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Domestic Bliss

Chapter 2 - Dodge Charger

I watch as she looks at me all curiously. I know she's trying to hide it, but she can't. Her excitement is shining through her expression easily. I'm not surprised; Rogue loves presents like a fat kid loves birthday cake.

We both know that she's opened all the gifts her friends brought over, and she's appreciated them all. But, like an addict in search of another hit, her eyes, trying to be inconspicuous, slowly slide towards me.

"Remy?" I could wrap myself up in that accent of hers, all honey dipped and southern. The way she says my name, with those little red lips pursing out slightly, gets me every time and I'm reminded of the things I could do to her if our house wasn't full of guests.

"Hmm?" I reply lazily as she approaches me, where I've been leaning against the far wall of the living room, a great spot to watch over her as she sat on the couch opening gifts from her friends.

My arm automatically drops around her shoulder as she sidles up to me, slightly pressing her body into mine so I can feel the curve of her breast again my body.

Don't be fooled by the innocent act, that little vixen knows exactly what she's doing.

"I know yah mentioned yah had a gift for meh too?"

I'm about to tell her that I have no such thing, but she smiles at me looking happy and warm and I know it'll be my undoing.

I outstretch my arm towards the kitchen, "'O course, chere. 'S waitin' fo' yo' in de garage."

Her eyebrows shoot up and I know she's wondering how I got something into the garage without her knowing. I can tell she wants to say something about it, but I just give her a smirk of my own.

The excitement is clearly too much for her, because she quickly turns away from me and rushes towards the garage. I watch the parade follow behind her. Clearly, Kitty, Jubilee, Amara, Kurt, Tabby, and the rest are just as curious.

Pete shrugs in a "what the hell" motion and I gave him a small smile before following the stampede through my kitchen.

I can barley see around the group hovering in my doorframe, but I hear Rogue as she flips on the light and squeals.

Everyone steps further into the garage, including myself, and I watch as she scurries excitedly to the car parked near her workbench.

Her eyes are wide as her head swivels back to me, "Is this-"

I cut her off, "A '68 Dodge Charger? Oui."

She squeals again and moves around to the driver's side, no doubt to pop the hood.

"Like, this is her present?" I watch Kitty pull a face as she looks on skeptically, "Why didn't you just buy her a new car? This one is all dirty and rusty."

That's not all. I'm pretty sure one of the door handles fell off as I had it towed here.

"And," Rogue pulls her head away from what's under the hood with all the happiness of a child on Christmas, "The engine is completely destroyed!"

I can't help but laugh. If she can tell that it's that bad from just a quick glance, then maybe I did better than I thought. "And…" I pause dramatically as its obvious that she's hanging on my words, "All parts are original t' dat piece o' shit."

My statement makes her happy, and she quickly throws her arms around my neck, clearly too happy to even worry about our PDA in front of her family. She kisses me hard on the mouth and I fight to keep my hands safely on her waist.

"It's got a hell o' a lotta rust damage." I whisper in her ear as her body presses against mine.

"Ah know!" She responds, completely gleeful.

"Rogue," Tabby looks at my girlfriend like she's crazy as she separates from me, "I know that rebuilding cars is 'your thing.' But that thing looks like crap."

Rogue shrugs, unfazed, "Not for long!"

I watch as she leads her friend over to the Charger. She's pointing out things and mentioning things and they're responding, but I'm not listening to any of it. All I'm doing is watching her legs in those short denim shorts. Her creamy skin is practically begging me to touch it. She bends ever so slightly at the waist to point at something under the hood, and I can't tear my eyes away from that tight, perky ass.

Again, the things I could do to her if we didn't have her family over.

I start picturing myself taking her, as she's bent over the hood of the Charger in nothing but her cowboy boots and I have to stop myself. My swim trunks are loose, but not loose enough to hide anything more than the semi-hard on that I all ready have.

I hear Kurt say something about the last one in the pool being a rotten egg. He immediately disappears, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and a slightly unpleasant sulfur smell.

I love Rogue, but her family makes me feel old as hell.

Everyone stampedes back to the house, no doubt to get to the back yard, and then to the pool house. Rogue is at the tail end of the line, and I watch, curiously, as she makes it to the door and shuts it.

As she turns to face me, I can't stop the smirk on my face.

I know that look.

That's my favorite look.

I stop worrying about my semi, as I'm pretty sure that's where all my blood is now heading.

