Rogue tapped a random tune on her desk with her pen, sighing she turned and stared at herself in the mirror. 'what am ah doin', knew ah shoulda gone with Kurt and Kitty t' the movies, betta than sittin' here' Rogue frowned and shook her head. 'then again, the' were goin' tah watch bride wars' Rogue grimaced. As much as she loved her best friend and brother, she really didn't share their tastes, especially Kitty's. when Kurt and Kitty went to the movies they would take it in turns to pick the movie and this time it was Kitty's turn. Rogue grinned at the thought of her brother being put through the torture that is the romantic comedy. Well Rogue shrugged at least it was a comedy, so Kurt hopefully wouldn't be to bored. Sighing Rogue stood up and stretched, when a thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Grinning Rogue made her way as quickly and as quietly as possible to the kitchen. Digging through the freezer she quickly found her hidden stash of Ben and Jerry's Neapolitan Dynamite ice cream., she quickly grabbed a spoon from the drawer. Rogue closed her eyes as she savored the smooth creamy taste of the ice-cream.
"Neapolitan Dynamite?" Rogue's eye shot open, at the sound of the sexy Cajun drawl. "Always had ya down as a menthe chocolat sorta girl."
"What the hell are ya doin' here Swamp rat." Rogue demanded as she turned around, to glare at Remy, who was leaning up against the counter, opposite to her.
"Well, Chere, dis is a kitchen, et Remy is sorta hungry." Remy smirked, he had discarded his signature trench coat in favor of a black long sleeve top and jeans, he was also wearing gloves.
"Well, Swamp rat, help yourself." Rogue motioned round the kitchen.
"Non, Chere," Remy detached himself from the counter, stalking his way over to her. "Remy wants ice-cream," he backed her up against the counter, his hands either side of her, blocking her exits. He knew he was pushing it, but he couldn't resist, it was the first time alone with her, besides the time had confronted her in the car park, but that didn't count was it was in public. He looked down at her, noting that she had forgone her usual attire, opting instead for a short sleeve scarlet red top, with long black opera gloves leaving only a fraction of skin between the gloves and the hem of sleeve. She was also wearing a pair of black jeans with rips at the knees, with stripy black and red socks peeking out of the ends of the jeans. He grinned, the top that she wore was form fitting, showing off her amazing physique, much to Remy's joy. He glanced at her face, her eyes were wide and there was a blush to her cheeks. Remy thought she looked beautiful, and gave a silent thank you, that he was able to catch her off guard, as he didn't know how much longer he could stay this close to her, before she regained her senses.
Meanwhile, Rogue, was struggling on remembering to breathe, normally she could control herself in his presence, but he had never got this close before and normally there was someone else in the room. She knew that everyone else was out as it was Friday night, and also that the Professor, Ororo and Hank had gone to Washington D.C, for a conference on mutant rights. So there was no point in praying that someone was about to come in and diffuse the scene. She glanced up at his eyes, they were flickering like burning embers, drawing her in. she was under his spell and she didn't care.
"So Chere," Remy whispered, breaking the silence. "May I share ya ice-cream, s'il vous plait?"
Rogue could only nod, her throat suddenly dry. Remy grinned never taking his eyes off her, his hand reached across towards the tub grabbing the spoon. He smiled at her just before placing the ice cream covered spoon into his mouth, never taking his eyes off her.
"Hmmm . . . . .I see why ya like it, Chere." he grinned, he reached over to the tub and got some more ice cream, offering Rogue it. She stared at him for a moment then took the spoon and ice cream into her mouth. Remy's eyes glowed even more, he had been expecting had to take the spoon with her finger not with her mouth. He was so screwed, especially as she bit her lower lip gently. Yep, he was screwed but he didn't care, as long as she let him in, the way she was now.
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the familiar sound of a cherry red convertible coming up the drive way. Remy swore under his breath, he knew that their moment was broken. Rogue sighed and gently pushed Remy away, turning to grab the tub and placing it back in the freezer.
"Stop starin' at my ass, Swamp rat." Rogue warned her head still in the freezer, grinned she always seem to know when he was staring at her.
"Ya wound me, Chere." Remy placed his heart over his heart, and stumbled back in an over dramatic way, all the while grinning. Rogue stared at him then roll her eyes just as the Kitchen door swung open revealing the institutes golden couple along with Jean-Paul and Jeanne-Marie.
"Hi" Jean greeted smiling at Remy and Rogue. Remy smirked back at her and winked in reply which caused her to blush. Which caused Scott to frown, since joining the X-men one of Remy's new favorite pass times was winding their uptight field commander up. This primarily meant flirting with jean and ignoring his commands during training.
"Yeh all back early." Rogue stated in was only nine and their curfew on Fridays was one.
"Well we went out to that Italian Bistro, you know Taste of Venice. And afterwards we didn't feel like going out anywhere else" Jean explained gracefully moving towards the fridge extracting a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Well Ah still got homework to finish" Rogue moved towards the door, "Bye" She almost ran through the door leaving the others no chance of replying.
"Is she ok?" Scott demanded looking directly at Remy, knowing that Rogues reaction almost certainly had something to do with him.
"How should Remy know whats goin' on in ma Chere's petite head." Remy shrugged. "Your girlfriend is de mind reader." with that Remy also exited the kitchen, he also needed to clear his head and work out a new way of getting into Rogue's comfort zone because after what just happened it was going to be near impossible.
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Rogue leaned on the doors she had just closed, breathing heavily and trying to gather her thoughts about what just happened and what could of happened if the others hadn't of shown up. Rogue stumbled towards the en-suite she needed to cool down and collect her thoughts. Splashing her face with cold water, Rogue then braced her hands on the edge of the sink breathing deeply. Rogue began to process her thoughts. 'its not lahke we did anything' and its not lahke we could. Anyways it probably won't happen again, and we weren't doin' anything' bad. Its not lahke the most gorgeous guy was feedin' meh ice-cream. What am ah doin' it could neva work" Rogue shook her head, allowing her mind to go blank. Staring at herself in the mirror Rogue decided that maybe she would do some homework and that she would come with an excuse to get out of the mansion for the whole of Saturday. As she opened the bathroom door she swore silently, the one person she wanted to avoid was sitting on her chair next to her desk.
"Funny how ah'm pretty sure that ah locked the door." her famous death glare in place.
"Oui, but de patio doors ain't." Remy smirked in reply, "Do ya wanna watch a DVD?" Rogue blinked the question had caught off guard
"Ummm . . . . . .what did ya have in mahnd?" Rogue questioned, recovering. Remy grinned, and pulled out The Craft DVD from god knows where. Rogue eyes widened, how the hell did he know that it was one of her favourite movies.
"Come on Chere ya know dat ya want t'" Remy waved the DVD in front of her, his infamous smirk still in place. "Look I'll sit here, ya can take de bed." he reassured her. Rogue stared at him he had spoke in first person, a sure sign that he was telling the truth.
"Alrahght" she took the DVD from him and went across to the television, her back facing him. "Ya can sit on the bed with meh, but don' get any ideas." she found it easier to say this when she wasn't staring into his hypnotic eyes.
Remy grinned like a kid at Christmas swiftly sitting on the bed making sure there was room for Rogue and that there would still be space between them after she sat down he didn't want to push it. Rogue sat on the bed next to him and grabbed the remote.
"Ya betta not be one of these annoyin' people who got through the film." Rogue warned him.
"Non, Chere Remy be as quiet as a mouse." Remy replied
"Good" Rogue smiled ever so slightly at him before turning her attention to the film. well if ya can' beat them, ya mahght as well join them.