Deja Visite|| Casa Bélanger (Parental)

The part was already in full swing by the time he had gotten there; he was later even then he had intended in the first place. In fact the man, practically pouting as he was, had thought about not showing up at all, but he had already promised Blanche he'd show up - and she had been right, his mother would kill him if he didn't.

Once he had shown up again. Which he always did. Eventually.

Letting himself into the house, he glanced around before confirming that the spring whether had drawn everyone outside. So he swung by the kitchen, stealing a beer from the fridge before squinting out of the bright light of the afternoon.

There was, of course, always the possibility that she could have...

He let out a soft oof, as a pair of small arms wrapped their way across his legs, blinking down he looked at the small wide grin that was looking up at him.

"U-cle R-woul." After a second, the man's face softened as he looked down at the four year old. Setting his drink down on the ground besides him, he picked him up, bringing him to eye level.

"Is that Christian?" the wonder on his face was believable only to a four year old, and four once he did not care. "No, you're too big to be Christian- you're practically an adult."

The child let out a delighted squeal and snuggled himself closer to the uncle he never saw, "It me! It me!"

He shook his head still grinning, in a way that only his family, his little nephew brought out on him, he shook his head, still claiming disbelief.

"You'd probably believe it, if you actually showed up more." Christian's father gave his brother a companionable clap on the back, "Where's this girl Blanche has been bragging about; the rate she's talking you'd think she got a date."

It was only with skill that he had, he managed to keep his expression from looking, "Aubry, good to see you. She's sort of-"

"Wondering how she was supposed to find this place without ever getting an address?" Bonnie asked, fingers curling in the fabric of Roul's shirt at his sides as she peeked shyly around him at his family. "It would be rude to show up before my date, you know. Bad form." She gave a grin. "Not that I've been talking to anyon-"

"Miss Bonnie! Miss Bonnie!" The small crowd of children that had been following her since her arrival appeared almost immediately, as if she has summoned them by simply existing. She was wearing a simple white summer dress, her hair was down around her face in a light curl, and her shoes had been kidnapped by one of his neices - who was trying to balance in them now. It was almost too obvious that she had been here longer than he had, not that the other adults had noticed. She'd stayed well away from them. "Tell us another story!"

"Another one-?" Her arms wound around his waist from behind, even as the kids begged her with puppydog eyes and promises to listen.

"Finish the fairytale about the two thieves!"

"What happened next?"

"Did they fall in love?"

"Do they live happily ever after?"

His eyes flicked towards the hand and the voice, a smile flicking at the corner of his lips, but otherwise his expression didn't change, despite the fact that his insides were doing an odd sort of dance at her arrival. He glanced between her and the children, raising an eyebrow, and shaking his head before he jumped slightly, getting a better hold on his nephew and grinning back at Aubry.

"Bonnie, this is my older Brother, Aubry - as you can see he's slightly less obnoxious than Blanche," he gave a little smirk, "Aub, this is Bonnie."

The older man's face was open and he held out a hand in a warm greeting. Roul wasn't listening to him though, he was glancing back at Bonnie with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Bonnie, do tell, do they fall in love? live happily ever after?" there was a small smirk on his face as he looked back at Christian who was shyly playing with the collar of his shirt. "What do you think? Bet you a lollipop they fell in love."

"Don't go teaching my son how to bet," again, Roul ignored Aubry.

"Oh." Slipping around Roul, and out of the hold of the children, she took Aubry's hand, shaking it daintily and offering a smile. "Why, what do you know, good looks run in the family." She offered a laugh and blushed slightly as he raised her hand to his lips, the smile turning into something more genuine. "And I can see who got the most of it." She teased lightly.

She glanced over her shoulder at Roul, as if just remembering his presence. "Do they live happily ever after? Well of course, the wicked witch almost kills the girl thief, but her prince charming swoops in just in time. I suppose that since it's a fairy tale, they have to live happily ever after. Isn't that how fairy tales work?" Taking a small step away from Aubry, she looked down at the grass between her feet before glancing back up at Roul.

