Post by Le'Andra Fury on Apr 23, 2021 6:16:25 GMT -5
... Happy wife, Happy life.
“ Happy man, Happy clan. ”
April 14, 2021; 6:00a - Parts (Un)Known
Le’Andra sleep was interrupted by a smart slap on her ass, she bolted upright in bed and jumped out of it. Her eyes came to focus and when they did they focused on her husband, who was already at the foot of the bed; he was dressed in a pair of sweats with no shirt and he had his fists up and was bouncing from foot to foot; she was still naked, fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. The look on her face was one of pure murder, while his had that smirk of his.
You asshole! The two words came out of her mouth dripping with daggers with her accent fully flared, even the way she breathed was full of rage.
As Xavier stood there looking at his very pissed off and very naked wife as she rubbed her ass. He weighed the options of how this day would begin; fuck the wife or fight and then fuck the wife. Right now, with the anger he could feel coming from her, he knew the option he wanted. Let the games begin, he extended his left hand out to her and motioned for her to come at him.
And that was all the invite she needed, her reaction to his invite surprised him a little bit, although in hindsight it shouldn’t have. She didn’t come around the bed after him, no, she jumped on the corner of the bed and sprung onto him.
Chan opened the door carrying the serving tray with breakfast; he assessed the situation and shook his head as he watched the two of them roll around on the floor in the sitting area of their suite. If you two were any other couple, I would be calling 9-11 right now.
Still might need to. The couple rolled to their feet and Le’ charged at Xavier and he grabbed one of her arms and flipped her over his back and into the chair; the chair flipped backwards with her in it. Xavier rolled to his feet and found Le’ still sitting in the flipped over chair, her naked ass sitting on the back of the chair and her back on the seat, perfect position for a sleeper hold.
Night-night, Princess. He lunged at her and missed wrapping his arm around her neck by mere seconds as she rolled out of the chair and to her feet. She then jumped on Xavier’s back as he lay across the chair and wrapped him up in a sleeper hold.
Night-night, Princess. Le’s growled as he began to fight against her and struggle to stand up.
This is why I take xanax three times a day. Chan just stood there and watched as Xavier slowly struggled to his feet, Le’ clinging to his back with her long legs wrapped around him and locked at the ankle. He watched as Xavier turned around and made his way over to the curved archway and began to slam Le’s back into the wall. Oh, for heaven’s sake. Not the drywall. I just had the living room wall patched.
When slamming her back into the wall didn’t work, he turned sideways and attempted to knock her loose using the arch. This time they did knock the drywall loose, as well as Le’, Xavier grabbed her by the wrist and then slung her as hard as he could into the bedroom area. She went onto the bed, flying backwards; a squeal of laughter slipped from her lips as she flipped over and onto the floor on his side of the bed out of view.
She’s riled up this time. He smiled at Chan and went after her.
Your hobby is riling her up.
Xavier jumped on the edge of the bed and dove in where his wife was. A second later, Chan heard “umph” slip from Xavier’s mouth and he came flying from his side of the bed and onto the small breakfast table that Chan was about to sit breakfast on destroying the table and one of the chairs, Le’ had saw him coming over the side of the bed and raised her feet and kicked him across the room.
WILL YOU TWO STOP IT!! Chan screamed at the both of them and stomped his foot in a manner they thought was comical, comical enough to put an end to this match and if they were to call it, it would be a double dq by outside interference.
What is wrong with you, Tink? Xavier asked as he slowly sat up in the middle of the broken table. Ouch, mother fuck. He grabbed his hand and looked at the side of it. You’ve seen us play like this before.
Are you okay, ‘Avi? Le’ sat up and watched as Xavier picked at his hand with the other; gone was the shieldmaiden fighting to the death against an enemy who challenged her for her lands and back was the loving and caring wife.
Splinter. He held up his hand for a moment to show her and then went back to picking at it.
Are you okay, Avi’? He repeated her words as he looked at her. Do you hear yourself?
