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Idea I've had for, like, ever! Would ramble on with some nonsense but maybe next time… Hope you enjoy! PLZZZZZZ R&R

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Brilliant colors scraped the Georgia skyline filling the eyes of a southern gem with colors incomparable to anything she had ever seen. Her body lied in the cool grass of the evening chill, feeling the blades tickle the skin uncovered by her short-shorts and tank top. It felt great not having to cover up when she want to take control of her power, like now.

Perfect. Everything was perfect in Rogue's world; just Remy, herself, and their plantation style manor: their home away from home. Remy surprised her when he brought her to a remote location in Georgia as her gift after he proposed the night before. They'd been talking about taking a trip down south away from their home states of Louisiana and Mississippi and they decided upon Georgia but nowhere specific. Perfect, she thought once more.

Remy was nowhere to be seen though it didn't matter that he wasn't glued to her hip at the particular moment, she knew he was there with her, willing to completely give himself to her; never having to be alone. He suggested having a few drinks to celebrate their forthcoming union and, of course, she declared. Drinking with Remy was one of her favorite past times and if there was a chance, she was going to take it.

The colors were growing darker and more mysterious with each moment she spent dreaming about life taking a turn for the best and about how much had changed since the day Remy stole his first kiss four years ago. It was her first real kiss without dropping them unconscious and the kiss was enough to say he was the one because now, it's her turn to get married. To Remy Lebeau. She expected to spend eternity with Remy, til death do they part, for better or worse.

Steps were audible as the grass crunched beneath the approaching persons feet, faintly growing louder and louder, Rogue flipped her hair to see Remy holding two glasses perfect for sipping, each containing two cubes in his left and a 750 ml bottle of Jack in his right.

"Ah didn't think ya wanted to get crocked tonight but it looks lahk ya mean business," Rogue joked.

"Darlin', we drank mo' den dis plenty o' times befo'. Dis ain't dat much," he gave the glasses a slight shake. The reds of his eyes grew brighter as the night began to take its place for the remainder of the day. He selected a spot beside her and sat on the lawn with legs stretched out, placing the three items in front of them.

Without hesitation, Rogue snatched the bottle giving the black top a swift twist. The aroma of the alcohol was enough to open her senses when she put her nose to the bottle's opening, "Whoo! Smells lahk we're about to have fun!"

Rogue took no time getting introduced to the liquor, tipping the end giving the liquid its chance to burn her throat. It was her introductory shot of the evening and it alone was making her tongue feel warm.

His impatience was not worth reckoning when it came to his booze as he stole the bottle back, "Merci fo' ruinin' mi toast t' us but…" Liquor was poured into each glass, filling his more than hers. "…It's not too late. You should do it since y' had t' be de bogart"

Rogue lifted her glass and Remy instantly followed, "May our lives be filled with life, love and happiness! Cheers, sugah!"

Their glasses hit hard enough to give off a deep ring and followed by them taking a hasty, hearty gulp. Rogue's glass dropped and continued to peer into the great wide open. She had no idea how beautiful Georgia really was until she saw the sunrise that very morning but nothing compared to the sight before her. Freedom is all she felt. Well that, and the alcohol.

Remy took a second sip enjoying every intoxicant that met his taste buds, dazing at the girl who won his heart; he felt extremely lucky he won the heart of the twenty-two year young firecracker. Heartbeats pounded in his chest seeing her the way she was right then and there. Her hair was naturally dried that morning from their swim in the creek that ran a few miles in their direction, allowing wavy locks to wrap around her upper body. Pink hues bounced off the amount of uncovered skin that left little to his imagination. She was perfect for him and knew she was a better person than him in so many ways and that was what made him want to change; to be with her.

"Beautiful, ain't it?" Rogue asked when she began to feel his eyes upon her. Turning to face him, she gave him an equally dreamy stare-back.

A smile appeared as he swooped down to brush his lips seductively across her jaw line to end upon her studded ear, "Not as beautiful as you, ma cherie."

She could never resist him no matter how hard she tried. Just a simple touch would make her heart race and a simple kiss made her blood boil with need and lust, feeling every sensation she lacked during her first twenty years of life. She made sure every time felt like the first time as well as the last: never taking a second for granted.

Rogue felt the need to take control of the situation, pulling him to the ground. She wanted him to figure out what was running through her perverted mind. Her hand slithered up his chest, fingers gliding across his muscular neck only to tangle them in his mass of chestnut hair. Her drink was set to the side as her attention went to her lover. Rogue's lips crashed down on his, tasting every thing.

Getting caught in the moment even made Remy's drink forgettable as his left hand rested on her derriere, giving a firm squeeze. It was her number one turn on as it was his main arousal technique; it always made her melt like butter. Rogue never denied him sex because she wanted it just as badly as he did; if not more.

Kisses grew more and more demanding, his hand sliding down south, making her express a small change in breathing patterns, "You're killin' me, chere."

She heard the urgency behind his words, kisses traveling down her jugular to the collar bone; another one of her spots. The cooling of the saliva left behind from Remy's kisses made her burn even more.

Her free hand went to his pant line grabbing the muscle shirt, pulling it over hi head. She wanted to see his body in whatever sunlight was left. He broke the kiss having to remove the shirt and tossed it to the side. Like a dive bomber he went back down only to attack her once more. Moans escaped her throat when she felt his hand on her right bosom.

Perfect, she thought once more. The night sky filled with countless stars covered them in darkness meant for them. Another day in utopia was around the corner and maybe it will start off the way today ended…