"Actually I changed my mind." She announced with the air of a queen about to knight someone. "The girl thief gets kidnapped by a dragon. No lollipop for you mister Roul." Producing a lollipop from the pocket of her dress, she held it out for the four year old to take, winking at Christian.

"Don't get your hopes up Aub," Roul whispered to his brother, "She definitely means me."

The smirk on his face diminished into an elaborate pout as the story changed. His eyes danced as he watched the boy with the treat, "Well how do you like that. I think she's gone and replaced me with you, Christian." He shook his head, winking at his nephew.

"Well, since you've gone and stolen her from me anyway, might as well introduce you," his tone was bright, and merry, an unusual tone for him, if not odd, "Bonnie, this is Aubry's boy Christian; Christian, say hello to Bonnie."

Looking up from his sucker, the boy blinked at the woman, eyes wide and curious. "You prwetty."

"Sure I do, Rouley darling." She teased lightly, slipping back around him to peek over his shoulder at Christian. "You believe anything you want."

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. "So eager to be replaced." She commented wryly, running her fingers through his hair as she gazed at Christian, blue grey eyes sparkling. "Hello Christian." She greeted. "Such a big strong man. It must run in the family."

"Why thank you." She said sincerely. "You're quite handsome yourself there, little one." She said with a grin. "I-"

Whatever she was going to say next was completely derailed by the blur of brown hair that turned out to be Roul's younger sister.

"Bonnie!" Blanche exclaimed, nearly yanking the blond from her brother. "There are so many people for you to meet! Come on-" And with that she was getting tugged by the hand to be introduced to some distant family member or another. Bonnie blinked around and offered a shy smile to any and all family she came in contact with, though their shock at her existance coupled with their demand for details on everything - everything - about her made her want to sink into the ground and disappear.

The little boy, finger's in his mouth was bewitched by the older woman, blinking at her in a solemn sort of way, until the object of his current attention was swallowed by the being that was her aunt, and then all but disappeared.

For his own part Roul only took a moment of confusion, before muttering a curse - ignoring Aubry's glare that clearly stated "Don't swear in front of my child" - and moved to hand him back to his father, stopping halfway through that act. "You know what... he's actually going to be useful. You don't mind if I use your kid to distract our sister do you? She's his aunt... I'm sure she won't harm him... much." He gave a little smirk, before disappearing across the grass, towards where he last saw the blonde and his sister disappear, picking up his mother somewhere along the way.

"Roully, my darling," she was beaming at him. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek but kept moving.

"Not now mother, I have to save someone from your youngest child's clutches. You spoiled her, you know that right? Should have just gave up at two, given her away - I told you she was damaged from the moment you brought her home."

He was joking... mostly.

Coming up to Blanche, Bonnie and great Aunt Michelle, he quickly placed Christian into his sisters arms without a pause, "Hold this will you? Thank's you're a dear."

Glaring at her, he wrapped an arm around Bonnie's waist and plastered a grin on his face for his Aunt, "Won't you people give the girl a minute to breath? She doesn't want to answer all your questions. She came for a party, not an interrogation."

Sighing he resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned her slightly.

"Sorry about that," he whispered into her ear. "Blanche is..." he shook his head. "Bonnie, this is my mother; Mother, Bonnie." He gave a quick grin, "and I swear Mama, if you start quizzing her too, I swear I'm never bring her again."

"My favorite color?" She asked curiously. What did her favorite color have to do with anything? "I suppose that would be... red?" She was unused to the words his aunt spewed about colors telling you everything about a person, but she mustered an interested grin anyway, quite glad that the focus was more on her personally than her background. That was a whole other bag of cats.

Bonnie relaxed noticeably as Roul's arm wound around her waist, feeling grounded for the first time since Blanche had appeared. Turning into him slightly, she gave him a grateful squeeze and nodded slightly before turning slowly back to face his family once more.