Without another word, he turned around and made his way back into the sitting area, Le’X looked at each other clearly confused. They got to their feet, X grabbing the white silk robe from the floor, shaking any splinters from it and tossed it to his wife before they followed after. Chan had already placed the serving tray on the coffee table that had been askew from the couch and pushed it back into place and righted the chair and was making his way to the door.
Wait a minute, Tink.
Le’Andra looked at X, she’s seen a lot of reactions from Chan over the course of the past year. She’s seen every emotion from fear; like when they first ran into X at a restaurant and she almost slapped the right side of Xavier’s face off; to anger over every time he’s had to have a room refurnished because they had destroyed it; five this year alone. Scratch that, make that six. He’s seen them fight before, but this time, it had been different. She didn’t like Chan acting this way; something way wrong, this was not Chan.
Mis. Ter. Chan. The two words came out as three in an authoritative tone and caused Chan to stop in his tracks. You will come here and tell us what is wrong.
When Chan turned around, he looked like he was about to cry; immediately the anger on Le’s face softened and melted away and she moved swiftly to him and placed her hand on his arm in a loving manner.
What’s wrong, Chan?
Are you PMSing? Le’ shot Xavier a look, he gave her look back “what?” he mouthed. Seriously, Chan, you see this a couple of times a week with us. It’s major job security cleaning up after us.
Chan pressed his lips together and said nothing for a moment, but when he finally opened his mouth, it came pouring out. Everything. Everything from the moment they came back from their wedding. Everything with Thomas Marke, everything with the flying back and forth between multiple continents within various covert business meetings, some where he had witnessed even Le’ carrying a handgun. But more importantly, their upcoming match at International Incident was weighing on him. He had gotten used to their “fighting” after the first month of seeing them together and had learned what their “norm” was. Them fighting against each other in the ring, he was not used to and never would get used to.
It’s tiring and wearing you down, isn’t it? Chan nodded and angrily wiped away tears as she continued on. You feel like you’re not pulling your own role in it and feel like you are letting us down because you’re having a hard time keeping up?
It was right then that Xavier got the feeling she was talking about herself and he took a long hard look at her. The past month he’s watched her juggle two cell phones and speaking different languages into each of them. He’s watched her set up meetings in various locations of the eastern hemisphere; from multi level penthouse apartments in buildings so tall they appeared to be glass palaces floating in the clouds to run down farms that looked like one of her ancestors had lived in it. He watched her and Ani put their heads together each and every time Ani had won over a stockholder and set up meetings. It only made perfect sense for them to get away for a couple days with the busy week with his father coming up; well, not that they were really getting away. They were flying down to meet Ani and then flying her back to New York for the Quarterly Marke meeting. It seemed like the perfect time to surprise his wife with a present.
And just like that Chan’s “meltdown” was over.
Job security. I like that one. The car will be here at 7.30 to take us to the airport. Xavier had no idea what Le’ had actually said to him, he had been thinking about her. Whatever it was, must have been good, because his shoulders were straight again and his whole cocky demeanor was back. I will let you two get back to whatever savagery you were doing. I’ll call the drywall man and let him know we need his services. Again. Chan rolled his eyes and started for the door. I am really considering steel tables.
Steel tables are no good. She smiled at her assistant. Think of all the shopping you’ll miss out on.
Just be ready at 7.30. He said and closed the door behind them. No sooner than he closed the door, Chan heard the sound of one of the small tables and lamps beside the couch being shattered. He reached up and rubbed his temple, it wasn’t 7am yet and he was ready for a xanax. He couldn’t wait for this to be over with both Marke and their match.
April 14, 2021; 11:38a - Louis Armstrong International Airport, New Orleans, Louisiana
When Le’X and Chan exited the plane, Anicka was already jumping up and down and clapping her hands; as always, she was excited to see them. Le’Andra had told Xavier once that she was like that excited dog, happy to see her Master come home. That was until she had gotten to know her. Once she was able to peel back the different layers and found the real her, she grew quite fond of her and knew why her husband loved her so. Ani jogged to them and threw her arms first around Le’ and then X.
Ani’s so happy to see you! She almost squealed. She was excited; Xavier had let her in on it. It was all she could do to keep from telling Le’ while the sale was finalized.
Where’s John?
