Welcome to one Hell of a Honeymoon. You know the drill. I don't own these characters. Hopefully that will suffice for the rest of the fic, because I am so sick of writing it.
After their disastrous "wedding" Rogue and Remy ventured back to the mansion to grab their bags and to give fond farewells to everyone else, not to mention in Rogue's case a few threats to make other withhold information. Rogue did not intend to let Remy know anytime soon about the fact that they weren't married. She did not think she could stand the hell of planning another wedding.
After a few goodbyes and grabbing there bags they left in a taxi for the airport.
Finally the night was getting simpler. Rogue took the plane tickets out of her purse. After a quick glance she noticed something weird. "Remy darling, why do these plane tickets say we're going to New Orleans?"
Remy heard the anger in his wife's voice. "Rogue I thought it would be a good idea to go there for a couple of days so you can meet my family. Plus it was the venue of our first date." A hopeful smile appeared on his face.
Rogue was having none of it. "Our first date. You mean your first offence. You kidnapped me and we ended up having to fight for our lives to rescue your father. If that was our first date what would you call the first time we met? You know when you tried to blow me up? Flirting?"
"This is going to be a long trip." He whispered.
"What was that?" Rogue snapped.
"Nothing dear." Remy said in a very whipped sort of way.
The Honeymoon was off to a banner start.
I know it's short, but what do you expect finals are approaching. Soon the chapters will get longer and better.