Summer && Fae

[Fae]

Ok!
And awww thank you<3

[summer]

Remy was quite surprised by how calmly and coolly Olivia was taking being at her first official New York party. She seemed to be being nice to anyone, not too shy like she seemed at the coffee shop earlier that day. She really fit the part to, her dress was a light color, one you didn't really see much at parties, but it made her look great. The cream tone made her skin seem tanner, even though she was kind of pale. Remy's favorite thing however, would have to be her hair. The soft ringlets she curled into her light blonde hair made her look irresistible. He hadn't taken much time to really look at her when he first picked her up, but now, as they walked through the party and he saw others looking at the beauty on his side - he couldn't help but notice too. Once they stopped at the drinks table, he let his gaze linger down her dress, towards her legs ... but then her voice made him stop. "I suppose tonight would be one of sometimes." Remy said, distracting himself by pouring her a mixture of vodka and cranberry juice. He made sure he mixed enough of both, for it wouldn't be too bitter. "Try this." He pushed the cup towards her, letting her take it from his hands before he smiled back. A guy, standing about 6 feet from them, eyed Olivia. Remy's jaw clenched briefly, then unclenched. He didn't know where this sudden possessiveness was coming from. He had never acted this way before with any of the other girls he had dealt with, so why did he feel he needed to keep her safe from others. His hand slipped back around her waist, pulling her a little closer to him. He tilted his head down, stopping when he reached her ear. "There's a lot of creeps in here watching you tonight.." He whispered, his voice heavy and tinted with the scent of the alcohol he already consumed. He let his hand tighten, taking a deep breath. "But just know.. I'm here to make sure nobody gets to you." He didn't mean for that to sound as parentally as it did, but still he figured it got the point across. He just wanted to keep her safe and alive, that was all. There was no other feeling behind that. At least, that's the reason he used to explain to himself the feelings he felt. He let her go, his gaze meeting hers briefly before turning back to the table to mix himself his own drink.  

[Fae]

Liv watched curiously as he mixed her a drink. It looked like cranberry juice and… vodka? She’d never tried it before and wasn’t sure if she would like it or not. Well there was only one way to find out. She carefully took the cup from Remy, her fingers brushing lightly across his. The action had been an accident; at least that’s what Olivia chose to believe. Raising the cup to her lips, she took a small sip before telling him what she thought, ”Mhmm this isn’t too bad.” she complimented, nudging Remy with her hip playfully. She hadn’t seemed to notice his sort of mental war until his arm slipped across her waist and he pulled her close. Her pink lips formed a small ‘o’ of surprise, a light blush forming along her cheeks, a typical reaction of hers that she could never help. As he began to whisper in her ear she had to struggle to focus on the words instead of the soft breath trickling across her cheek and neck. Remy probably had no idea of the effect he had on her. But she managed well enough, glancing around the dimmed room in response to the word “creeps.” Her eyes happened to briefly meet that of the guys who was still standing 6 feet away from them and still staring. She quickly looked away and up at Remy just as he said he would protect her. They were standing so close, their faces even closer, that she was distracted enough to keep away the rising panic and instead feel safe and relaxed with the boy who held her. ”Thanks Remy.” she replied, a slight smile on her face as she reached down and slipped her free hand into his. She squeezed his hand lightly, as if to reassure herself, and him, before letting go so he could make himself a drink.
It was funny. Although Olivia was typically shy around guys, she hadn’t been afraid of holding onto to Remy’s arm and sticking close to his side all night, or just now holding his hand. Perhaps it was because it made her feel more safe in an environment that didn’t seem to be. She was sure that if he had invited her to a park or something along those lines there would have been a foot to 2 feet space between them the whole time.

[summer]

(I'm just going to skip a little, to where they are about to leave)

