Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I don not own Cosmo magazine, Calvin Klien, or Marlboro.

Green Eyed Monster

They returned to their suite by 5:30 am. A tad inebriated but nothing too bad. Upon entering Remy removed his blazer, slung it across the room and lounged on the floor. His head was resting on the back of one of the couches. Logan for his part got comfortable as well. He sat on the couch across from Remy. One leg stretched across an ottoman and the other stretched out along the floor. He had his arms stretched out across the back of the couch and his face was turned upwards toward the ceiling, his cowboy hat gently placed over it.

Gambit sighed." I love Vegas."

Jean smiled at his happy expression. They did in fact have a great time. They danced, gambled, drank, and danced some more. She was sure that Remy was going to ditch them for some pretty face out there but surprisingly he proved her wrong. 'Should know better than to bet against a pro in his turf.' She mused to herself.

"Night cap anyone?" She asked as she made her way over to the bar.

"Oui, please ma belle."

"Beer for me darlin."

As Jean made their drinks she looked over her two companions. They both looked like they walked straight out of a Cosmo magazine. With the pose that Remy was in and the close that he was wearing which consisted of a black fitted shirt and leather pants, he looked like he was ready to pose for Play Girl. He had looks that made you think of nothing but kinky thoughts. His reddish brown hair was cut short in the back and to his chin in the front. So he was able to pull it into a small pony in the back of his head, as he did tonight. He had the face of an angel. With thin lips, a chiseled jaw and a narrow nose…he had a saintly appearance. But his eyes is what gave away what kind of devil lied underneath. They were red on black, and they oozed sex. Hell, his whole body oozed sex! He wasn't overly bulky like his muscles came from too much time lifting weights at the gym but was lean and toned. Like the body of a swimmer or gymnast. The body of a thief. But it was his attitude that really set off the package. That damn cocky attitude that made you wonder if you wanted to slap him or just grab him and kiss him senseless. The man was damn sexy and he knew it!

Logan on the other hand was the complete opposite of Remy. Where Remy stood a good 6'3", Logan only stood 5'8" (yeah I made him taller than what he is in the comic) the same as she. But what Remy lacked in muscle Logan more than made up for. His muscles were big, hard and wonderful. He looked like a lumber jack….a severely pissed off lumber jack. Where Remy appeared like an angel, Logan looked like the devil himself on a bad day because someone just slapped his mama. Now that doesn't mean he was ugly. That was far from it. He was just gruff and rough around the edges and if you didn't like it he really didn't give a damn. And he wouldn't be shy to tell you either. His hair was black….so black it almost seemed blue at times, which made his eyes more pronounced since they where a light gray. They seemed like crystals. Very different from Remys dark ones. Logan had this bad ass attitude about him. It was as if at any moment he would snap and snap your neck while he was at it. He had a kind of wild man flare to him. The kind where he would drag you back to his lair, pounce on you, have his way with you, then pee on you too mark his territory. Maybe it was the need to be dominated that all women have lurking somewhere inside of them that attracted women to him so. Or maybe it was just the curiosity to see if he was as wild in the sheets as he looked in everything else he did. Both men very different but equally as yummy.

'Yep, where Remy is my Calvin Klein model, Logan is my Marlboro Man.' Jean giggled to herself.

"Here you go Remy," Jean handed Remy his drink and made her way towards Logan to hand him his beer. Remy watched her as she went, taking the opportunity to check her out. 'Woman's fine,' He thought to himself. Her black knee length skirt clung to all her womanly curves, accentuating her firm behind as her heals did the same for her muscular calves.

He noticed Logan look up and took her offering from her with a very Logan like "Thanks darlin'".

He also noticed Logan check her out in a non too subtle way. 'Man got it bad' he thought to himself as he smirked into his glass. As Jean made her way back towards Remy to sit on the couch next to where his head was resting, he took the chance to check out her front as he did her back. Beautiful long full red hair. Sparkling pale green eyes. High cheekbones and full lips. Nice small perky breast. Toned flat stomach with petite narrow hips. 'Not ma belle chere Rogue but she will do in a pinch,' He thought to himself.

Thinking about Rogue always brought a smile to the Cajuns lips. Jean was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. It was obvious why she was a model at one time. But Remy preferred his women a bit more fuller. Rounded. Feminine. Although he knew there would be good amount of people out there who would argue about Rogue being feminine or not. But that is what he liked about her. Her spunk. Her sass. Her wit. Her ability to make you feel like you're Mr. Testosterone one minute then leave you feeling like you just hit puberty the next.

Rogue, like Jean, had green eyes. But Rogues were a deep emerald in comparison to Jeans pale crystal like ones. He could get lost on those eyes. Her lashes were long and thick and her mouth,

'Dieu!'. She had a mouth that brought to his mind the dirtiest of thoughts. It was red, full and pouty. Naturally pouty. It was swollen, like as if she had just received a harsh kiss. A kiss he would be more than willing to give. They were suck able. Bite able. She had a mouth that was made for kissing damn it! It should be a crime to not put a mouth like that to good use. He dreamt about slanting his mouth over hers. About running his tongue along her lips. Nibbling them. He dreamt about having her mouth press wet kisses all along his body. To sink her teeth into his skin. To run her tongue down his stomach. To rap her lips around his dick.

