From all Walks of Life
Authors note: I haven`t written in a while, hopefully this story will be a little more sophisticated than my previous stories, sometime you look back and cringe!
I`m basing this after the end of X-men Evolution, so Magneto is gone, the Acolytes are disbanded and all is at peace; it's the easiest way! Rogue can also control her powers now.
Also, I prefer not to write in the accents, such as Rogue`s Mississippi, or Remy`s Cajun, like some people do, it takes me ten times longer to write, so just imagine the accents guys ok?
Rogue, Kitty and Wanda are 21, and the Acolyte boys are 22 - assume everyone else is around the same age.
Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I don`t own anything
Chapter 1: It`s a Small World after all
It was girl's night out.
Rogue sat with Kitty and Wanda sipping cocktails in a local cocktail bar in Bayville called Relentless. It was a rather large club, with a dance floor on the first floor and a seating area and cocktail bar overlooking it on the second floor, where it was a little quieter, but the music was still pounding. It was about 11pm, so the club was beginning to fill up, each patron even more drunk than the last. The atmosphere was nice though, with the disco smoke and neon lights; the club seemed more inner city than it actually was.
It wasn`t their typical haunt, they normally went to a bar much closer, but everyone wanted a change of scenery. They organised a night out every month or so, just to let loose and get away from the mansion for a while; even though they saw each other every day, it was nice to get out and have a few drinks to return home to the mansion tipsy in the small hours. Rogue was on her third cocktail, which she knew she would regret, but tonight, she just didn't care.
"Oh, what should I have next?" Kitty lent over the table to reach for the cocktail menu. The small girl had only turned 21 a month ago, and after her second cocktail she was a little unsteady. Rogue rescued her drink as Kitty almost knocked it over sitting back in her seat.
"Are you sure you want another?" Rogue said, looking rather sceptical.
"Oh come on guys! I only had like two! You two are on your third, I`m trying to, like, keep up!"
Wanda laughed, "That's what we are worried about. If you are sick on the way home, I`m not cleaning you up and holding your hair, you can hug the toilet by yourself!"
Kitty stood up, unsteady on her feet, "The cocktails are different here I swear! Much stronger," she hiccupped, "I`m going to the bar, want anything?"
Wanda shook her head, sipping her Pina Colada steadily. Rogue decided that Kitty could not be trusted to carry two drinks back with her without spilling, so accompanied her friend to the bar. She had to give it to Kitty, the bartenders generally gave her cheaper drinks when she thrust her chest out and smiled prettily over the bar; it was always a good idea to send Kitty for drinks.
Tonight, Kitty was in a cream body contouring dress which came to her mid-thigh; short enough to get attention, but not short enough for a wardrobe malfunction when she was drunker in the later hours. She also had high red heels on, which she was tottering around rather dangerously in. Rogue had no idea how the small girl kept her balance sometimes!
Rogue had gone for a tight black skirt and blue chiffon top with matching blue heels, a lot different to her combat boots, but she had made a decision to move away from her Gothic look a few months ago. She had grown up quite a lot since gaining control of her powers a year ago, all the angst and the psyches in her head had gone away and she was a lot happier. I suppose you realise at some point that there is always a way, and you just have to accept it - accept it and get on with life.
She was lost in thought when Kitty gasped and elbowed her sharply in the side. Rogue jolted and was about to make a comment about Kitty being violent when she was drunk, until she saw what Kitty was pointing at. About halfway down the bar, serving a pair of drunken blondes…
….was the infamous Remy Lebeau.
Rogue did a double take, surely it couldn't be him. She thought he had stayed in Louisiana to sort out the family affairs, but here he was, in the flesh, and looking hotter than ever. He was dressed in bartending gear, black tight jeans and a black shirt rolled up at the sleeves and open at the neck. His hair was tossed to the side, looking like he had ran his hand through it and left it. He was smiling and laughing with the girls and then went to pour them a drink, working quickly and methodically and gave it to them with a grin and a wink. Rogue sighed. Typical Cajun, flirting with anything in a skirt.
Kitty was beside herself, "Look, what do you think he is doing here?"
"I dunno, Kit. Working?"
