Yay! More chapters! Haha, seriously, I'm thrilled to see people responding to this fic. You guys have no idea how long I've had this story in my head (at least the one-shot this story originally was). And just for my own curiosity, does anyone happen to know when Wolver and the X-Men season 2 is going to start airing? I live in Canada and we got season 1 at around this time last year, so I'm wondering when we'll be able to see some action again. ^__^
And yeah, I think I've ben listening to too much Josh Groben lately, I feel so lovey dovey. XD Oh well… "For Always Forever" is a good one to listen to.
But yeah, this is ONLY the second time I'm writing a scene like… THIS. So constructive criticism is welcomed.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, though I own this fic and the general concept for it.
Rating: Rated T for language and subject matter. *EDIT* Now Rated M.
Enjoy the story!!!
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Remy and Rogue came running down the hallway of the hotel laughing and giggling before Remy swiped the keycard and quickly pulled Rogue in the room with him. He closed the door as Rogue wandered further into the room and locked it in place. Though once in the room, Remy slowly regained some composure, realizing he still had no idea what Rogue's 'surprise' for him was. As he turned away from door after locking it, he saw Rogue standing by the window, looking down at the bright lights of the city below them. She practically glowed underneath the full moon's light. He slowly approached her with ease and stealth, silently wrapping his arms around her hips and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"I ev'a tell you how belle you look at night, chere?" he whispered to her, earning a dreamy sigh from the beauty in question as she relaxed against him. She had clearly started sobering up.
"This nahght's been wond'aful, Remy. Just lahke ol' tahmes," she said in an affectionate tone Remy hadn't heard from her in forever, "And it only gets bett'a."
Rogue held up the collar she had snuck out of the institute for Remy to see. He soon realized what it was she had in her hands. His eyes wide and mouth open, Remy LeBeau was speechless, "Rogue…"
"It'd just be fo' tonahght," Rogue defended, gauging the Cajun's reaction. But looking at him now, his crimson eyes piercing her soul, his soul breathing love, his love, shining in the way he looked at her. Rogue knew that if she were to ever take this leap, it would be with him. She had decided that a long time ago. It just took her a year to act on it, "Ah… Ah wanted ya tah be mah first, Remy. We nev'a had the chance befo' and… Ah just didn't wanna lose the. Ah promise Ah'll return..."
Remy, though confused now by her differing viewpoints, could only tighten his arms around her as if his life depended on it. Like he would ever give up this opportunity to be with her. Never wavering his eyes from hers, his gently took the collar from Rogue's hands and slipped it around her delicate neck as she held her tousled hair up out of the way. As he locked in place, he brought hands forward along Rogue's jaw in a brush, tilting her head up ever so slightly. She still had that dazed look in her eyes, but there was longing in them as well. Remy brushed some hair from her face, lingering a little too long on her cheeks as he felt how smooth she was. He had dreamt of touching her this way. Though he never thought he would ever get the chance to do so. She was right, they shouldn't lose this opportunity.
Remy leaned forward into Rogue, her back pressing against the window and her skin still tingling from his touch, she felt her chin tilt up as Remy moved to cover her lips with his own. It was slow and cautious, but just as amazing as before. She gingerly stepped forward and tilted her head more towards him as she nervously moved her arms around his neck. She began to slowly kiss him back, and soon their tongues danced together in a bliss neither had known existed between them.
Rogue felt his arms move around her waist before he tugged her closer to him. Remy swiftly lifted her body up onto the window's ledge, moving his hands over her body in worship.
"Mon amour," He moaned in a whisper, "Je t'aime. Je t'aime plus que la vie." (I love you more than life itself.)
