Hey all!

Let's just do teh reviews, huh? I'm feeling better, and here's what I have to show for it!

Seven-I was wondering how that would go over. I'm glad someone sees the sense in it. Telepathy has been used for voyeurism before, but always by the prof. At least in my fics. And as for Scott. . .*evil giggle* You'll see about him later. Seven, how do you manage to be so on track? All I'm going to say, just to keep a bit of vagueness. But I'm kinda glad you're begining to figure me out. Indecently innocent? Ooh! I like that. I may use that. AS for my fingers, they'd be happy if I let my pride go and wear gloves when it's damn freezing.

Shadowcat212-The forces of evil found their way here. They're now missing quite a bit of money. Teach them to play me at Blackjack. They know me too. I'm disappointed in them. Glad you're anxious and feeling the frustration, beb.

Pizzaisgoodpizzaisgreat-Cool name! I'm glad you enjoy this. Monty Python is awesome. I think Amara's just desperate for action and John's happy to oblige.

Snow queen 2-Thanks!

The tiny one-Don't feel bad. SoUS is a french thingy, apparently. I just found that out a few days ago. Monty Python and the Holy Grail is such and awesome movie. Seeing it in a theater would rock hardcore. No, Rogue still has no control over her powers. She was just enjoying the things you can do with your hands (covered in gloves, of course). Jamie'll get over it, he's a strong boy.

Ish-Glad you liked the bunny thing. It was the only analogy that would come to my nyquil gummed brain. I'm glad you feel loved. You're influencing me? That explains a lot Ish. I saw Bunny on Crack somewhere else too. You can't charge me roylaties! I'll have to stop writing the SoUS to pay them! I'll have to get a harem of dead men (fourty four oughta do it. . .)! Glad you approve of the chapter. I strive to make you happy. Take all the pills? Including the little rat poison pellets? *grin* thanks for your concern Ish.

Caliente-No, Rogue and Remy haven't had sex yet. John is bi, and very crazy. I'm glad you like the series beb. And yes, Ish ahs been influencing me. Run now, hide the children, and don't let me into the morgues.

Happy whatever winter holiday you celebrate, unless you're a Jehova's Witness, and unhappy and sober christmas greetings to you.

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"Well, that was fun." Rogue said, smling evilly at the door. "If we hurry up we might be able ta catch Tim the Enchantah. We both need ta cool down a bit"

Rogue got up off of her bed and went toward the door. Remy grabbed her wrist before se got too far, pulling im back to him.

"I can' go out dere. Ev'r'body in a ten mile radius knows I'm in y' room now. If I leave like dis," Remy made a vague motion downward, "I'll never hear de end of it."

Rogue looked Remy over, realizing what situation had arrisen (ba dum sss) during their ploy. She giggled a little.

"Not funny from were I'm sittin'.' Remy pouted.

Rogue took pity on him and sat down almost on top of him, putting er hand on his thigh.

"Ya not Tim the Encantah, but Ah'm sure you'll be equally amusin'." Rogue anounced.

Now, this marks one of the few incidences where Rogue's thouughts were dirtier than those of her boyfriend.

Remy watched her face, making a conscious effort to forget his lower body. The look on her face was a bit cautiousness, and a good amount of anticipation. Remy leaned in to kiss Rogue, just as her hand went for the zipper on his jeans.

Remy understood what had been going on then, and laughed a little, while he pushed Rogue's hand away from him.

"No. It's okay. I'll live. Let's jes' go back t' kissing. Not quite sure I trust m'self dat far yet. Beside, I di'n't get t' finish what I started with you, thanks to Scott. Dis is more fair."

Rgue gave Remy an impressed look, before reacing into her pocket for a silk hankerchief she had taken to carrying around with her all the time since the trip to Europe.

"Ya just gave a up a hand job so we could go back ta almost makin' out. That's surprisin'ly mature."

