight of him—pale, disoriented, and too still—that made her feel the weight of their situation. She could feel the question in his eyes, the unspoken need for reassurance. He wanted to know where you were. She could see it in the way his gaze darted toward the door. He needed to know if you were okay.

“She’s covering me while I get you out,” Anna explained, her voice tight but steady. “The others are holding the line until we get you out of here.”

She looked down at her hands, blood staining her gloves as she traced her fingers over the bloodstained fabric of his shirt. “You’re bleeding,” she murmured, already searching for the source of the fresh crimson stains that marked his body.

Remy shrugged weakly, a grimace crossing his face as his eyes dulled with exhaustion. “No idea. Can’ really feel much righ’ now,” he admitted. “Dey gave me somethin’. I can’t… I can’t charge anythin’. I can’t feel anythin’.”

Anna’s heart ached at the way he said it—like a part of him was already resigned to the fact that he was barely hanging on. She reached out and gently touched his cheek, trying to offer him some semblance of comfort, though she knew there was little she could do to make him feel better. She needed to stay focused, though. Remy wasn’t the only one with wounds.

“I just need to find a key to get you out of these cuffs,” she said, voice soft but firm, as she scanned the room for the keys or anything she could use to free him.

Before she could continue, a voice broke through the tension, low and heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

“These what you’re looking for?”

Anna’s head snapped up just as you poked your head through the door, your eyes locking with hers. Your face was covered in droplets of blood, some of it yours, some of it from the mercenaries you’d already taken down. You looked… different. The usual calm composure was gone, replaced by something raw and fierce in your eyes. There was a weight to your gaze, an ache that spoke volumes.

You held out a bundle of keys, your hand steady despite the chaos that had unfolded around you. Without waiting for a response, you tossed the keys to her, the metal clinking as they landed in her hand. Anna’s gaze briefly flickered to you before quickly shifting back to Remy, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the enormity of the moment.

She could see the strain in your eyes—the need to step forward, to be there for him, to touch him, kiss him, to make sure he was alive and whole. But you didn’t move. Instead, your eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on Remy, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “You look like shit, Cajun,” you said, your voice filled with a mixture of sarcasm and something else, something that only they knew.

In that moment, Anna felt something shift inside her. The tension that had been clinging to her chest, the fear, the worry that had been building up since they first laid eyes on each other again—slowly, steadily, began to dissolve. It wasn’t a sudden change, but a subtle release, like the tension easing from her shoulders after months of carrying a burden too heavy to bear.

She’d known that Remy was in trouble, had known the risks from the moment they walked into this hellhole, but hearing the two of you banter, hearing the familiar back-and-forth of you and Remy, it was like hearing a piece of her old world snap back into place. Despite the blood, despite the bruises, despite the wreckage of their bodies and minds, this—this was the two of you. This was the rhythm that she had been missing, the small, ridiculous jokes, the playful teasing, the love wrapped in sarcasm and gruff tones.

It was as if the very essence of who you were had come alive again. Anna saw it in the way you couldn’t resist sparring with Remy, even though every movement made your body scream in pain. She saw it in the way your voice wavered with the faintest trace of your old humor. The love, the tenderness, the connection that had always tied the three of you together—it was there, flickering to life like a spark igniting in the darkest of nights.

Remy’s smile was weak, but it was there, and it was all Anna needed to see to know that, despite everything, there was hope. She couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling just a little at the sound of you two slipping back into your familiar banter.

"Comin’ from you mon amour?" Remy shot back at you, that small grin curling at the corner of his lips, the fire in his eyes sparking to life, even if it was just a flicker.

You turned to her, and that soft humor was still lingering in your expression. “Need a hand getting him up?”

Remy scoffed, trying to sit up straighter, but Anna could see the effort it took. His body wasn’t cooperating the way his bravado was. “I can walk,” he insisted, though it was clear to anyone in the room that walking wasn’t exactly an option.

You raised an eyebrow, your expression a perfect mix of dry sarcasm and affection. “You look like you went four rounds with Captain America,” you said, your voice flat, but there was an underlying warmth to it that Anna could feel, even from where she stood.

Despite everything, despite the pain you were hiding behind the sharp edges of your words, there was still something good in you, something familiar that made her feel like she could breathe again. For a moment, just a moment, Anna forgot about the chaos outside, the soldiers closing in. All that mattered was the relief of hearing the two of you, together, joking like it was just another mission, just another fight.

But then there was a sound outside the room—a faint shuffle of boots, a quiet murmur of voices. The tension returned to Anna’s chest, the weight of time crashing back in. The sound was enough to snap her back into reality.

You heard it too, and your eyes darted toward the door. There was a split second of quiet, a silent exchange between the two of you. And then, with a quick glance toward Anna and Remy, your face hardened, the playful glint fading from your eyes.