The club, doing business. She shrugged her shoulders a little bit. He had his business, she had hers.
They made their way to the limo and got in, making small talk as Chan poured them all drinks; they were discussing the upcoming meeting with Bailey when Le’Andra couldn’t help but notice the silly grins that Ani and X would cast to one another when they thought she wasn’t looking.
What are you two up to?
Ani’s up to nothing. She said way too quickly for Le’Andra to believe that something wasn’t up.
Then… She turned and looked at her husband. You’re up to something and she knows about it.
Bets.
Bets? She repeated.
Mhm, bets.
Xavier leaned back, this was going to be good. He could already tell by Ani’s short responses that she was up to no good. He glanced towards Le’ to find her eyeing him, he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
What kind of bets?
On your match.
Oh, on our match. Xavier and Chan looked back and forth between the two as the conversation continued; both wondering how long this conversation was going to go on and which of the two would break first. You still never answered, what kind of bets?
Ani bet him that you’re gonna win.
And he bet you he’s going to win? Le’Andra turned and looked at Xavier again.
I am not liking the turn this tale is taking.
I’m finding it humorous. Chan cut in. Please, keep going Ani.
But then Ani felt bad. She nodded her head a little.
Why did you feel bad? Avi’s the one who has bet against his wife.
He’s about to get beat by his wife AND lose his money, Le-Le, give the poor guy some slack.
Wait, what?
She’s got a point, love.
Which I hope is coming soon. Xavier looked like he was ready for this morning to start all over again, except this time in a more smaller confined space, Le’Andra fought to keep from smiling.
So, Ani made him another bet.
Another bet?
Mhm. That he would beat Le-Le.
I can’t be the only one she’s making dizzy. It’s like talking to a six year old.
And what did Avi’ bet? She inquired.
That you would win.
Le’Andra sat there in silence for a moment before she said one word “But..” Then she stopped and held out her hand, Chan placed the xanax he had already pulled out of his shoulder bag in it and then popped the second one in his mouth. When Le’ and Chan weren’t looking, Anicka looked over at Xavier and gave him a sly little wink. She was good at distractions…
April 14, 2021; 12:08p - 1140 Royal Street, New Orleans, Louisiana
Within a half hour, they were at their final destination, the limo pulled over and Chan held their overnight bags as they looked at the three story tall grey building trimmed in white and black right in the middle of the French Quarter. Le’Andra already knew what it was when she saw the ribbons laced through the cast iron railing in her family’s colors.
There was no double bet, was there? Le’ looked at Ani.
I told you, she’s like smoke and mirrors.
Tell her what she’s won, X. Ani said beside them all excited.
Yes, X.. Tell her what she’s won..
I know you said you wanted to get a house closer to Ani.
Anicka gasped beside them. Le-Le does love, Ani.
I said no such thing. She looked at Ani. I do not love you.
Ani thinks you love her… Ani began to sing and dance a little next to Le’ causing Xavier and Chan to snicker a little. You think she’s gorgeous.
Will you stop it before people see you?
You want to hug her… She hugged herself and still hugging herself she made kissy sounds. You want to smooch her.
Anicka Fucking Swan. Le’ finally lost it; she was pushing the woman off her and trying not to laugh at the same time because laughing just encourages her more. Will you stop it?
How many times does Ani have to tell you, that’s not her middle name.
Clearly, it should be.
Oh yeah? Well, your house has ghosts. Ani stuck her tongue out from beside Xavier. So there.
Pardon? Le’Andra looked at her husband as if he had actually said the words.
Too soon, Ani. He whispered and shot her a look.
Oh no. Chan stated matter of factly from behind them. It’s never too soon to tell someone about ghosts.
What does she mean the house has ghosts?
