Wow. So... ok, I know haven't posted in... years... twitch. Will be so unsurprised if nobody's paying attention anymore, but... well... Remy and Milana deserve another short. One of three chapters, already written up, make sure to review!

-Icey-

Remy woke slowly to the smell of sweet tropical flowers and a warm, fresh breeze that was unique to the tropics. As his eyes opened the pale yellows and oranges of the hotel room filled his blurry vision, then the bright white where the sun filtered in and lit up the sheets like they were made of pearl. Turning his head slightly a darker and more beautiful color assaulted him.

Purple. A vibrant and lively hue who made him tingle and relax at the same time. Get just the right shade, like the shade he was looking at right now, and all sensible thought drained from his head, and his heart threatened to burst from his chest.

Rolling over the brown haired man leant into the purple mass, finding his favorite patch of soft fur on the form's neck and kissing it. There was a soft sigh to his left, and then the thin, toned form of a young woman untangled from the sheets and emerged. Dark eyes slowly opened, then smiled at him. It was that smile that made him talk nonsensically and trip over his own feet. He was so lost in her, color, scent, eyes...

"What are you doing, dork? You promised me I could sleep in on my vacation," she teased, reaching down and touching his cheek.

"Sorry," he blushed. "Couldn' help it when I saw yoh neck."

"Right. Well, you know the rules. No kissing me when I'm unconscious," she said.

"I wasn't kissin' foh kissin', I was kissin' 'cause..." Remy blinked and thought quickly. "I didn' wan' you t' miss de sunrise."

"Sunrise?" Milana looked at him suspiciously.

"Yeah, see?" he pointed. She turned and looked, then sighed.

"Rem, it's ten in the morning," she smiled, rolling over and getting on all fours, leaning down to kiss him. "The sun rose hours ago."

"Oh. I guess de room's colors mixed me up," he said innocently, grinning and attempting to pull her closer. Then he yelped as she sprung on him, landing on his chest and then pinning him down. "Whoa... but hey, I like dis..."

"You'd better be careful," Milana smirked, looking at him. "You've used up almost all of the alloted patience for funny business this trip."

"But it de firs' mornin'," he said, eyes wide.

"First you get us champagne on the flight down and try to convince me we had to share a seat on the way down, then we get here and you got the 'Sweetheart's Suite' with only one bed, then you expected me to fall for the idea that the beach was for nuddist's only, and now you start kissing me while I was asleep?" she arched an eyebrow at him.

"All o' dat was completely legit," Remy argued. "I tol' you de dumb airline messed up our tickets, I t'ought de suite came with two beds like in de pictures, an' why d'ya t'ink I petitioned so hard t' come t' dis specific beach? Imagine how much it hurt ime/i t' find out de beach was clothin' required."

"And this morning?" Milana sat back and folded her arms over her chest.

Remy blinked, then grinned sheepishly. "I was drunk off de beauty o' you in de sunlight?"

"You are iso/i lucky that I'm tolerant and easy going," she rolled her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose, then got up and went to go find some clothes.

Remy rolled over and sighed.

"But you sure ain' easy, chere," he said. Milana paused in the doorway of the bathroom, then turned, hand on hip.

"I'm not dry, you just got used to taking booty for granted," she said, eyes narrowing. "You know what I want from you, LeBeau."

"My heart? You got dat. My pride? I gladly whipped by you, chere," Remy crawled out of bed, then over to her, leaning up and taking her hand and looking up, eyes content and filled with amusement. "You wan' money? I got it. A home? A-"

"Promise?" she asked, smiling, then slowly kneeling and hugging him. "You know I love you, Remy, but I've been through a lot. I just don't want to go on without knowing what we have is-"

"Real?" Remy looked at her sorrowfully, as if it hurt him that she had to ask.

"Forever," she corrected gently, her own smile slipping as she leaned back.

"We ben t'get'er foh years now," he said softly. "You even have t' ask?"

She looked up at him.

"They've been the best years of my life, but I know you. You're a rogue, an adventurer. And maybe one day you'll be ready for a commitment, but you're still a scamp and trickster this morning," she said, then pulled him close for a long, loving kiss. Remy could never say no to this embrace, or remain hurt afterwards, but he was still semi serious when they broke.

"You don' seem too upset by it all now," he grumbled.

"I'm not," she smiled, stroking his cheek. "I'm just not going to share a twelve hour plane ride in the same seat with you till I know you're ready to settle down after."

