Disclaimer: well I'm in college. Ya'll I'm so broke, there is no way I could own anything. :P Although I wish I owned Taylor Kitsch. But that's kinda like slavery so…

Anyway enjoy!

If there was one trip he could make in his sleep, it was a trip back to Louisiana. Born and raised, it would always be the place he called home, no matter how many unpleasant memories came with the territory. And if the thought of Louisiana as a whole was enough to make smile, New Orleans alone was the one that made him down right happy.

It was the food, the atmosphere, the warm warm weather. It was the historically built buildings, the fountains, the never ending trail of small items and favors left behind during Mardi Gras that one could always find on the sides of the street. The Bourbon, the rough barmen, the smoky and lively bars. The beautiful, forward, loose women.

He'd left the city many years ago, intent on getting away from the heightened pressures of his responsibility to the Thieves Guild, his crazy marital situation, and all of the random people who wanted him either dead or rotting in a cage so they could experiment on him. Eventually he'd found his way to New York. Xavier's School for the Gifted had turned out to be good to him. He'd reconnected with long lost friends (dear sweet Stormy and rough, man-of-his-word Wolverine). He'd made friends (not just "associates" like he'd had everywhere else) such as Piotr and Warren. He'd joined a team that actually had a purpose and a goal for the world. He never thought he'd play the super hero, but it turned out to be kinda fun. He'd never admit that to anyone though.

Sure the buildings in New York didn't hold as much intrigue as the buildings in New Orleans. Sure Xavier's mansion wasn't as comfortable to him as the Thieves Mansion and he didn't have as much free reign. Sure the New York bars and clubs were uppity and preppy and filled with pop music, nowhere near as enticing as the smoky jazz clubs he'd frequented at home where the music was low and sultry and the body movements of the dancers matched the tunes.

But there was one thing New York had that, for those months he was there, made it better than New Orleans….Rogue.

Of all the women he could have fallen for in that city, it never ceases to amaze him that it would be the infamous Untouchable. But whenever he stops and thinks about it, of course it would make sense. She calmed his restless fire, and he cheekily ignited hers. She was fiercely strong willed and independent, but just vulnerable enough to soften her. She could be wild, carefree sultry, all the while innocent, inexperienced and sugary sweet. Everything he could every want in a femme all rolled up into one doe eyed, leather wearing, curvaceous and sassy southern belle.

So when he'd been itching for an authentic Louisiana bourbon and a hug from his tante last week but couldn't bare the idea of leaving her for any period of time other than a mandatory mission, the choice was an obvious one. Bring his chere to New Orleans.

He took his eyes off the familiar road and focused on the much more appealing sight next to him in the passenger seat. She was humming softly to a song on the radio, tapping her foot in time to the beat and playing with the white strands of her two-toned hair. She'd started wearing it down and natural for him since he preferred to run his hands through her wavy, almost curly hair and had once even threatened to confiscate her hair straightener.

The minute his eyes moved to her she looked at him, a shy smile on her face. He took her hand.

"Doin' alright there chere?" he wondered if she was nervous about meeting his family. When he'd told her he wanted her to come with him she'd been ecstatic and honored, throwing her arms around him and rewarding him with the sweetest of kisses to his face. Apparently she'd never been invited to a "meet the parents" before. She'd been excited about the trip the whole time she packed, but since they'd gotten in the car she'd been so silent. He took the smooth, bare hand he held and kissed her palm.

By the time Remy came around to the Mansion, the Cure had already begun to fail. Interestingly enough, they hadn't even decided to start- whatever it was you called their relationship- until after Rogue had fully gotten her powers back. With help from himself, Hank, Logan, and Emma Frost, she'd finally gotten around to having a certain amount of control over her powers, and that level of control was increasing over time. Still, she insisted that until complete control came, she'd continue covering up for the safety of others. Only around Remy did she let loose a little, let her guard down. Most likely because he'd push her guarded limits anyway.