“Times up,” you said, your voice low but steady, your hand tightening around the doorframe as if ready to spring into action. “You gotta go. I can hold them off but make it fast.”

There was no hesitation in your voice, no second of doubt in your decision. The moment the words left your mouth, you were already moving, the weight of the mission falling into place as if it were just another objective on your mental checklist. You didn’t need to say anything else, didn’t need anyone’s approval or support. You had a job to do, and nothing—nothing—was going to stop you from completing it. Without looking back at Anna or Remy, you stepped into the chaos, into the fire, prepared to face whatever came next as though it was just another day in the field.

Anna watched you, and for a brief, painful moment, she felt that all-too-familiar tangle of emotions stir inside her. Admiration. Frustration. Worry. You were always like this, never allowing yourself to be vulnerable, always the one who carried the weight of the world, putting everyone else before yourself. She had seen it so many times before, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t just a mission. It wasn’t just another fight. It was Remy. It was you.

She turned back to Remy, pushing the worry aside as best as she could. She couldn’t let it take over now, not when he needed her. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the keys, sorting through them quickly, her fingers fumbling as she tried to find the right one. She slid one in, but it didn’t work. She cursed softly under her breath, trying again. She didn’t know if it was the pressure of the situation or just her mind racing, but it felt like every second counted.

“She's doing that thing,” Anna muttered to herself, frustration threading through her words. She tried another key. “You know, the one where she pushes down everything she’s feeling because she’s trying to be the strong one for everyone else?”

She could hear Remy’s soft, raspy chuckle as he shifted beside her. Despite everything, despite how broken and bruised he was, he still found a way to smile. “Yeah. I know it well,” he breathed, his voice low, strained, but full of affection. “She’s always been like dat.”

Anna didn’t respond right away, focused on the task at hand, but she couldn’t help the tiny, soft smile that tugged at her lips. “Even since we got here,” she continued, her fingers trying a different key, “There wasn’t a thing that was gonna stop her from getting to you. Not the Federation, not the damn walls, not even... well, not even herself.”

She paused for a split second, surprised at the truth of the words coming out of her mouth. Her breath caught as the key clicked, the cuffs falling open with a satisfying click that seemed to echo in the silence of the room. She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her heart beating louder in her chest as she helped Remy sit up.

He grinned, a tired but genuine smile spreading across his face as he looked up at Anna. “Dat’s my girl,” he said softly, the admiration clear in his voice despite the pain that dulled his words. His gaze softened as he looked around the room, the chaos of the mission fading into the background for a moment as he took in the sight of her. “You and her. The two of you.”

Anna looked at him, and for a moment, she saw more than just the warrior Remy had become. She saw the same man who, months ago, had made her laugh until she couldn’t breathe, the same man who always tried to make the world feel just a little less heavy, even in the darkest of times. Her heart swelled, and she reached out, slipping her arm around him to help him rise.

As she pulled him up, she couldn’t help but smile, the weight of everything still lingering, but softened by his presence, by the comfort of knowing that they had each other.

“She’s our girl,” Anna corrected, her voice low but filled with affection.

Remy chuckled softly, wincing as he shifted. “Yeah, our pain in da ass,” he added, the hint of his old humor returning. There was something comforting in the way he spoke, something that made Anna’s heart feel just a little lighter, despite everything they had gone through.

She gave him a knowing look as she helped him move, guiding him carefully toward the door. “You’re right about that,” she said, her voice steady but tender as she helped him toward safety, her thoughts flickering briefly to you. You were out there, fighting alone, but for once, Anna knew—knew—that you weren’t alone in your heart. Not really. You had them. And they had you.

Remy watched you, bemused, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you moved about the bedroom, gathering the laundry on the floor. You were wearing nothing but a large, loose shirt that hung just above your mid-thigh, your hair pushed back from your face in a casual, effortless way. The soft light from the bedside lamp bathed you in a warm, golden glow, casting delicate shadows that accentuated the lines of your face. Remy couldn’t help but stare, a mix of admiration and love swirling in his chest as he took you in.

God, you were beautiful. Even after everything, you were still the most captivating person he had ever laid eyes on. He had never been one for sentimentality, but in this moment, with you moving around him so quietly, so cautiously, it all felt overwhelming.

You were trying to keep your distance. He could see it. Anna had mentioned it to him on the way back, the way you had stayed on the far side of the jet, the way you’d barely looked at him since the moment he’d come out of that hellish ordeal. He knew what it was—he saw it in the way you moved, the way your eyes kept flicking nervously to his, as if afraid of getting too close, too vulnerable. You were worried about him. More than that, you were scared, and you didn’t know how to show it without losing yourself in the emotion.