She saunters over to me, that little sway in her hips giving away how sexy she really is. I try to tear my eyes from her hips, but I can't seem to get them higher than her breasts.

"Remy," she steps into my body, and those perfect knockers are now pressed against my chest.

"M takin' it dat yo' like de car, hein?" I place my hands on her shoulders, and then move them so I can run them down the side of her soft body, making sure that my thumbs rub the under curve of her tits. All she's got under her thin shirt is her bikini top, and it makes it even easier to feel her curves.

My hands stop when I get to her ass, and I squeeze, loving the feel of every part of her body. Keeping my hands planted where they are on each denim-covered cheek, I pull her body towards mine. I'm sure she all ready knows I'm ready for action, but the caveman in me likes to make her well aware of my erection.

As much as I'd like to bend her over the Charger, my woman gives me that sultry smile and I know that she's in control.

"Ah love the car," she keeps her body pressed against mine, and meets my lips with hers. Her mouth is open and I take the opportunity to rub my tongue against hers before she pulls back. She stops and licks her lips, "And Ah love yah for giving it to me."

Note: there are lots of things I'd like to "give her" right now, specifically anal.

"Mmhm," I hum some kind of acknowledgement as my lips make their way to her neck. Knowing not to suck, as apparently she was embarrassed about marks last time (hickies on her neck bother her, but rope burns around her wrists don't? I will never completely understand this woman), I move my lips to the sensitive spot of her collarbone and nip lightly, enjoying the little whimper she makes immediately in response.

Trust me, I know every sweet spot on her body.

She steps away from my body slightly, and before I can question her, she's grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the car.

Oh great. I'm as hard as a rock, and all she wants to do is show me the car I've all ready seen? Come on.

"Chere," I know there's a slight annoyance in my voice, and maybe it should bother me, but it doesn't. Her family has been here all day, those dumb girls are staying the night for a "slumber party" - whatever the hell that is - and we haven't been alone since last night. The last thing I want to do right now is talk about that car.

I mean, it's not like we haven't had quickies in the garage before. Riding her in the garage is one of my favorite things to do. I appreciate the bit of irony in it. (Same goes for diving into her in the pool.)

I briefly look at her hand holding mine and smile; Such small, but strong, perfect hands.

She's using her opposite hand to open the back passenger door. The car makes an ugly groan as the hinges protest and I think Rogue smiles even bigger.

She pulls me to her body, a cheeky grin on her face, before unwinding our hands. She places both hands on my shoulder to pull herself up a bit, all on the tips of her toes. Helping to compensate for our height difference, I tilt my head downwards.

I'm rewarded with her red lips at my ear. "After yah," her voice is all breathy and when she sighs, I can fell the warm air on my cheek.

What the hell, right? I duck my head down to climb into the back seat of the car and move to the far side of the seat, watching her crawl in after me.

She leaves the door open, but folds her legs under her body and turns, so she's facing me in the opposite seat.

She places a hand on my thigh and pats it once, "Move your leg. Put it across the seat so you're facing me. And take off your shirt."

Mon Dieu, I love it when she gets bossy. And let's be honest, judging by the little lift of her lips and that slight narrowing of her eyes, I have a pretty good idea where this is going.

And I like it.

With one leg stretched out across the back of the seat, and the other bent at the knee and hanging over the seat's edge, my body is completely facing her. I quickly move my hands to the hem if my pink t-shirt and pull it over my head, letting it land somewhere on the floor of the car. I start to say something, but the words die as she wastes no time in moving forward.

Her lips are on mine and they feel blisteringly hot. I feel a hand run down my naked chest. She touches my pectorals, teasingly runs her fingertips over a nipple, before her hand moves lower. It takes less than a second for me to feel her hands at the waistband of my swim trunks. Her kisses get a little sloppy as she starts to untie them. Rogue has never been good at multitasking.

I let out a groan as she gets the lacing undone. The best part about swimwear is that there's nothing underneath, and she quickly works her hand in there to fist it tightly around my hardness. She gives it a few quick tugs, the way I like, and my body responds to the roughness there, making my skin feel hot.

She's got the whole velcro fly of my shorts undone now, and she pulls my erection out, not bothering to push the rest of my trunks aside.

I watch, feeling hot, with precum all ready on the tip of my dick.

"Merde," I hiss out the curse and let my eyes close and head fall back against the car window behind me.

