* SAGE AND ROSEMARY -- REMI

[CAITLYN MARIE POTTS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] The light pine scent of Rosemary and Sage filled Caitlyn’s nostrils. God, she adored that smell. It was earthy, and homey, and really just reminded her of a big warm hug. In fact, everything about a roast dinner reminded the young woman of warm arms around her torso, drawing her into the safety of a hug by a loved one. A chill ran down the young woman’s spine as she leant down to check on the roast lamb. What was the point of such a warm, homely meal, if you were going to end up eating it alone? The young woman shook her head as she stood up and closed the oven door. Her roast wasn’t even half-way cooked and already it may as well be ruined. Her boyfriend was cancelling on her. Yet again. Sure, he had to work late, that was a legitimate reason. It was just.. They’d had plans! She knew being upset about it placed her rather firmly in the ‘clingy girlfriend’ square, dancing across the line into whiney and needy. So when he had called, the brunette had done her best to smile and keep her tone light, letting him know that it was perfectly okay, and she’d make him a roast some other night. Generally she didn’t advocate lying, but Caitlyn knew that there were some occasions that called for some form of sugar-coating. She didn’t want to sound upset and make the guy feel guilty for something that wasn’t completely his fault. She’d just talk to him later, letting him know how upsetting it was when he kept cancelling. He knew it was coming anyway- Caitlyn could tell by the way he sighed, stealing himself, before he had told her he was cancelling. It wasn’t new anyway- they’d been down this road before plenty of times. That was exactly the problem. They had been here before. So many times she’d lost count. It wasn’t always because he cancelled plans. It was more that there always seemed to be some sort of stress and tension between them. Why couldn’t it just be easy? she asked herself, sighing loudly. She supposed the good things in life weren’t always going to be easy, and you had to work out what was worth it and what wasn’t. Her boyfriend was one of those things. Cait loved him, and as long as she loved him, then was worth it. At least, that was how she was choosing to view the situation. Caitlyn was more than aware that certain people close to her just didn’t agree with that sort of logic, but she didn’t mind. They were allowed their opinions, no matter how loudly they wished to express them. Rolling her eyes, Caitlyn felt herself smirk. At least she could count on one particular loud mouth to eat the leftovers. Somehow, as if they had some odd connection, he seemed to always know when she was eating alone, and appear from his bedroom, or up the stairs. Like a knight on his steed, come to save her from wallowing alone. It normally evolved into drinking a lot of wine and wallowing while snugging up with him- Which wasn’t healthy, but still more preferable. C O U N T, 534 N O T E S, I adore you, my love....postingforyoufeelslikehome O U T F I T, ex the jacket yeah?

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[REMI GASPARD LUMIERE]

Thirty six steps. It was the one thing that Remi really hated about his job: those thirty six steps it took to trudge all the way from his post as maitre d' in the hotels restaurant, to the elevator, to the stairwell that lead to his apartment above. Granted, thirty six wasn't normally a number that made the man groan when it came to the number of steps. Non, he was in rather incredible shape for a man his age. It was just thirty six steps after a ten hour work shift spent entirely on his feet , the stress of having their Zagat survey review representative stop by and critique their service, and the kissing of people's asses as acting maitre d'. Loosening the knot on his ebony tie and letting loose a a quick sigh of exhaustion, the french man began his journey up those thirty six steps. Thirty five steps. Thirty four.

Thirty three.

Thirty two.

Maybe this trek wouldn't be so such a laborious task if he had some one to come home to every night. The image of some scantily clad blonde waiting for him in the den with cookies made him conquer the steps a little quicker. A smile played on his lips at the thought. It was an enjoyable fantasy to say the least: the thought of a woman who actually waited on bated breath for his arrival. A woman who made him dinner not because she felt it was her job to, but some one who made him dinner because she wanted him to enjoy it. Some one who knew how to surprise him, knew what he liked and maybe didn't give him everything he wanted, but everything he really needed. Bounding up the final stretch to his apartment's landing like a child, Remi let loose a small laugh. He had been through a good batch of women in this town looking for just that, and nearly every one was a let down. Where was he ever supposed to find a woman like that?

Five.

Four.

Skipping up the last three, he found himself in the homey surroundings that he had been dreaming about all day. "Ca fait du bien de retrouver son chez soi..." he sighed, his low, accented voice tucking itself into the silence of the empty hallway. Taking a few quick steps towards his doorway, he pulled his keys from out of his black dress vest and slid it let the wave of relief wash over him. Resting his hand on the knob of the door and sliding in the key, Remi closed his eyes and turned the knob. There was no sensation he knew that could quite compare to the relaxation that came once a man stepped upon his own doorstep after a long day at work. Or at least, that's what he thought before letting the door swing open and experiencing another fresh wave - Caity's cooking.

