A/N: It's been SOOOOOO LONGGGG and I know I should tease you guys with this because I'm not where near ready to post anything else, especially for Choice We Make. Blehhh, I'm so sorry but I've been MEGA busy since last summer! I'm out of school now though and I seem to get most of my inspiration during the summer when I'm not doing anything. So I will TRY to bust out some stuff. Here's the second part to Cure. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: The characters and plotlines of X-Men Evolution unfortunately dont belong to moi. Also, this idea of chronicling certain events in a characters life doesnt belong to me either. Full credit goes to Deandra who writes awesome Lord of the Rings stories. I got this idea from her and I suggest you go read her stuff.
Rated: T (I don't think it should be higher but if you do, let me know)
Summary: Rogue has to deal with the consequences of her decision. Takes place a couple years after the end of X-Men Evolution.
The Romy Chronicles
Part 10: Cure
Chapter 2- Touch
She found she was almost as nervous sneaking into the Institute as she had been sneaking out of it. She wasn't sure if she could deal with anyone this soon. The pitying looks. The endless flow of questions. The judgment. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand it tonight; tomorrow morning maybe, but not tonight. So she took great care in making sure no one saw her as she made her way up to her room.
She had to duck into an alcove once when Amara and Jubilee strolled by gossiping. Her ears perked up when she heard her name, but they rounded the corner before she could hear what was being said. She waited a few moments to see if anyone else was wandering about before slinking down the hallway to her room.
She exhaled in relief and was about to go in until she heard a voice call her name.
Rogue.
She looked around her but there was no one in sight. Professor Xavier? she asked, a feeling of overwhelming guilt encompassing her.
I won't tell anyone you're back yet, Rogue, the Professor sent her. But please, come to my office at your earliest convenience tomorrow morning. I'd like to speak with you.
Of course...I'm sorry, Professor.
It's quite all right, my dear, he said sincerely, making Rogue feel even worse. Goodnight.
Goodnight, Professor.
She felt his presence leave her mind and sighed. That would be a difficult conversation. She had hoped that even if he couldn't understand why she had done what she'd done, that he would be able to respect her decision.
She turned the knob of her bedroom door, pushed it open, and quickly shut it behind her, leaning back against it and closing her eyes. All she wanted to do was change into a pair of comfy pajamas, crawl into bed, and sleep forever. The last 48 hours had been the longest of her life and the dark oblivion of sleep was too inviting to put off.
But she was suddenly all too aware of the other presence in the room. She opened her eyes and was instantly pierced by two glowing red orbs in the darkness. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed heavily. She hadn't expected him to be here when she got back. She hadn't expected that he'd want to talk to her after what she'd done.
Neither of them spoke or moved. She was stuck at the door while he was lounged out on her bed. She didn't even think about flicking on the light. He didn't make a move to speak so she took the initiative, though she wasn't even sure what she would say, how she would defend herself.
"Remy…"
"Did it work?" he asked suddenly, his voice sounding hoarse and weary, and devoid of any emotion.
She tried to ignore the prickling in her eyes. "Remy, Ah—"
"Did it work?" he repeated slowly, not taking his eyes off of her.
Rogue only hesitated for half of a second. "Yes."
He inhaled sharply but didn't say anything.
She couldn't take the distance between them any longer. She walked closer to him, dropping her bag at the foot of the bed. He eyed her as she approached, still with very little emotion. She sat down lightly on the edge of her bed.
"Please…" she faltered again. Tears were welling up in her eyes against her will. "Please, forgive me! Ah had to do it! Ah'm sorry! Please, don't hate me," she pleaded, a tear making its way down her cheek.
His face noticeably softened, now looking distraught at the sight of her tears. "Remy could never hate y', chére," he told her, looking down at his hands now. "I was scared," Remy admitted after a moment.
"You were scared?" Rogue asked, confused. "Why were you scared?"
"Y' didn't want me to come wit' y'," he said, still avoiding her gaze. "Thought dat maybe y' weren't comin' back. Dat maybe after y' got de cure y' wouldn't wanna be wit' me no more. Y' could be wit' anyone y' want."