With one quick bob of her head, she takes me in her mouth.

Part of me wants to appreciate that she's aiming to be quick. Typically, she spends a bit more time, but I think we both know we've got a house full of people.

I don't bother to open my eyes, but I hear my breath hiss out between my teeth as my hands make their way to the back of her head. I rest them there, fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth.

I groan as I feel a hand wrap around the base of my shaft. Although we've been working on it, she can only fit about half of me in her mouth before gagging. That's not the hottest thing in the world, but I appreciate my girl's determination.

Her head pulls back slightly and I feel her lick the tip. It causes me to cry out and I momentarily forget that it's the middle of her birthday party.

"Rogue," I complain as my hands on her head are urging that perfectly round mouth back completely around me. I open my eyes to look down, to look back at her.

Tease.

I hear a giggle before her mouth plunges back down on me, her hand wrapping around the base of the shaft and continue the movements that her lips can't reach.

She starts sucking hard and I know I'm not going to last very long. Normally, I would say I'm not so quick, I mean, give me some credit. But watching her breasts in that bikini top has been like a few hours of foreplay.

I thrust my hips up slightly, matching her rhythm as she sucks me harder. I feel her tongue swirl around me and it's my undoing.

"Chere, 'M gonna-" Rogue likes to be warned in advance. After one particularly messy and uncomfortable (for both of us) experience, I've leaned to give her a head's up. Doesn't bother me at all, there's a lot of things I would do to get a blowjob from her.

I hear myself groan and curse and I let my head fall back against the window behind me again as I come into her mouth. The orgasm feels amazing and I feel the high throughout my whole body.

Shit.

I don't move for a minute, feeling the same mix of lethargy and euphoria that I always do after I get off. My limbs feel unsteady, and my heart is still beating too quickly.

I feel a hand on me, and I open my eyes to see Rogue, none too delicately trying to stuff my junk back into my shorts.

"I got it," I wave one of my hands at hers until she removes it and then I get my shorts back on properly, lacing them as well. I knot them at the top.

I watch as She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, then reaches down to grab my shirt. She then wipes her hand on my shirt.

"Really?" I lift an eyebrow incredulously at her and try to sound annoyed. The truth is, I feel way too relaxed to be upset.

She smiled impishly at me, "Didn't yah hear, Cajun?"

Huh? I strain my ears a minute to make sure I didn't miss anything, and to especially make sure we didn't get caught. "Hear what, Chere?"

I watch her breasts through her tight shirt as she shimmies backwards out the door of the car.

"Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!"

I roll my eyes as she quickly heads toward the door, laughing out loud to herself.

"Happy birthday, Rogey! And thanks fo' de blow job!" I call after her playfully, because let's be honest: I am in no mood to hurry after her. I'm taking my time. Hey, I deserve it.

The door to the house closes behind her, and I slowly make my way out of the back seat. I gently close the door to the Charger, because I'm slightly worried it could fall off. This car really isn't in good shape.

Damn, I feel good.

I head into the house, switching off the lights in the garage, and take my time. I'm in no rush.

I cross the kitchen and look through the glass of the back door to see my girl and her friends making a mess of the pool deck. Most of them have jumped into the in-ground pool or are lounging in the chairs around it, but I can see through the pool house windows. Bobby and Kurt appear to being doing something obnoxious, and freezing the half of the pool that's in-doors.

Not that I've made a concentrated effort to make sure the water on either side of the pool is closely temperature controlled or anything.

I let go of the bit of annoyance as I see Rogue walk along the side of the pool, handing out drinks to her friends. She's still got those tiny denim shorts on, but she's removed her shirt, and I get to enjoy the view of her in that little bikini top. There's probably no way that she should be wearing it - her breasts are enormous and those little triangle shaped pieces of fabric cannot be enough to support her - but I look her up and down and enjoy the view anyway.

I grab a bottle of beer out of the fridge before heading outside… On second thought, I grab a second bottle as well. I had the pool put in at the back end of the property about two months after we moved in. I know that Rogue missed the pool she had at her previous home, and I missed lap swimming in place of other cardio workouts. I had the pool house built first, so that the pool could be partially indoors, and the larger side could be outdoors. The pool is large enough that even the indoor side can be used for laps.

Her friends are laughing and taking turns throwing each other in the pool. I turn to head out to the back patio, but I stop by the pool house first to grab a towel.