“Ya gotta stop fussin,” Remy finally said, his voice low but warm, an easy smile tugging at his lips as he watched you. You turned to look at him, pausing just for a moment before you went back to gathering the clothes from the floor. The silence between you was thick with unspoken words.

“I’m not fussing,” you shot back, your tone a little sharper than you intended. “If I was fussing, you’d know about it.”

Remy studied you for a moment, watching your back as you worked, knowing there was more beneath the surface. He said nothing, simply observing, until his gaze softened, his voice quieter now. “Cher, ya ain’t even looked at me since we boarded dat jet.” His words landed heavy between you, his eyes never leaving you as he saw the subtle shift in your body language. You froze, a tightness in your jaw as you clenched it. You swallowed hard.

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed?” he added, quieter, a raw honesty in his voice now.

The air around you seemed to thicken, and you couldn’t quite look at him. Your breath caught in your throat as you worked to keep your composure. It was as though every word you had been holding back for days was now starting to surface, unwilling to stay hidden any longer.

The room felt small, the weight of everything pressing in on you. You could feel the ache in your chest, the growing knot that had been building since the moment he’d been pulled from the wreckage. You turned toward him slowly, finally meeting his gaze. Your heart clenched as you saw him—the man you loved, the man who was still here, still alive. But the thought of losing him...

“I almost lost you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the words scraping against the lump in your throat. Your chest ached as your eyes traced the lines of him, from the sharp muscles in his chest, to his arms, his jawline, and then his eyes—his eyes that looked at you with nothing but devotion.

The intensity in his gaze broke you.

“I almost lost you,” you repeated, taking a shaky breath as your voice cracked. “And I never told you that I loved you. I never told you.” You swallowed again, the words burning in your throat. “You told me, and I... I didn’t say it back. I was so damn scared, and I didn’t say it back. And now, I...” Your voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the enormity of what you almost lost, the rawness of the truth.

Remy’s expression softened, his eyes glimmering with understanding as he watched you, his heart aching for you. He shook his head gently, his smirk reappearing, but there was something else in his eyes now—something warm, something that reached deep into your soul. “You never needed t’ say it back, mon cœur,” he murmured, his voice steady but full of affection. “I know. And so does Anna.” He held out his hand, waiting, patient as ever, for you to take it.

You met his gaze, searching his face as you slowly reached for his hand. His fingers curled around yours with ease, drawing you toward him. He guided you gently until you were sitting on his lap, your legs straddling his, facing him. He was warm beneath you, steady, and you could feel the strength of his presence, even as he rested his hands on your thighs. His touch was tender, but there was an intensity to it that sent shivers down your spine.

He pushed your hair away from your face, his eyes studying you as though memorizing every detail of your face. “All I could think about,” he murmured softly, his voice raw, “was you. Was Anna.” He gave a small, knowing smile. “All the things da three of us never did.”

You snorted softly, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. “You’re such a sap,” you teased, unable to hide the warmth spreading through your chest as you looked down at him. You laughed softly, but your heart felt lighter, the weight of your earlier fears slowly lifting.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words finally flowing from your lips without the restraint you’d held them with before. “And I’m sorry it took you almost dying for me to say it.”

Remy’s eyes softened as he looked up at you, his expression a perfect blend of love and understanding. He leaned forward, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. “Better late den never, non?” he teased.

The moment Remy's lips met yours, everything else fell away. It was as if the world stopped turning for just a second. You poured every ounce of emotion—relief, love, longing—into that kiss, the one that had been building between you for what felt like an eternity. His lips were warm, insistent, and soft, but the way he deepened the kiss told you everything. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his fingertips pressing against the delicate skin there with a familiarity that was both comforting and electrifying. His tongue brushed against yours, slow and deliberate at first, before the kiss became more urgent, more heated, as if both of you were trying to make up for all the time lost, all the fears you had carried without speaking them. The taste of him, the feel of him, was intoxicating, and for those few moments, it was just the two of you—no past, no future, just now.

The kiss was everything. It was love in its most raw, unguarded form. You felt like you could lose yourself in it and never look back. You melted into his touch, into his warmth, and you were convinced that if the world ended in this moment, you would die happy, knowing you had this—him—here with you.

But then, a soft sound broke through the haze of your thoughts—the unmistakable creak of the door opening. You reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you turned to see Anna stepping into the room.

She stood in the doorway, a small, affectionate smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the scene in front of her. You were still seated in Remy’s lap, your hands intertwined, your faces flushed from the intensity of the moment. Anna's eyes softened, her gaze flicking between the two of you.

“So, I’m assuming we’re all staying in here tonight then?” she said with a soft laugh, her voice laced with amusement as she stepped forward. Her hand placed a metal box on the bedside table with a quiet clink.