Rogue could feel the few tears she had stream down her cheeks. She was a fool to have left this man to the dogs of the Guilds and the government. Rogue began kissing him again as she took off her gloves and started unbuttoning his shirt, smoothing it off of his shoulders delicately and letting it fall to the ground. Remy replied in kind, snapping off the silver clasp and nearly tearing the shrug off Rogue's arms. They broke apart, taking proper time to touch and admire the other's flesh. Rogue feeling the flexing muscles in Remy's shoulders and chest as he smoothed his hands up her arms and down her body to her hips, where her tank top rested. He ran his hand across her waist, teasing the thought of taking it off. Rogue whimpered in want as Remy started kissing and nipped along her neck, avoiding the collar with ease. He pulled the tank top over her head, revealing only the black lace bra she wore, her chest perfectly contained within it.
Rogue was not shy or bashful. She had no fears with the man that held her.
"Remy," she softly murmured, her drawl becoming more profound. Remy adored how she rolled his name. He continued to nip at her neck and slowly moved his away along her shoulder as Rogue tentatively grazed her nails across his.
Neither was willing to let go of the other for a moment as they touched, kissed and nipped at each other, lovingly and slowly. Clothing soon gone completely, nothing stood between them. They kissed passionately once again, not acknowledging their nudity. They both needed this. Beyond the physical, they needed each other. They were outcasts together and they knew that beyond the X-Men, beyond the Guilds, their loyalties from then on would always be with one another.
Remy gently moved Rogue to the expansive bed, bathed completely in the moonlight. He laid her down with ease and care, looking down at her as she smiled to him. Her hair spread across the pillow and her chest rising and falling softly, Remy intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed the back of her hand. A simple offering to a goddess that blessed his life. Rogue took that hand and ran it across his cheek, coaxing him forward as he leaned over her and kissed her again.
The night stood still for them as time did not exist in that room. They would make love to each other over and over again, relishing in the throws of their ecstasy with wave after wave of passion exuding from them. They called out each other's names to the expanses of space as they became one through the ritual that has existed for millennia. A few battle scars, scratches, but a declaration. The room was filled with a musk of love and sexuality. The lovers rested in the other's arms as they beamed in their passion. They didn't speak; there were no words for what had happened between them that night. They stared into each other's eyes, drawing circles on their skin and playing with tousled hair. This is what their lives were meant for; this is what they had been missing out on for so long.
Rogue would soon fall asleep on Remy's chest as he repetitively stroked her back and arm, his heart beat a lulling melody, enticing sleep from her. Remy would stare to heavens in thanks for the woman at his side and bringing her back into his life. He too would succumb to sleep as they dreamed of the future that could lay in wait for them now.
~A year and two months ago~
It had been four months since Rogue began living with Remy. He was down in New Orleans for Guild business for the week. Though Rogue had been able to keep herself busy. She had managed to get a job in town. A clerk for a store. Nothing extravagant, but she felt like she should somehow pay Remy back for letting her stay at the loft and eat his food and use his facilities. She hadn't really taken too much space for herself. A drawer for a few clothes, one cubby for her toiletries. Rogue wasn't much for materials. After all, she needed to be able to travel often. This was the first time since the institute that she had been able to use a drawer instead of a duffle or a laundry hamper.
Rogue was coming back from an early shift at around 4 pm. Remy was going to be back that evening, so she was able to get an earlier shift and was going to make some dinner. As she arrived back at the loft, groceries in hand, she prepared dinner and set up the table.
Rogue and Remy had not told each other about their feelings. For the four months, they lived together, flirting with the idea of telling the other, but nothing ever seemed to come of it. They both knew what a relationship without the physical would entail. Neither was sure they were ready for that. They had the emotions for one another, but they weren't sure that the commitment was as well.
Rogue had wanted to tell Remy for a month. But the idea that he might reject her, tell her he couldn't date a girl that couldn't touch, was enough to make her hold her tongue. It was better this way. Live in a happy co-existence where they were friends… good friends… the best friend Rogue had ever had… the only man she ever loved.
She finished making the food and watched TV for a bit, waiting for Remy to come home. Maybe he was running late. Traffic could be murder on a Friday.
