Hey there, I'm back with the second part of the "She's..." series. Some chapters will have smut, others will not, but most are from Remy's pov, so the curses will flow freely. There are going to be a couple of chapters from Anna's pov, too, though:)

Here's the first date, and since we all know how first dates tend to be, I'm just giving humorous snippets to get you through it rather than bore you to tears writing a larger chunk of it out straight through. Anyway, as always, let me know how I'm doing here:)

"So." Anna looks at me from across the table. "Breakfast, huh?"

I look up from the menu at her. "Ouais, chere, that's what I call it."

"Why?" She asks bluntly, swallowing a gulp of coffee.

"Because that's what it is? Mais, you call it whatever you want, I guess."

She rolls those impossible eyes at me. "That ain't at all what I'm askin', swamp rat, and you know it."

I gesture to her menu, still laying on the table in front of her, untouched. "Unless you know what you want, it helps to take a look at that," I tease her. "I can tell you, though, the pancakes are pretty damn good here. I'd steer clear of the French toast, though."

"Uh-huh." She chews her lip for a second, those bright eyes of hers pinning me where I sit. "So, uh, this. This a date?"

I smirk at her. "Catch on real quick, don't you?"

She scowls at me. "Sugar, you better play nice, now, I ain't had all my coffee yet." Another sip smooths out her expression, and she looks over at me again. "I mean, for all I know, this coulda been just a friends thing. Or you just wanted company while you ate. I don't know."

I put the menu down, flirty smile ready. "Then allow me to disabuse you o' those notions entirely, chere. Ain't lookin' for friends, and I ain't feelin' lonely, either."

"Hmm, you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I don't really date well."

I shrug. "Me, either. See? Two things in common already."

She frowns over a curious smile. "Two things? What's the other one?"

I give a slow grin. "Four nights, and you ain't figured that one out yet? I be happy to remind you after breakfast, if you'd like."

Now, that's a mighty fine blush that just set fire to those cheeks. "Well, if all's we got to go on is that and being terrible at relationships, I'd say maybe we've got a red flag, sugar."

"Don' know about that, girl," I chuckle out, "me, I ain't so quick to call sex like we get it a red flag, non? I figure if you an' me can make it through breakfast and a conversation without any major upsets, maybe we doin' alright, neh?"

"Sex and food's all it takes to make you happy? I'm shocked," she replies, picking up the menu. "So, pancakes, huh? I could do that, and the sides..."

I already know what I want, so I take a quick moment to look at her as she mutters over food options. Anna, formerly known as Rogue, at one time an X-Man like myself, now a cured mutant and living normal. Don't know how she can stand it, normalcy, but I suppose that's a 'you do you' sort of thing, especially given her fuckin' awful mutation.

Fortunately, it's a sort of thing that lets me do her, too.

She's beautiful, of course. Stunning, actually, with wild, white-striped chestnut curls, the greenest eyes I ever did see, smooth, creamy skin, and a body to fuckin' die for. She's also temperamental as hell, and apparently grouchy if you wake her up. Having spent four nights with the woman, three of which I've actually woken up next to her the following morning, you'd think I'd know that last bit by now.

Newp. Found that shit out the hard way earlier. Apparently, there's some huge difference between waking her up sex at my place versus hers, because with me, she'd always been good for a quick fuck and then had cheerfully bounced on out, whereas today, girl about snapped my nose off my face when I woke her up with a kiss and my dick pressed up against her fine little backside, and then proceeded to mumble "fuck off...mmnnh...," when I'd suggested breakfast, followed by breakfast.

Anna has her quirks, I guess.

"You know what, Cajun, these ain't half bad."

I grin at her, watching as she takes another decent sized mouthful of pancakes. "Told you. Still mad at me for wakin' you up for this?"

"Uh-huh, this aint what you woke me up for."

"Was one of the things I woke you up for," I reply, watching her tongue dart out to catch the bit of whipped cream in the corner of her mouth. That had been an interesting preference of hers, no syrup, just butter and an insane amount of whipped cream with her pancakes.

So, she likes whipped cream, yeah? I like whipped cream, too, especially when licking it off of-

"Sugar, it wasn't like you could hide what was on your mind at seven am this morning, and it wasn't food. Besides, I wasn't mad."

I lift a brow at her, finishing my own bite. "Girl, you growled at me to fuck off, if I remember rightly, and you weren't even a little bit mad at me?"

"Pfft. You ain't seen me mad. And if I remember rightly, you pretty much did fuck off. Or fuck on? Or however way you want to word it, it was still too early."

"Didn't hear no complaints out of you once you actually opened up those pretty green eyes of yours, chere."

It'd taken a bit of sweetening on my part, slipping a couple of charged fingers down between those fine legs, but it'd been worth it to watch her eyes pop open in surprise and then close to slits of pleasure. I can't tap into organic energy sources anymore, but calling up the charge does create a light buzz, a bit of static across the skin, and it'd been enough to get her off real fast and wake her up for more, after which I'd happily flipped her over and obliged.

Gotta say, she's a damn satisfying way to start out a morning.

"Well, just 'cause I didn't appreciate you wakin' me up doesn't mean that ain't a good way to go about it. And anyway, leave it to you to figure out how to use your power in bed," she adds as she goes for another forkful of pancakes.

"Creativity, at its finest, chere, at its finest."

"So, what's a Southern belle like you doin' all the way up here?"

She shrugs. "Never wanted to stay in my hometown, always wanted to get out and about. What about you? What brings a bayou boy up north?"