You and Remy exchanged a glance before your attention turned to the box. The three of you knew exactly what was inside—something that allowed Anna to suppress her abilities just enough to be able to touch you, to feel you in a way that was impossible when she wasn’t wearing it. You hadn’t realized how much you craved that physical closeness until Anna had started wearing it more often.

“Honestly, I’m fine going back to my own room. He snores anyway,” you teased, half-heartedly trying to swing your leg off Remy’s lap. But before you could move, Remy’s hands pressed gently on your thighs, guiding you back down into position, keeping you close to him. He didn’t say anything, but the way his hands caressed your skin made it clear that he wasn’t ready to let go, not yet.

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. “Apparently, I’m staying in here tonight again. This is becoming a habit.”

Remy’s fingers traced small circles on your legs, as though to reassure you that there was no hurry, no need to rush. He was content, his body relaxed under your touch.

Anna grinned at the exchange, her eyes softening as she came and sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, good. It feels wrong when you're not in here with us," she said quietly, her tone gentle and sincere.

You felt a flicker of unease in your chest. It was a fleeting moment, but it made your stomach tighten uncomfortably. Anna and Remy had always shared this space. You could see it in the way their belongings were scattered together, the way they moved with an easy familiarity that came from years of being entwined in each other’s lives. They had history together—years of laughter, of love, of shared moments. And sometimes, when you were alone with your thoughts, a sharp pang of jealousy would flare up. The subtle way their lives were woven together before you ever came into the picture—it was hard not to feel like you were intruding.

But in that moment, as Anna settled next to you, her presence warm and familiar, you reminded yourself that this was your place too. You belonged here. You weren’t an outsider, no matter what your mind tried to tell you. Remy and Anna had both reassured you in their own ways, without words, that you were part of this. You were loved. You were wanted. And they needed you just as much as you needed them.

Remy must have sensed the shift in your mood. His hand, which had been idly stroking your leg, stilled for a moment, then gave a small squeeze, his thumb brushing over your skin in a comforting gesture. His voice was soft, concerned, but laced with a quiet strength. "You okay, cher?"

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile as you placed your hand over his, grounding yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, your voice betraying none of the vulnerability you were feeling.

Anna reached over to unlock the metal box, pulling out the circular band inside. Without a word, she attached it around her neck, the gesture simple but somehow filled with meaning. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her, the relief of knowing she’d be able to connect with you both again settling in your chest.

As Anna climbed over the bed, joining you both in the shared space, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between you and Remy. You reached out without thinking, your hand slipping into hers, a silent reminder that you weren’t afraid of her, of her powers. You loved her just as much as you loved Remy, and this connection—this bond—you shared was something you wanted to nurture, not hide from.

Remy broke the silence, his voice teasing but warm. “You know, cher,” he began, his hand gently grasping Anna’s hand, “She loves me.”

Anna turned to look at you with a smile that was part teasing, part affectionate. “Really now?”

You rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping you as you shook your head. “Oh, I regret saying anything now.”

Remy’s hand slapped your thigh lightly, a grin playing across his face. “No take backs,” he teased, his voice filled with that same playful energy that you loved so much.

Anna let out a loud laugh as she nudged you with her arm, “You’re stuck with him now,” She warned, “Like one of those stray cats you feed in the street. Once you tell him you love him, that’s it, game over.” She joked as she moved aside slightly, watching as you slid off his lap and next to her, your knees brought up to your chest.

A smile crossed your face as you watched the way Anna moved towards Remy, her fingers tracing the bruising on his side. You watched the way he tensed under her touch, the way the goosebumps spread across his skin.

“You two are killing me right now,” He groaned, looking between the two of you. A smirk crossed Annas face as she kissed him just above his nipple.

Your grin widened as he tilted his head back and shook his head, you saw the way he swallowed, the way he closed his eyes.

Remy’s groan filled the room, low and desperate, as Anna’s lips brushed against his skin again. Her fingers traced the faint bruise along his ribs, her touch feather-light but deliberate. His breath hitched, his muscles tightening under her attention. You sat there, watching, your heart thrumming in your chest, a wicked smile tugging at your lips.

Anna smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Good.” She nipped at his collarbone, her teeth grazing just enough to make him jerk. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands gripping the edge of the bed beside him. You could see the tension in his arms, the way his knuckles whitened as he fought to stay still.

You moved closer, your eyes watching the scene in front of you. Your hand moved to brush Anna’s hair away from her neck, pressing a soft kiss just below her ear. She shivered, leaning into your touch, her lips parting as she turned her head to look at you. There was something electric about her gaze, something that made your stomach twist pleasantly.

