Parlez-vous Français
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dorksidefikerTitle: Parlez-vous Français
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: Sam Guthrie, Remy LeBeau
Prompt: 37. Sound
Word Count: 168
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam's caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
Author's Notes: Sequel to How It Goes.
“Parlez-vous français?”
Sam jumped out of his chair and whirled around to face Remy, holding his textbook in front of him like a shield. The Cajun smiled at him, sweet as sin, and tapped the book with his finger.
“A little.” Sam said defensively.
Remy continued to smile, all thin lips and sharp, white teeth as he took a step into Sam’s personal space. The blonde tried to retreat, but his escape route was blocked by the table, still littered with his homework. “Something wrong, mon ami?”
“I’m not your friend,” Sam said.
“You don’t like ol’ Remy?” the Cajun mock-pouted. “Ol’ Remy likes you…” He rested his hands on the table, trapping Sam between his arms and pressing close enough that his crotch rubbed against Sam’s. He smirked at what he felt there, his mouth just barely brushing the boy’s ear. “And Remy thinks you like him too…” he purred.
“And Sam thinks it’s really weird when you talk about yourself in the third person,” Sam retorted.
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: Sam Guthrie, Remy LeBeau
Prompt: 37. Sound
Word Count: 168
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam's caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
Author's Notes: Sequel to How It Goes.
“Parlez-vous français?”
Sam jumped out of his chair and whirled around to face Remy, holding his textbook in front of him like a shield. The Cajun smiled at him, sweet as sin, and tapped the book with his finger.
“A little.” Sam said defensively.
Remy continued to smile, all thin lips and sharp, white teeth as he took a step into Sam’s personal space. The blonde tried to retreat, but his escape route was blocked by the table, still littered with his homework. “Something wrong, mon ami?”
“I’m not your friend,” Sam said.
“You don’t like ol’ Remy?” the Cajun mock-pouted. “Ol’ Remy likes you…” He rested his hands on the table, trapping Sam between his arms and pressing close enough that his crotch rubbed against Sam’s. He smirked at what he felt there, his mouth just barely brushing the boy’s ear. “And Remy thinks you like him too…” he purred.
“And Sam thinks it’s really weird when you talk about yourself in the third person,” Sam retorted.