This takes place a bit after when Rogue and Remy are powerless in Valle Soleado and when they are brought back to the team to help Storm. After Remy has gotten his powers back from Sage but before Rogue got her powers back. Loosely follows the story arcs.
I know that this took place a few years back in the X universe... but it's all good fun, and really the way their relationship has gone is so not fun and exciting. Been wanting to write this idea out since the Madripoor saga with Vargas. And I guess you could tie this in to recent story arcs with a good imagination.
Characters are from Marvel's X men and I do not claim any rights to them.
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He smiled at her response, "j'étais avec le coup manqué de vous, chere. But who you callin a swamp rat?" He perplexed his face.
"You... did ya change at all these past couple days?" Rogue questioned in a high voice created by her pinching her nose in play.
"Non, I was t'inkin I'd be home soona den later." He pushed himself up into a seated position, retreating from Rogue's embrace.
She sat up, revealing her nude chest, realizing his pout from denial. She ran her hands up his defined arms, she loved the feeling of his arms, she loved feeling his skin. Loved touching him, it took her into a dream every time. Rogue moved her head forward tilting it to the degree of his jaw and nipped at his skin. "Ah love it when yer dirty," She hissed through her teeth, "Then we don need to worry bout getting filthy."
A husky laugh escaped from the cajun's lips, "Oui... No need to worry."
"How was the mission?" Rogue questioned as her nips reached his shoulders.
"Waste o' time." he whispered as he succumbed to her light bites.
Rogue ended her exploration of his shoulder and shifted her attention to his wrapped arm. She had become used to him coming home bruised and dirtied, but she hadn't seen him with a wound. The wrapping was heavy with gauze and she could smell the peroxide. A bit of the gash revealed itself on the edge of the bandage. There was dried blood and redness peering from the wraps frayed edges. By the length of the dressing down his arm she inferred that the cut was long and deep. The mutant they had gone after had metallic armor on his body she had heard, and knew that he was important in getting to before Erik did. Rogue could only imagine what had cut into her love's muscular arm.
Remy felt her stop as she neared his arm. Screaming in his head he prayed that the conversation about his safety wouldn't start again. He loved the woman, but his pride hated that discussion. As he worried he felt a light pressure against his wrapped arm. Looking down he saw her finish a chaste kiss against the gauze.
"Do ya need any medicine?" she whispered into the arm with closed eyes.
"... non"
"Did Hank get a look at it?"
"... non"
"Does it hurt?" she questioned more as her fingers lightly slid up the gauze. Her eyes quickly glanced towards his scar over his heart. Upon viewing she quickly looked away remembering the agony that was created from that sword. Feeling the bandage under her fingertips was too familiar, her eyes closed as she felt the prick of tears.
Remy didn't dare answer the last question, his shoulders deflated as he let out a gush of air upon watching her glance at the scar on his chest. No matter what happened in the future the past would always be there, and it would always be a shared past.
"May ah see the cut?" her fingers danced along the butterfly fastenings.
With his head low he answered her with a sigh and nod. Her fingers quickly unfastened the clips and wove 'round his arm rolling up the extra fabric as they went. He started to feel the cool air on his skin as the bandage became thinner and thinner.
Rogue hesitated as the last layer revealed his skin. She kept her gasp to herself as she peered at the damage the teen had done to her cajun. The cut, no the gash started just below his shoulder running straight down till the line became jagged past his elbow onto his forearm. The cut was its own map to how the wound was received, she replayed the fight in her arm. Rogue saw Gambit bring his arm up, charged cards in hand ready to throw, but the other was too fast. Or perhaps Gambit was defending himself... that couldn't be. The other must've lashed out catching Gambit in the shoulder, her eyes traced down the cut again. Gambit tried to push the teen away and blast him with his cards but instead the armor pierced into his arm more then moved down it. Her eyes glanced at his other hand's knuckles, they were crusted with scabs. He must've punched the guy to get himself away. His side and back were bruised from the fall after.
Rogue could only imagine what that felt like. Remy was one of the quickest men she had ever sparred with and he had never had to defend himself with punches, because no one ever got close enough. She felt a slight twinge of pain knowing that this possibly was her fault. If she hadn't asked Sage to jump-start his powers then he wouldn't be fighting, or better yet his powers wouldn't be so uncontrollable. Rogue replayed that conversation over and over in her head these past couple months, but she only went to Sage because she truly felt it was what Remy needed.
He watched those green eyes trace the wound back and forth and could tell she was replaying the fight in her mind. He closed his eyes waiting for the interrogation to begin, but dreading it as well. The weight on the bed shifted quickly and he heard Rogue's footsteps run towards the bathroom. Merde. She was upset.
