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Chapter 2: Saturday Night's Date Night

"So what did you say you did again?" Rogue asked, making the obligatory small talk that inevitably starts off most dates.

"I'd guess it'd be best described as…property acquisition." Remy could hardly suppress his smirk.

Ah guess that means property development or something.

They were sitting in a cosy French restaurant that had managed to give each of its tables a nice amount of privacy. It was perfect for a date. Remy had of course been the one to choose it. Their table was small so their legs brushed up against one another whenever one of them moved. Neither of them minded.

Rogue was struggling to sustain any convincing attempt at conversation, all her energy was invested in taming her thoughts of the man across from her. Remy was dressed in very expensive looking black suit with a crisp white shirt. The restaurant was warm and he had removed his jacket. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and he had rolled up the sleeves, exposing a length of tanned muscular forearm and a glimpse of toned chest. Rogue was feeling incredibly flushed and it wasn't from the heat of the restaurant. Everything about Remy was intoxicating. He drew you in with his smell, his smile, his eyes…oh those eyes. Rogue was about ready to accept she'd died and gone to heaven any time she looked into them.

Remy was not faring much better on the other side of the table, he just carried it off with more security. He was quite happy just to stare at this amazingly beautiful woman and not even attempt to converse. However, he was fully aware that this would probably be considered odd, and not to mention slightly creepy on the first date. Staring in adoration should usually be reserved for more developed relationships. But Dieu if she wasn't making it hard for him. She sat there in that deceptively demure looking white dress that clung to all the right places. She had removed her cardigan and the soft lighting cast a golden hue across her skin. He wondered what it would be like to touch that skin, caress it with his hands, his mouth, his tongue...it looked so smooth and silky. He tried to concentrate on her face, but that didn't help. Her green eyes burned with intensity and her long thick lashes cast shadows onto her high cheekbones. Any time she spoke his eyes were glued to her mouth. Her lush, cherry-red lips were so inherently suggestive he could barely restrain himself from leaping over the table and taking her there and then on the floor.

Somehow between the two of them they continued a string of inane conversation, neither really caring what they were saying. Both were lost in the other. Neither of them knew what it was, but there was something intense simmering under the surface of their pretence of a conversation.

Remy pulled himself out of his reverie and asked a question that had been puzzling him for sometime. She had mentioned a long term relationship with someone having ended suddenly, not that long ago. He guessed this was the reason for her reservation when they first met.

"If you don' min' me askin' chère, what happened between you an' dis Joseph?"

She stared at him blankly for a few seconds, as if she didn't know who he was talking about.

"Oh," she said giving her head a small shake. "Well we were together for six years, and then we broke up…ah found him screwin' his assistant." She said it matter-of-factly. Strangely enough it didn't hurt her to say it anymore, sitting here across from Remy.

Remy leaned across the table, and holding her hand, looked straight into her eyes.

"Den de homme's a fool chère. Any man worthy of you wouldn' even look at anot'er femme, let alone touch one." And with her it wasn't just another line, designed to get her into his bed. He was saying it to reassure her, to make her feel better, to tell her she deserved better than that, to tell her that he wouldn't treat her that way.

His eyes burned with a ferocious intensity, almost glowing a dull red in the light, as he gazed into her wide green orbs. He hadn't let go of her hand. Suddenly he felt her squeeze his hand with her own. She ran her thumb over the back of his hand and looked up into his eyes, her lids heavy with lust.

"Wanna get out a here, sugah?"

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What was she doing? In the rare moments of clarity her brain was allowing her right now, this was the question she was asking herself. She was not the kind of girl to have sex on the first date. Yet here they were in his apartment going at each other like lust fuelled teenagers. But with Remy it felt like so much more than a first date, like he'd known her for years. It didn't take Remy long to drive all coherent thoughts from her head.

"Remy…" she moaned softly.

He was kissing a line down her neck and along her collarbone, as his hands caressed her bare shoulders. Her hands were tangled in his auburn hair. He smiled into her luxuriant skin as she moaned his name. He looked up to see her with her eyes closed and her head inclined back. He raised his head and ran his tongue softly over her full lips. She opened her eyes and they shared a brief moment of mutual desire before his mouth descended on hers.

Their kiss was hard and passionate as their tongues tangled together. When they broke for breath they were both panting hard with desire. She slid her hands from his face, down his neck to caress his chest. Slowly, almost painfully so, she began to undo each button, savouring the exposure each one granted. She ran her hands back up his smoothly muscled chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

He kissed her again, more tenderly this time, as she placed her palms on his chest. He found the zip at the back of her dress, and slowly pulled it down. He felt her smile against his mouth as her dress fell away and pooled around her feet. She stretched her arms up around his neck, pulling their bodies closer together.

He ran his hands down her back, feeling the silkiness of her skin beneath his fingers. He stopped at her waist, resting his hands on her hips. He couldn't help it. He had to see what she looked like. He pushed away gently, creating enough space between them for him to look over her body. She had full breasts which lead down into a small waist, curving gracefully out with her hips.

She smirked at him. "Take a picture if ya want. It'll last longer." She drawled.

"You know chère I might jus' take you up on dat offer un jour."

She squealed as he pulled her back to him. They resumed with reinvigorated passion, and there was soon a trail of clothing and underwear leading to the bed, on which they were now entangled.

Moans seemed to be coming from each of them alternately. It was as if their bodies were made for each other, each knowing exactly what to do to elicit cries of pleasure from the other. It wasn't long before Rogue was writhing in ecstasy, gasping Remy's name in the throes of passion. She was having much the same effect on Remy himself.

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Much later Rogue lay curled up against Remy's chest, with his arms wrapped around her. She was idly tracing patterns on his tanned skin. He was slowly running his fingers up and down her spine.

"Dieu chère I t'ink we might have un problème ici." He murmered.

"What?" she looked up in slight alarm.

"Jus' don' t'ink I'm ever gonna be able to let you go after dat."

She smiled at him, "well Ah ain't gonna fight ya."

She leant in to give him a deep kiss.

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