3 hours later and the party was still going full speed. If anything, it had become more and more packed as the earliest morning hours approached. It was nearly 2am, yet the hardcore partiers kept on coming. The host herself was no where to be found, she was probably passed out or hooking up with someone in some part of the suite. Many different types of people came in and hour, some pretty girls, some ugly. Some who had just came from another party and were still looking to have even more fun. Guys - who had been drinking all that night came in to prey on those females who had had to much to handle the young and vulnerable. Remington was glad he wasn't one of those types of guys, who only had the choice to take the ones whose minds were to weak to make the decision of who exactly they preferred to go home with. He could pretty much have almost whoever he wanted, but tonight, he wasn't looking for anyone. He sat on the balcony alone, in the cold crisp air of the New York night. The slight breeze brought relief to his body, which felt like he was running a fever. Remy had consumed so many drinks that night, he could hardly focus on anything. Part of him felt like that's the part he enjoyed the most about being drunk, the mind numbness. His thoughts were finally quiet and he was able to fully relax. Sure, everything around him was spinning. Sure, he had the nastiest taste in his mouth and he felt like all of the food he had eaten in the last 72 hours threatened to travel up from his stomach and let itself be seen all over this balcony floor. Usually, he didn't get this bad when he was drunk. Remington knew how to handle his liquor. The side effects seemed worst tonight, so he began to believe that someone may have slipped something in one of his cups. Remy stood up, thanking god for the iron bar that kept him from falling 15 stories. The breeze had picked up just a tad, and it ran through his hair and over his face. He breathed it in, letting the deliciously cool air fill his lungs and then exhaled deeply - sending it all back out to hopefully send somebody the relief he felt. He leaned on the bar, looking over it. Not many people roamed the dark streets, just a few weirdo's and prostitutes. He started to yell something at one of them, when Olivia popped up in his mind. Uncontrollably, a small smile touched his chapped lips. He thought she was all brains and shyness, but tonight proved that she wasn't. He was happy for that too, he thought he was going to have to use his more wicked methods to bring her out of her shell.

(Olivia could just join him and tell him she wants to leave .. or something xD)

[Fae]

Olivia had a lot of fun that night. Probably the most she’d had in years. She usually kept away from parties like these, there were always so many people that it just seemed too scary and overwhelming to the petite blonde. But she had danced half the night by Remy’s side and couldn’t imagine spending her weekend another way. She was so glad he had invited her. Of course the night had to end eventually though and after being separated from Remy thanks to another guy wanting to dance with her, she began to search for her original companion again. She remembered him mentioning something about a balcony and made her way over there slowly. Slowly because she wasn’t feeling too well. The room seemed to be swimming and her head felt so heavy… maybe she would just stop for a little and take a quick nap on a couch.. but Remy. She had to find him first. She stumbled along, bumping into people and nearly falling over a couple of times. A couple of laughs echoed behind her and followed her as she reached the balcony doors. She didn’t understand yet, but they knew. Liv didn’t understand how she could be so drunk she’d had only two drinks that Remy had made her, plus a sip or two from the one the guy she danced with had offered her. It didn’t make sense… and then her slow thoughts seemed to finally come to a conclusion as she pushed open the balcony doors, the doors basically flying open as she nearly fell again. Her green eyes rose to meet Remy’s from where he stood at the edge and she took a few stumbling steps forward before she seemed to trip and fall into his arms. Thank god it wasn’t a face plant. “Remy…” his name slipped softly from her lips, a pleading tone to it, ”I- can we go home? I don’t feel good.” her words sounded slightly slurred, though she was sure if she’d drunken the whole cup of whatever that guy had given her she would currently be passing out into his arms and not falling into Remy’s. As it was it seemed the guy had followed her, not realizing she was going to meet Remy, and stepped onto the balcony just at that moment. A few beads of sweat had now gathered on her forehead as she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the large guy she had been dancing with shut the door behind him. She quickly turned back around, her fingers curling tighter around Remy’s arm as she leaned forward, her lips close to Remy’s ear, ”I… I think he d-drugged me.” her voice was obviously shaky and she couldn’t help the stutter that occurred when she said drugged. She was scared, and at the same time couldn’t believe it. Things like this just didn’t happen to her.

[summer]

Remy had been sitting outside alone for more than 20 minutes before Olivia decided to come and find him. He hadn't been too worried about her inside of the party, since he knew a lot of the people and figured she was good enough to take care of herself. Sure, it had crossed his mind once or twice that maybe she did  need  some type of supervision. She was new, brand new, to the party scene and probably was not too aware of all of the dangers that came along with partying with large crowds of people. However, his drunken state and low attention span did not allow him to elaborate more on why he should go find her, to go check up on her. He felt so light, his body not so heavy with the somber thoughts and bad moods. Remy felt .. in one way to describe it .. good, more than good even. He felt great. He heard the balcony door slide open, and before he had a chance to turn to see who it was he felt a small frame push into his. His gaze traveled down to the face that was near his chest. Oh, it was just Olivia. She seemed like she was drunk, in a worse condition than himself. "Yeah, sure. We can go home." He was bored, anyway. Before he began to speak more, he felt himself being pulled by Olivia, then her warm breath on his ear. He tried hard not to focus on the feeling that she bought to him by being so close, the way he felt his attraction to her grow and grow, and just focus on her words. Drugged? Damn, that was the type of thing that he forgot to warn her about. Remy looked through the glass, at the him Olivia was referring to. A spark of anger flooded his senses for a quick second. Part of him wanted to go in there and pick a fight with the guy, for doing such a thing to his Olivia - his friend, Olivia. But the other part of him wanted to be sensitive to her, and just make sure she made it home safe with him. "Let's go." He said, his deep, smooth voice breaking through the silence of the cold night.

