Author's Notes: Bwahahah! I did it! I managed to finish this in time to get it up today. :D Happiness is getting this chapter written and getting it up for you guys to read. That being said, I hope to have Chapter 5 ready in time next week as well. I promise to try really hard to do so. Work has been interesting, and though I don't have time to write during the day like with my other temp job; I do get home much earlier then I did last month (Normal 9-5 is great).

Again I'd like to thank everyone who read/reviewed/added to their favourites.

And now to a new chapter; no Remy this time around; but the girls to get to have some fun.

Chapter 4: Girl Talk

Both girls had been wondering around for a little bit before decided that since Rogue had yet to eat anything that they should stop for breakfast. They ended up at Le Café du Monde on Decatur; one of the stops on Rogue's list of things to do while she was visiting the town.

Like always the place was packed, but once the waiter saw Mercy he quickly located them a table.

"Do you always get this kind of service?" she asked as they waited for their order of beignets and coffee.

Mercy just shrugged. "It's a perk of being connected with the LeBeau family. It's not everywhere, mais I won't lie, I use the influence when I can."

The waiter returned almost immediately with a plate of the still hot pastries, pilled high with powdered sugar, and two cups of café au lait.

"Remy gets the same treatment, in a lot more places."

"For probably entirely different reasons in certain cases I'm sure." Rogue replied knowingly brushing her fingers across her lips to remove some of the sugar that came off of her beignet. The image of the waitress flirting with him from the previous night came to mind.

Mercy just smiled. "Yeah. Remy has always had a way with the ladies. Gets him in trouble sometimes."

"I believe that." Rogue relied with a snort.

"Tu sais, Remy talks about you often." Mercy said taking a sip of her coffee.

Rogue didn't really know what to make of that. Truth-be-told she didn't really know the man, the real man, the voice in her head though probably did give good enough indication. He was a charmer and a rogue himself, and had a way with the ladies. Other then the time they had spent together last year they had once met in combat where he had nearly blown off her hand with a card, and the other merely in passing. Though she had herd from the others that he had gone to help look for her when she was under Mesmero's power.

Apparently after Apocalypse had knocked everyone out, he was one of the first to wake up and had come to check on her and Logan down in the burial chamber Kitty had said. Genuine concern maybe? The version of him in head said it was.

"'kay." Rogue drawled, not sure where this was going, not sure she wanted to know where this was going.

"I think he likes you." Mercy said bluntly. "And I think you like him too."

Rogue nearly chocked on a mouthful of coffee. She took a moment to collect herself before turning back to the petite blond in front of her.

"You do realize I have him in my head, and know full well that he's a ladies man." She said avoiding the part about her liking him.

"Ladies man yes." Mercy said with a wave. "Sleeps with a lot of women, definitely. Mais, talks about them, non. Remy doesn't talk about the women he goes out with. In my mind, that makes you special hon."

Looking off to the side and staring out into space she replied in a somewhat dejected tone. "I highly doubt it."

"Cynical much?" Mercy said. "Is it had to believe that someone is taking an interest in you?

Rogue looked out of the corner of her eye at the other woman. "With my powers, yes. There was only one guy who ever took an interest in me. Cody landed in a comma because of my powers. Now the only time people take an interest in me is for my powers, and how they can use them to there advantage. And I hate to say this, but Remy is a perfect example of this. He used my powers to get information on where the Rippers where keeping Jean-Luc." She drew a design on the table with her gloved finger. "I understand why he did it, and I forgave him about it before I left last time."

There was a silence between them for a bit. They each finished a beignet before Mercy spoke again. "I'm sorry."

Rogue lifted her head to look at the other woman. "For what?"

"For Remy being such an idiot."

Rogue laughed at the dejected reaction his psych had to that statement.

"He feels hurt by your statement." She said pointing to her head. "But he also agrees, he was being an idiot."

"That being said, I still think you like him too. You wouldn't have been making out if you didn't; being able to touch or not." Mercy said with a shrewd smile. "That and I can see it in your face hon. It doesn't happen that often, and it's gone almost as soon as it's there, mais you get this slightly distant look in your eyes when you think of him. Ah don't deny it. Part of my job is to read people."

Rogue stared at Mercy before letting her breath out in a huff.

"To quote Shakespeare; I would not deny you, but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion."

Mercy giggled and clapped her hands together. "Yeay! You like Remy and he likes you."

Rogue smiled shaking her head. "Your worse then my friend Kitty."

Mercy just giggled.

"So I have to ask, and I don't mean this in any disrespect. But how much clothing did you bring with you? I only noticed a duffle bag. Please tell me you have some nice clothes in there."

Rogue thought of what she had packed in her bag. "Umm. Two pairs of shorts like this, a pair of jeans, a black peasant skirt and matching top, a black and white sundress with black tights, this t-shirt, and three tank tops; two black and one green. And before you ask, I have these boots and a pair of sandals. That's it; I'm a simple girl." She finished taking a bite of a beignet.

Mercy sat there with a stunned expression on her face. She blinked a few time. "Oh my god! That's it?" The poor girl looked like she was about to pass out. Rogue just gave a non-pulsed smile.

