Hello to everyone out there. I confused myself with my old fic so I decided to start this one instead. I promise I won't make anyone mad and so I hope you will like it more. Anyway enough blabber from me and here is the story.
Rogue was wandering the streets lost deep in thought. Tonight was her four-year anniversary with John and they had a special date planned. They had invited a few of their closest friends and were planning to dress up and go to a snazzy restaurant for a meal. Rogue had left the mansion to get away from Kitty's constant fervor for changing clothes. If she heard 'Rogue, do you think this dress makes my butt look that big?' one more time, she swore she was going to scream.
She already had her clothes chosen for the evening but considering the time she supposed she should be getting back. She shrugged off the feeling that she was being watched and began walking back to the mansion looking over her shoulders which was why she walked directly into the man leaning on the side of the building beside her who caught her by the elbows as she stumbled.
"Cherie you should watch yourself for if Remy was not here to stop you, you would have just walked into a brick wall and got a bump on that belle face of yours."
Rogue felt the heat rising in her face as she looked up to find the man's eyes and instead met his gaze through a pair of sunglasses. 'There is something wrong about those eyes' she thought to herself. Then she suddenly realised she was still in this man's arms. She pulled back and muttered "Sorry I have to go."
"Don't leave on the account of Remy, ma Cherie. He means you no harm." He smiled down at her as she took her eyes off his sunglasses and chanced a look at the rest of him. He was tall and lean with scruffy auburn hair and lips that could make a saint sin. She realised that she hadn't said anything for several minutes.
She closed her mouth and then opened it again saying, "I'm sure Remy doesn't but Ro… I mean I need to leave." She smiled in a strange sort of way and bypassed him without a backward glance, meaning she tried to glance back but caught herself halfway through and carried on marching.
"Be seeing you, Cherie." She heard Remy call. If she had looked back she would have seen him melt into the shadows. But she hadn't and so she didn't.
Rogue cautiously peeked her head out the door, then, concluding it Kitty free, walked full tilt into John. Rogue's mouth dropped. John was wearing a tux and had done something to his hair to make it sleek instead of the normal mess it usually was. She looked at his face and saw the same fascination playing on his features. Meeting her eyes they both said "wow".
She shook her head, she felt like she was thirteen again and having the crush of her life. She tried to think of something to say and instead was left speechlessly staring at him, mouth opening and closing.
"Nice goldfish impression," John said, his jokey smile changing the effect of the tux completely. She smiled back at him as he offered her a bunch of red roses, and then offered her a single flaming rose from behind his back.
"I was going to give you a corsage of burning roses but I don't think it would have been a good thing to have pinned to your dress,"
Rogue went forward to him and enveloped him in a tight hug and whispered, as close to his ear as she could get without touching, "Happy Anniversary."
The restaurant was a French delicatessen where all the waiters looked liked frogs, smelt like frogs, or offered you frogs. It had taken a long time for the group to order because every time one of the waiters arrived they had a tendency to laugh. Eventually the scary French chef had come out. They stopped laughing pretty quickly after that.
After the shared desserts had been taken away, (ice cream for Jubilee and Bobby, cheesecake for Kitty and Peter and Flambé for Rogue and John), John stood up. "We'd like to make an announcement," He began. He pulled Rogue out of her chair, "And we thought that our closest friends should be the first to know that Rogue and I have decide to get married." There was a silence quiet enough to hear a pin drop then a shriek came from Jubilee and Kitty's direction and they both jumped up and hugged Rogue. The guys were a little more reserved "Good going" and a couple of nods were all they were up for.
The girls however danced Rogue over to the waiter to order more drinks, however the man in the trench coat was no waiter. He raised Rogue's hand to his mouth and kissed it. Rogue's mind was stuck in overdrive, how could he kiss my hand without being all dead, when she heard him whispered, "Bonjour again ma Cherie."
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