I don't own any of these characters - if I did I wouldn't be writing this at home after a long day at work ;) Reviews are welcome - this is my first story, so be gentle.
FRIDAY, 5PM
Rogue let the water wash over her. She looked up at the showerhead and let out a sigh. Ah can't believe we're fightin' again, she thought. Once again she'd pushed him away when he tried to get close and he walked out. It had been 6 weeks since she lost her powers. She still remembered that day like it was yesterday.
*Flashback*
Rogue watched from a distance as the X-Men fought the massive Sentinels. It was times like these that she missed Ms. Marvel's powers desperately, but now she just had her stupid, soul sucking power so in fights like these with massive machines she had to stay back with Emma at a safe distance, as she monitored the team's vitals. She watched longingly as Gambit moved acrobatically around one of the Sentinels, admiring the way his body contorted. That was a body made to touch a woman. She had to wonder why he was wasting his time with her.
"Oh, come now – I actually think you're the one that could do better," Emma said to her with a slight smile. Rogue quickly snapped out of it and put up her psi-shield. All of Xavier's students were taught how to block a minimal psychic, but Rogue could block a much stronger one. Years of stealing powers of telepaths had taught her well. Still, she smirked back at the woman in white. She had always liked Emma. She was entertained by her dry wit and was secretly envious of the way she was with men – so dominant.
Rogue turned her attention back to the fight, wishing furiously for Ms. Marvel's powers back. That's when she saw it. A Sentinel that must've broken away from the pack and was targeting her and Emma. She shot her head over to the team to yell for help – certain that Emma was already psychically doing the same thing. She saw Wolverine and Gambit break away from the pack and run towards them. They'd never make it in time. She wished with all her might for Ms. Marvel's powers – for Logan's – someone's that would help. 'No time for wishing, girl! Do something!' she thought. The Sentinel reached down and picked up Emma. Rogue looked frantically into the woman's eyes expecting to see fear, but saw shock and awe instead. At this point she realized that although the Sentinel was pulling Emma towards it, Rogue was still at eye level with her. Confused, Rogue looked down and discovered she was several feet off the ground. "I'm flying," she realized. Although she didn't know why it was happening, she quickly sprung into action, praying she had her previous super strength as well. She peeled the Sentinel's fingers open and pulled Emma from it's grasp. She flew her down and turned back to finish the job.
Her anger raged and she flew back up towards the Sentinel, ready to punch his lights out. Acting too hastily, she didn't see his fist fly around to smack her out of the air. She came to quickly, feeling for the gash in her forehead. She gasped when she felt the wound closing up under her fingers. Back on her feet she shot back up at the Sentinel – bone claws protruding from her hands. She hit the Sentinel with Ms. Marvel's strength and Wolverine's claws and the robot when down in seconds. She was on her way back down to the ground when everything began to get fuzzy. The last thing she saw was Remy and Logan's shocked faces as she fell out of the air and hit the ground.
She awoke back at the mansion. She had lost her powers. No more Ms. Marvel. No more Wolverine. No more death touch. The best Beast could figure was that when she called up those other powers in a desperate situation she overloaded and her powers burnt out completely. It was anyone's guess when they'd come back, or if they'd ever come back.
It had been 6 weeks since she lost her powers and still nothing physical had happened with Remy. Every time she'd make excuses – "what if they reactivate, Remy? Ah could kill you." But the real reason that she could only admit to herself was that she was scared. Never having been with a man was enough to make any girl anxious, but having touched Remy, having absorbed him before, she knew that he'd had his and another man's share of experience. She'd loved that man since the day she laid eyes on him, and to think that she may disappoint him enough that he'd walk away shook her to her very core.
Just as Rogue was letting her thoughts wander with the shower cascading over her chestnut and frosted hair, the shower curtain pulled back with a start. Remy, stark naked as the day he was born, hopped in and pulled the curtain closed behind him. Rogue instinctively reached for the towel only to be stopped by an urgent hand around her wrist. "No, chere, we're not doin' dis again."
"Ah don't believe we've ever done this, swamp rat!" Rogue cried, hating herself for always having to stoop to the confrontation, but unable to stop herself.
"No. We're not doin' dis runnin' anymore, petit." His eyes pierced into hers. With black eyes and red pupils, Remy always looked serious, but there was somberness in them now that she had never seen before. "Every time I try to get close to you, you run. Or you say somethin' to me t'make me run. Maybe you testin' me. Maybe I failed cause I go, but I always come back t'you, Rogue. If dis gon' work, I need you t'get over your fear, chere. I love you. Dat should be enough. I never felt like dis before."
"What about Bella Donna?" she snarled back, immediately regretting the words as soon as they escaped from her lips and looking away. She had absorbed Bella Donna's memories before. In a weird way, it's as if she already knew what it was like to be with Remy physically. It made her sick to think about it – as if someone had stolen her memories – the memories she had earned with him and may never get. His gaze narrowed in on her, still holding her wrist lightly, but she would not meet his eyes. The touch made her nervous – it was almost as nerve racking as the silence. Just leave me, Remy. If you leave me now it'll hurt less than when you inevitably leave me later, she thought. All these years she had longed to be free of the haunting voices in her head from people she'd absorbed, and although they'd never go away fully, they were finally quiet, and she was terrified to discover that the most damaging voice was her own.
She tried to keep her eyes down, but she soon felt uncomfortable in view his well-endowed manhood and the silence became too much. She raised her gaze into those red orbs and was taken aback. His glowing eyes gleamed with tears aching to spill over and behind that, a touch of fear and desperation. The eyes of a man at the end of his rope. Remy LeBeau was impulsive, passionate, easy to anger and hard to make amends with, but never in the years she'd known him, had he been desperate. Immediately, she retreated from her attack. "Ah… Ah didn't mean it, Remy… Ah just –"
"Didn't love her, chere. Not like you. If you didn' know dat, you know it now." He pulled her wrist around his waist and stepped into her. Every inch of them was touching and Rogue had never felt such a mixture of fear and excitement. His body was pressed against her so tightly she could feel every muscle upon her. Instinctively she began to pull out of his grasp, but once again his eyes stopped her. The need in them was heartbreaking. He lifted a hand to her face and pulled her in. He kissed her slowly and deeply. She felt like crying and laughing all at once. This feeling, which she had only gotten before with grave consequences, was better than she remembered. She longed for it and dreaded it all at once. After a few moments and not long enough, Remy pulled away. He stepped back, pulled the curtain back and stepped out.
Rogue stood, stunned. "Where… where you goin', Remy?"
"I want you t'tink about it, Rogue. I'll wait for you to be ready, but don' go making me wait forever," he said shortly and left. Just like that.
Rogue stood, open jawed for a moment, and then almost went after him. "Damn he's good," she thought, closed the shower curtain and went back to her shower, more conflicted than ever.