A smile pulled his lips across his sculpted face, the man inhaling deeply before stepping into the foyer of their apartment. He always loved when she cooked. It was always delicious, unexpected, and reminded him of...well, he wasn't sure of what it reminded him of exactly, but it was nice. Safe. Home. "Hoooneeeyyyy," the french man shouted, completely unknotting his tie and putting on his best Ricky Ricardo impersonation, "I'm hoooommeee." It was a complete failure when coupled with his natural french accent, although it was the least of his worries as he spotted his best friend in the kitchen over the meal in question. In one fluid motion he had approached her from behind, scooped her into his arms and planted a large kiss on her cheek. "Any occasion, mon cher? Or did you just miss me?"

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[CAITLYN MARIE POTTS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] The young Puerto Rican woman smiled as she heard the door open. Normally, she would have ducked her head around the kitchen entry way to see which one of the inatimates it was coming home. The apartment they shared was large, spanning the whole fourth level of the hotel and had several rooms, so it could have been a number of people really. However at that moment, the young woman just had a feeling. A feeling which was confirmed a few seconds later and Remi’s voice echoed down the hall. A small giggle slipped past her lips. She was so used to this- them living together, eating most every meal together, knowing where the other one was, sharing a bed at times.. she’d almost forgotten what a normal friendship between a male and a female was supposed to be like. This was how they interacted, and who cared if it looked like an old married couple from certain angles- it felt right for them. An old married couple that didn’t have sex, Caitlyn decided. As far as she was concerned (or willing to admit, possibly) there was no sexual tension between them. That may have been because, as Babette saw it, cooking and cleaning for a man was just not sexy. Caity tended to disagree with that though. Her mother loved cooking and cleaning for Cait’s father, and their romantic life was still as alight as ever- embarrassingly so sometimes. As much as it disturbed Caitlyn to see her parents mack on each other, they had the sort of marriage she could only hope hers would be one day. They shared a love that Caitlyn really admired. One she measured her own relationships to. And okay, maybe she and Rem had more of the give and take then she had with her boyfriend, but she’d known Remi forever.. that was all. It meant nothing. Still smiling, Caitlyn went back to seasoning her roast vegetables. However she couldn’t not finish the whole trey, as warm arms had tugged at her from behind. Putting down the herb jar, the woman snuggled into the hug. Her best friend always seemed to give the most amazing hugs, and she could do with a hug right now. Melting into him a little, she sighed. Why couldn’t her boyfriend be as wonderful and reliable as Remi? Was that really too much to ask? Maybe it was, and then maybe it wasn’t. It wasn’t fair though that she was comparing the two. A habit she really needed to break herself out of. They were two different people and trying to suggest one needed to be more like the other wasn’t fair on either of them. If she wanted to be with someone like Remi, then she should just be with him. Turning to face him, careful not to break the embrace, Caitlyn blinked. For a moment she was taken off into a fantasy about what it would be like to be with Remi. He’d never cancel on her, at least that was a given. Although, she couldn’t be sure he’d ever be satisfied with just one girl, especially one that wasn’t a skinny blonde. Caitlyn was much more.. well, oversized then the girls she usually had pegged as Lumi’s type. Frowning internally, she let her face rest into his chest. One advantage of being a bit shorter than him. She was content with what they had, why change that? Giving a small laugh, she nodded against his chest. “I always miss you.” She agreed with his diagnosis of the situation. “But today especially, hence the three course feast you’re about to have.” Of course, initially the meal wasn’t for Remi, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t have cooked it for him. Caitlyn cooked for him all the time, so what was the harm in flattering him a little? Well, besides inflating his head. She was sure through the course of the night the truth would come out, but as of right now she was content to play out the scene. Giving his chest one more nuzzle, she pulled away to reach up and peck his cheek gently. “How was work, dear?” She raised a quizzical eyebrow, as she picked up the herb bottle. Getting ready to resume her task of seasoning the vegetables. However she didn’t quit want to turn away from him just yet. Her eyes lingering on his features. See, this was why she hadn’t told her boyfriend she was upset, her mopey, just in need of snuggles mood would have shown through, and he’d have been put-off. Thank God her Remi-Bear never seemed to mind. C O U N T, 771 N O T E S, so, apparently my muse came back, for you? O U T F I T, you wish she were nekked, perv

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