She smiled sweetly at him, leaning her body closer to his. "Yeah, Sugah I'm fine. Just a little…jittery I guess." At his raised eyebrow she continued. "This is going to sound so cliché and I know we're passed little stuff like this, but I really wanna make a good impression. This is your family after all. Not just some bartender you wanted to introduce me to."

He grinned at her, moving his hand from hers and running it through her silken hair. He took every given chance to touch some part of her. "It'll be fine ma chere. As long as you're not an assassin they'll love you." He smirked playfully.

Rogue rolled her eyes at his unhelpfulness but caught her breath when she saw the house they neared. "That's it?" she asked in awe. Humble abode, her butt. Remy had never mentioned his family was loaded. Having a house like this was something she could only dream of.

Remy pulled around to the large gate, swiftly entering a code as if he'd only left the house for a 30 minute grocery trip instead of almost a decade. The gate opened and admitted them and she couldn't help but notice the wide eyed looks of disbelief on the faces of two men who were obviously sent to guard the entrance. She vaguely wondered what the city would make of the unexpected return of Le Diable Blanc.

A smooth drive up the driveway, and Remy finally turned off the car, turning to her and staring deeply at her. His steady gaze, as always made her blush, and with a deep chuckle he leaned over to her, hand tangled in her hair and kissed her soundly.

As usual it took her a second to relax and summon up her control, but soon after she allowed herself to melt into the kiss.

What was meant to have been assuring peck had, of course, turned into something just a bit more. He should have known, though. He'd never been able to control himself when it came to her. Her skin, once he'd finally been able to touch it, was like a drug to him. And her soft full lips were intoxicating.

They'd decided to take their…relationship?...slowly once she'd started gaining control. She'd never been serious with anyone (Bobby, now her best friend, didn't seem to count anymore much to his amusement), and he'd never actually taken much time to "get to know" femmes before he actually "got to know" them. Catch the drift? It was uncharted territory for him, so he let her take the lead. They still slept in separate rooms, their "dates" ended with heated kisses but nothing more, and wandering hands (though usually allowed) had as of yet only wandered to safe places. They were going slow because they both needed to. Trust had to be developed before they gave themselves to each other. And although sometimes he burned for her, he knew that often she had to exercise restraint herself whenever they spent private time together.

Seeing how far he could push this one he let his tongue trace her bottom lip. Her soft gasp opened her mouth to him but she pulled away before he could go any further. She giggled into his shoulder at his soft moan. "Sorry, Rems. But remember what I said about wanting to make a good impression? We're kinda in your driveway."

Still reeling from her touch, he moved his hands to trace over all the curves he could reach, earning him a gentle kiss to his neck. His fingers dug into her hips and she turned the kisses to his neck into gentle nips. She could be quite a vixen when she wanted to be.

"Remy" she sighed contentedly.

"Anna." He breathed into her hair and then looked into her eyes as she leaned back from him.

Only he knew that name. It was something she hadn't even given to Logan and Bobby, and had no intention of ever giving it to anyone else. Sure the name was on her birth certificate and anyone that really wanted to know could see it, but in her personal relationships she either gave the name Rogue or Marie. Safe names. Anna Marie was something she liked to keep private, a name that not even her parents had called her by since they preferred just Marie. But she'd shared it with Remy one sweet night on the roof where they talked. She always knew he was being dead honest and totally serious with her by when he used it. He also used it whenever he wanted her. Just her. Only her.

She reached a hand out to stroke his jaw before unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching for her purse at her feet.

"C'mon sugah. You're family's waiting" she sent him a playful grin and jerked her head over to the house. Looking out his window, he saw his brother smiling widely from the vast porch, eyes sparkling and arms wide.

*bangs head against computer* I didn't actually mean for this to happen. This was going to be a one shot but then I wanted to write more so…this is only just the beginning. But it won't be a long story. Maybe just a two or three shot. So…more to come!

P.S- I haven't stopped focusing on Unavoidable. I just decided to take a different direction with it than originally planned so…I'll get on that soon Have patience with me. My father decided it would be a good idea if I took Calculus this summer. Huh. -_-