“He’s trying so hard not to lose it,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. Your fingers danced up Anna’s spine, feeling the way her body arched slightly under your touch. She let out a soft hum, her eyes half-lidded as she glanced back at Remy.

“Maybe we should help him with that sugar?” she suggested, her tone playful but laced with hunger. Her hand slid down Remy’s torso, her nails trailing lightly over his abs before dipping lower under the blanket. He hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his voice shaking. His eyes flicked between the two of you, dark with need. “You’re both… fuckin’ relentless.”

You chuckled, leaning in to press another kiss to Anna’s shoulder. Her skin was warm, soft, and you couldn’t resist sinking your teeth into the curve of her neck. She gasped, her fingers tightening on Remy’s hip. The sound she made went straight to your core, hot and insistent.

“Relentless?” you echoed, pulling back just enough to meet Remy’s gaze. “Lebeau, we haven’t even started.”

Anna laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down your spine. She moved away from Remy, turning to face you fully. Her hands reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up slowly. You raised your arms, letting her pull it off and toss it aside. Her eyes roamed over your exposed skin, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Gorgeous,” she breathed, her hands settling on your hips. You felt the heat of her palms through the thin fabric of your underwear, and you bit your lip, your pulse quickening.

Behind her, Remy groaned again, his fists clenching at his sides. “You really gon’ do dis to me, huh? Just… leave me here?”

Anna glanced over her shoulder, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Don’t worry, swamp rat. We’ll get to you.” She turned back to you, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. “But first…”

She dropped to her stomach, her hands sliding down your thighs as she pulled your panties down in one smooth motion. The cool air brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but the heat of her breath so close to where you needed her most had you trembling for an entirely different reason.

Her hands gripped your hips, steadying you as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You exhaled sharply, your fingers tangling in her hair. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire, before finally closing the distance.

Her tongue slid through your folds, slow and deliberate, and you gasped, your head falling back. She moaned softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Her tongue circled your clit, teasing, and you tightened your grip on her hair, urging her on.

“Anna…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. She responded by sucking gently, her tongue flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your knees nearly buckled, but she held you firmly, her mouth working you with skill and precision.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Remy shift, his gaze fixed on the two of you. His jaw was clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You reached out a hand towards him, crooking your finger. “Come here,” you managed, your voice shaky but commanding.

He didn’t hesitate, moving forward until he was close enough for you to touch. Your free hand found the waistband of his underwear, yanking them down with help from him. He was already hard, his cock straining against his stomach, and you wrapped your fingers around him, giving him a firm stroke.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand. You grinned, tightening your grip slightly, and he shuddered. “You’re… both…”

Anna pulled back, her lips slick as she looked up at you. “I thought you wanted him begging,” she said, her tone teasing. Her hands slid up your thighs, squeezing lightly.

“Oh, he will be,” you replied, your voice low and full of promise. You glanced down at Remy, your hand moving slowly along his length. “Won’t you, Cajun?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Whatever you want, just… please.”

Anna chuckled, sitting up and wrapping her arms around your waist. Her breasts pressed against your back, her lips finding your ear. “He needs to learn what happens when he makes us worry like this. Maybe next time he’ll listen to orders,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin.

Your heart raced, your body humming with anticipation. You nodded, your fingers tightening around him as you moved him off the bed. “On your knees,” you ordered, your voice firm.

He obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the floor in front of the bed. Anna released you, stepping around to stand beside him. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly, and he groaned, his head tilting back to look up at her.

“Look at you being a good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as she tugged harder.

You moved off the bed and crouched behind him, “Spread your legs,” you instructed in his ear, your voice soft but commanding. He obeyed immediately, shifting to give you better access. You reached around, your fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh, brushing against his balls before moving higher.

Anna knelt in front of him, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him deeply. You watched for a moment, captivated by the way they moved together, before focusing on your task. Your tongue darted out, licking your lips as you moved in front of him, crouching down and taking him in your mouth. You listened as he moaned into Anna’s mouth, his hips bucking slightly.

A grin crossed your face as you looked up at him, “Do you like that?”

He nodded, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. “Yes,” he managed, his voice strained. “Cher you…”

You didn’t need any further encouragement. Your tongue licked down his shaft as he let out another loud moan, bucking as you once again sucked him into your mouth.

Anna pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening. She looked down at Remy, her fingers threading through his hair as she gave it a sharp tug. “Look at you,” she said, her voice thick with arousal. “Completely at our mercy.”

His eyes met hers, heavy-lidded and desperate. “Yours,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Both of yours. Always.”

The words sent a thrill through you, your body aching with the need to take him, to claim him. But you weren’t done yet. Pulling back slightly, you moved to grasp his cock, stroking him firmly as your tongue continued to tease him.

