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Note: Hi! I wanted to clear up a couple of things before starting the actual chappie, which by the way will be a little bit straight forward... I wondered if I should change this chap a little, leave the straight-forwardness for chap 5, and write a fluffier chap 4. But then I decided to stay stuck to what I had on mind; it's when I change my original ideas that I start to mess fics up. And, I mean, if I wanted to write a fic where they first get to know each other, fall in love and then do it, that's what I'd have written! But no: this is where I wanna go this time. So please, don't get weirded out!

Chapter 4: Closer interactions.

She didn't have to, anyway.

She could easily keep the door locked and go to sleep.

But what did she really want?

She didn't blame him for acting the way he did. After all, he was a man (and a ladies' one) with a girl throwing herself at him; what was he supposed to do? Playing the respectful gentleman? Yeah, right… she had never gone through these things, but she wasn't blind not to see how things work in the world.

And this whole thing wasn't about surrendering to his wishes, but about surrendering to hers. Because all of her life she thought she'd never be in this situation, and now it was literally about to knock on her door. All right, she could even recognize she wanted it, but now: was she willing to do it?

A shiver ran down her back as she glimpsed at her alarm clock for the twentieth time in the last half an hour: 11:40 pm. She stood up (for the tenth time) and stared at her reflection in the mirror; she could almost say her facial expression had changed ever since she gained control.

Taking a closer look at one of her emerald orbits, she smiled, remembering the little… interaction in the kitchen. It had been the continuation of the game she began two days ago. So wicked, but kinda fun; unexpected, but yet so him… and that was weird: she'd seen him only a few times, but he didn't feel like a stranger, and it wasn't just because they made out already; there was something else, some kind of intense, blind wish to be with him.

And Remy could make his puppy dog faces, wink and talk as smoothly as he wanted. But it was her choice.

(…)

Right when the security camera turned to the opposite side of the hallway, Remy hurried his way to the already familiar closed door; it didn't take to be a genius to figure out what everybody else would think about the new guy's visits to the untouchable Rogue's bedroom at midnight, so he had to be cautious. If it was locked, he'd have to stop on his tracks and bounce out of there immediately. But it wasn't.

The camera only got to register the door being closed behind someone's back.

Sure, sneaking in a girl's bedroom wasn't new to him, but it was what he felt when he saw her: she was standing there, arms crossed, hair falling over her shoulders, no make up on, black sweat pants and tank top, staring at him with a mixture in her eyes of God knows how many things. He found her simply and deliciously intriguing, like she didn't belong to this world.

"An' here I was thinkin' y' couldn't look more beautiful" he greeted.

"An' yah couldn't be more of an ass".

"What did I do now?" he threw his hands up in the air in surrender.

"Yah mean, besides almost givin' me away t' Jean an' Scott, an' shamefully blackmailin' me into this?"

Remy advanced a couple of steps, to confirm on her face what her voice had already let him know: she wasn't really upset; instead, there was a playful pout in those full lips of hers.

"Ah, cherie… why don't we forget 'bout the past an' let's just focus on the present, hein?".

She wasn't yet used to be so close to people, so she had to fight that instinctive feeling of running away or covering herself up when he came even closer. He must have had some strange effect on her, she knew it, because every time they were near, he just somehow broke down her barriers.

If there were any barriers left.

Staring at her intensely, he placed his right index finger on her left wrist and then went up her arm in a slow trace, until he reached her shoulder; it was so new to feel this way: caressed and wanted, instead of feared. And once she felt his hand through her hair, holding the back of her neck, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into a burning kiss.

It was too good, too perfect…

Then he put his arms around her waist, and her heart almost stopped when he started to lead her towards the bed. Because, of course she knew that's what was probably coming next, but it's a whole different thing when it's actually happening; it's like this is it.

He never broke apart the kiss, and when she realized, she was already falling backwards on the bedspread, with Remy on top of her.

"Remy…" she managed to pronounce, right when he was sliding down one of the spaghetti straps and kissing her shoulder.

"Oui…?" he mumbled.

"Hey, wait…"

Finally, he met her eyes and realized there was a hint of worry on them:

"Yeah? Tell me, chere" he placed a kiss on her lips. "Y' 'kay?".

Rogue shut her eyes tightly for a couple of seconds; then opened them, bit her lower lip, and spoke:

"Ah know Ah was the one comin' on t' yah, in the first place…" she recognized, and didn't feel as awkward as she thought she would. "But…" not like it was the easiest thing to say, though; anyway, she felt encouraged by the understanding look in his eyes: "Ah've never really done this, Ah mean, Ah'd never even kissed anyone and now we're here and…"

He knew it. He knew that same skin he was caressing now, was untouchable before; how it stopped being so, he had no clue, but he liked so bad the way every inch of her felt so unspoilt.

"I know" he whispered, and no matter how much the womanizer he was tried to shut himself up, he just knew he'd be a bastard if he didn't ask this: "But y' sure 'bout this? 'Cause I am, I swear" he smirked: "But y'?... Just tell me, chere".

She looked at him blankly for a few moments:

"Yeah but…"

"But?"

"Do yah have…? yah know…" She looked at the ceiling: "One of… those things… they… use, yah know?"

Remy stared at her for a couple of seconds and then started to chuckle; but not in a mocking way, he was just amused at the very subtle and sort of shy way she asked this, very differently from the rest of the women he'd been with.

"What y' mean?" he questioned, trying to look serious now.

"Damn it, Swamp Rat! Yah know what Ah mean!" she punched him on the shoulder. "Thanks for makin' it easier".

