Disclaimer: I do not own anything X-men or Marvel related.

Author's Note: I haven't written anything really in a while due to the fact that I am lazy or just don't feel like it :p My apologies. Also I always want to start with a fresh or new story and find it hard to continue on the same one :P Also in this story Rogue and Remy are normal people without mutant powers just fyi.

Rogue looked out the window of her third story Manhattan apartment. Things were finally looking up for her in almost all aspects of her life: she loved her job as a writer for an up and coming editorial magazine, had a cute adorable dachshund named Obee and had lots of spare time to do as she pleased. Not to mention she drove an Escalade. She had everything she thought would make her life complete except she found herself lonely even though she occasionally went out with some of her girlfriends. Rogue told herself many a time that she didn't need a man or anybody for that matter to ever support her and there was the fact she had a few "toys" to keep her happy in the pleasure department. Yet every day she wondered to herself if she would ever bump into what could be her soulmate..someone to come home to every day and have a wonderful meal with, to cuddle with, laugh with, joke around with, to make love, and grow old together.

It's just a fantasy she told herself. That type of man didn't exist for her in her mind because she had had her fair share of hurt from a line of men. Most would start out all the same...pulling out all the stops in the beginning making it appear as though they were actually the one. Until they used her and left her after just a few dates more. It was like dejavu and she had hated it more and more each time. So she finally gave up...but still it didn't stop her from fantasizing and reading romance novels to portray what it would feel like to be in a loving relationship.

"Someday...Ah will be ok with just bein single. Ah just gotta..ooohhhh who am Ah kiddin Obee?!" Rogue threw her hands up in the air in defeat.

"Ah'm just not cut out for bein a single woman, it's hard! It's hard not havin someone to talk to all the time or hug and kiss someone just because ya love em...," she stroked her dog's fur gently.

She sighed and stared at the street sign lights with dim glows and then up over the many tall buildings towards the stars. It was a beautiful view, after a few more moments she decided to call it a night and stop talking to her dog about her romance troubles, even though she knew in a few days she would do it all over again.

"Ah am such a loser Obee, now ah gotta get me a late night snack this is too depressin."

Remy Lebeau was finishing up his workout session at local gym in Manhattan. He was ready to go on the prowl later that night for a beautiful woman. For a long time he had just became bored with the same type of woman: loose, overly talkative, drunk, and dumb as a doorknob. Bimbos were not his cup of tea anymore. He decided this a few days ago when he was shopping at a grocery store.

He was in the vitamin aisle when he looked up and saw the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. She wore black yoga pants that left little to the imagination and a blue tank top that showed off her ample cleavage, a delightfully curvy brunette with long wavy hair and the brightest green eyes he could stare forever in. She had accidently walked through the wrong aisle because she started to back her cart out but alas someone was already behind her so she continued her way back down the aisle quickly. She had on a look of embarrassment and frustration as she breezed past him pretending to not notice his existence. Time seemed to slow down as he drinked her in with his eyes as much as he could, her red pouty lips would be on his mind later tonight and probably the rest of the week or longer.

As she rounded the corner he found himself, Remy Lebeau ladies' man, in a loss for words. This never really happened to him before and it scared him a bit. After a few minutes of trying to think of something to strike up conversation he went looking for her and found she was already at the checkout line getting ready to head out of the store. He quickly made his way closer to her but stopped when another female came up to greet her.

He overheard some of the conversation involving a "Hi Rogue how are you" and "I heard you're working for Yellow magazine now."

This was all the information he needed to look her up and find her later, even if he had to go through every office of the building she worked at. He had to see her again and introduce himself as he found himself infatuated by her beauty.

To be continued….(or is it?)

Author's Note: I do want to continue this story but I will wait and see how many people want to read more of this by reviews and/or number of favs :P If it poops, of course I will just scrap it. Anyway thank you for reading annndd tootles ^^