"Oh. Hello Mama." She blushed slightly at the name - she'd never called anyone that before - the unease she felt from the simple nickname belied in the slight rigidness of her posture. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise." The woman said with a smile. "Now, now Roul, don't be such a party pooper. I'm sure she'll be fine with a few questions. Come on, child. Let me get a look at you." Gently taking Bonnie's hands, the woman pulled her away from her son, showing Bonnie for the 'first time'. The family was undoubtably watching her every move, sizing her up. Mother Bélanger, at least, seemed to approve.

"Why, just look at you." She said, as if for the first time realizing that Bonnie was real. "Your mother has raised a beautiful young woman."

Her breath froze in her throat, eyes suddenly distant. Even when his mother continued to go off on another tangent, praising her hair and posture, the color of her eyes, the way she had obviously domesticated the unruly being that was her son, Bonnie still only stood there, looking no different on the outside, though at complete turmoil inside.

Your mother has raised a beautiful young woman.

It wasn't the older woman's fault. She couldn't have known, no, there was no way she could have known, but still. It hurt to try and find the one thing she did not know.

She couldn't remember her mother's face.

Roul suppressed the urge to roll his eyes; it was moments like these that Roul could see where Blanche got her excitement from. Sure the Bélanger matriarch knew how to control it better than her still young daughter did, but it was there, bubbling just below the surface.

God love them, but his whole family was nuts.

Still, it appeared harmless nuts until...

Mother did it; Roul wasn't sure at first. A slight twinge in his gut sent him on edge as the woman said it, his mind jumping to the common known fact that Bonnie Clyde didn't have a family. Concern then drew his gaze towards her, which in turn clued him in that something wasn't right with his flawless thief princess.

His arm wrapped more securely around her waist, there was a lull in his mother's cooing, "You know what Mama, I just remembered I promised Bonnie a tour of the house. I'll catch dad on the way back out, alright?" He didn't give her a chance to respond, kissing her quickly on a the cheek he flashed her the grin that use to get him out of anything, and then quickly disappeared into the modest building.

By passing all the doors, he slipped into the one at the end of the hall, bright "Keep out" sign still boldly placed on the shiny wood. The room inside still held just as many hints to the teenage boy it held. Roul chose to ignore most of them.

"Knew I should have stated with Papa." He gave a wry grin.

It was a testament to just how out of it she was that she barely responded to his hold on her, eyes sliding over the yard outside as he led her into the house. She came back enough to know her way out if she was to make a quick escape, but that was just her instincts taking charge, showing her the quickest routes. She didn't believe she really had to disappear just yet.

Then why was she primed to run?

She melted into his hold as her senses told her they were finally alone, eyes sweeping the room curiously. "Is this your room?" She asked, glancing up at him through her lashes as her arms wound around his waist. Pressing her forehead to his chest, she closed her eyes briefly, soaking in his presence and giving a small sound, almost like a whine. It morphed into a small laugh before she grinned again, glancing up at him.

"Papa, eh? Is he as handsome as Aubry?" She winked at him. "And you of course, but you're... on a different level I suppose you could say." She glanced around the room once more before raising to her tip toes to brush her lips against his. She was about to deepen the kiss when her vision was derailed by something shiny, and she was away from him. Unable to find the source of the random ray of light, she sat on the bed and spread her arms before throwing herself backward. Golden hair splayed outward, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose.

"It smells like you in here." She observed. "This is your room then?"

It was his turn to whine slightly as she pulled away. His smirk was softened as his eyes danced over her, checking more than admiring. He wasn't sure if she'd sprung back to her usual self or not.

"That better be a higher level," Roul quipped with a wink, wandering away, running his finger along a bookshelf, a row of trophies and metals along it. Most of them where actually his - only a few were stolen, most people didn't even notice the wrong name's upon them unless they were looking - he had actually been a semi-active overachiever in his youth. Or well, not so much an over-achiever as... that annoying child everything came easily to. "Or else I might be forced to consider to level the playing field.