Anna shifted, her hand sliding down to join yours. Together, you worked him, your movements synced perfectly. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hands turning into fists on the floor as he struggled to hold on.

“That’s it,” Anna coaxed, her voice soft and encouraging. “Let go for us, sugar.”

He shook his head, his teeth gritted. “Not… not yet…”

You smirked, slowing your hand and pulling back completely. He whined, his hips jerking forward, seeking friction. “What’s wrong?” you teased, your voice light. “Can’t take it anymore?”

“Fuck,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Cher don’ you stop. Not now…”

You and Anna grinned as you both let go of him, moving back slightly. You saw the dark look on his face as you gave him a shit eating grin. You ran your hand though his hair, moving close to him as you leant down and whispered, “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about pulling a stunt like today again,” You tugged his hair as he let out a loud moan before you moved back towards the bed.

Remy’s breath hitched as he looked between the two of you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes, dark and hungry, locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like the room had stilled. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the unspoken promise of what was to come.

“You think you’re in control,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, dripping with desire. “Oh mon amour you have no idea.”

Anna let out a soft laugh, her fingers still trailing along his bruised side. “Oh, we know exactly what you’re capable of,” she purred, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. “And we’ve been enjoying every second of it.”

But Remy wasn’t having it. In one swift motion, he grabbed Anna’s wrist and pulled her up, his other hand sliding around your waist and yanking you with them. You gasped, startled by the sudden shift in power. His lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“You’ve been playing with fire,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous growl. “And now… it’s my turn.”

Before you could react, he spun you around, pressing you face-first against the wall. Your hands instinctively braced against the cool surface as you felt his body press into yours from behind. Anna let out a surprised yelp as Remy pinned her against the wall beside you, his free hand sliding up her thigh.

“Remy…” Anna breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and excitement. “What are you—”

He cut her off with a searing kiss, his lips crashing against hers with raw intensity. You watched from the corner of your eye, your heart pounding as Anna melted into him, her moans muffled by his mouth. When he finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed.

“Both of you,” he said, his tone commanding, “Always pull dis shit wit; me. An’ now, it’s time I return de favor.”

You felt his hand slide down your back, gripping your hips firmly. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good,” he murmured, his words sending shivers down your spine. “But I think it’s time I remind you who’s really in charge here.”

His grip tightened, and before you knew it, he was spinning you around to face him. His eyes burned with hunger as he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you back against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and you could feel the hard length of him pressed against you, throbbing with need.

“Remy…” you whispered, your voice shaky with anticipation.

He smirked, his hands roaming over your body as he claimed your lips in a bruising kiss. Your head swam with the intensity of it, the way his tongue danced with yours, the way his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, your chest heaving.

“Watch,” he commanded, turning his attention to Anna.

She stood there, her eyes wide and filled with desire, her lips parted as she waited for whatever he had in store. Remy stepped closer to her, his hands sliding up her arms until they reached her shoulders. With a firm push, he guided her to her knees, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Be a good girl,” he said, his voice low and demanding. “And show me how much you want dis.”

Anna’s hands trembled as she reached for his cock. Her lips parted, and without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Remy groaned, his head tipping back as he tangled one hand in her hair, guiding her movements. His other hand reached out, grasping your thigh and pulling you closer. You bit your lip, feeling the heat building between your legs as you watched Anna pleasure him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Dat’s it… just like dat.”

Anna’s moans vibrated against him, her pace quickening as she took him deeper. You could see the way his muscles tensed, the way his hips bucked slightly, desperate for more. But then, without warning, he pulled away, leaving Anna gasping for air.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice tight with restraint. “We ain’t done here.”

He turned to you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushed you face down on to the bed, him following you soon after. You felt the hot, wet tip of his cock brush against your core, and you whimpered, arching your back as he teased you.

“Please,” you begged, your voice trembling. “Remy…”

He smirked, his grip tightening on your hips as he pushed into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he filled you completely, his girth stretching you in the most delicious way. A low groan escaped his lips as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

“Look at her,” he growled, tilting your chin toward Anna. “She’s watching us, loving every second of it.”

You turned your head, meeting Anna’s gaze. Her eyes were dark with lust, her lips swollen and glistening. She licked them slowly, as she watched Remy fuck you with reckless abandon.

“Do you like what you see?” Remy asked her, his voice taunting.

Anna nodded eagerly, “Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes…”

Remy chuckled darkly, his pace quickening as he continued to pound into you. “Den why ain’t you here?”

Without hesitation, Anna climbed onto the bed, positioning herself in front of you. Her fingers traced your lips, and you opened your mouth, letting her slip them inside. You sucked on them greedily, your tongue swirling around her digits as Remy’s thrusts grew harder, faster.

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand reaching down to spank your ass sharply. You cried out, the sting only fueling your desire as he continued to drive into you.