Le’Andra listened as Xavier explained they both agreed they needed a place to stay in New Orleans when they visited Ani while she was still with Johnny. Although they were still leaning 25/75 that they would survive each other, but as long as they did, they had a home here; plus it would be great for Halloween parties and Mardi Gras. He had purchased the LaLaurie Mansion, home of Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie, and Nick Cage, he added nonchalantly as if that name crossed out the other. She was a well known sadist who tortured and murdered her slaves in some of the most profane ways until a fire started by the cook she had chained by the stove brought her nefarious actions to light and well if you don’t know who Nicholas Cage is, you’ve been living in a cave somewhere. And yes, indeed it does have ghosts, allegedly of Madame LaLaurie herself
For the next half hour, Xavier took them floor by floor showing them things about the house as well as the background. Chan dropped LeX’s bag in the master bedroom, and he picked one of the smaller bedrooms for himself, and eventually they ended up back at the kitchen. Chan immediately went to the fridge and opened it and was shocked to be fully stocked; it even had Chan’s favorite wine, he turned around to find Xavier smiling.
I even thought of you, Tink. Le’Andra smiled as she watched Xavier grab four glasses from the cabinet and sit them on the counter and began to pour wine from one of the bottles that Chan sat on the counter. I don’t know about the ladies, but I could use a bite to eat.
Are you doing to chain me to the stove, too? Chan asked as he rooted around in the fridge remembering what Xavier had told them about the cook.
Ani saw a chain in that one room in that attic.
Le’Andra smiled as she watched Ani join Chan; hopefully being around Ani would cheer him up, as much as he complained about her antics the two of them bonded over cooking when Anicka was being held “captive” while under that contract. She took the glass of wine that Xavier slid her way and the four of them made a toast to their new home. For a moment, she watched as the three people who have become the center of her world, work as a team, to throw together a lunch before she slipped away from them and began to explore the house.
In the main room with the dining table and sitting area with a pool table, she was already imagining the Halloween parties that they would throw; actors playing roles even. Invite their family and friends and make it a costume party and have prizes for best costume. Set up a haunted house for the kids to go through.
She continued walking and ended up in a small rose colored parlor with heavy drapes. There was a brown leather sofa and a few chairs in the center of the room with an upright piano made of mahogany wood on the wall behind it and a white marble fireplace in front of it. Over top the fireplace, was a picture of the original owner, Madame LeLaurie.
I’ve spent my whole life fighting and training to fight, since the moment I could hold a wooden training sword. I had to be perfect, I had to be flawless. I had to fight with the ferocity of the bloodline of those who had come before me. My reputation as the Firstborn of my mother’s Clan was on the line, I had to show up and show out every time the Clans came together. That means nothing to those outside of my world because they don’t understand it.
Le’ heard something that sounded like quiet whispering from the ceiling in the corner of the room causing her eyes to shift that way. Seeing nothing there, she shifted her eyes to the painting and stared at it for a moment before she continued to speak.
Nothing changed when I went to train with my father. I spent the whole time there fighting and training to fight. Because I was Fury’s daughter, I had to be perfect and I had to be flawless. I had to live up to his bloodline. It was there that I had my very first match with my husband, and my second one.. And third. Honestly, this match coming up is just another Wednesday night for us. She smirks a little. Isn’t that how everyone else gets over the boredom of hump day?
Again, she pauses, from the same place she heard the whispering, she sees a shadow out of the corner of her eye; but as soon as she shifts her eyes in that direction, it is gone. Again, she looks at the painting.
While most people in this business would never consider stepping into the ring with the person that they love, or someone they even call their friend, Xavier and I have set the bar. What happens in that ring, won’t affect our relationship and what we are. She smirks. Okay, that might be a little bit of a lie. It will affect us but it will be about five minutes after the bell has been rung, a hand has been raised, and we’re back in the locker room away from prying eyes. My hope is that when I go on to face my brother in law, it won’t affect us either. We were all getting along so well.
She took a drink from the glass.
Xavier, I love you with everything that I am and all that I will be, but we know that only one of us will be able to win this match. Let’s do what we always do; fight, fuck, and grab a bite to eat so I can start training to fight your brother and grab my place in history.
LE-LE!!! Anicka’s voice echoed from the kitchen, Le’Andra has heard the sound of Ani’s bare feet on wooden floors to know that she was running this way.
By the Gods, she wears me out.
LLLEEEEeeeeee!!!!!!.... AAHHH!!
