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Chapter 3
He had been worried when she hadn't come out of the locker room right away; he knew he shouldn't have been so bold but he got carried away just by being in close proximity to her. His dream had made his desire for her all that greater but he knew better than that. He knew he needed to take it slower with her but she had actually responded and that had thrown him. She had seemed a bit ashamed of her own actions and he needed to let her know that it was alright; but if she preferred, he would back off a bit. When the other girls started to leave and Scott came out of the control room, Remy decided to make himself scarce. He waited for over an hour and finally crept up to her room in the chance that she had been able to get around him. Kitty had gone to school already and the room was empty, so he decided to wait for her. A moment later, Rogue turned the corner into the girl's wing and stopped short when she saw him. Even clad in a plain long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweat pants, she looked amazing; he was speechless for a moment. That was until he saw the look of dismay in her eyes, and then his only desire was to fix whatever he had done wrong.
"What're y'all doin' up here, swamp rat?" she sighed. "Ya know if yer caught up here, y'll get in trouble."
"I need to talk t' y', chere," he said as she approached. "Dat's all."
"Gambit . . ."
"Please, chere," he took her gloved hand in his, he needed to touch her. "Remy jus' wants t' apologize."
She pulled her hand from his and crossed her arms across her chest. "Ya don't need t' apologize, Ah've already forgotten it."
"But I want t'," he pretended it hadn't hurt when she pulled her hand away.
"Alright, apology accepted," she kept her eyes on the floor and moved past him.
"Wait, Rogue," Remy took both her shoulders in his hands and turned her toward him. "That's not-"
"Don't touch me!" Rogue wrenched free of his grasp with more force than necessary. "Ya can't touch me! No one can!"
"Chere, I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't call me that!" Rogue backed away, hugging herself with her arms. "Y' had yer fun, y' felt up th' Untouchable, now jus' leave me alone!"
Remy winced painfully as she turned and entered the room, slamming her door in his face. He stood there a moment in shock; he was never sure what to expect when it came to Rogue but this was something he had never imagined happening. She thought he was just trying to feel up on her? No, he wanted more than that, didn't he? He stared at the door trying to figure out just what he wanted; yes he wanted her, but it was more than that, he wanted to be with her. He liked being around her, he loved to hear her laugh and her smile could lit up a room faster than one of Jubilee's paffs. He wasn't sure exactly what he felt for her but he knew that it was more than just wanting to sleep with her. He needed to tell her this.
"Rogue," he said to the closed door. "Rogue, let me explain. It's not like dat at all I just-"
"Go away!" Came the muffled response from behind the door.
"Rogue, please."
"Ah said, go away! Y've done enough, why can't ya just leave me alone?!"
Remy continued to stare at the door, not knowing just what to do next. He was in uncharted territory and he wasn't sure how to proceed; he only knew that her refusal of him had hurt. Hurt? She had interpreted his earlier actions all wrong and that hurt as well. He merely wanted to be close to her, damn it! He scowled at the door; is that how she saw him? After all he had done the past few months to show her that she was different from all the other girls he had known? She just assumes that he was trying to get into her pants? Is that all she thinks of him? That he is incapable of anything deeper? How dare she, this little Ice Princess; so intent on keeping her title that if it hadn't been for Scott's interruption, she would have let him fuck her against the wall. She had wanted it just as much as he did and now she was trying to make him out to be some skirt chaser looking to score with the Untouchable? This girl certainly had a high opinion of herself! Let the Virgin Goddess keep her sanctity, it would work no hardship on him.
Muttering a string of French and English curses, Remy stormed off down the hall and made for the front door. He'd show her; there were plenty of women out there who appreciated his charms and attention. He intended to find several before the day was over.
Rogue had waited, biting her lips and burying her face in her pillow to hold back the tide of anguish that threatened to overwhelm her, she would not allow herself to cry until he had gone. Finally she heard him cursing and stomping away; only then did she allow the tears to come. Why had that hurt so much? She had to send him away; she couldn't very well encourage him, this was for his own good. He couldn't get mixed up with her like this, they could never be more than teammates, friends; she could never be anything to anyone. It would only turn out badly. Why did he have to make it so difficult? Why couldn't he just understand and accept it? Did he really think that he was God's gift to women? That she would fall at his feet, another notch on his bedpost, bang, and another one bites the dust? Of all the conceited, arrogant, nerve! She was so angry all of a sudden she could scream! It would be a cold day in hell before she would be another meaningless fling for him! He must have a pretty low opinion of her if he thought she would just lie down and let him have his way with her. She had been distracted by the dream she had that morning, that was the only reason he had gotten as close as he did and he sure as hell wouldn't get that close again, not while she had a breath in her body!
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Too blonde, too heavy, too skinny; Remy was just not having any luck tonight; he couldn't seem to find a girl he was content with. He had been to several bars and clubs but had yet to find one that was worth spending the rest of his night with. Were there no decent girls left in Bayville? Would he have to go to Manhattan to find one that caught his fancy? He glared at his drink as he sat at the bar and tried not to think about Rogue. As he glared, a brunette sidled up to him and made a proposition. He gave her a charming smile although he noted that her eyes were not green enough and after about thirty minutes with her, he followed her back to her place. She was sweet and inviting, although he had already forgotten her name and she wasn't casting any judgments on him. She merely wanted a bit of fun. They were already nearly undressed by the time they made it to her bedroom and he thought he could do it, until he couldn't. He kept seeing her face in his mind's eye, hearing her voice and remembering his dream. Not only his dream but the earlier episode in the Danger Room; he could live on that memory for quite awhile.
He tried once more to push it all away as he kissed the girl, long and hard before he let his hands start to wonder down her form. All of a sudden, a miracle happened; her skin lightened to a beautiful, lily-white, her brown hair lightened to a lovely shade of auburn, complete with a unique, platinum streak, and her hazel eyes darkened to a deep emerald. Then he could no more separate himself from her than cease breathing; he had to touch her, kiss her, love her. He explored each curve and contour of her, memorizing her lines; he had wanted this for so long, he had wanted her for so long: "Rogue, mon chere."
"What did you say?" She pushed him off of her.
It was then that the illusion crashed around him as he saw her transform back into herself, instead of the woman he wanted. He sat up, actually appalled at his own behavior and put his head in his hands.
"I said: Rogue."
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"Rogue!"
She looked upstartled. "What?"
Kitty stood with her hands on her slender hips and frowned at her roommate with tired eyes. "I said I'm going to shut off the lights now."
"Oh," Rogue reluctantly tore herself away from her vigil by her bedroom window. Remy had not come home yet and she didn't care, she really didn't. At least that was what she had to keep repeating to herself. She crawled under the covers as Kitty shut of the lights and the silvery moonlight poured in through the windows. She wouldn't think about what he was doing, or who he was with. Some empty-headed bimbo who put out just so she wouldn't have to go home alone. She lay awake for two hours, waiting and waiting but with each clock tick she was dismayed. Until the clock out in the hall chimed midnight, did she hear the sound she listened for, Remy's motorcycle. He was back and it was only after midnight; her heart soared. He probably just took off to blow off steam, not to pick up some girl. She snuggled down beneath her sheets after she heard the front gates close. Twenty minutes later, she was asleep and never saw the shadow that loomed over her bed for a few moment before heading off to his own room.
(A/N: see what I sacrifice for you all? I haven't slept in over 24hrs and yet I needed to get this next chapter out to you. I have been falling asleep here. So do me a huge favor and review. Did you like it? Could you tell I wrote it in my sleep? Let me know. Just hit that little gray button down there. Goodnight and good luckzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.)