Anna leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Her tongue dueled with yours, her hands roaming over your body as Remy dominated you from behind. The combination of sensations was overwhelming—the way he filled you, the way Anna’s touch ignited your skin—and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I’m close,” you panted, breaking the kiss. “So close…”

“Not yet,” Remy growled, slowing his pace. “You’ll come when I say you can.”

He pulled out of you abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. Anna whined in protest, but Remy silenced her with a look. He grabbed her roughly, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her hips up. You watched, your breath catching, as he positioned himself behind her.

“Your turn,” he said, slapping her ass hard. “Show me how much you want it cherie.”

Anna moaned, pushing her hips back eagerly. Remy didn’t make her wait, plunging into her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he set a punishing rhythm.

“Like dat?” he taunted, his hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“Yes!” she screamed, her body writhing beneath him. “God, yes!”

You crawled closer, unable to resist the sight of them together. Your hand slid between her legs, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Anna’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against your fingers as Remy fucked her relentlessly.

“Come for us,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear. “Let go…”

With a strangled cry, Anna did just that, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Remy followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled himself inside her with a guttural groan.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he pressed his head into your shoulder, “Fuck,”.

You laid down next to Anna, your face meeting hers as you kissed her gently, “God I love you,” You whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at you, her cheeks flushed as she reached up to run her hand through your hair, “I love you so much more,” She breathed as she pressed her lips to yours.

Remy pulled out, looking down at you both for a moment, “I need to sort you out,” He breathed, looking at you.

You shook your head, “I can do it myself,” You breathed.

Remy smirked, “You know me better than dat Cher,” He said as he grabbed your legs, pulling your legs off the bed and pushing them up before crouching down in front of you. He presses his lips to your inner thighs, his hands gripping them ever so slightly to keep them still. You look over at Anna who was looking at you, her hand tracing your face before making their way down to your nipples, pulling and tugging at them as you gave a loud moan.

 You felt the way Remy’s mouth began pressing kisses to your folds before finally sinking his tongue in your center. There, he began to suck and lick you delicately, like he wanted to taste every single bit of you.

 You could feel the knot in your stomach, the all too familiar feeling of wanting to let go, you let out a loud moan as his fingers plunged deep inside you and his tongue continuing to circle your clit softly. Anna pulled you into another kiss as she pressed her tongue into yours.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Remy breathed as he came up, smirking as you let out a groan of disappointment.

Anna reached in between your folds, her fingers lightly stroking you as she rested her head on her hand, watching with a smile as Remy torturously kissed his way up your stomach and chest, making sure to pay special attention to your breasts; his tongue circling your nipples and his teeth gently pulling at them.

“This is payback isn’t it?” You breathed as you felt the goosebumps rise against your skin. Another moan as you felt Anna’s fingers dipped inside of you, “You asshole Lebeau,”.

Remy looks up and smirks at Anna who kisses him deeply in front of you, her hands withdrawing from you. You watch as she brings her fingers, slick with you, to his lips; her eyes dark as he slowly sucks them. She runs her hand through his hair as he turns back to you.

He hovers over you, watching you closely as he slowly enters you, your nails scratching down his shoulders in pleasure. You let out a moan as he fully enters you.

You could hear him swear in French as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. He moves and looks at you, kissing you as you bring your hips to meet his. As the pace quickens, he grabs your hands, pinning them above your head, kissing you deeply, a loud moan echoing through the room. You could feel Anna’s hands gripping your wrists, pressing her lips to the inside of them.

The two of you move together, your bodies in sync as he thrusts into you. Each movement sends waves of pleasure through your body, your breath coming in short gasps as you meet his hips with your own.

He continues to kiss you, his lips hot and hungry as they explore your mouth. His hands are still holding yours above your head, keeping you pinned in place as his fingers now threaded through the other womans as well.

A shocked squeal escapes your lips as he lifts you off the bed with ease, sitting you up on top of him as you hold on to him with your hands, your legs wrapped around him. You start gently moving, his forehead pressed against yours, he captures your lips once again as you both start to move in sync.  

Your eyes met Annas who was now sitting by the bedhead, watching you both with that familiar look of love and adoration. Her bottom lip was caught in between her bottom lip as she watched you both with darkened eyes.

As you turned back to Remy and begin to move together, his hands were on your hips, guiding you as you rock back and forth. You could feel him deep inside you, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You feel amazing," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"Stop fucking talking,” Was all that was able to come out of your mouth as he continuously hit that spot.

You continue to move together, your bodies in sync as you explore each other. You can feel the way your bodies fit together, the way he fills you up completely. It's a feeling of completeness, of wholeness, that you've never experienced before him.