Le’Andra looked up in time to see Anicka come running through the door, trip and fall flat on her face and go skidding across the floor. Seeing the graceful gazelle take a fall like that made Le’ bust out laughing.
What the fuck?
What’s wrong Ani? She watched as her friend rolled over and looked back in the direction she had come from.
Ani don’t know. She got back to her feet as she continued to stare trying to figure out what she tripped over. Looks like she tripped on air. Anyway, food’s done.
Le’Andra stood up and looked at the painting with a smirk. If that was you, I’ll give you that one.
April 15 2021; 3:00a - 1140 Royal Street, New Orleans, Louisiana
Le’Andra slipped from the exquisite four poster bed that she and X had finally fallen asleep in and quickly dressed in jeans and tshirt that her husband had stripped from her earlier. Xavier rolled over and looked at her.
Where are you going, love?
I am going to go have a woman to woman talk with someone.
Call me if it becomes a woman on woman talk with Ani. He rolled back over and went to sleep.
But it wasn’t Ani that Le’Andra was going to go have a talk with. She made her way down the stairs and back into the parlor where the painting of Madame LaLaurie hung and stood there looking at it for a moment. After a few more incidents that night, she figured she needed to set some ground rules. She reached up over the fireplace and grabbed a hold of the bottom of the painting and lifted it off the nail it hung on and then stared at it again.
You and I, Ms LaLaurie, need to have a talk.
She carried the painting over to the door that led to the courtyard behind the mansion, walked down the porch steps and over to where the bonfire pit was beside the pool. She went around to the far side of the circle seating area and leaned painting up against one of the chairs.
I’ve spent all night listening to tales of what you did when you were alive, I’ve heard of the tales of what you have done since you’ve been dead. I, madame, come from a long line of people who know what to do with.. Things like you.
Le’Andra began to pile some wood from a nearby stack into the fire pit and went around in the small yard picking up moss that had fallen from the trees and stuffed it into the wood. She didn’t need any matches, she quickly searched the landscaped area that was covered with rocks and found two that suited her purposes. Back at the firepit she struck them together a couple of times and the moss soon caught a flame. She stood up and smiled politely at the painting; if any of the neighbors had been watching they would have thought she was off her meds. I will be right back.
When she turned away from the painting, that polite smile was erased from her face. Le’Andra walked back into the parlor and looked around the room until her eyes landed on a plain black dress that was hanging on one of the walls almost hidden from view. Judging by the wear and tear of the fabric, Le’Andra surmised that it was something that LaLaurie would have worn more regularly than the rest of the clothing they had on display, something personal. She pulled it from the wall, not caring if she ripped or tore the fabric, turned back around and made her way back to the firepit and stood beside it looking at the woman’s picture.
I am going to make you an offer, Ms. LaLaurie, I am sure you will find it to be a good offer. I love this house, it’s a beautiful house. I am sure you love it, too, so, I propose we share the house. While we are here the house is ours, you will be quiet and mind your manners… She paused for a moment. Except for on Halloween. While we are gone, you have the run of the place. That is my deal. It’s a one time offer. She arched one brow as she held the dress up and fed it into the fire, flames licking their way up the fabric slowly at first before taking hold. If you choose not to accept the terms, I will drag your miserable painting back outside and light this mother up and let you watch it burn. Then what will you haunt? See you in the morning.
Without another word, Le’Andra turned and walked back towards the house, she decided to leave the painting out there to watch the house through the flames of the fire, to let it sample the last thing it would see before she tossed the painting itself in. As she walked away she could feel the painting watching her. Good, she thought. Glad I have your attention.
Moments later, Le’Andra slipped back in bed with Xavier and right up against his back, curling up around him in the big spoon position with one arm curled around his waist; she didn’t mind being the big spoon. She lay there thinking about their match and how much she loved this man and the crazy life she lived with him.
Babe? He never moved, nor opened his eyes.
Yes, love? Le’Andra cozied next to him and closed her eyes.
Did I just see you threatening a painting and burn a dress?
Yes, love.
Thought so. He laced his fingers with her. Good night, love.
Good luck, love..
After a second or two, from the little spoon position, Xavier’s eyes shot open…
Did she just...?