"Well obviously, let me get his attention"
"Wait, Kit- "
"HEY OVER HERE!"
Rogue`s palm came up to cover her face, this was so embarrassing. After the little trip to New Orleans, Kitty had been non-stop about the "chemistry" between them, all because he gave her the Queen of Hearts playing card. Kitty was thoroughly convinced that something had happened between them in the bayou`s of Louisiana, but Rogue shot her down quick enough. Yes, they had talked, they had similar family problems - but nothing had happened, her powers were still uncontrollable so nothing COULD have happened even if she had wanted them to.
Rogue had never told Kitty or Wanda about certain dreams about a certain someone after New Orleans. That would cause a stir in gossip world and she really couldn't be doing with the questions. Of course she was physically attracted to him, who wasn't? But he was the biggest player in history, and the last thing she needed was her heart being broken by some man-whore who just wanted to use her.
At Kitty`s shout, Remy had looked up and recognised her instantly. He came over and leant over the bar, "Hey little Cat, are you even old enough to be in here sweetheart?"
"Yes!" said Kitty indignantly "I have my ID and everything, I turned 21 a month ago"
Remy laughed, "Look at you, the kitten has claws, what can I get you?"
"I would like a Cosmopolitan and Rogue will have a Long Island Iced Tea"
Remy hadn`t seen Rogue stood behind Kitty and his eyes snapped to hers; his glowing red eyes that almost hypnotised you if you stared for long enough. Rogue made sure to drop her gaze.
"Hey Cherie, didn't see you there"
Kitty pushed her forward. Yep thanks Kit. "Oh hey, yeah, you`re back from Louisiana I see?"
He shrugged, "Not my scene anymore, too much politics, I had to come back. Plus I have friends here, and you of course"
"What have I got to do with it?" Rogue folded her arms, her fiery side flaring up.
"Relax, I just want to get to know you better"
"I`ll bet. Now are you getting my drink or do I have to call another bartender over?"
Remy took a step back, his hands in the air, "I`m on it Chere"
He was back minutes later with their drinks and Rogue thanked him and dragged Kitty away from the bar. The small girl giggled and looped her arm through Rogue`s "He wants to get to know you, you should just give the poor guy a chance! He looks kinda hurt you just ran away"
Rogue looked back over to the bar. He was watching her leave, his features relaxed, with maybe a hint of sadness - but who could tell with his poker face, the master of cards.
"Kitty, I don't know what he wants from me, I`m not giving in to a guy like that"
Kitty pouted, "I think he`s nice"
"You also thought Lance was "misunderstood" and how well did that turn out for you?"
"Yes, yes, Ok, so I`m not a fantastic judge of character"
Wanda looked at them quizzically when they arrived back at the table, so Kitty filled her in on what happened. Wanda`s eyes widened, "No way! And I swear I saw one of Magneto`s other lackeys in here tonight, the pyromaniac, he winked at me and I didn't realise who he was until now! They are all a bit dodgy if you ask me"
Rogue smiled. Kitty was rather over-trusting when it came to men, but Wanda was often over-suspicious. She didn't know about herself, she was just plain grumpy.
The girls carried on the rest of their night as planned, had a little dance on the floor, bought a few more drinks, laughed, gossiped, eyed up guys walking in and out of the club. Rogue couldn't help stealing glances over to the bar to watch Remy working. He knew all the tricks in the book, earning the most tips with smiles, winks, charm and charisma. He was stunningly attractive, with his chiselled features and full lips. He had dimples when he smiled.
Rogue just wanted him to smile at her again.
Before they knew it, it was 2am and the bar was calling last orders. That was when they saw Pyro running up to the bar clutching a wad of slips of paper.
"Mate look! Six girls' numbers tonight! And at least two of them were hot!"
Remy laughed, "Well done, did you drug them? Or trick them into giving you their number?"
Pyro pouted, "Rude, just rude, I don't have to drug them, have you seen this face?"
"Yes, it's awful"
Pyro ignored Remy completely, "Anyway, can I grab a ride home?"
Remy fixed him with a stony gaze "That's the only reason you stayed til the end isn't it? To bum a lift home? Fine, give me five minutes"
Pyro fist punched the air and staggered when he hit the floor again, clearly drunk. At this point he noticed the girls in the corner.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here, little X-sheilas! How you doing girls?"