As you move together, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. But this time, you're not in a rush to get there. Instead, you savour every moment, every sensation. You explore every inch of him, your hands roaming over his chest and back. You almost lost him today. And you refuse to let yourself go another minute without savouring him, savouring the time you all had together.

You can feel the way his muscles tense and release beneath your fingertips, the way his breath catches in his throat as you hit just the right spot. You can feel the way he responds to your touch, the way he moans and gasps in pleasure.

He continues to kiss you, his lips hot and hungry as they explore your mouth. His tongue traces patterns on your lips, your tongue, your teeth. You can feel the way he tastes, the way he smells, and it's intoxicating.

As the pleasure builds, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building in your body, the way your muscles tightened and released. You could feel the way your breath came in short gasps, the way your heart raced in your chest.

Finally, you can't take it any longer. “Remy, fuck,” Your body trembling as you come undone in his arms. He follows shortly after, his whole body tensing up as he reaches his peak. You can feel his teeth sink into your collarbone as you press a kiss into his shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

The air in the room was thick with the lingering warmth of intimacy, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a golden hue over the three of you. The scent of skin and faint traces of lavender from Anna’s lotion mingled with the subtle crispness of Remy’s cologne. He pressed a kiss to your neck, his lips lingering just long enough to feel the steady rhythm of your pulse beneath his skin. His forehead rested against you for a moment, his breath warm and steady.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of sincerity.

He knew he should move, but he wasn’t ready to let go of the moment. Slowly, he reached back, smiling when Anna’s hand met his. Her fingers were soft but firm as she intertwined them with his, pressing her lips to the palm of his hand. She moved closer, her bare skin brushing against his back as her arms came around him, cradling the space between him and you. Her touch was tender as she brushed a lock of hair from your face.

Remy tilted his head slightly, watching the way Anna’s lips pressed to your forehead. The connection between the three of you felt so tangible, so grounding, as though the world outside didn’t exist. His chest swelled with emotion—love so deep and pure it almost felt overwhelming. He’d never thought he’d have this, this sense of home wrapped up in two people who had become his everything.

You opened your eyes, giving Anna a lazy, half-lidded smile that spoke of complete contentment. The sight tugged at something deep inside Remy, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, his trademark grin softening into something more vulnerable.

“So,” he asked, a playful gleam returning to his eyes as he leaned back slightly to get a better look at you. “How long you planning on staying in here? Considering I apparently snore and all.”

You stretched your arms lazily, your shirt nowhere to be found, and gave him a teasing smirk. “Forever,” you whispered, your tone mock-serious but with a glint of truth behind the word.

Remy’s heart flipped at the sound, the simplicity of it hitting him like a bolt. Forever. It was the answer he hadn’t realized he needed to hear. Anna’s voice, soft and sure, echoed your words. “Forever sounds good.”

He watched as you slid off him with a grin, moving across the room to grab your shirt. He admired the way you moved, graceful even in your teasing. Pulling your shirt over your head, you threw them a grin before heading toward the bathroom. As the door closed behind you, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

God, he loved you. He loved you in ways he couldn’t put into words, in ways that made the thought of forever with you feel not just possible but necessary.

Anna pressed a kiss to his shoulder, her lips soft and warm, and he turned to face her, catching the glint in her green eyes that mirrored his own feelings. “Forever,” she whispered again, her voice dreamy, almost as if speaking the word aloud would cement it into reality.

Remy cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing along her jaw as his lips hovered just above hers. There was no rush in his movement, no urgency—just pure adoration. When their lips met, it was soft at first, growing into something deeper as he poured every ounce of his love for her into the kiss.

Pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, Remy let his eyes close for a brief moment. His voice, low and heavy with emotion, broke the quiet. “Yeah, ma chérie. Forever sounds real good.” The words weren’t just spoken—they were a promise, a declaration of everything he felt and everything he would give to keep this moment, this love, this family they had built.

When he opened his eyes, he saw it reflected in hers. That same love, deep and unwavering, shining back at him like a beacon. It was the kind of love that anchored him, the kind that softened the edges of a life that had too often been sharp and cruel. Her lips curved into a small smile, and it felt like sunlight breaking through a storm.

As they sat there, the room bathed in the golden glow of the bedside lamp, the quiet stretched between them, not empty but full—full of everything they didn’t need to say. Anna’s hand found his, their fingers intertwining with a gentle squeeze, and for a moment, Remy felt like he could finally breathe.

He gave her a smile, one that was soft around the edges, full of that playful charm he always carried but tempered now by something deeper. His heart felt full to bursting as he thought of you in the other room, teasing and laughing with them one minute, and completely stealing his breath away the next.

Forever.

The word settled into him, not just a hope but a truth he was ready to hold onto with both hands.

Just him and his girls. His heart, his home, his everything.