Rogue had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up during the middle of the night, to an empty loft and cold food. Remy would have at least called, to say he was going to stay another day… wouldn't he? Rogue snapped herself out of it. She wasn't his girlfriend. She had no right to be so possessive and always needing to know his whereabouts. But still, he would call.
Depressingly, Rogue wrapped up the food and left it in the fridge. She sat on the couch, too lazy to pull out the bed. She looked over to Remy's bed. He wouldn't mind. After all, he was rude enough not to let her know if she was going to be an extra day or two. Rogue got changed for bed, wearing the jersey Remy had permanently lent her to sleep in and crawled into his bed. She was surprised at how much it smelled like him, the spices and earthiness of his scent embedded into the sheets and pillows. Rogue, with a hint of a smile on her face, curled up with one of the pillows and soon drifted to sleep.
It was mid-afternoon when Remy did finally get back. Rogue was out running with a few of her co-workers at the time. Though she had forgotten to remake the bed after she slept in it the night before. Remy, though in a particularly sour mood, was amused by the image of Rogue sleeping in his bed. His week with the Guild was unexpected and felt a bad taste in Remy's mouth. How was he going to tell Rogue?
Like Rogue, Remy had been battling with the idea of telling her how he felt. He was under the impression that she would be scared by his forwardness and just leave. She didn't have to stay with him. She was allowed to leave whenever she wanted. Why wouldn't she if she was scared off? But not telling her was killing him. Remy had never felt this way about a woman before.
But it wasn't like that was going to be an option much longer.
Remy kept the bed unmade and unpacked his few things from the week, trying to word out what happened to Rogue. Which is why he jumped in surprise when rogue gently tapped on his shoulder when he didn't respond to her.
"Nice tah see ya too," she said as she walked back to the living area, taking off her fall jacket and laying it on the couch.
Remy quickly readjusted himself, "Hey. Sorry, chere. Was lost in t'ought," he explained, moving over to greet her properly. Though a smile didn't return like it normally did.
"You couldn't've called?" she asked harshly, avoiding his welcoming. Remy was silently kicking himself as he scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout dat. Business took long'a den usual. I jus' got back in an hour ago and didn' t'ink you'd mind a few hours delay."
Rogue stalked over to the kitchen as she continued to avoid him. Why was she acting like a jealous girlfriend? She quickly redirected her anger into worry, "Ah thought they had skinned ya alive or somethin'," she said, "Not ta mention Ah made dinner."
Remy's guilt just kept pilling up, but Rogue soon softened, "It's okay, Remy. Business is business. Ah got no rahght ta tell ya anythahn'."
He didn't deserve her. She forgave him without a fight. This woman really was amazing, but a fool.
"Sorry, chere," he repeated.
"It's fahne. Ah'll just reheat the food," Rogue replied sarcastically.
"Great," Remy said, sitting at the tall bar height table, "Microwave dinn'a."
Rogue laughed, "Bett'a then a TV dinn'a."
"True dat."
Rogue heated the food and they ate it in quiet appreciation.
"So how did the heist go?" Rogue asked as she nearly finished her food.
"Was okay. Dumb prick'll nev'a know what hit 'im," Remy replied, not looking away from his food.
"And the Guild…?" Rogue continued, looking over to Remy, who paused for a second.
"Dere okay too."
"Just okay? What was so important they kept ya in N'Orleans for an extra day?" she asked, sensing Remy was hiding something from the moment she walked in.
"Just some paper work and stifling details. Not'in' to worry 'bout," Remy continued his façade.
Rogue slammed her fork onto the plate with a clatter, quickly grabbing Remy's attention, "Dammit Remy, what's goin' on?!" she demanded.
"Not'in'!" he defended, becoming slightly aggravated.
"Don't ya dare lie ta me! Ah wanna know what's goin' on," she continued, pointing at him accusingly.
Remy dropped the fork and stood from his chair, grabbing his duster and pulling it on, getting ready to walk out of the loft.
"Where the hell do ya think you're goin'?" she questioned, standing after him.
"Out," he said plainly.