Getting up she smiled, then turned to go inside. Remy watched her, tugging at her bushy tail playfully before the bathroom door closed, then slowly got up.

Sighing he went to find his own change of clothes, then went and took out his shaving kit. Opening it he reached in and pulled out a small black box and fingered it thoughtfully, walking back to the bathroom door.

"Still t'ink I ain' ready t' commit, my chere?" he murmured, settling his forehead to the wood of the door.

"Did you say something, Remy?" Milana called. Remy blinked, then grinned and backed away.

"Non. I was jus' singin'," he called.

"Oh. Alright. Well, I'm going to clean up and head for the beach," came the light hearted reply. Remy closed his eyes, then smiled.

"Alright. I'm gonna go into town n' look foh some nice rest'raunts. I see you later, alrigh'?"

"Sure thing. I'll meet you on the beach later? You promised to teach me to surf."

"'Course I will, chere. Don' pardy too hard wit de beach boys now," he said, grabbing his sunglasses and wallet and leaving the room to Milana's bell-like laugh.

Walking down the halls of the resort he found his way to the other wing of the hotel, knocking on a couple doors until finally one opened.

"Ach, dere you are," Kurt blinked in surprise, opening the door wider. Remy grinned.

"You n' everyone make it?" he asked.

"Ja. Just as you vanted," he said. "Haff you asked-"

"Non, non, dat all for later," Remy said impatiently, shaking his head. "Listen, de petite goin' t' de beach after her shower. You all need t' be at de lagoon by three..."

"Ve vill be," Kurt assured him. Remy looked out the window thoughtfully, rubbing his chin, then looked back at the older man as he cleared his throat.

"I don't... I mean, I wish nuzzing but ze best for you, und give my whole hearted endorsement to your proposal, but do you not think... I mean, vat if she has no answer, or not ze von you seek?" the German asked.

Remy blinked. "Den I die. But she as good as accepted dis mornin'," he said firmly, though he did look a bit frazzled by the thought.

"But if she says no..."

"Den Remy pull all you out here for nut'in," the Cajun frowned. "But I'll know foh sure before I drag her out."

"Ah. I see," Kurt said, then put a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I vould not worry, though. Mien tochter loves you very much."

"An' I love her," Remy sighed, smiling dreamily. "But ah! Make sure you got everyone ready by-"

"Three. Don't vorry," Kurt said, smiling.

"Right. I goin' in t' town t' doublecheck de reservations n' get de flowers," he said.

"Have fun," Kurt smiled. Remy grinned at him, then turned and left.

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Milana smiled as the sun warmed and dried her sea cloaked coat. Anywhere else she'd be petrified somebody would attack or shriek about her visible purple fur, but at this mutant-friendly resort she blended in well with the crowds.

After a morning of swimming, wading, and shell collecting she couldn't believe it was almost two and Remy still hadn't shown up, but as she settled down for a nap she found it difficult to be anxious about his absence.

"Probably lost and in need of rescue," she sighed, settling against her towel contently. She'd give him half an hour before she went looking.

"Hey, baby, what's your sign?" a loud, obnoxious voice called, then wolf whistled at her. "Purple turns me ion/i!"

Make that ten minutes.

Suddenly there was a yelp and the sound of fist on flesh, and then a loud splash. Milana sat up quickly and turned, then sighed as she saw Remy rubbing his knuckles and watching the man who'd whistled at her being pulled out of the water by his friends.

"Hey chere," he looked over and grinned adorably at her. "I t'ought I say no messin' wit de boys?"

"You can't blame them for not knowing I was taken, when I spent all morning alone," Milana said, sitting up and smiling at him. Remy smiled and knelt by her.

"Sorry. Got held up. T'ings t' do, people t' see... you know de drill," he said.

"Right. Well, don't tell me you're going beaching in ithat/i," she said, looking pointedly at his jeans, boots, and shirt.

"Right... well... dis t'ing come up, y'see," he said, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling. "We have someplace t' be. Wanna go get de salt washed off n' change?"

"You promised me you'd teach me to surf," she pouted.

"I know, but dere dis reservation we gotta make. I take you surfin' t'morrow, I promise," Remy said. Milana looked at him suspiciously, but then sighed when he started to pout.

"Oh fine. But if this is one of your schemes..."

"Trust me, you'll like it," he said, grinning. "C'mon."