Remy secured his arm around Olivia's shoulder, making sure her side was pressed closely to his before he started towards the sliding doors that let them back into the apartment. She stumbled, a lot, and every few seconds he had to slow his pace to steady her. He hoped she wouldn't pass out. Once they made it out of the crowded party and were in the security of the near deserted hallway, Remy's pace slowed even more. Olivia seemed to be getting worse by the second. The guy probably slipped her a roofie, or something of that caliber. He was actually sobering up quickly, especially because he knew he had to drive back to her place. While he knew that the streets would not be so crowded as they were during the day, he also knew they would definitely run into other cars. In the elevator he made sure to rest Olivia against the wall, making her head grip to the railing. He felt so bad that she had to experience this her first time out, and it was all his fault. Remy pressed the button, then laid back on the wall himself and tilted his head back - taking in long deep breaths to clear some of the cloudiness from his brain. He cracked one bright blue eye open and peeked over at her. She looked like she was sleep, or maybe her eyes were just closed. The elevator doors ding made him stand at alert again, and he immediately rushed back to her side. Assuming the same position before was easy, and made it easy on him as he fished his car keys out of his khaki's pocket. The air outside of the hotel was a sweet relief. Walking to his car seemed like it took 20 minutes, when in reality it only took 5 minutes. He could feel the exhaustion tugging at his body, his eyelids heavy. Despite her tin body, getting Olivia into the car took a lot of effort, and strapping her in was even more a challenge. After making sure she was good, and safe, he closed the door and made his way over to the driver side.

He had decided halfway through the drive that it would be easier and quicker to just go back to her place, since it was closer. Finding a park was easy, since there was a bunch of them open right in front of her building. Thankfully, he had no problems driving and did not crash into some big rig that came out of the middle of nowhere. Getting Olivia out was easier than getting her in, and he was so glad for that. And he was also happy that he remembered what apartment she stayed in, because she was totally passed out now. Instead of doing it the way he had before, Remy picked Olivia up and carried her, all the way until they reached her front door. He found the keys in her purse, and open the door as quietly as he could. As he stepped in, he took a second to examine the place. It fit her in a way.. small yet cozy. The warm and cool colors seemed to blend together well. And even though he didn't want to admit it, it was better than his place. He made his way to the bedroom, and laid Olivia gently on the bed. He watched her sleeping for a few minutes, while deciding whether or not he should take the dress off of her. He bit his lip, he probably shouldn't, but she could be super uncomfortable in that lace dress. After only a moment of deliberation, he moved closer to her and turned her to her back slightly, to unzip the dress. He slid it down off of her body, then covered her with the blanket. After turning away, he slipped off his own shirt and laid in bed next to her, but not under the covers. A few minutes later, and he was out cold.

(You can start at the next morning.)

[Fae]

Warm light filtered through the room, creating that late morning glow in the small apartment. It was clearly going to be a nicer day then the one before, or at least hopefully not one filled with cold winds. As the sun rose little by little, the light reached further in the room. First brushing just the windowsill before going further, touching the kitchen table, and then finally making its appearance on the face of one sleeping blonde. The light caused the typically light sleeper to turn her face away and sleepily search for cover. Cover that happened to be beneath Remy’s chin, her head resting perfectly there in the crook of his neck. Her hand came to rest on his bare chest, her delicate fingers brushing against the fine golden hairs on Remy’s chest. It was about right then that she began to realize she wasn’t snuggling against a pillow or blanket. Her hazel eyes blinked open slowly, confusion darkening the irises slightly. She noticed her hand first, fingers splayed against golden muscles and definitely not a soft pillow. A soft gasp escaped her lips in surprise at the same time she shot up, accidently hitting Remy’s chin with her head. She brought a hand to her forehead, surprised at the pain that flared there though as she thought about it, it probably wasn’t from hitting Remy’s chin. What had happened last night? She tried to remember but all Liv could recall for sure was Remy’s face, the one that boys got when they were about to fight someone. But then he looked back down at her and it was like all the lines of anger on his face were replaced with worry for her. And… she had been glad, honestly she hadn’t know how much longer she was going to last standing on her feet.