Rogue is at the bar with Kitty, Jean, and Jubilee. She smiles at me as I pass her, and I pause to lean forward and kiss her temple. I feel her hard grasp my bicep as I do so, and I try to ignore the heat that radiates from it.

I head toward the far end of the patio where Pete is sitting comfortably, sunglasses resting on his face, as he shakes his head at Bobby. Ray is turning between Bobby and Pete, clearly waiting for an answer. I recognize the patient look on his face, and can only guess what those two and Jamie are bugging him with this time.

I take the open seat next to Piotr and had him the second bottle of beer, before twisting off the cap on my own. He nods in thanks and looks happy to have his own distraction.

"Remy," Bobby directly his attention to me before I can barely take my first swig. He has a rueful expression on his face, that he directs towards Pete, before turning back to me with a smirk. "You know women."

His voice is insinuating something, and again, it makes me feel old as hell. Still I nod because, even though he's not asking a question, it's true. "Oui."

"So," his eyes grow at the same time his smile does, "What's the sexiest thing you can think of?"

"Consent." Obviously I don't know where this conversation was headed before I sit down, but the question was a no brainer.

Bobby's grin fades a bit and his eyes look a bit more flat, "That's not what I meant."

"It's de truth," I shrug.

"And I all ready knew that anyway," he mutters, sitting back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

I watch his head turn toward the opposite direction to where my lady is standing with her girlfriends. Jubilee and Kitty are behind the bar, Jean is sitting on one of the bar stools on the side closest to us, a towel around her waist, with Rogue next to her.

Rogue, on the other hand, has lost her shorts at some point, leaving her in that little yellow and green bikini. Her elbows are on the bar, as she leans against it, talking animatedly with the other girls. Slightly bent at the waist so she can lean on the bar, leaves a delicate little dip in her back that makes her ass look great.

I know she got waxed last week, leaving everything smooth, and I enjoy the parts of her not covered by her bikini bottoms. I can easily picture her without the bottoms. My woman has the most perfect wide hips.

I look back at Bobby, his gaze still directed at Rogue, and I'm not sure if I like the way he's looking her up and down. At least Ray has the decency not to look so obvious about it.

"I mean, look at Rogue," he continues, and since I all ready looked at her, I keep my eyes on him and cock an eyebrow, "She keeps it tight."

That she does, but still, "Where's dis goin', Bobby?"

"She's hot, right? I mean, you've gotta appreciate that your girlfriend has a body like that?"

I give a side long glance at Pete, and he shrugs his shoulders as if to tell me, "see what I have to deal with?".

"Bobby," I look over my shoulder one more time, focusing on all the skin my woman is showing.

Damn, she looks good.

I have a brief flash back to the back seat of her new car, but push it aside as I turn back to the three sets of eyes that are focused on me, "Yo don' get it. Rogue? Oui, she is de sexiest ting dis Cajun has ever seen."

But if Bobby thinks that sex appeal is what makes a woman? I shake my head, and continue, "But it's not just her perfect ass or her fantastic breasts dat make her sexy. Believe it or not, most women are mo den just a pair o' boobs. But her 'keepin it tight'? Her body isn't skinny or fat, she's fit. She has muscles. She's strong. And dat's what it sexy. Not dat she has a tiny waist. Strength is what's sexy. Dat fit body o' hers? It tells me she's been working out, dat she's strong, dat she's a kick-ass woman who can handle anyting. Noting is sexier than knowin' yo woman can take care of herself."

I pause and take a long swig from the bottle in my hand, "Noting makes me want her mo', den knowin' I don't have to worry bout her when I'm gone, den knowin' dat whatever happens? She can have my back jus as much as I have hers."

Bobby blinks at me twice, clearly trying to process all that I just told him.

And, of course, Ray takes this moment to speak up. He looks at Bobby, before looking at me with wide eyes, "But, I mean, you'd still prefer to have a girl that looks good naked, right?"

I feel Piotr slap me on the back as he actually stifles a laugh. "You tried, my friend."

"Some help yo are." I give him a flat look before he pats my shoulder and starts walking toward his own girlfriend.

Ray, Bobby, and Jamie, on the other hand, and still staring at me wide-eyed and waiting for an answer.

I roll my eyes, and get up to follow Pete.

I am too old for this.

Oh, Remy! You're so old! Just kidding!

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