Rogue was shaking her head even before he finished his sentence. She steeled herself for what she was about to do. She subtly took the glove on her right hand off and brought it up to Remy's face. His eyes widened and followed the movement. Rogue let out a shaky breath and lightly caressed his cheek with her fingers. His skin was smooth and warm, like she'd always thought it would be, and she felt a tremendous emotion well up in her. He leaned into her touch until she was cupping the left side of his handsome face with her bare hand.
"Don't you see, Remy?" she whispered, a few more tears falling from her eyes. "Ah don't want anyone else. Ah just want you."
His ruby eyes smoldered into hers and she couldn't hold back anymore. Freeing her other hand from its confinement, she cupped Remy's face with both hands, relishing the skin-on-skin contact. Remy let her take control, his eyes displaying equal parts trust and hunger, the latter sending shivers up her spine. Slowly, not willing to rush this moment that she had dreamt of probably since the very moment she had met him, Rogue pressed her lips to Remy's. Instead of flinching like Rogue had imagined, his lips gently caressed hers in a chaste, feather-light kiss. After a few seconds, Remy pulled back, and the love shining in his eyes took Rogue's breath away. He leaned his forehead against hers.
"I love y', cheríe," Remy whispered, bringing his suddenly gloveless hand up to brush against her cheek.
"Remy, Ah love you so much," she replied breathlessly, before giving into her urge to kiss him again.
This time her mouth urgently slanted over his, making up for lost time. He responded just as passionately, pulling her too him and coaxing her mouth open. Their tongues battled for dominance in a way that Rogue had always though would feel awkward but instead just felt…right. Suddenly, Rogue was straddling Remy on her bed, a position they'd playfully been in before but felt anything but at the moment. Her hands pressed themselves into her chest and were frustrated when met by the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Breaking her mouth away from his, she pulled up his shirt, intending to bring it up over his head. Remy saw her intent and grabbed hold of her arms, halting her actions.
"Don't start somet'ing y' can't finish, chere," he warned, only half-joking. It probably would have been more effective if he hadn't been out of breath.
"Ah just need to feel you, Remy," Rogue pleaded. "Please."
She wasn't ready to go that far so soon. No, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't indulge a few fantasies in the mean time. She needed this now.
Remy nodded in understanding and let go of her arms, allowing her to pull his shirt off. Hesitantly, his fingers grasped the hem of her own shirt. He gave her a questioning look and she nodded, helping him pull it over her head. Their eyes silently devoured each other, looking but not touching, until Rogue began to trace over his chest with a finger. Remy in turn brought his hands up to caress the contours of her back and Rogue, delighting in this, arched into him. His soft, eager lips made their presence known as they attached themselves to her neck, nibbling at the skin there. Rogue let out a breathy gasp, bringing a hand up to run her fingers through Remy's hair, encouraging him on. She could feel him hard against her thigh and dragged her free hand downward along her washboard stomach. Almost immediately, Remy grabbed her hand and surprised her by flipping her over onto her back. Rogue made a noise of protest.
"You tryin' to kill Remy, chere?" he asked, chuckling a bit.
His laughter at her actions felt like a bucket of cold water had just been dumped on her and Rogue attempted to push him away.
"Nuh uh uh," he said, his hands encircling her wrists like handcuffs. "There ain't no need to rush, chere. We got all de time in de world now. Let's take it slow."
Rogue took a deep breath. "Slow. Right."
Remy crawled off her and settled on to his side, cuddling her into him. "When de time does come, it's gonna be special," Remy continued, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "A night you'll never forget."
Rogue hummed with pleasure, and pressed a kiss of her own to his chest. "Thank you, Remy."
"Non, t'ank you, Rogue."
Wordlessly, the two kicked off their shoes and their jeans, pulled back the covers of Rogues bed, and settled back in together. Wrapped in Remys arms, only thinking about the warmth of his arms around her and the feeling of his heartbeat against her head, Rogue fell into a deep, content sleep.
Well? I know I don't have any right to ask since I've been such a horrible poster, but please review to let me know what you think! I've never really written any kind of make out/intimate scene in any of my stories and I would like to know how this one went. So please, drop me a review! I love you guys!
Melissa