After that there were just glimpses. Remy holding onto her as he helped her through the crowd. Remy leaning over her to put her seatbelt on. Lights passing by. An undeniable sense of sleepiness. And then.. nothing.

She remembered thinking she’d been drugged, and now as she looked down at her self in just her underwear and Remy with his bare chest… had he taken advantage of her? immediately after the thought she felt guilty. He couldn’t have, he was only ever nice to her… and now looking back at him and seeing a red mark on his chin the innocent blondes eyes widened. ”I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” Leave it to Liv to apologize before asking what the hell had gone on last night and why she was half naked in bed with him. Though as a she felt the air across her bare skin she did think enough to pull the blanket over her shoulders and around herself.

[summer]

Remy was sleeping peacefully, his worry free face making him seem as young as he really was. After all, Remy was only 19, going on 20 soon, and so far life had screwed him so hard that he had no choice but to grow up fast, and take on responsibilities because of the poor decisions he made in his teen years. He dreamed about the past, his freshman year being one of the best he ever experienced in his life so far. That's when him and Liam started to become popular, more parties, more girls, more fun. It was stress free, they had no worries at all. Summers in the Hamptons, meeting super models and celebrities occasionally. Sophomore year was also good, Liam was teaching him how to drive for he could take over the position of designated driver. Everything was going well .... until that night. That unfortunate night. When Olivia head rammed into his chin, his eyes immediately flickered open, moving around crazily until they finally focused on the girl sitting next to him. "What the fuck." He complained, rubbing his now throbbing chin with the palm of his hand. He dragged himself up, removing the covers from his lower half, revealing the fact that he only wore boxers. He rubbed his chin a little more, his lips formed in this little pout. He let his hand drop, and blinked at Olivia. "If that was your way of saying good morning, I don't appreciate it." Remy swung his legs over the edge of her bed and stood up slowly, stretching as he did so. He found his shorts on the floor and put them on, then glanced back at Olivia. He opened his mouth to say something, but then his blue gaze traveled down her half naked body. He looked back at her face and smirked. "I like your pajamas." He said, and then turned back around to find his shirt. Where ever it was.

[Fae]

Olivia’s immediate reaction to everything Remy said was her mouth dropping open in a small surprised ‘o’. She hadn’t really known what to expect, but this had not been it. She thought he’d at least act surprised like herself, but maybe he actually remembered what had gone on the night before. She snapped her mouth closed, crossing her arms over her chest as her hazel eyes hardened into a glare helplessly trained on Remy’s pajamas, or lack there of. ”First of all if you don’t want to get hit you shouldn’t be sleeping in my bed.” a little “hmph!” followed her words but with her gentle features and rumpled hair from sleeping she didn’t really give off the angry look she was going for but more of an… adorably agitated one, maybe. ”And.. turn around so I can get dressed!” the last part was said in response to his pajama comment. Of course now that she thought about it, he’d probably already seen her naked if they’d had sex but she didn’t remember so it felt strange. Without waiting to see if he followed her orders she stood from the bed, being careful to keep the blanket wrapped around her torso as she walked to her drawers and begin searching for something to wear. ”Did-“ She paused. With her back facing him she took a deep breath before plunging forward again. ”Did we at least use protection?” the petite blondes cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as the question left her lips.

[summer]

Remy chuckled at Olivia and her little protests. "Well, I didn't want to sleep on the couch." He turned back briefly to look at her, but when he saw that she was getting up to get dressed he turned away. His eyes darted around the room, and a frustrated groan escaped his lips. He could not find his shirt. He gave up his search, and then bent down to retrieve his shoes. At least he could find those. When Olivia asked about protection, he stood back up quickly and looked at her with a disbelieving expression on his face. They didn't use protection, because they didn't have sex the night before. Did they? He racked his brain for the possible answer. He remembered last night, but certain events were still a bit cloudy. They couldn't have had sex, because Olivia had passed out in the car before they even got back to the apartment. Right? He remembered coming in, and then that was it. He had pretty much blacked out. His heart sped up slightly, and he felt himself starting to panic. If they did do it, he hoped they used protection. He didn't need any kids any time soon. He bit his lip, or maybe she was on the pill. Still, he didn't believe anything happened, because she had passed out and he wasn't the type to take advantage of someone. "I don't think we had sex." He told her finally. He tried to sound confident, but the look on his face gave away the fact that he wasn't sure.

