Music
Title: Music
Author: berryblue_girl
Rating: G for tooth-achy sweet fluffiness!
Summary: Their tastes are very different but something about one song they can both agree on.
Disclaimer: I don't own them and that stinks.
Author's Note: Inspired by prompts from the Lover's Table on my masterlist, the table borrowed from the comm lover100 . This is a part of gothabilly13 's list of prompts and a birthday present. Happy birthday, dollface, and enjoy!
<(^v^)>
"So who's cooking for the reception?"
Remy swallowed his bite of General Tao's chicken before looking at his friend, Ororo, or Roe for short, and replying, "Mattie, who else did you t'ink? She's yankin' a few of employees from my restrurant. I told dem dey'd get a nice bonus on deir next checks for helpin' out."
"Thank God!" his other friend, Marie exclaimed. "I loved her cookin' when you brought me home for Thanksgivin' that one time!"
Remy grinned at his friend's enthusiasm. They had met up on their mutual days off for a day of fun and relaxation. The chief topic of conversation was his empending commitment ceremony to his boyfriend of two years, Logan Howlett. The ceremony was less than two weeks away and yet it seemed like a lifetime away from Remy. He was overjoyed at the idea of sharing his commitment to Logan in front of his closest friends and family. Marie dipped an eggroll in her hot and spicy soup and asked, "Have you and that bonehead decided on music for the reception yet?"
"We had Jeanie choose," Remy replied, rolling his eyes. "I just wanted to hire a DJ, but Logan griped, "Aww, hell, Cajun! We're havin' an outdoor reception, we need a live band!" Jeanie looked around, and she found a band dat plays music we both like, which is a miracle."
Roe shook her head and said, "I've never seen two people bicker so much over music as you two do!"
"Dat's because Logan refuse to listen to anyt'ing released after 1989!" Remy groused, taking a drink of his sweet tea. "I love da oldies, don' get me wrong, but I like today's music, too."
"What are you two doin' about the song for your first dance?" Marie giggled.
"Oh, dat's easy," Remy replied dismissively, picking up one of his wontons and taking a bite. "We've had dat picked out for ages."
"'Oh, dat's easy?'" Marie repeated, looking as flabbergasted as Roe. "You're gonna have to explain that statement because I've been in the car with you two! You fight over the radio station from the moment the car kicks on!"
Remy smiled as the memory came to mind. He leaned forward and said, "Well..."
Remy was afraid to do anything more than breathe. He was afraid that if he spoke or even moved, he would wake up from this beautiful dream. The room was thick with the scents of sweat and lingering cigarette smoke. Dawn's tender light shone through cracks in the blinds, showing their clothes scattered on Remy's bedroom floor and their bodies wrapped around each other, covered in a simple white sheet. Remy had his head pillowed on Logan's chest. Logan had one of his hands buried in Remy's thick red hair and the other was laid on his stomach, holding Remy's. They had been up all night, having sex and talking about their pasts. They had made themselves bare to each other in every way imaginable.
"Good morning, Shreveport-Bossier City! It is a lovely Monday morning and-"
"Shit," Remy mumbled as he heard Logan's chuckle rumble deep in his chest. He didn't want to move, but the radio DJ's uppity voice was annoying him. As he sat up to turn off the radio, a song started to play and Logan mumbled, "Hold on a second."
Remy stopped as the song's intro began and he smiled. After a moment, a soulful female voice began to sing.
"When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million year to make you feel my love.
I know you haven't made your mind up yet but I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong."
"I love you, Remy."
Remy was so caught up in the song that Logan's murmured confession registered a few seconds late. When the words finally made it to his brain, Remy's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at Logan. He suddenly felt short of breath as he stammered, "W-what did you say?"
Logan sat up and moved closer to him. One of his hands cupped Remy's cheek, and blue eyes connected with red ones as he repeated softly, "I love you, Remy."
Remy thought that his heart would explode from overwhelming joy. He crawled on top of Logan, causing the older man to fall back, and showered his face with kisses. Grinning like a fool, Remy giggled, "I love you, too, Logan."
As he finished the story, he laughed at the expressions of his friends' faces: twin expressions of envy. Marie was the first to speak, sighing and pouting, "Are you positive Logan doesn't have a twin brother?"
Remy grinned and nodded. "Yes, mon amour is one of a kind."
A/N- The song used is "Make You Feel My Love" by Adele. It's a cover of a Bob Dylan song. Everyone should listen to the song, Adele's voice is gorgeous! Thank you for reading! Reviews are loved like homemade cards.