"Chere?" he questioned in a cracking voice. He watched her shadow dance around in the bathroom and listened to the shuffle of her feet. Soon she reappeared with a box in hand. She stopped in the door and smiled before turning the light and walking back towards him.
She knelt back onto the bed and opened the metal box. Tubes, and tools cluttered the inside. Rogue sifted through the materials pulling out multiple items. "Ah need to properly dress ya wound." She smiled, her eyes glistened in the moonlight.
Remy smiled wide and let out a laugh of relief. Never should he have doubted her strength. Leaning forward he snapped on their nightstand light and shifted himself so she could better tend to his arm.
"Who dressed this? Did ya find a kindergardener to do it?" She smiled as she poured antiseptic onto a rag.
The cool liquid stung as she pressed the cotton against the cut, with a laugh he responded "Bobby did."
"Oh so a kindergardener did dress you arm?" She laughed, her laugh was husky with sleep yet to Remy it was enticing. "Ah'm gonna have ta stitch a bit of this up." shuffling through more things one hand reached around Remy offering him the contents in her palm, "These'll help for the infection and pain. Do ya need somethin' before ah poke ya?"
Taking the pills from her he smiled, "Non, poke me all you wan'"
The couple laughed sharing a long moment locked in gaze. Times like this was when he felt so serene, so calm. He knew that she felt the same. So many times they shared beautiful silence along the beach in California, that peace was harder to find at the mansion but felt ten times stronger. Remy felt a sharp pain as Rogue quickly began her work, "Mon dieu, no warning?" Her response was a light chuckle as she concentrated on his arm. Slowly the pain dimished and he allowed himself to wander into their shared memories.
Rogue studied his arm as she sewed. These arms had done so much. They had loved, fought, killed, saved. They were the only things that made her feel safe, when his arms were around her she felt as though nothing was wrong. With a quick clip she studied her work, the stitches were clean and small, easily able to be taken out at a later date. She pulled butterflies over the cut holding it together as she put a pad over the wound. Quickly and quietly she wrapped the gauze back around his arm fastening it back up.
"So now i've 'ad a first grader dress my arm?" He smiled as she looked up at him responding with a light shove and face. Lifting his arm up he inspected his dressing sticking his lip out and nodding in a animated way.
Rogue smile at his charades, "I did what I could, but ya know there's no fixin' this." she said with fun attitude as she waved her hand around his face.
With that last word Remy laughing grabbed Rogue by the shoulders and tossed her onto her back. The air broke up her hair into cascading strands as she moved through space releasing the scent that invigorated him to madness. He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and pulled her up towards his chest. "Oh chere, dere aint not'ing wrong wit my face." He sank into a kiss, "You know I'm parfait."
"Mr. LeBeau, Ah do declare, what modesty you have." she giggled.
"Dat's right. But tis 'ard 'round you." He kissed her cheek, "you are.." his kiss led to her forehead "de most..." her other cheek was touched by his lips, "wonderfully..." his lips led to her nose before hovering over her lips, "odd woman in de world." His lips tickled against hers as she let out a husky laugh.
"Remy!" she squealed lightly tapping the grinning man's cheek.
Remy grabbed her cheek bring her face up his and tightening his grip around her, "Mais vous êtes ma femme bizarre" finishing the statement with a kiss.
Rogue kicked and pushed the sheet down towards their feet exposing their flesh to flesh. He held her against him as he tasted her lips. Moving towards her neck he opened his nose and took a deep breath of her perfume, she smelled sweet with a little taste of sweat, the same as she tasted, it reminded him of summer nights in the south under a magnolia tree. He kissed down her neck as she ran her slender fingers through his hair. It was tangled and her hands would catch on them pulling his hair a bit. Remy inhaled with every pull of his hair, the sharp feelings started to overrun his mind kicking it into it's primal state. He ran his tongue against his teeth before diving into her chest. He tasted the light night sweat that had dewed against her his hands up her torso and into her hair, he grabbed at her locks and slightly pulled at the silky mass. She sucked at the air with each tug his fingers made. Remy's hands continued towards her faced and outlined her nose and jaw. Moving round her face fingers traced her lips, slightly parting them. She licked and suckled at the tips of his fingers which made Remy let out a husky moan. With one hand still getting attention he moved the other down her side grabbing at her green underwear and pulling on the thin fabric. With one smooth motion Remy sat up and slipped her panties off.
He knelt there with her legs wrapped around him and green eye looking up at him. She was the woman of his dreams. Rogue was strong and would fight for her ideals. What was his decision. He swore he'd never get married again, but that was a promise made by an angry youth. Remy now knew his mortality and started to feel it. Why should he be so against making Rogue his, she already was in his mind. Why not get dressed up, everyone loves a party. But if...