Sniffing the air at her comment he raised a eyebrow, lifting her head softly, before stretching out across the bed lithe as a cat, and resting her head back down on his lap, "Does it? Suppose I don't notice my own smell. Haven't spent much time in here in years... figures Mama would keep it exactly how I left it."

Giving a soft sigh as she found herself using him as a pillow, she gazed up at him, resting her hands over her stomach. "I suppose you wouldn't recognize it like I do." She mused. "Being swamped in it as you are."

"Now now, Rouley. That would be cheating." Her fingers caressed his cheek as she rose to her elbow slightly, pulling him forward a bit to kiss him again. "Mmm... not that you being this distracting isn't cheating. You're basically the definition." Letting the next kiss linger, she pushed against him, leaning into his touch almost relevantly, desperately in need of the distraction he offered just by existing.

For some reason this thought amused him, he raised an eyebrow "As you do? Does that mean Miss Bonnie Clyde perhaps even dwells on my delectable scent. I'm sure it is as magnificent as the rest of me - almost a pity I can not detect it, huh?"

The muted sound of laughter and discussion was come through the closed window, but Roul paid it no mind, instead choosing to focus on the wonderful little world his former bedroom had now become.

"Hmm," his enquiry was absent-minded as he leaned in to her touch, hands coming to rest upon her as he kissed back, "I'm the definition of cheating?" his lips trailed away from hers and some how ended up against her neck instead, "Or distracting?"

A breathy "Both" was all she could muster before her bottom lip was unexpectedly trapped between her teeth, and a groan was growing in her throat faster than she could swallow it down. "But-" She grit out, squirming slightly beneath him. "-mostly cheating." Her squirming became more pronounced to reposition herself and roll away from him, and bouncing into a standing position, she turned to face him, backing up slowly. "Now now, Rouley. You can't distract me this time. There are other people in this house, aren't there?" She found herself quite suddenly with her back against his door, and paused, leaning against it as if it was purposeful.

Sprawling across his bed, the man smirked at her, head propped up by his elbow. His eyes moved with a pointed control watching her movement with a sort of slow care that a cat puts into swishing their tail. He was enjoying the image of her contrasting against his childhood room. There was something completely... satisfying about it.

"On the contrary Mon Amour," he smirked, finally pulling himself off of the bed, stretching, tugging the hem of his pressed shirt up to reveal a small stretch of his skin. "No one else is in the house. They're outside."

He approached her with careful steps, crossing the small space easily in a few steps, before laying a hand on either side of her, keeping her trapped between her arms, and yet also keep a neat level space between himself and her.

"I can be as distracting as I'd like."

Bonnie swallowed thickly, eyes darkening to a deep blue as her gaze swept him. "I-I thought you said there was someone else in the building." She breathed, feeling adequately trapped, and secretly loving every moment of it. She swallowed again, bidding herself to focus on the conversation as her eyes remained on his chest, not yet ready to look up into his eyes.

"Sure you can." She teased - or at least attempted to - as she backed further into the door, eyeing the space remaining between them. "You can try to be as distracting as you like. Doesn't mean it'll work." She glanced up at him, meeting his eyes briefly before looking away again.

"Hmm? Did I?" he ran a hand down through her hair, catching the change in her eyes before she looked away again, but only dwelling on it for a moment. The colour wasn't any different, just a shade darker.

He leaned closer slightly, so that his body was just brushing against hers now, a hint. His head, moved from her hair, to her cheek, running along the jaw bone until he had two fingers under her chin and was gentle forcing it upwards.

"Of course it doesn't, Cher," he smirked slightly. "But, why don't you humour me for a moment; look at me."

"Y-yes you-" her breath hitched at his touch, her eyes - still focused on his shoulder - flashing emerald before she gulped and closed them. She shivered beneath his touch, the feeling of his body getting slightly closer distracting enough in itself. Biting her lower lip, she allowed her chin to be lifted, hearing his request and telling herself she wouldn't.

Eyes flashing different colors beneath her eyelids, she slowly opened her eyes, in only enough time for the emerald they had been to visibly return to the deep blue they had been before. She held his gaze for a moment that stretched, before she closed her eyes again. "There. I looked at you."