"Sorry, chere, couldn't help it" he winked. "An' of course I've got those things. Don't worry 'bout it".

All of her previous thoughts and considerations reduced to this moment. But it was like her brain didn't work correctly and she wasn't really herself anymore; all she wanted was to feel him.

So she wrapped her arms around his neck:

"Ah'm sure, then"

"Alright" he said, and she closed her eyes. "Trust me".

(…)

Which one was his breathing and which one was hers? She didn't know anymore, since the both of them were like a single thing now. And his heart, she could hear it, echoing inside her head and making her feel safe somehow. It was this sensation of surrender she didn't know existed, being embraced by him and feeling his hands gently caressing her bare back a few moments, then her head, then her back again.

She didn't want to close her eyes and miss something. It was better to keep record of all of this and not to think about tomorrow; at least not now.

"Chere?" he finally broke the silence: "Y' 'kay?".

Moving slowly, like a cat stretching, she looked up at his face. Then, she nodded and kissed his chest.

He never talked too much after sex; what was the point of it, anyway? He already knew everything he needed to know about the girl. But this time, he didn't know why, but he wanted to find out more, to check if she was really ok, to make her feel right; so he continued:

"What y' thinkin'?"

After a few moments, she spoke:

"Ah'm thinkin'… okay, it's kinda weird."

"Come on, tell me; y' can tell me anythin'".

"Well, Ah was just thinkin' Ah always thought Ah'd be quite embarrassed bein' this… naked. But Ah'm not".

"Well y' shouldn't be" he affirmed, looking down at her body, covered by a sheet. "Y' perfect Rogue, y' know dat?" She smiled a little as he carried on: "How y' feel, den?"

"Ah'm… it's like this isn't so strange t' me; like in another life or world, or whatever, Ah've been through this already an' Ah feel good, an' comfortable. Yah know?" she looked into his eyes, hoping he'd understand it. "Ah'm sorry, Ah know it's pretty stupid…"

"Non, non! It ain't stupid…"

"Ah mean, Ah know yah're used t' gals knowin' exactly what t' do an' what t' say but…"

"Hey, chere, look at me" he cupped her face between his hands: "If I ask y' how y' feel, it's 'cause I care, 'kay? What, y' think I'm a prick?"

"Nah… Actually, more like a cold hearted prick".

"Dieu! Why y' think dat?" Rogue was already giggling at this point; his wounded expression was just too funny. "Non, seriously, cherie: what did I ever possibly do for y' t' think dat?".

"Yah haven't done anythin' yet'" she pointed out. "But it's just evident".

"Ah, oui?!"

"Oui".

Remy narrowed his eyes at her; she wasn't completely wrong, but anyway, he didn't want her to think he was some sort of monster.

"All right, den I guess we should know each other a little more, an' y' would pro'bly change yer mind".

"Or keep it."

"We'll see" he grinned wickedly. "Allons, ask somethin'".

"Like?"

"Anythin' y' wanna know 'bout me".

Rogue moved herself until she ended up lying by his side, their legs still tangled up; they were still very close, but this way she could look into his face all the time and try to figure out if he was telling the truth. Anyway, it was so strange that he was asking her this; she had even got to think for a single second, that straight afterwards they finished, he'd just leave her alone and that was it. Now, that'd have been a real prick.

But he didn't; he was there, playing with her hair and wanting to know about her.

"'kay… how old are yah?"

"How old y' think I am?"

"Didn't Ah ask first, Swamp Rat?"

"Don't y' like t' guess?"

"All right" she sighed and rolled her eyes: "Twenty... seven?"

"Uh, y' almost hit it, cherie. Twenty six, last time I checked".

"An' me? How old yah think Ah am?"

"At least eighteen, I hope."

"Shouldn't yah ask that beforehand?" she giggled.

"Usually oui, but didn't wanna take the risk."

She narrowed her eyes at him, then said: "Yah're lucky then, 'cause Ah'm twenty one".

"Well that's a relief" he said, while his eyes feasted themselves in her breasts, waist, hips, and other particular places.

"What yah starin' at, Cajun?" she mock complained, but the only answer she received from him were countless kisses all over her body.

(…)

She opened her eyes lazily, not really focusing them on anything, and then decided to go back to sleep. But a few seconds later it hit her, so she tried to sit up quickly, moving away Remy's arm to do so.

The alarm clock said it was 6:40 am.

"Remy?" she shook him by his shoulders: "Remy wake up!"

But he only growled something, and didn't bother in opening his eyes.

"Wake up, yah stupid Swamp Rat!" she yelled, and he finally reacted.

"Hein? What is it, chere?"

"Yah gotta get outta here now"

"What? Why…?"

"'Cause someone might see yah! Get up!"

She pushed him out of the bed and then out of the room, wearing his t-shirt inside out. Then she closed the door and looked down at herself:

"Gawd… what did Ah do?"

Another note: All right, there you have it. You think Rogue made a mistake? She probably did, but things characters do aren't always perfect, are they? They're real people! Btw: I don't mean it's ok to go and sleep with the first hot, sexy Cajun… sorry, with the first guy that shows up. This is a particular, imaginary Romy situation, ok? ;-) (This is just my opinion, btw).

Feel free to fill the blanks in this chappie; hey it's rated T, what did you expect? ;-)

Next chap: How's Rogue gonna feel now? Did she think it was ok to do what she did, or not? Will Remy still be interested in her, or only in fucking her? (Sorry for the f word; it's fun to write it. Hehe)