"Work," I answer, immediately looking to shift away from me. That ain't a conversation for now. "Why New York? Someplace you always wanted to go, or did y' just play a game of eeny-meeny-miney-mo, and this was it?"

"Hmm, well, New York was on my list of places, and I just figured why not start in one corner of the country and eventually make my way in and around from there, you know?"

"Sounds like a better thought out trip than I've come up wit' on occasion."

"Eeny-meeny-miney-mo?" She teases, then continues, "anyway, turns out it wasn't all that much of a trip around the country, after all. Kind of got stuck in a place for a while, and then, some things happened, and then I made some other things happen. I guess I'm still kinda stuck, what with school and all."

"How long you got left?"

"I've got a while to go, ain't even started the actual nursing stuff yet. Luckily, I'd already gotten all those general studies type classes out of the way back at my last place, else I'd feel like I was here for forever." She shrugs. "At least now, my breaks are free to do whatever, wherever as I please."

"Lot to be said for not gettin' yanked around on your free time, neh?"

"You got it, sugar. I might not've gone anywhere this past summer, and I won't be going anywhere this Christmas, but at least they won't be spent sucked up into something... well, sucky."

"If it makes you feel any better, last Christmas sucked for me, too," I offer up with a crooked grin. Holidays are the times I hate my exile the most, especially the ones where it don't work out that I can get safe passage back into my town.

"Well, no, not really." She raises up her half-gone, milked-down coffee. "I can't say that I've ever toasted with coffee before, but here's to better Christmases."

"Can't say that I have either, but I could drink to that. Coffee cheers."

"So, Remy. How old are ya, anyway?"

It's not a long walk back to her place, but we ain't in no hurry, and now with a belly-full of food and enough coffee to float a barge, she's kept up an easy chatter. Nothing hard to talk about, no heavy topics, just banter, mostly. A far cry from the mostly quiet, caffeine-deprived woman I'd walked into the diner earlier.

I cut her a glance at this question, though, wondering just how she'll react to the answer. I already know her age, and it's a good little gap between us. Me, I never put that much care into that sort of thing, past a general preference for women around my own age, and she's a bit of an old soul, anyway, so it doesn't matter much to me. Especially since I ain't bankin' on being around long enough for it to be an issue. Might matter to her, though; it would to most, neh? "Not too old to give you a good time, girl," I answer with a waggle of my brows.

She ignores my flirting and eyes me up. "Look, I know you're quite a bit older than I am. The way I figure it, if you're not too bothered by how young you think I am, then I won't be too bothered by how old you are." She pauses, then makes a face. "Unless you're, like sixty or something."

"Non, that's a ways away yet." I look over at her. "Forty-two."

"Knew you had an old man shuffle goin' on there. Need a cane? Christmas ain't that far off," she teases.

"I could do wit' one. Yelling 'get off my lawn' just don't have the same ring to it without a cane to wave around."

"Hmm. Well, since you shared yours, guess I'll share mine. I'm twenty-four, just turned." She grins up at me. "In fact, last time I saw you at that bar, when I was out with that friend of mine? Yeah, birthday drinks on a night no one else could celebrate with me."

"Well, now, wouldn't say no one else celebrated wit' you," I leer at her.

"Ha, no, guess not, huh? But does it count if you didn't even know it was my birthday?"

I give her a slow, sly grin. "You're right, it prolly don't. I can always spring for another go, though."

"Sex and food, I swear," she laughs out with a roll of those pretty green eyes.

"Well, guess this is it." She stops in front of her door and turns to me. "Thanks for 'breakfast and a conversation', sugar," she throws my own words from earlier back at me with a smile, "it was good."

"Mmm-hm, know what else'd be good, chere?"

She lightly slaps my chest. "Jesus tap dancin' Christ, really? I was just joking earlier, but is gettin' laid really all you ever think about?"

I laugh at her, catching her hand. "Well, I know where your head's at, and if that's what you want, I'm happy to oblige. As it happens, though, that ain't what I was talkin' about."

"Oh." She flushes, tucking a curl behind her ear. I always did liked a pretty blush on a woman, and Anna, she's cute as hell when she does it. Of course, it also makes me think of the flush her skin takes on when I- "Well, then, what?"

"There's a band playin' out at a cowboy bar I know of, I hear they ain't half bad. Decent place, has good food, good drinks. You like to dance, no?" I know she'll go for it, I'm aware of her musical tastes, and I doubt a country girl like her will turn down a chance at two-stepping. Country ain't my favorite music, but I do like to dance. That shit's practically fore-foreplay if done right.

She blinks up at me in surprise. "Another date?"

"Just drinks and a conversation, chere," I tease her, bringing the back of her hand up for a kiss. Learned a long time ago that a little bit of manners and some of that old world charm goes a long way with women, and she's no exception, going off the way those eyes just softened up.

"Oh, I don't know, Cajun," she flirts readily enough, though her is hand tense in mine. "You said there'd be dancing. Sounds like a date to me."

"I pick you up Saturday at eight, Anna," I tell her with my most charming smile, lightly squeezing her fingers, leaning in a bit closer.

She hesitates, bright eyes wide and indecisive. "I...um..." Then she gives a small laugh. "Oh, what the hell, yeah, sounds fun. I'll see ya then, sugar." Then, she reaches up on her tip toes and steals a little kiss before I get a chance to, then backs up into her apartment, flashing me that mind-numbing smile of hers, stopping me where I stand til she disappears behind the door.

Can't help but grin as I turn to leave. Sure, she didn't trip all over herself agreeing to another night out, but that's alright. She already warned me that she's a bit gun-shy when it comes to this kind of thing.

Gettin' into that woman's panties again? Hell yes, it's alright.