Chapter 1 – Waiting for him

Rogue sat at the window, feeling the condensation cold on her forehead. The water slowly dripped to the tip of her nose. She did not wipe it away. She was too busy watching lone cars pass by on the road behind the Institute wall. Kitty and Wanda walked by, wearing short skirts and tank tops. Rogue envied them – she would never be able to expose that much skin in public. Hell, she wouldn't be able to show half as much. But this didn't bother her. She only wanted to show skin to one person and she was waiting for him.

A motorbike roared in the distance and she looked up as the engine cut out. A few seconds later a figure vaulted the wall and crouched in the shadows. As her resumed standing position, she smiled. The hem of his trench coat flapped about his calves and his auburn hair blew gently across his face, carved by angels.

Rogue left the window, went into the en – suite and began to run a bath. She had just lit the vanilla candles when she heard a knocking on the balcony doors.

"They're open," she called and the handle turned as he walked in.

"Remy," she whispered, almost as if she wasn't expecting him.

"Chere," he whispered back. His gorgeous Cajun accent melted her straight away. Why did his accent have such an effect on her?

"Ahve been waiting for y," she said as he pulled her into a warm embrace and kicked the door shut.

"Remy knows Chere," he whispered sexily into her hair.

He lifted her head in his hands and looked deep into her eyes, her emeralds as he called them. His own red ones glowed gently as she put her hand on his cheek.

He pulled her mouth towards his and placed a winner on her lips. The kiss took over her and she relaxed into his gentle caress. As they kissed, she ran her hands over the contours of his shoulders, rolling off his trench coat as she went. Her hands explored his biceps and when their hands met, she gripped his fingers sensually.

It still amazed her how she could touch his bare skin. She learned of his immunity after and accidental touch. They had to meet in secret when they wanted each other. Remy was an Acolyte after all. If the X-men found out, they'd eat him alive, especially Logan. Only Kitty, Wanda, John and Poitr knew about their little rendezvous. That was how they wanted it.

Remy gently pulled away and looked at her once more. Then he looked puzzled.

"Why is de bath runnin Chere?"

"Shit!"

She broke away from him and ran into the bathroom, switching off the taps and letting some of the water drain away. She turned around to find Remy stood right behind her.

"Havin a bath Chere?" He grinned devilishly

"Well, Ah was wonderin if me n y could have one togthah?" She looked up at him, waiting for his response.

"I could never say non to an invitation like dat, mon belle femme," he said and his hands smoothed down her body, finally coming to rest on her hips.

He played with the waistband of her jeans, and then they danced around the hem of her t-shirt and removed it from her. His mouth fell to her neck, his hands reaching behind her to unhook her bra. He relieved her from it in one flowing movement and then stood back to admire her. Her porcelain skin was just flawless and incredibly smooth to the touch, and her gorgeous breasts led down to her flat stomach. Her overall elegance overwhelmed him and he had to internally battle the urge to take her there and then.

Rogue saw him looking at her and advanced towards him. His shirt was off in seconds and she was kissing him fiercely, fiddling with his belt, wanting him more and more. He swiftly removed his shoes and socks and his belt was flung across the room.

Once all their clothes were discarded, Remy stepped into the warm water while Rogue pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. His eyes followed her around the room. Her feet hardly made a sound on the floor, backing up his theory of her being an angel. Every step seemed to be walked with such gracefulness, such magic. His eyes once again roamed her curves as she stepped into the bath in front of him.

With her back towards him, she was teasing him. Rogue gently rolled her shoulders and got the desired effect when Remy's strong arms slipped around her. She let her head fall back so that it rested on his shoulder and his lips gently traced her neck. The urge to have him was now too much to bear and she swiveled around and pushed her legs over his. She could feel his hardened manhood against her nether regions but she wasn't going to let him have it yet. She could torture him a little longer.

The water swirled around them and Remy's hands glided up her smooth back, making a small moan escape her lips. The sound excited him and he tried to push inside of her, but she stopped him. He looked at her face and she was smirking.

"Not yet, Sugah,"

He growled slightly in a mix of lust and frustration and his head fell against her shoulder and rested there.

She smiled. Bless him, she thought, he wants it bad.

Rogue couldn't torture him any longer. She moved closer to him, so close that he was almost inside her. He didn't move his head off her shoulder, but his hands roamed her back, hips and then her perfect backside.

With one thrust he was inside her. Rogues head flew back in unalloyed delight and a loud moan came from her throat. Remy shivered with pleasure and thrust harder against her, wanting her to feel what he was feeling. His pulse was rapid and his breathing came in short bursts. Remy found Rogues lips and pushed a hard kiss onto them. She was close to climax, he could feel it. A few more thrusts should do it.

A few seconds later, as Remy predicted, Rogue did come, followed by him. They screamed out, gasping for breath, and her head rested on his shoulder once more. They sat there for a minute or two, just breathing. Rogue looked at her hands and giggled.

"I'm going wrinkly," she whispered.

"Come on den, if bath time is over, bedtime begins!" He smirked.

He got out and dried off. She lent back in the bath and admired him as he had done her. His stomach and chest carried the scars of many years of thieving, but his torso was gorgeous all the same. Her gaze carried on over his body and back up to his face. He was so sexy.

Remy walked over and lifted her out of the bath, much to her delight, and wrapped a towel around her. Rogue found herself being carried out of the bathroom and over to the bed. He ran the towel over her legs, drying them and making her squirm at the same time. He did the same with the rest of her body, taking special care over her breasts and nether regions. He knew exactly where to touch her.

The towel was soon discarded and Rogue snuggled up under the cream sheets next to him. Her arm snaked over his body and onto his shoulder and his hand ran up and down her back.

"Mon coeur et votre coeur pour toujours" Remy whispered into her hair.

"Yes, Remy. Forever" Rogue whispered back