"Hon, how? What did you plan on wearing if you went out someplace special?"

"Mercy this is my vacation to decompress. My plans for the days were to do a bit of the touristy thing or spend them reading in cafes, and my nights, if I decided to go out were most likely to bars or jazz lounges. Not exactly dinner and dancing."

Mercy just waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh hon, I'm taking you out a few nights and we are so going shopping for appropriate clothing." She took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "Now I take it since you just rattled off all the clothing, aside from underwear, that you don't have anything to sleep in. Aside from your tank tops I take it."

Rogue nodded. "As I told Remy last night, I hadn't expected to be sharing a room with anyone. I figured that on this trip I could let loose like I can't back home. I haven't slept in the nude since I was thirteen, so yeah I left my pajamas back home. Although now I think I might need some."

"Come on." Mercy said with an evil smile. "We need to start shopping. And I know the first store we are going to visit."

Ten minutes later they found themselves in front of a lingerie store.

Mercy giggled maniacally. "Welcome to one of my favourite shops."

Rogue stared at the store front with her mouth slightly open. Eventually she started to giggle as well. "Mercy, no. I can't."

"Oh come on; I bet we find something perfect here." Mercy took Rogue by the hand and headed into the store.

Said store was filled with various bits of lingerie, ranging from rather casual to the extremely racy; and there were far more racy items then conservative.

Rogue was busy looking around slightly slack jawed that she didn't notice the sales clerk come up to them till the last second.

"Mercy don't tell me you're here again, you were in her two days ago buying clothing. What is it that you possibly could have forgotten to get that wasn't already on that yard long bill I gave you."

A rail thin Jamaican woman towered over the two girls with a rather humorous expression on her face. She was dressed in a deep pink and purple sarong dress with a simple pair of sandals. Her braided hair complimented her chocolate coloured skin nicely, shots of red permeating the black hair that fell down her back.

"Salut à vous aussi Chantal." Mercy said with a huge smile on her face. She picked up a lacy bra off the table and examined it. "We're not here for me today. Non, in fact we're here to find something from my friend Rogue here."

At that Chantal's entire expression changed, her mood became light and happy.

"Oh well in that case, I suppose we can find something." She turned to get a better look at Rogue. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"I need to get something to sleep in. Apparently, me sleeping in my tank top and underwear is not acceptable."

"Not for Remy's place." Mercy cut in with a mischievous smile.

"Mercy…" Rogue drawled back.

"What? You want to wear something sexy don't you?

"Seriously I was thinking something basic. Just some shorts and a matching sleeping top."

"Not going to happen hon." She shot back as she went to look at some of the clothing in the back."

"Pushy little thing isn't she." Chantal said with a smile.

Rogue nodded. "I'm starting to get that feeling."

"So you're staying with Remy?"

"Yeah… That wasn't my plan when I got off the train." She said looking at vary skimpy negligee on the manikin beside here. Pointing to said manikin she said, "Nothing like that."

Chantal looked at the manikin and proceeded to laugh hysterically. "Oh yeah, no. That's part of the fetish collection we have. Though with your body it would look amazing on you, I doubt that you would want to wear it as regular sleeping attire. Come." She took Rogue by her gloved hand and led her over to the check out counter. "I love your gloves; remind me to give you the address to an amazing store around here that sells all kinds of different gloves."

Rogue just nodded. The woman wasn't even fazed by the fact that she was wearing long opera glove during the middle of the day. Then again it was New Orleans, people probably dressed far weirder then she did.

"Now I now this is going to sound weird but I want you to take everything out of your purse and spread them out on the counter here. I want to get an idea of who you are so that I can better judge what we should look for."

Rogue was sort of stunned for a moment but did so none the less. Out of her messenger bag came her wallet, her iPhone with headphones, a pair of sunglasses, a romance novel, a leather bound journal with pen, a tine of mints, a small bottle of Advil, a hairbrush and hair-tie, a small container of Bath & Body Works Dark Kiss hand cream, and her makeup bag with mascara, eyeliner, compact and a tube of deep red lipstick.

Chantal moved different things around and grouped others together.

"Okay. I think we can find something." She smiled and started to point out different things. "We're going to go dark colours, mainly blacks. To appease Mercy something sexy, but since you want simple we'll make it demure. I'm thinking something retro, even vintage in style. What's your feeling about lace?"

Rogue tugged at the collar of her top to reveal the lace edge of her bra.

Chantal smiled. "Perfect. I think I've narrowed it down to a few options. Come."

She crooked her finger at Rogue as she headed towards the back of the store. When Rogue caught up with her, Chantal had a few nightclothes draped over her arm. "Here we go, these should work."

Mercy chose that moment to return. She held up a rather racy baby doll nightie. "This looks good."

It was sheer and lacy and frilly. Both Rogue and Chantal took one look at it and shook their head. "No."

Mercy looked at the clothing in her hand and shrugged. She placed it down on the table and came to look at the selection that Chantal had.

"Alright I think we have a few to try. Mercy go gather Rogues things on the counter; Rogue, take these into the change room and try them on. I want to see how they look."

