Hi! After such a sad story like "Gone", I deserve to have a little fun, don't I? ;-) Remember I'm still learning English!

Busted!

Chapter 1: Better than the movies.

"What on Earth is takin' him so long?" Rogue said to herself, starting to get mad. She was supposed to meet Remy there, half an hour ago, and then go to the movies; but it happened that the one she wanted to watch was about to begin in ten minutes, so they probably wouldn't make it on time.

"Damn Swamp rat…" she thought again, zapping again through countless channels, not actually watching the TV, but more like venting her frustration against the small TV control button. Finally, the door was opened, and he stepped inside the room, looking good, smelling good, in a way that made Rogue's stomach jump. Remember yah're angry! she told herself inside her head.

"Hope I didn't make y' wait too long, chere" he said, standing between her and the tv. "Y' ready?" Rogue furrowed, and turned the TV off.

"Ah've been ready since an hour ago, Mistah! Where the hell have yah been?

"An hour? I'm only 'bout twenty minutes late!" he pointed out dramatically. "'Twas dat trainin' session in the danger room I had to finish today, an' I lost track of time… would y' possibly forgive me?" he said, falling on his knees, so Rogue's narrowed eyes were now in front of his.

"Why do Ah feel Ah've been through this before?"

"Come on, y' know y' wanna forgive dis poor Cajun".

"Whatever, Remy; but now we can't see the movie Ah wanted to" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Whoa, wait, Ah know that grin". He chuckled evilly:

"Yeah, see, I thought dat mebbe since there nobody else in de house, we could take some advantage on dat…" he rested a light kiss on the back of her hand, but then started to leave a trace of kisses up her arm, making her shiver. "…an', I dunno, do somethin' else, instead of goin' to de movies". Trying to compose herself, she lifted his face by his chin, and, a brow raised, she told him:

"So, trainin' session… Yah were late on purpose, weren't yah?"

"Desolé, but today I felt more like doin', dan like watchin'…" he gave her a smirk, then kissed her chin, and gently put apart some white and auburn stripes of hair, to kiss her neck.

"An' Ah guess it doesn't matter that Ah wanted to go to the damn movies, right?" she was trying to look like she was still angry, but the perspective of being all alone in the mansion was way too tasty.

"We'll go tomorrow, I promise... Ya know I always keep my promises, don't ya?"

"Not always… Yah said we'd go to the movies…" at this point, the movies were only an abstract concept, since all she could think of was him, kissing her collarbone and shoulders, playing with the spaghetti straps of her black tank top.

"Forget 'bout de movies…" he asked impatiently, finally kissing her lips.

"Wait, wait…" she mumbled. "We should go somewhere else…"

"Non, let's stay here; it a cosy couch, ain't it?".

"Mmm… what if someone comes? Yah know they don't know Ah can… touch now".

"An' dat make it more excitin', don't it?"

Rogue blinked, pushed him away and stood up.

"Excitin'? Like a Danger room session? Or like a robbery?" she spat out. He stayed pretty frozen, not knowing what to say.

"Non, I didn't…"

"Yah really deserve a punishment for sayin' that" and she pushed him again, but this time he ended up sitting on the couch, with Rogue on top of him, taking off her top and staring at him with the most lustful eyes he had ever seen on her. But he didn't spend too much time looking into her eyes, since below them, was that gorgeous body of her, that he had spent so much time wanting, before she was able to control her power. Now, she was right there, only for him, so he wouldn't waste any time; he didn't know what he liked the most: her tight blue jeans or the way her torso looked on that black bra she was wearing. They started making out again, with Rogue's body pressing his, and his hands going all over her back, her waist… "An' dis hips, an' dis amazin'…" he thought. She decided it was a good moment to take off his shirt, so she did, with a little bit of his help, and then they finally were skin to skin.

"Ya're so cruel, chere…"

"Ah guess we both are" she purred, kissing repeatedly his broad chest. He was about to do his next move, but stopped, eyes wide open.

"Chere…" she was too busy kissing and licking, and right when she was about to rip off his belt, so she could unbutton his pants, he grabbed both of her hands by the wrists. She stared at him confused.

"What? Did Ah do something wrong?"

"No, no; listen" they both stayed in silence for two seconds, that were enough for them to hear voices approaching to them. They looked into each other's eyes for another long second.

"Shhhhhhit!" she whispered, standing up fast, and instinctively passing her hands through her hair to comb it a little, but the voices were too close now. She couldn't really distinguish if the look on Remy's face was of horror, panic or of not believing what was happening, when they heard Logan's voice coming closer and closer. The Cajun stood up too, and moving as fast as he could, he grabbed her top from the floor, and then Rogue's hand, and running like little kids that were about to be caught stealing cookies, they hid between the back part of the couch and the wall, right when the voices seemed to be a foot from the door; a door that, by the way, was open. Everything happened so fast, that he didn't have time to pick up his shirt, but he prayed for nobody to see it… for only one instant, until he realized that Logan would smell them anyway.

"Bloody Wolverine" he thought. Rogue looked at him with eyes like plates, and they both stayed immobile when the voices were finally inside the room.