"What's wrong sugah? Did I hurt ya arm?"
The sweetness of her question moved his lips to a smile. Glancing at his newly packaged cut he responded, "Noting, you are parfait... jus looking at how beautiful you ah."
What if her powers came back and she still couldn't control them. He didn't want to be apart from her again. He needed her touch now, he was addicted. He knew she had been working with Sage and Emma, who both believed that her inability to control powers where mental, not physical. If that was true than being in a stable environment such as now could help her learn the ability. Maybe she was controlling herself now.
Rogue sat up without Remy noticing. She had become good at reading his emotions by looking, something she had done a lot, "Don think bout that right now love. Just come back down to me." She moved his face towards hers. "I won let anythin happen to ya, I'll know." Nodding she pushed their mouths together and intermingled their tongues, deep in the kiss she moaned, "I jus want ya inside me right now."
They fell onto the bed together Rogue leading Remy underneath her. Her hair cascaded around his face as she knelt over and kissed him. It was long and deep, with their tongues playing. He felt her hand guide him into her, and with every inch she moved down the sensation blossomed and grew, making Remy let out a moan into their kiss. His eyes rolled back as Rogue sat up and broke their kiss. He pushed his head back biting his lip and grabbed her hips as they moved together. Dieu... she was amazing, she moved with him perfectly but with wonderful imperfections. Rogue was the best lover he had had, she was real, they both made mistakes but that was what was so perfect. It was all real.
Rogue rolled her head back and concentrated on Remy below her. She never felt shy or inexperienced around him because she knew he was never like this with anyone else. A smile escaped Rogue's lips as Remy dug his fingers into her hips guiding her speed. Slow and long. Quickly she felt herself moving through the air as Remy grabbed her waist and hips and stood up. Her eyes flashed open with excitement and watched Remy's eyes dart about the dark room looking for the next resting spot. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his ear and neck stopping him in mid step while sending a shiver down his body. Snapping out of the induced coma he swung her around pushing her into the wall. It was cold and hard against her back, but supported her as Remy commenced with the pace she had set. Every so often she would start to slide and Remy would jolt her back up with his solid arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand tightly holding her hip. His arms did wonders, she thought. He nested his face between her shoulder and neck lightly dewing her neck from his heavy, open mouthed breathing.
Slowly they started going faster and harder, she felt his knees starting to weaken under them as his mind went elsewhere. "Remy I wha... want ya on top." She gasped. With a nod of his head, and a bite at her neck he surrendered dropping them onto the carpet.
For a moment they stopped and Remy looked at Rogue, her eyes were heavy and glossed, tiny sweat droplets were starting to appear on her chest and forehead, and she wore a satisfied grin. In the moonlight she sparkled.
"Ro... rogue," he gulped and heavly breathed, "no madder what 'appens you know dat I love you more den anyting... vous êtes ma vie." He looked down at her, his chest taking in as much air as he could.
She smiled at him. "Ya are my life now and foreva."
The response made his smile wide as he bent down towards hers. They kissed and started back to their motions. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips to allow him to be inside her fully. Remy held himself up on his hands and started moving harder, bucking against Rogue's hips. He moved his arms up and held onto her hands interlacing their fingers. Rogue no longer had any thoughts in her mind, her lips parted allowing her to breath more heavily and letting out purrs of delight escape. The kitten noises started pushing Remy towards the edge. He let go of one of her hands and cupped Rogue's face as he bent and kissed her deeply. Coming up for oxygen and hand traced the curve of her chest then found it's way to her hips.
He could feel Rogue tightening up around him pushing him closer, biting his lip he stayed himself from jumping off the cliff and concentrated on Rogue's body. She was breathing heavily letting out whimpers of pleasure, her mind was gone and her eyes fluttered. She squeezed his fingers to blue before she broke the bond and dug her fingers into his back. He felt she was almost there, he collected himself as he pushed on. With a shriek from Rogue her body started to shake her hands clawing at the carpeting beneath her. He held her hip steady as the waves passed through her body. With one thrust Remy let his mind go. He rode in on a wave of heat and emotions collapsing onto the still thoughtless Rogue letting out the air he had been unconsciously holding. Remy wrapped his arms around her thin frame and buried his face into her chest. The air was think with their scents and each deep breath he took caused him to smile. Separating them he rolled onto his back and she nuzzled into his shoulder and chest.
"You good, chere?" he whispered.
She nodded breathing in the smell of his chest, a heavy manly smell, "Ah'm perfect." Remy stretched his arm out grabbing the corner of the sheet that was still half on their bed and pulled in over them. "Ah love you Remy Lebeau." she whispered as they both drifted into their dreams.
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6/14/11 - I redid and rewrote most of this chapter, I hope you guys who had read it before like the changes!