tonitruaxdeae

Ace of Spades

tonitruaxdeae:

remy-aceinthehole-lebeau:

Remy studied her every movement. The trained eyes of a thief was always at work even on his leisure time. His smirk became lop sided, the left side of his mouth higher than the right due to her question. She was no longer feeling the need to be a leader, to be prim and proper. Now she was just a woman, though she’d always remain a true lady.  He nodded slowly. “Oui but I mus’ admit I’ve always been a suck’ah fo’ a femme who can take charge.”

Ororo put her cards face down on the table, nails rapping on the glass of it. She leaned forward a bit, tossing her head to the side, her smile mischievous yet still reserved in only the way Ororo could manage.

"Really?" She says in her own sultry way. "Perhaps you should have shared this information before. Maybe I could have been of assistance." She crosses her leg under the table, foot bouncing lightly as she spoke.

Remy rose a single brow in mild surprise. Her tone, the tilt of her head and curl of her lips said vixen. “Why Stormy,” he said, feigning innocence, “If I didn’ know no better I t’ink ya was flirtin’ wit’ me.”

thewindriderororomunroe

Sugar Mama- AU (closed/ thewindriderororomunroe)

thewindriderororomunroe:

remy-aceinthehole-lebeau:

"Bieun sur," he replied. He politely took the wine menu from her then glanced over it. He gazed up to her with a pleased smirk. "I’m sho’ ya a femme wit’ discernin’ taste," he charmed before going on. "So I suggest a bottle o’ 2008 Domaine Leflaive Puligny-Montrachet Les Folatieres," he suggested, the words flowing off his tongue and lips as smoothly as the wine they were anticipating. His eyes held a subtle intensity to them, his slightly deepening as he explained, "It has traces o’ honey an’ seductive spice notes. I’m sho’ it will be quite pleasin’ ta de palate."

Ororo was pretty sure anything that rolled of Remy’s tongue would have sounded heavenly and the vintage he selected was a fav. “That will be perfect” she said to the waitress. However her eyes never left Remy’s. “Good taste a job requirement or a natural gift?” It was a quip but she was also genuinely curious and keen on the idea of not talking about herself. 

He graced her with a lop sided smirk, eyes never leaving hers. “I’d hafta say it be a natural gif’ but it does come in handy given my line o’ work,” he answered before taking a sip of mineral water. “But regardless dere be certain thin’s dat deserved ta be savored an’ appreciated properly.

thewindriderororomunroe

Sugar Mama- AU (closed/ thewindriderororomunroe)

thewindriderororomunroe:


"Or four," Yukio interjected from across the table. 

Ororo opened her mouth prepared to snap at the both of them,”…actually Remy that does sound like lovely idea.” But the gruff words changed into a defeated sigh. Her manicured hands plucked the wine menu however she didn’t really have enough care to pick something out. “Mr. Lebeau would you mind?” she asked giving a small weary smile. 

"Bieun sur," he replied. He politely took the wine menu from her then glanced over it. He gazed up to her with a pleased smirk. "I’m sho’ ya a femme wit’ discernin’ taste," he charmed before going on. "So I suggest a bottle o’ 2008 Domaine Leflaive Puligny-Montrachet Les Folatieres," he suggested, the words flowing off his tongue and lips as smoothly as the wine they were anticipating. His eyes held a subtle intensity to them, his slightly deepening as he explained, "It has traces o’ honey an’ seductive spice notes. I’m sho’ it will be quite pleasin’ ta de palate."

thewindriderororomunroe

Sugar Mama- AU (closed/ thewindriderororomunroe)

thewindriderororomunroe:


"Not at all and I thank you for that Remy." It was far more than Ororo could say for ex-husband. T’Challa would also be in Vegas and they had issues to hash over right before Ororo left for the restaurant. To say it hadn’t gone well may have been putting it mildly. When she mentioned having company, he wanted to bring his whole harem with him. While Ororo couldn’t give two cents about what he stuck his pole in she did believe in decorum for business sake. There was shouting, throwing and Yukio nearly stepped in, to save T’Challa. Wouldn’t be good if her paycheck went to jail. To think there was a time his voice moved through Ororo like thunder over the mountains. Now it was nails on a chalkboard and the meeting left her feeling tense in every fiber. 

A nice lunch and shopping wasn’t going to cure that. Much as she might have wanted it to. “Please have a seat and order whatever catches your eye.” She was going to try not to take it out on others but she was sure even behind the Gucci shades the heat of her anger rolled off in waves. 

Remy immediately noted the slightly tense tone her voice held, the tension she carried in her neck and shoulders. Mebbe I should mention later I’m good wit’ my hands. “Merci Mademoiselle Munroe. Not be presumptuous an’ please le’ me know if I’m over steppin’ my bound’ries but mebbe we split a bottle o’ wine. Seems a lil’ like ya can use a glass or two,” Remy suggested.

tonitruaxdeae

Ace of Spades

ask-the-weather-witch:


     Ororo took note of the change in his voice, eyebrow raising slowly. It’d be futile to deny that she was, in fact, attracted to him but she’d never fall all over herself like she’d seen a few women do.

No, this was about strategy. 

     Much like the card game that was simmer down into nothing more then tossing cards between the two of them. Ororo brought her legs down to the floor, bare feet resting on the cold surface as she trained her icy blue eyes on his red ones.

"Very true," She said simply her own smirk, heald on her lips. "But it is best when the two work together, is it not?" Maybe it was the mild numbing effect the alcohol was having on her thoughts but she was becoming loose lipped in her banter.

Remy studied her every movement. The trained eyes of a thief was always at work even on his leisure time. His smirk became lop sided, the left side of his mouth higher than the right due to her question. She was no longer feeling the need to be a leader, to be prim and proper. Now she was just a woman, though she’d always remain a true lady.  He nodded slowly. “Oui but I mus’ admit I’ve always been a suck’ah fo’ a femme who can take charge.”

tonitruaxdeae

Ace of Spades

ask-the-weather-witch:


     She couldn’t help but chuckle, plucking another card and laying it down. Ororo lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a sip, smiling the whole while.

"Flattery will get you everywhere you know, Remy?" She said, tilting her glass in his direction. She lifted a snowy white eyebrow and smirked from behind her cards. It was true, Remy had fast talked his way into and out of many a situation, sometimes she wondered how he managed to always slip away and with that cheeky grin of his.

"A queen always protects her king," The statement was vague, almost spoken to herself in a quiet hush. Ororo placed the glass back on to the table and runs a hand through her hair, dark skin breaking up the soft sheets of white.

Remy shrugged with a boyish smirk,”Somethin’s can’ be helped chere.” He charmed even when he wasn’t conscious of it. But that didn’t mean he always innocently flirted. He studied her as she drank. He always found it intriguing when she did, actually watch her relax and let her hair down so to speak. His eyes followed her fingers as they combed through her tresses, appreciating the contrast of sepia skin through pearly locks. “An’ a king ain’t nuttin wit’out a queen by his side,” he replied, his tone a tad lower, though his devilish eyes stayed on her.