[Fae]

Olivia put on the first few items of clothes she found. It was probably some of the most comfortable items she owned and it was just some black leggings that only reached her knees and an old school t-shirt. She let the blanket fall to the floor after getting dressed and turned around after Remy’s silence lasted longer then was normal. Her cheeks were still a light pink, but the color was fading quickly as slight fear began to settle in. ”You don’t think…?” she repeated slowly, and slightly disbelievingly. Her older siblings had warned her about guys like Remy. But he’d seemed like such a good guy… and he wasn’t really like those bad guys they’d talked about, right? She began pacing the room, fear building in her stomach as she thought of everything that could go wrong if they’d done the deed without protection. She wasn’t on the pill because she didn’t think she - little innocent Olive - would run into any problems like these but she definitely wouldn’t be chancing it now. What if she was pregnant? She finally stopped pacing when she nearly tripped on one of her discarded shoes as her slower thoughts finally reached the same place Remy’s had, and decided walking around her messy apartment while being distracted wasn’t the best of ideas. ”Well I hope for both of our sakes that we didn’t.” she flopped down onto her bed before realizing how that probably sounded and awkwardly tried to fix it, ”What I mean is because I might be pregnant, not because I think it would be bad to have sex with you.” Liv met his eyes briefly before quickly looking down at her hands which she held in her lap ”Uhh not that I’ve thought about it or anything… whether it would be good or bad.. you know…” she trailed off, her cheeks heating up embarrassedly right on cue. Yup she’d pretty much done the opposite in trying to make things less awkward.

[summer]

Remy watched her as she paced, his mind not completely there in the room with them. He was still trying hard to conjure up what had happened last night. He remembered the party ... all of the people. All of the alcohol he consumed from the time they got to the party and to the end of it. Dancing, he dances for a little bit before he got tired. Then that's when he went off onto the balcony for some fresh air, because it had got really hot inside of the party. That's when Olivia came to him, looking slightly out of it. She had told him that she wanted to leave, because some meathead had drugged her and tried to take her with him. They left, he helped her downstairs, put her in the car, drove back to her place. Helped her up, put her in bed, then later passed out himself. He nodded to himself, causing his blonde hair to shift and fall into his face.  "I'm pretty sure we didn't have sex, or anything else." He ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it, but all it did was fluff it up and make it look messier than before. He cocked an eyebrow at Olivia when she started speaking, trying hard not to laugh at her. She was so adorable and innocent - a little naïve. She was right though, a pregnancy would have been really bad at this point. Worse on her part than his, because she would have probably had to drop out of school, and move back to her small town in Colorado. "Trust me, sex with me would be amazing." He looked at her and grinned devilishly, the light from outside hitting the side of his face.

[Fae]

Olivia hadn’t even noticed the zoned out look in Remy’s eyes as he himself went through his own thoughts and tried to remember what exactly had happened the night before. And she wasn’t pulled away from her own worries until he reassured her once again that he didn’t think they had sex, or done anything else for that matter. As strange as it was this thought brought a frown to the blondes face. She didn’t know Remy very well but after being with him for a while she’d gotten the impression that he was a ladies man. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who took things slow, and although Liv wasn’t quite ready to have sex with him, she couldn’t help but wonder why Remy hadn’t even tried to kiss her. But she let her insecure thoughts slide past her as she looked up to see Remy trying to fix his hair, only to make it worse. A light giggle escaped her lips, one she tried to stifle though obviously failed, it was soon followed by light musical laughter as Olivia got up and walked over to Remy to stand in front of him. ”What were you trying to do? Create a nest for birds?” she shook her head slightly as she reached forward, standing on her toes, to reach the top of Remy’s head. With a few skillful fluffs of her fingers, his hair went back to mostly normal. She shot him a small grin before walking past him and to the small kitchen in her apartment. Eggs and bacon were calling her name but she would have to check in the fridge to make sure there were some left. She searched for a bit before standing to look at Remy over the door of the fridge as he spoke up again. ”Eh, I’m not so sure I believe it.” she replied in a nonchalant manner, though her heart was racing as she thought of herself even attempting to flirt.