Taking the small pile of clothing Rogue stepped into the change room at the back of the store. Once inside she looked at the various pieces that she was to try on.

Stripping of her shirt and her shorts she tried on the first thing her fingers touched. After dressing she stepped put for the others to see.

She turned around in the floor length negligee. It was made of black satin with lace around the waist and the back. It was rather elegant and could double as a gown in certain nightclubs.

"It's nice, I like it, but I don't think I'd like to sleep in underwire." She poked at the aforementioned underwire.

Mercy smiled as she looked at me in the dress. "You sure? Makes your boobs look amazing."

Rogue looked down at her ample chest that had been pushed into place. "Mercy, yes my chest looks great, but it's not practical; especially with this slit up the side." She ran her finger up the slit in the side of the gown; it went up to her waist. "I look like Jessica Rabbit in this thing."

"And how is that a problem?" Mercy said with raised brows. "Besides think of what Remy would say about you in it."

Rogue smiled. "I don't think he'd be saying anything. More like having a heart attack."

"Exactly!"

Chantal just laughed. "Plan on seducing the Rajin' Cajun?"

"Seduce?" Mercy interjected. "The boy is already hook, line and sinker for her."

"Mercy. You're exaggerating." Rogue said blushing with embarrassment. "Besides I'm looking for something to sleep in, not drive Gambit crazy in."

She huffed and relented.

Rogue tried on a few more items including a baby doll and a tank top and short set before reemerging in a lace appliqué satin slip styled nightgown.

Chantal's eyes lit up. "Well now. I think we have found our winner."

Rogue smiled as she ran her hands down the sides of the gown. It fell about her upper thigh and was made of midnight black satin and pale green lace.

Marcy smiled and clapped her hands together. "I think it's perfect."

"So do I. I'll take it."

Chantal nodded smiling. "It looks great on you. Is there anything else you need?"

She pondered a moment. As much as she loved it, she felt rather naked in it; even with her stocking and gloves. "A robe would be good."

Chantal raised her finger and disappeared back into the shop. A minute later she returned with a satin robe on her arm. "The matching robe." She held it out and Rogue slipped it on. She loved it immediately. It came down to about the same length as the gown but it had long sleeves and for Rogue that made the whole thing worth it. She ran her gloves down the arms to the belled out lase sleeves. "I think it's perfect."

"Alright. If you take them off we'll ring them up." Chantal said with a hug smile.

Rogue emerged from the change room with the two articles of clothing.

"So how much is this going to be?" She asked pulling her wallet out of her bag that Mercy had handed back to her.

"Nothing." Mercy said pulling out her credit card and slapping it down on the counter.

"What? Mercy?" Rogue turned to the petite blond. "No you're not buying these for me."

"Ha! Course I am." She answered back. "And through in that first gown as well Chantal."

"Mercy!"

"It's my gift hon."

"What the hell am I going to do with it?"

She smiled evilly. "Drave Remy insane."

Rogue just stared at her as she laughed manically.

After further arguing and Rogue losing said arguments about who was paying for the clothing Chantal handed Rogue the bag with the bill for the three items, and Mercy back her credit card.

"The address for that store I told you about is written on the back." Chantal said pointing it out.

"Thank you Chantal." Rogue said shaking the woman's hand.

"The pleasure was mine. Come back anytime if you want to look around."

"Will do."

The two girls walked back out of the store and started walking down the street in search of the store Chantal had mentioned.

"Mercy you really didn't have to buy these for me."

"Rogue, honey." Mercy said looping her arm with Rogue's. "You're like the little sister I've always wanted and never had."

"How can you say something like that? You've known me for less the a day."

"Instinct." She answered bluntly. "And from how Remy talks about you, I feel like I've known you for a lot longer."

Rogue was stunned and didn't know how to react to a statement like that. Feeling uncomfortable in the situation she reverted back to her original.

"I still don't feel right for you paying for these."

"Rogue there a gift." Mercy said; her smile took on a slightly conniving look. "And seeing as how I consider you my little sister, I have a whole lot of missed birthdays and Christmases to make up for."

At that she ran off ahead laughing.

Rogue ran to catch up laughing herself, all the while thinking that though this day would be a long one, it was going to be fun.

Author's Notes: Hope you liked the chapter; and as a treat I'm going to try and post links to pictures of the clothing Rogue got at the store.

Addendum: Since it's being a pain and not letting me post the links on my profile anymore; for the:
Lace Applique Satin Slip: http: / / www. /images/thumbs/0001397 .jpeg
Satin Robe: http: / /-qoozCvAIft4/TfI5NTB2t0I/AAAAAAAABdM/xKWQZFDLlL8/s1600/la+senza+robe .jpg

Copy and paste into your browser and remove the spaces.

Oh and yes, the things pulled out of her bag are the things I carry around daily in mine. Tip of the week: always have an empty cloth bag stashed in you bag/purse. You never know when you might need one if you decided to pick up a few thins while your out. In my case, vinyl records.

French Translation

Mais – But
Tu sais – you know
Non – no
Salut à vous aussi – Hello to you too