He shook his head at that and took a gulp of his drink, tying to clear his head of the images of his love. He failed miserably. He began to think about the rest of her. Her long neck and soft shoulders. Her breast, so full and perky. She had to be a D cup, he'd bet his life on it. Her flat stomach and round hips. He loved her hips. How the way her belt from her uniform dangled from them. He never wanted to be a fucking belt more in his life. Her ass was firm, a handful. She had soft thighs he could imagine settling himself between. Rogue was 5'6" (I know she is supposed to be taller but I always thought her character should've been a bit shorter. Hey it's my fiction! I can do what I want!) a bit shorter than Jean. But he liked her that way. All that big attitude in that little body. His shorty. Besides, height didn't matter. If he wanted to he could easily pick her up. Wrap her legs around his waist. Press her against a wall. Slip easily inside her, while her legs urged him forward towards her womanhood. All that did was bring thoughts about that area of her body. She would be tight, that was a guarantee. She was a virgin after all. But would she be shaved or would she have pubic hair? If she did have pubic hair would she have a white stripe there like the one he adored that ran through her mane of chestnut curls that sat atop her head.

Gambit sighed to himself as he felt his pants tighten around his crotch area. An all too familiar occurrence when his mind mused about Rogue. He defiantly needed to stop thinking about his chere before anyone of his two amies present noticed his state of being. Thankfully Jean interrupted his thoughts.

"So Remy, exactly how many women threw themselves at you tonight? I seemed to have lost counted around the second hour or so," Jean giggled.

"Don' know petite" Gambit shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner but the sly grin he wore told another story all together. "Don' matter none."

"Oh no?" Jean asked. When she saw Remy shake his head 'no' she continued," Well, I think that it would matter to Rogue hmm?" Jean teased.

Logan snorted, "She got ya there Cajun."

"But mes amies, don't you know de sayin'? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He winked to Jean in a very flirtatious way which made her go pink all over. She cleared her throat, " Well I don't think that Rogue would agree with that saying."

"Don' matter either way," Remy claimed as he sipped on his drink, "Me and Rogue ain't got no commitment."

There was a two minute pause in the room before anyone said anything. Is was Jean who broke the silence. "But you do love her….right?" she asked worriedly. Rogue was a dear friend to her. She knew that Rogue adored Remy. She was pretty sure that Remy felt the same way for her.

"Course I love her petite," Remy scoffed, as if the answer should've been obvious. "It's pretty obvious non. I shout it from de roof tops to prove it. But a man has needs. She can't touch Jean." His voice lowered a notch as he looked at his drink, as if he was ashamed by what he just said, "She can't touch."

"But if she could?" Asked Logan, all the while shooting the Cajun with a stern look.

"There'd be no other," Remy replied softly yet seriously.

Logan nodded his head. He cared for Rogue, like a sister or a daughter. He felt for her. It was rough having powers like hers. But he knew that if she ever got control over them, she and the Cajun would be glued to each other. He knew that it hurt her that Gambit went out and did what he did with other women but it was something on one could help. The Cajun was a man and he had needs. He knew it. Gambit knew it. Rogue knew it. They just never spoke about it. Didn't make it any less sad though. All they had was the knowledge that if she could touch then it would be completely different. That meant something.

"What about you Logan?" Jean asked.

"What about me what?" he grunted out.

"Well, Remy basically told us in so many words the reason why he's not settled down. But what about you?" Jean leaned forward and gave Logan a suspicious look. "Everyone is always on Gambit for being with a different girl every other night. But you can't fool me. Even though your not as obvious about it, you do your fair share of…..coupling." Remy chuckled at Jeans choice of words.

Logan smirked as well," Well, like the Cajun said, a mans got needs."

"But that's not what I asked." Jean pressed.

"He do it Jean because like moi Logan can not 'touch' the woman he loves as well." Remy gave Jean a knowing look.

It was no secret that Logan carried a big torch for Jean. It did make her still slightly uncomfortable. She glanced towards Logan and saw him staring at her. No expression written on his face. His silence was confirmation enough that what Remy had said was true. Logan couldn't touch Jean not because of powers that would absorbed a person with skin to skin contact like Rogue, but because she was married. Married to their team leader. That in a sense made her untouchable as well.

"Well….umm…anyway…" Jean had to change the subject. She felt awkward. "Isn't there someone else out there Logan? Someone whose caught your eye?"

He was silent for a moment before he answered. "Yeah, well…. there was this one person but….nah. Long ago I knew that wasn't going to work out. We were better at just being friends."

"Who was she homme?" Asked Remy.

"No one ya'll knew. Just an old friend of mine." Logan sighed. Little did either Jean or Remy know that the person that Logan was referring to was actually someone they both were very close to. Jeans best friend and Remys 'sister'……..Storm.

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Here we are! Chapter two! Yeah! I am so proud of myself! I din't think that I would even get this far. I am sorry if I have any mistakes in grammar. I am not that great of a writer. Anyway...I hope that you all are liking it.

Like I said before, the first few chapters will only focus one Remy, Jean, and Logan. It is very important to the story. The rest of the X-Men will come in later. Like around chapter ten. So please have patience.

Translations:

homme- man

ma belle- my beautiful one

chere- dear

petite small

mes amies-my friends

non- no

moi- me

I hope that I got all the translations correct. If not, please feel free to correct me.