"T'anks." Remy said sarcastically. Then he grinned at Rogue, taking the hankerchief from her. "Best if we left stuff like dat 'til we c'n do it right. Until den, 'm teachin' y' t' kiss."

Rogue raised her eyebrows, taking the hankerchief back from Remy. "Teachin'? What have Ah got ta learn?"

To illustrate her point, Rogue put the hankerchief over Remy's mouth and kissed him fully. He put his hands on her sides. Rogue grabbed Remy's head, working her figers into his hair. Then she pulled his head back and kissed his neck. Remy made a surprised noise that was soon followed by another wen Rogue began to gently bite his neck. This wasn't helping Remy's erection to go away, but he didn't really care at the moment.

Rogue continued working her way down his body, abandoning the hankerchief when she got to his shirt. Something about watching the now purple stianed piece of silk fly past brought Remy back into himself. Which presented his earlier problem in a more urgent light.

Remy had a quick descision to make. The men's dorms were on the other side of the house. The bathroom in the women's dorm was stricktly off limits to men. Remy made the only decision that his hormone wracked brain could come to.

Remy jumped off the bed and gently pushed Rogue away from him before rushing out of the room. Rogue lay stunned on the bed for a little while before realizing what had just happened.

Remy burst into the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. With very little hesitation, her set the very cold bag of gel stuff on his action starved gonads.

This is how Ororo found him two seconds later. Her teacher's insticts had told her that there was something against the rules happening, and she had to investigate.

Remy looked up at Ororo watching him ice his penis. It had to be the most humiliating experince of his life. But it was a cumulative humiliation. Normally an asinine comment would have been easy. Of course, usually he wasn't in the kitchen trying to get rid of an erection with ice either.

"I assume this is connected to your involvment with Rogue?" Ororo said, motioning toward Remy's now chilly gonads.

Remy couldn't do anything but nod, wishing he could melt into the floor.

"I thought so. Your reaction to your relationship with Rogue concerns me. I am afraid you will try something foolish."

Remy groaned, wishing he had just tried for the men's toilet.

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Rogue was laying on her bed, almost in the position Remy had thrown hher. She was contemplating getting a certain birthday present from Tabitha and replaying earlier events in her imagination with lots of creative editing toward the end.

Kitty phased through the door, a small frown marring her features. Jean had told Kitty about the incident earlier, before going to her room to cringe and try forget Rogue's throaty. "oh, God, more!" So the sight of Rogue, abandoned, semi-depressed, and horny didn't surprise the perturbed teen bopper in the least.

"Hey Rogue. Remy leave?" You had to make sure to ask. Once Kitty had just assumed Remy was gone. The mistake was never repeated.

"Yeah. What's up?" Rogue saked, noticing Kitty looked unhappy. Rogue knew what she was getting into, asking Kitty what was wrong, but someone else's problme would help her forget her own frustration, and the fact that she'd worn out the rechargeable batteries on her vibrator and had to wait four more hours before she could relieve herself of a little bit of her 'stress'.

"I totally need a date for thhe Spring Dance next week, but Lance is still a hood, and the only other guy who isn't taken or way too young is St. John, and he'd most likely dump me for the first girl he sees wearing a shorter skirt."

"Or the first guy in a tightah shirt." Rogue couldn't help but add. Kitty nodded, frowing deeper.

"Stupid bisexual. Hasn't got the balls to pick a gender he likes and stick with it. _No_. He has to hit on everybody." Kitty vented, before floppig down on her bed, pouting.

"Feel bettah?" Rogue asked. It was fun to see Kitty rant. The girl didn't do it enough to be a good ranter, but she had her moments.

"Like, no, I'm still guyless. God, any guy will do!"

Rogue looked at Kitty, obviously about to say 'Jamie'.

"Any guy older than Bobby." Kitty amended.

Rogue got to her feet and stretched. She then went to the floor in front of the window, where one of the boards always creaked. Rogue knelt down and pulled up a small portion of the floor, pulling out a very full manila envelope and putting the boards back again.

