He made her flesh and blood, a woman. He gave her dreams of babies, skin, and sweat. He was everything she wanted.
She hadn't wanted Bobby's adoration, the girls' fear, Ororo's pity, or even Logan's protectiveness—all the things Remy refused to give her. She wanted the way he looked at her: like a woman who gave as good as she got, love or war. She wanted the way he fought her, claimed her, made love with her, made her. She wanted his smirk, his touch, his fire, his cool. He was just so real.
She wanted off the pedestal.
~ fin ~