"Remy, what's wrong?" she asked him in a much more calm voice as she approached him, stilling his movements. He repetitively straightened his collar, fumbling with his words.
"Jus' stressed from de week, chere," he said robotically. He couldn't lie to her. She sees right through him, she always did.
"Remy," she said again, stilling his hands of their fidgeting.
He looked at their hands as she held his. He wasn't angry with her, and she wasn't with him. There was always some outside source for when they argued like this.
"De Thieves Guild wants to make a merger wit' de Assassins Guild," he said.
Rogue shook her head, not understanding why he was upset, "What's so bad about that?"
Remy sighed in frustration, "Dey wanna marry off de heirs as a pact."
It finally clicked in Rogue's head. Remy was being put into an arranged marriage. He wouldn't look at Rogue and she stared at him in disbelief.
"But… how-how can they do that?" she asked, dumbfounded, her hands loosening their grip on his.
"It's Guild Law. I got no choice, chere," Remy explained.
Rogue could feel tears oncoming, but she refused to show them, "Have ya at least met the bride-ta-be?"
Remy simply nodded, "Primadonna if I ev'a met one."
Rogue wiped away the tears and turned away. She had no say and neither did Remy. So much for falling in love, Rogue. She decided to drop it. She moved back to the kitchen and started cleaning up the dishes, "Think you'll have ta go back ta N'Orleans any tahme soon?"
Remy had had enough of this. He couldn't stand the thought of marrying someone he didn't love when the woman he did love stood right in front of him and didn't even know he loved her. He threw off his duster and walked up to Rogue as she was at the sink. She didn't hear him coming as she felt his arms encircle around her waist, pulling her back right against Remy's chest. Rogue practically melted in the embrace.
"I don' want to marry her," he confessed in desperation. His forehead rested against the back of Rogue's head, she could hear his harsh breathing. It made her heart skip and she soon found it hard to breathe.
"Why don't ya leave?" she asked him, "Get out of the Guild while ya can?"
Remy head shook, "Dey'd hunt me down. I'm in de Guild fo' life."
Rogue's heart ached. She couldn't stand the sound in his voice. He had never sounded this helpless before. She turned in his embrace and hugged him back. Remy tightened his hold on Rogue, resting his hand on the back of her head and her lower back. Rogue's hands shook in anger; anger for the so-called family that was ruining Remy's life. Why couldn't things stay this way?
Remy asked her, "Run away wit' me."
Rogue stiffened in his arms and looked up to him in shock, "What?"
"I got not'in' else outside de Guild but you, chere," he replied optimistically, "Yo' de only life I got left… Je t'aime."
Rogue felt hot tears streaming down her face before she could stop them. She heard it from him. He wanted to be with her, more then his family or his Guild, he chose her. But she knew it was only a pipedream. As beautiful a dream it was, this was why she never told him about her feelings. It was better the way it was.
"Remy," she started, her voice cracking, "We… we can't."
Remy looked at her in disbelief, "Pourquoi?"
Rogue shook her head as she separated them a bit, "Ah can't."
"Stay wit' me," he begged, not relinquishing his hold on her arms.
"Ah can't, be in a relationship the way you…" she continued.
"Do you love me, chere?" he asked, cutting off her banter.
She looked at him with teary eyes, biting her lips, "Yes."
Remy didn't ask for anything else. He relaxed visibly and embraced Rogue again. She didn't fight him. She only cried into his chest and wrapped her arms around him. The two stayed that way for a long time before becoming exhausted. They got changed into thin sweaters and sweatpants as they both climbed into Remy's bed together.
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Yay! Another chapter! So as you can see, the present and the past stories are somewhat interconnected, sort of following each other in telling both stories. I hope this was a sufficient chapter for you guys, as the M-Rated scene was not as explicit as most would be. But I felt it was more a spiritual reconnection then a physical one, so I kept the wording general and light.
So, now that that's been cleared up, PLEASE read, review, comment and critique! I want to know what you guys think! ^__^
Until next time…
