Chapter 2? Yesh. C:

And yeah... perspective jumping.. heh... heh..

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Chapter 2

Rogue stopped walking suddenly. So suddenly, that Remy almost smacked into her.

"What's that matter cherie?" He asked quietly.

I can do this.. I can do this..

Rogue turned around to face him and she grinned.

Remy couldn't help but wonder what the hell his southern belle was up to. She turned around and grinned at him.

He knew how much she didn't - or said she didn't- want to do the naughty things he suggested constantly. So why does she have the 'I can be naughtier than you' look?

"Remy, I'm startin' to think ya might be right. This wonderin' around stuff is gettin' real boring."

She did her best to sensually cover the 3 ft space separating them. By the look on his face, she was doing it right.

He stared at her as if he knew something was happening… he just didn't know what.

"What? You don't want to no more?" She questioned him as she moved closer. She was now mere inches from him.

She was so glad she had gained control over her powers. SO glad.

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Remy could only stare at Rogue. He wanted to take her up on her offer- God he wanted to.

But he knew it wasn't out of boredom that Rogue would offer herself to him. She had a plan. A damn good one too, his resolve was weakening by the second. The thought just go with it seemed better and better.

"Why, Cherie… what's with the sudden change of heart? Remy was thinkin' you could resist his charms." He whispered. She was close enough to kiss. And that was the problem.

Her eyes glowed a brilliant green in the near dark. He couldn't take his eyes off them. She blinked slowly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, I can. Maybe I'm just tired of it." she put her hands on his chest and he felt her warmth through his shirt.

Remy hadn't been with anyone in months. And he wanted more. He didn't care what she was up to. He needed her. Soon.

He couldn't help but growl when she ran her hands down his chest and stomach. Her eyes widened and sparkled when they got to his abdomen.

"Like what'cha feel, Cherie?" he smirked.

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Rogue knew her expression must have shown how impressed she was. She couldn't help the shock of how toned he was. He had abs. Majorly sculptured abs.

His stomach was flat but muscled at the same time.

It's so perfect… she mused.

"I might." She looked down and could see just how perfect his abs are through his shirt.

She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes and she immediately saw the lust in his eyes. She was getting better at this seducing thing.

She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, using her southern belle accent. "How long has it been?"

He swallowed hard. She smirked against his throat and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing their bodies together.

"I'm thinking weeks. Maybe months…? How is it that the amazing Remy LeBeau hasn't been with a woman in so long?" she drawled it out. She felt him stiffen at her words and knew she hit the jackpot.

"Now how would you know that, Cherie? You been keepin' tabs on me?" he tried to sound like his normal self but there was something off. It was forced. He was too wrapped up in their position to fight back properly. And she knew it.

"Course not, Cajun. I just haven't scented any female scents on you in a long while. A girl tends to notice those things." She said against his neck.

He tilted his neck a little and groaned slightly then he chuckled. She liked the sound of it.

"What girl? All I see and feel is woman. You're no mere girl anymore, Rogue."

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Remy was telling the truth. She wasn't a girl anymore. She was a woman, an amazing one at that.

His heart almost stopped when she looked up at him with a small smile lingering on her lips.

The lips he so desperately needed to touch.

"I guess we'll just see about that." She smiled and pulled his head down to meet hers.

When their lips met he was hesitant. Every other time they had done this she had absorbed him and he passed out. But this time it was different. There was no shock, no pushing and burning into his mind. There was only the soft touch of her lips on his and the caress of her hands on his neck.

God how happy he was that she could control her powers!

The sweetness of their first real kiss was short lived, however, because neither of them wanted sweetness. Remy needed her and he felt her need to explore.

He was, after all, the first guy she had ever truly kissed.