"Absolutely fine thank you," Wanda snapped, "we are just leaving"
"Awww now don't be like that, I`m a nice guy really! The names St. John Alledyce"
"Saint?" Kitty looked bemused, "who made you a Saint?"
"I have the face and patience and demeanour of a Saint, little Sheila"
Remy appeared from the side door in a leather jacket holding his car keys and walked over, "Is this guy bothering you? I can have him forcibly removed if you desired?"
John scowled, "Hey I was being nice!"
Remy turned to the girls, "He is actually a nice guy, he`s just full of himself when he`s had a few, come on mate, homeward bound" He gently pushed John in the direction of the door, and turned back to Rogue, "Are you girls going to be ok getting home? You aren't walking are you?"
Wanda shook her head, "Nahh, we were going to grab a cab outside"
Remy looked dubious, "Ok, let me hail you one, it's a bit dodgy round here at night" and he headed out the front door.
Kitty grinned, "See, he`s nice! I was right!"
"Any normal guy would have done that Kit" Rogue sighed.
"Yeah I suppose, but I still think he`s nice"
"I think you`re drunk, you would call a lion nice if it looked relatively cute"
"Aren't lions nice? What about Aslan? He's nice!"
"He`s not real, Kit…"
Remy came up behind them, "There`s a cab waiting outside for you, I`ll walk you out"
"Where`s your mate?" Wanda asked.
"Passed out in the back of my car, hopefully he won`t puke" Remy laughed as he walked them out the doors and opened the cab door for them. Wanda slid in first, dragging Kitty after her. Rogue was just about to get in when Remy touched her arm.
"It`s been nice seeing you again Chere,"
Rogue swallowed, "Yeah, you too, I guess Swamp Rat,"
Remy smiled and Rogue really wanted to lean up and press her lips to his, even though it would go against everything she told herself. She watched his lips as he said goodnight and pressed a piece of paper into her hand, before shutting the cab door. As the cab was pulling away she realised it was a number scrawled onto the back of a beermat.
Kitty squealed, "OH MY GOD, THAT'S HIS NUMBER! Rogue you pulled!"
Wanda shushed the little brunette and gave Rogue a steady concerned look "Everything ok?"
"Yeah," Rogue whispered, "I`m fine, I`m not going to call"
Wanda gave her a secretive smile "Sure, whatever you say Honey"
The drive back to the Institute was uneventful but Wanda and Rogue had to help Kitty up the stairs and into bed before retiring to their own beds. They each had their own rooms now as they were older and Rogue made sure Kitty was fine before crawling into her own bed.
She picked up the beermat and twisted it over in her hands. Maybe if she just saved the number into her phone for emergencies? It would be handy if they ever got into serious trouble and she couldn't think of anyone to call.
She leant over to her bedside drawer, opening it and sliding the beermat into the space right next to the Queen of Hearts card he had given in her New Orleans. She was so confused, what did he want? Was she just a conquest? A trophy, the forbidden fruit? Or was he genuine with his advances? Rogue realised that she had absolutely no way of reading him, no way of figuring him out.
I`ll just have to see how it plays out she thought.
She lay in bed, thinking about the night, and the situation, then found herself thinking about Remy…
... His eyes, his smile, his body, how his hands would feel on her…
Her hands slipped over her body, running gently over her breasts and over her flat stomach, slowly slipping into her panties, touching herself lightly. She bit back a moan, feeling how ready she was. She had learnt how to pleasure herself well enough, having poison skin was a bit of a problem in the intimacy side of things, and a girl has needs.
Her fingers moved deftly over her clit, rubbing slowly deliberate circles, her other hand moving to her breast, trailing over her sensitive nipples, imagining it was HIS hands, imagining his mouth on her neck, his body over hers, grinding, licking, thrusting, faster and faster and faster….
She came suddenly, moaning quietly into her pillow. How did he manage to get her this way by just the thought of him? She rolled over and turned out the light, angry at herself for letting him get into her head. She wasn't going to let this happen!
You keep telling yourself that her subconscious mused.