Author: berryblue_girl
Rating: G for tooth-achy sweet fluffiness!
Summary: Their tastes are very different but something about one song they can both agree on.
Disclaimer: I don't own them and that stinks.
Author's Note: Inspired by prompts from the Lover's Table on my masterlist, the table borrowed from the comm lover100 . This is a part of gothabilly13 's list of prompts and a birthday present. Happy birthday, dollface, and enjoy!
<(^v^)>
"So who's cooking for the reception?"
Remy swallowed his bite of General Tao's chicken before looking at his friend, Ororo, or Roe for short, and replying, "Mattie, who else did you t'ink? She's yankin' a few of employees from my restrurant. I told dem dey'd get a nice bonus on deir next checks for helpin' out."
"Thank God!" his other friend, Marie exclaimed. "I loved her cookin' when you brought me home for Thanksgivin' that one time!"
Remy grinned at his friend's enthusiasm. They had met up on their mutual days off for a day of fun and relaxation. The chief topic of conversation was his empending commitment ceremony to his boyfriend of two years, Logan Howlett. The ceremony was less than two weeks away and yet it seemed like a lifetime away from Remy. He was overjoyed at the idea of sharing his commitment to Logan in front of his closest friends and family. Marie dipped an eggroll in her hot and spicy soup and asked, "Have you and that bonehead decided on music for the reception yet?"
"We had Jeanie choose," Remy replied, rolling his eyes. "I just wanted to hire a DJ, but Logan griped, "Aww, hell, Cajun! We're havin' an outdoor reception, we need a live band!" Jeanie looked around, and she found a band dat plays music we both like, which is a miracle."
Roe shook her head and said, "I've never seen two people bicker so much over music as you two do!"
"Dat's because Logan refuse to listen to anyt'ing released after 1989!" Remy groused, taking a drink of his sweet tea. "I love da oldies, don' get me wrong, but I like today's music, too."
"What are you two doin' about the song for your first dance?" Marie giggled.
"Oh, dat's easy," Remy replied dismissively, picking up one of his wontons and taking a bite. "We've had dat picked out for ages."
"'Oh, dat's easy?'" Marie repeated, looking as flabbergasted as Roe. "You're gonna have to explain that statement because I've been in the car with you two! You fight over the radio station from the moment the car kicks on!"
Remy smiled as the memory came to mind. He leaned forward and said, "Well..."
Remy was afraid to do anything more than breathe. He was afraid that if he spoke or even moved, he would wake up from this beautiful dream. The room was thick with the scents of sweat and lingering cigarette smoke. Dawn's tender light shone through cracks in the blinds, showing their clothes scattered on Remy's bedroom floor and their bodies wrapped around each other, covered in a simple white sheet. Remy had his head pillowed on Logan's chest. Logan had one of his hands buried in Remy's thick red hair and the other was laid on his stomach, holding Remy's. They had been up all night, having sex and talking about their pasts. They had made themselves bare to each other in every way imaginable.
"Good morning, Shreveport-Bossier City! It is a lovely Monday morning and-"
"Shit," Remy mumbled as he heard Logan's chuckle rumble deep in his chest. He didn't want to move, but the radio DJ's uppity voice was annoying him. As he sat up to turn off the radio, a song started to play and Logan mumbled, "Hold on a second."
Remy stopped as the song's intro began and he smiled. After a moment, a soulful female voice began to sing.
"When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million year to make you feel my love.
I know you haven't made your mind up yet but I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong."
"I love you, Remy."
Remy was so caught up in the song that Logan's murmured confession registered a few seconds late. When the words finally made it to his brain, Remy's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at Logan. He suddenly felt short of breath as he stammered, "W-what did you say?"
Logan sat up and moved closer to him. One of his hands cupped Remy's cheek, and blue eyes connected with red ones as he repeated softly, "I love you, Remy."
Remy thought that his heart would explode from overwhelming joy. He crawled on top of Logan, causing the older man to fall back, and showered his face with kisses. Grinning like a fool, Remy giggled, "I love you, too, Logan."
As he finished the story, he laughed at the expressions of his friends' faces: twin expressions of envy. Marie was the first to speak, sighing and pouting, "Are you positive Logan doesn't have a twin brother?"
Remy grinned and nodded. "Yes, mon amour is one of a kind."
A/N- The song used is "Make You Feel My Love" by Adele. It's a cover of a Bob Dylan song. Everyone should listen to the song, Adele's voice is gorgeous! Thank you for reading! Reviews are loved like homemade cards.