She just had to be hungry, and when he was working on his motor cycle. He loves her, but she has terrible timing. And of course, nothing easy to make will satisfy her. She just has to want cookies. When there isn't any mix in the entire mansion. Which then means baking.
As it always is with them, this involves plenty of teasing, which leads to ingredients for those cookies she wanted so much being thrown all over creation. He knows for a fact the only way to put a stop to this, or at least the way which involves him getting a little sugar. And not the kind being tossed around.
To do so, he cages her between his arms against the refrigerator. His Rogue doesn't look fragile very often, but between his arms, back to the cool metal, she looks fragile and pretty and feminine. She also looks extremely kissable. Her white stripe has fallen over her face, she flushed and panting, a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips. There's a smudge of something on her nose, he isn't sure what. Remy never was good at baking, as hard as his Tante Maddie tried to teach him.
So he leans in for the kiss he's been wanting and she tilts up toward him, smiling real big. He's so close he can feel her breath on his lips and... she licks his face. Licks. His face. Then, she ducks under his arm and backs away while he's still trying to process. She licked his face. He wanted a kiss and she licks his face. It was sexy though, weird, but sexy. His mind is filled with images of where else she could lick chocolate off his face. And now she's standing there, with that smile on her face, trying, and failing, to look innocent. Well then, he thinks, I'll just have to get that kiss the hard way.
With a swift movement, he turns and begins to chase her around the kitchen. She squeals, an unusual sound from her, and runs. A chase follows, mixed with food throwing and teasing to throw him off. When she's laughing so hard she can't breathe, he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. Setting her down on the kitchen counter, just as kissable, he takes a moment to memorize her face before finally kissing his Rogue. Her arms wind around his neck and her fingers bury themselves into his hair. His hands slid down her back to settle at her waist, pulling her closer. They stay wrapped together until they can't breathe.
When their lips finally part, Rogue nestles her head under his chin. "We should probably clean this mess up. Whoever comes through next ain't gonna happy." Even though he knows she's right, Remy doesn't much want to move. He eventually musters the will to move away from the counter to let her drop to the floor. They spend more time cleaning then they did making the mess, a fact Remy thinks is very unfair.
Once the kitchen is returned to it's spotless state, Rogue turns to him. "Ah don't know about you, but Ah could use a shower." her eyes take on a decidedly hungry cast, one that he knows has nothing to do with the fact that they never did make those cookies. "Care tah join me?" His heart beats faster and he can't help but laugh as she turns and makes her way up the stairs. He silently thanks whatever god will listen to a miserable wretch like him for this amazing woman in his life.
With that last thought to his good fortune, Remy runs up the stairs after the only woman who could ever hold his heart.