The motorcycle pulled to a stop just outside the mansion. Looking up at the large house, the brunet felt his fingers twitch eagerly. No doubt this place was loaded to the brim with valuable objects, but he couldn't steal them if he planned to stay here for a while. Remy LeBeau was many things, but he wasn't stupid. He knew even someone as seemingly good as Professor Xavier would have a problem with the mutant he took in robbing him blind.
Besides, he'd come here for a new start. Life in the Thieves Guild was good, but Remy desperately wanted away from all the drama. His unwanted engagement to the beautiful but clingy Belladonna only aided Remy's plans to escape. If the assassin heiress ever found out where he was, Remy knew he'd have no choice but to marry her.
The mere thought of the M-word sent shivers down Remy's spine. As a player, he never cared much for commitment. That's not to say he had a problem with men who did marry, nor was he against the idea of falling in love, it simply wasn't for him. Simple as that.
"Well, Remy t'ink it be time t' meet da locals," he muttered. Kicking down the kickstand of his bike, he hopped off expertly, pouting briefly because no beautiful women had been around to see his "impressive" stunt.
The mansion loomed ahead, and Remy figured it would have frightened a lesser mutant. However, due to his family's occupation, they lived in a house almost as big, though not quite, as the school before him. He only felt eager to see what kind of beautiful women the professor had as residents here, especially if the rest were half as beautiful as that ebony-skinned woman who'd been with Xavier during his recruitment.
Just as he reached the last step, the doors swung open. Remy stepped back as a white-haired man stepped out, shooting him a passing glare before hurrying down the steps and out of sight. Remy blinked in confusion, baffled that he was already getting sour looks when he hadn't even started working his charm on the ladies yet. Oh well, he thought with a smirk, the poor guy probably already realized what would happen once Remy became a student. Maybe he was psychic.
"Don't mind him, sugah," said a beautiful southern voice. Remy turned quickly to see a gorgeous auburn-haired woman with white streaks and emerald eyes. "Joseph's just havin' a bad day."
Rogue chuckled and eyed the newcomer intrigued. She had to admit, he had the looks and no doubt he knew it, if the smug expression on his face was anything to go by. A player if ever she saw one; this could be fun, she decided with her own smug smirk.
"Bad day, eh? Remy hope y' no' havin' a bad day too, chere."
"'Fraid not, sugah, but you'll be th' first Ah tell if Ah do." Rogue winked at the smirking Cajun, gesturing for him to enter. Remy followed her inside, thinking, as he eyed her backside discreetly, he had made the right decision in coming here.
"Remy likin' dis school more an' more."
Rogue only chuckled in response, silently wishing she could say the same.
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Emma's prediction of Rogue taking to Remy proved more accurate than expected. By the time the two southerners had made it upstairs to look at the bedrooms, they had already established a tight bond and nicknames – pet names, Remy insisted, that had a certain bite to them.
"An' this'll be yer room, Swamp Rat," Rogue said, gesturing to the large bedroom.
Remy wiggled his brows in Rogue's direction, taking for granted that the girl hadn't freaked out over his eyes. True, women fell into bed with him regardless, but usually they refused to stand less than four feet from him outside of a bedroom. Rogue seemed to have no problem with his eyes, she even appeared slightly fascinated by them, if the intrigued glint in her own emerald orbs was any indication. She made no move to question him about the ruby red on black, however, and Remy felt grateful for the reprieve.
"When Remy get t' see your room, chere?"
Rogue rolled her eyes good-naturedly and huffed in mock-anger. "Ah told ya already, Swampy, Ah'm a taken gal."
"Dat never stopped Remy bef'r," he stated proudly. Rogue actually laughed this time, ruining her angry stance.
"Ah don't doubt that, sugah," she said, patting him on the shoulder. Remy pouted, not that he'd ever admit to pouting, at the lack of attention. He had to admit though, he rather liked the fact Rogue wasn't immediately falling at his feet. It was a nice change of pace for the playboy.
"So...?"
"So what?"
"Y' gon' show Remy y' room o' wha'?"
Rogue chuckled at his seemingly innocent, if one could lok innocent while attempting to worm his way into a woman's bed, expression.
"Yo' incorrigable, Swamp Rat, ya know that?"
"Remy been tol'," Remy said with a smile. "So, got any good food 'round here?"
Rogue grimaced at the thought of northern food. Not to say good cooks didn't exist around here, it was just that the north tended to use less spice, which made the food bland in her opinion. Of course, the few times she cooked anything – anything that she knew for sure wouldn't involve a huge fire and the complete and utter destruction of the mansion – nobody could eat more than a bite, save a select few who could handle spice.
"If y' go fer th' bland taste, yeah," she said disappointedly. Remy also looked disappointed but perked up immediately.
"Well, lucky f'r you, chere, Remy known f'r his great cookin' skills. Remy hope dere be spices 'round here?"
Eyes alight at the prospect of food, good food too, Rogue wrapped an arm over Remy's shoulders and led him out of the room.
"Ya know, sugah, Ah knew Ah liked ya!"
She didn't even protest when he wrapped an arm around her waist.