[summer]

Remy frowned when she called his hair a nest. It wasn't that bad, was it? He thought about his mop of golden blonde hair that sat on top of his head, considering maybe it was time for him to get it cut. But Winter was approaching, and cutting his hair would leave his neck and ears vulnerable to the cold of New York. His arm had started to lift in the process of going to fix his hair again when Olivia suddenly got up and walked over to him. He did nothing when she reached up and fixed his hair, except look down at her face, which was contorted in concentration as she moved around his locks. "Thanks." He grumbled, even though he was less than thankful for her little act of kindness just because of the simple fact that he felt she insulted his hair. When she walked away, he let his gaze follow her, his sky blue optics taking in her small body. Olivia was starting to look better to him more and more as he spent more time with her. When she entered the kitchen, the thought of food distracted him from admiring Olivia a little more. "I would love breakfast." He told her as she opened the fridge. His legs moved in the direction of the kitchen, when her comment made him freeze in his tracks. Did she really just say that? He suppressed his urge to laugh at her bluntness. First his hair, now his sex skills? This girl was asking for trouble. He was about to say something, when a bright idea popped into his mind. He could always show her better than he could tell her. Quickly, he moved next to her by the fridge. He pulled her away from the inside of it, closing the door as he did so, and smoothly he picked her up - her legs wrapping around his waist - and set her on the counter. Before she could protest, he pressed his lips to her own. It was a soft kiss, yet it was aggressive. He kissed her for a moment, but not long enough to let her fully process what had happened and kiss him back before his lips moved from her mouth and trailed down her jawline. Next, he let his lips leave hot, wet kisses on her neck, his arms tightening around her, Olivia's pelvis bone pressing on his abdomen. Remy made sure that he let the kiss linger on each spot he touched, hopefully setting her neck on fire.  He removed his lips from her neck finally, leaving a slight purple hickey on that spot, then moving close to her ear. So close, that his bottom lip grazed her earlobe.  "Are you sure about that?" He asked, his voice full of lust, wanting, and mischief. He was just teasing her, giving her a taste of something that she probably wouldn't be able to handle.

[Fae]

Olivia had been joking about his hair looking like a nest. Mostly.. She liked the way his hair looked, and hadn’t exactly meant to insult him even if he had made it look worse by trying to fix it. But it was all better now after she played around with his golden curls for a bit, probably taking a bit longer then necessary. ”You’re welcome.” she replied cheerily, not hearing, or simply ignoring the grumble in his tone. He should be so proud that she’d taken her time to fix his hair. The thought made her smile a bit as she continued to rummage through the refrigerator. She didn’t look up as she replied to his next comment, a playful gleam appearing in her eyes. ”Yea me too, sooo what are you going to cook us?“ She had definitely woken up in a good mood. Typically she was shy and quiet around others, especially boys. But with Remy it was like she could joke around, tease him, and act flirtatious with her cheeks only turning slightly pink in response. And his cute little insulted reactions were worth it. ” You can cook us omelets and waffles and-.” the list of what he could cook instead of herself probably would have gone on, but the words died abruptly on her lips as she was suddenly pulled away from the fridge and lifted into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck so that she wouldn’t fall. She had been feeling flirtatious and had fun messing with Remy, but he was definitely the master of the game. She hadn’t even seen him coming. A small little squeal of surprise escaped her lips as Remy set her on the counter, but soon her mind went blank as his lips landed on hers. By the time the surprise wore off enough and she began kissing him back he was already moving his lips to the next spot. Her lips formed a small ‘o’ as he began trailing kisses along her jawline, a soft gasp escaping from her open mouth before she could stop it. She moved her hands to his hair as his lips found her neck, her slender fingers getting tangled within the curls as she unconsciously tilted her head back to give him better access. By the time he pulled away her lips and everywhere else he’d kissed felt tender and on fire, just as Remy had intended. She moved one hand to her neck, the other remaining in a gentle grasp on his golden hair as he leaned forward. The soft graze on her earlobe sent a shiver down her spine, combined with the kisses and everything else it left her feeling weak and warm from head to toe. It was obvious that Liv felt the same way Remy’s tone of voice hinted at. Lustful, full of want.. she hadn’t even managed to catch her breath yet. But when it came time to answering his question Olivia still refused to give in and tell him he had skills. Instead she glanced down, her soft feathery lashes keeping the mischief in her green eyes hidden. She bit gently down on her bottom lip, looking as if she were about to surrender when in reality she was trying to stop herself from grinning. She leaned close to Remy, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke two words, ”Pretty sure.” the words came out sounding breathless and although she knew both Remy and herself could obviously tell it was a lie, she also knew him well enough to know that the continued denial of his awesome sex skills would frustrate him.