Disclamer: I do not own Rogue or Remy or any of the other Marvel characters

A/N – Yay! Got my internet back:):):) Anyway, instead of one long chapter (that would probably take me some time considering that I'm writing the last chapter of Truly Madly Deeply at about the same time), I decided to write a few shorter chapters and update more frequently. Every day if possible. I won't make any promises, but I hope I'll finish this one by the end of this week and post chapter 15 of Truly Madly Deeply than too. Hope being the key word…:)

CHAPTER 1

Moonlight falls upon your perfect skin…

April, seven months earlier; Paris, France

A somewhat chilly night in early April. Paris, the city of love. A beautiful, starry night, simply perfect for a newlywed couple. They walk hand in hand, tall young man bumping playfully into his beautiful companion, they both laughing, their cheeks slightly blushed from the coldish wind ruffling their hair. He is tall and handsome, bushy brown hair tied up in a short pony-tail, shining slightly auburn in the dim light of street lamps. His clothes are formal, yet appropriate to his age. His smile is broad and charming. His unique eyes gazing lovingly at the woman by his side. She is a vision of beauty. Tall and well-built, she is fashionably dressed. Her curly auburn hair slightly frizzy from the cool night air. Her laugh is music to his ears.

"Ya know, Rems, Ah always thought goin' ta Paris foh a honeymoon was so clichéd. Ah nevah knew Ah'd have so much fun!" she clung to his arm and looked up at him

"Dat jus' proves de fact dat y'should listen t'moi more often, chere." Remy stopped by a nearby lamp and spun around to look at his wife's face

"Don't get to excited 'bout it, swamp rat. Just because ya planed this trip good, doesn't mean ya get yoahself any bonuses." Rogue lifted up her emerald gaze and looked at him mischievously. She looked down again and continued in a lower voice so he had to lean in closer to hear her. "Still, up until now, Ah nevah realized why they called Paris the city of love."

"Y' didn't, chere? Wonder why's dat…" he whispered, his lips touching her face as they formed the words, the tickling of his breath making her giggle. She already had a remark ready, but he stopped her the second she lifted her head a bit by a passionate kiss. She just smiled against his lips and curled her arms up around his neck.

She broke the kiss after a while, when she couldn't breathe anymore. They laughed again, gasping for air violently. Than there was an idyllic moment of just resting in each others arms and gazing at each others eyes.

"Ah wish we didn't hafta leave so soon." Rogue sighed suddenly "These days have been just so…dream-come-true. Lahke a fairy tale when the princess and her prince live happily ever after, ya know?"

"Since I met you, chere, every day was a dream-come-true t'moi."

When he said things like that, it simply melted her heart. His charming smile and these kind of sayings could simply sweep her off her feet. Probably any other girl too. She smiled again and rested her head on to his chest.

"It's just that I know that when we get back ta New York, we won't be able ta spend this much time together."

He tilted her head up and smiled at her.

"Look up, chere."

She gazed at him puzzled.

"De sky. Look up at de sky." He explained and they both raised their eyes up at the dark blue surface, stars shining like millions of diamonds on a velvet dress of night.

"Y'see de stars?"

She nodded

"When we're not together, jus' look up at de stars an' picture dem as all de kisses I want t' give t' you."

Yet another heart melting sentence. She wondered where did he get all those lines from. Still, she grinned wider and snuggled closer to him.

"Ya know Rems, Ah could just die, raght here, raght now, that's how happy Ah am. Ah've nevah been happier in mah entire life!"

"Den you would make moi the unhappiest man in the whole wide world, 'cause I can' picture my life without you 'nymore." He whispered gently into her hair

"Ah was speaking metaphorically." She pretended to be irritated

"I love it when y'pretend t'be smart chere." He laughed and kissed her quickly again before she could say anything in return

" 's not fair. Ya nevah let me be mad at ya. You know Ah cain't push ya away when ya kiss me." She pouted a bit, pursing her lips and turning away from him, pretending to be insulted. He spun her around again and kissed the tip of her nose gently.

"Life's not fair, cherie."

She couldn't even pretend to be angry anymore. She just drowned in his warm embrace, whispering her fears through his hair, hoping for some words of comfort.

"Ah want us to be lahke this fohevah. Ah don't want us ta turn into some bitter old couple and end up hating each other and the rest of the world and die sad and miserable."

"It won' be that way, Rogue. I promise. Trust me …" he tangled his fingers into her hair and whispered some more soothing words in French.

"Only you?" she lifted her glittering green eyes up to look at him again, repeating their old vow.

"Only you, mon amour." He whispered before kissing her again.

Empty streets of Paris at night truly looked amazing. Street lamps casting dim light on the couple standing alone under one of them, completely unaware of the dark clouds blocking the view on the stars in the horizon. It was their honeymoon after all. Paris is the city of love after all.

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