Her eyes were definitely not green the last time he checked. He glazed back as her eyes slipped from a green to a deep blue that weren't the usually grey-blue one's he knew. It wasn't light that was doing it either, they eyes were shades darker then what he was use to.

"You know," he mused as she looked down, sliding closer again, pushing himself against her with more force this time. "As pretty as that blue is," he leaned foward brushing his lips softly against hers. "I like yours better."

Her stance didn't waver as she shivered, her bottom lip becoming even more trapped between her teeth as the feel of his body against hers distracted her even more. Her eyes fluttered open, blue grey once more, as her eyebrows furrowed, blinking up at him. "...What blue?" She asked breathlessly, confusion evident in her gaze. Her eyes went from him to his lips, leaning back against the wood of the door only to find out that there was no space to be found, no way to distance herself from him.

"I-" Her gaze wavered, and she cursed herself mentally for having let her mind wander. Her arms wound around his neck, she arched against him, moving against him with breathy laugh. "Don't say I didn't warn you if someone interrupts us." She teased before moving her lips against his in a furious kiss.

Raising an eyebrow at the women, he didn't comment on her apparent confusion over the eyes. He merely stored that note away for later, forming whatever thoughts that needed to be, then completely forgot about them, instead preoccupying himself with one of his favourite occupations - the exploration of her skin.

Pressing himself against her, with a smirk she could feel against the skin of her neck, he kissed, sucked and explored as he slowly and pointedly moved himself against her.

"And don't say I said I cared if someone did."

Giving a small whine, she moved her hips against his, hitching her leg around his waist and biting her lower lip. One arm still wrapped around his shoulders, her opposite hand caressed his jaw before tracing down his shirt, unbuttoning with slow ease and tracing over the skin once it was bared. It was only a small pause between feeling his chest and unbuttoning his jeans, even smaller between smirking against his skin and slipping inside the fabric of his boxers.

Biting softly down on his shoulder, she traced kisses up his throat and down his jawline, her pace at a stark contradiction with the teasing of her fingers.

Roul liked to think of himself as... not easily excitable. Oh, it was true he had desires just like the next man, and reacted just the same as everyone else. However, he liked to believe he had some measure of control over what he did with that. He had some years of proof to support that opinion.

However, whenever she did that...

The hitch in his breath was covered by a soft laugh against her skin, lips still against it, that later fell into a groan of over-excited bliss as he leaned into her further, part of his brain willing her to never stop, fine with just riding out the feelings until-

A knock on the door startled him not at all, only caused another groan, this one as much annoyance as residual emotion, "Yes?"

His father's voice responded with a gruff inquire as to whether he was in there. The answer he gave back was rather obnoxious in tone.

"Would I be responding if I wasn't?"

Mouth moving over the skin of his neck, she sucked and teased, a laugh vibrating against his skin as the sound of the knock reached her ears. Hold tightening, she nipped at his throat, a small smirk flashing across her lips.

"Would you be responding-" Her hold tightened further, before returning to their teasing. "-if you weren't?" She whispered, laughter evident in her voice. Her lips traced his jaw, trailing slow, open mouthed kisses up to his ear. "hmm..."

Suddenly she raised her voice, though her lips continued their trail. "Who's out there, eh?"

This girl would be the death of him, he was quite sure, and he wouldn't even care. It would be one blissful death of ecstasy. In fact, part of him was quite sure as brushed up against her, finally getting some resolve back to move his own arms between hers, gently but forcefully guiding her hands back away from their game, pressing them against the door instead, that he was in the process of that blissful death right then and there.

"Lysandre Bélanger," the voice stated simply, completely unphased by the female voice coming from his son's room. "And you are?"

"Papa, Bonnie, Bonnie, Papa," Roul said quickly as he gently dropper her arms from the air, pinning them to her sides instead as he picked her up in something akin to a bear hug. "Sorry we can't come out right now, a little preoccupied, please leave a message at the tone and we'll get back to you as soon as possible."