Rogue walked over to Kitty and tossed the envelope onto her lap.

"Inside we have fo' profiles. Petah Rasputin, aka Collosus, aka cute butt," Rogue gave Kitty a wicked grin after the last alias, making Kitty blush.

"Also, Lance, Pete Wisdom, an' Kurt."

Kitty looked through the profiles while ROgue ticked them off. She stopped on Wisdom's file.

"Pete Wisdom? Where'd he come from?"

"Rahne's boy, Doug, told us about him. Ah didn't wanna put him on the list, but the othahs wouldn't leave me alone until Ah agreed to it."

Kitty skimmed his profile. "Why?" She turned the page to a short bio, written by Doug, of Pete's better qualities.

"He drinks, smokes, has a shady past, hell, the man even wears a trenchcoat."

Kitty understood immediatly. "Oh, does Remy have any pseudonyms?"

"Ah don't think so. This guy has brown eyes."

Kitty giggled a bit, acknowledging Rogue's teasing. There weren't very many inside jokes the two shared, but the ones they had were used over and over again.

Kitty flipped throug te biographies thoughtfully, eyeing all the pictures. "What's up with all the bad boys?"

"The othah girls, minus Jean, think you an' Ah eed. . .how did Tabitha put it? Oh yeah. 'Ta be fucked so bad we've crossed ovah to te othah side of virginity ta the opposite of sex.'"

"How does that work out?" Kitty asked.

"Ah have no idea. Ah ust chalked it up ta Tabitha bein' weird an' shook mah head."

Kitty nodded, not quite sure she wanted to hear anything else discussed at the 'Kitty must get laid' meeting. "Doesn't Kurt have a girlfriend?"

"Anothah of Tabita's quotes. 'Sure he's taken, but Kitty's parents aren't nazis, ba dum sss.'" Rogue said, completely dead pan. Kitty rolled her eyes. "Mah reaction exactly. Even Amara thought Tabitha had gone too far. An' Amara's nevah thought Tabitha's gone too far."

Kitty continued flipping silently through teh pictures.

"If Ah give ya my opinion, will ya do me a favor?"

Kitty looked up. "That depends. What kind of favor?"

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Remy sighed for the fifth time. He had forgotten a very big truth. Ororo's 'are you sure what you're doing is what you want' speech was the fastest way to cure a hard on this side of hihs right hand. [Next time I get too excited I'll jes' start recitin' de damn t'ing.]

"Remy, I know that you and Rogue have feelings for each other, but Rogue seems to be a little sadistic, and you seem to be a little too eager to please. Rogue may hurt you, and you may not stop her until permanent damage has been done."

Remy rolled his eyes and sighed again. [Two minutes go _I_ was dion' somethin' stupid t' get hurt. Though, I guess bondage wit' Rogue would count in bot' catergories. Rogue in a PVC catsuit. Rogue wit' a whip. Mmmmmm. Wait, ain't dat whhat 'm here f'r in de firs' place? Focus.]

Kitty saw wat was going on and silently congratulaed her room mate ona good guess. then Kitty got a good running start adn pounced on Remy, pahsing them both through the kitchen floor.

"And. . .that was unexpected." Ororo said, quickly getting over te shock of wat had just hhappened. "Ah well. He could probably give me that speach now." Ororo shook her head and went to go prune the roses she'd noticed were gettign too over grown during her morning fly.

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I'm not sure if Remy's method for getting rid of an erection would work. I've never had a hard on (though I do get e-mials offereing to enlarge my penis *shakes head*). But cold makes the male gonads shrink , and they get bigger when men are aroused, so I figured the two would cancel each other out. Either that, or the ice would work like the standard cold shower, only more localized. And beside, there's very little that's sex about having a cold penis, I'm sure.

As far as I acn see it doesn't matter who you are, if you can't believe there's something worth REVIEWing for. . .

Peace and Love,

Panther Nesmith