Y'all know the dilly yo, I don't own any of these characters, or x-men, or marvel.. blah blah blah.
Author's Note: Some people are still confused… so I'm going to explain it again. My original account was deleted and it was Remy's ange. Now, I am re-posting this story which means that yes, many of you have already read this story and no, you are not going crazy. Sorry for all that confusion.
Shouldn't Be So Hard
The dull white coloured cue ball struck the eight ball, caused it to glide over the green velvet of the billiards table and straight into the designated pocket. The men around her groaned and she glanced at the red-eyed handsome devil for a second longer before she turned around to face her party. She flicked a strand of white hair out of her face as she smirked confidently.
"Well, boys. Ah think ah won again." She stated and placed the cue back on the rack.
"Best two out of three?" One of the bulkier men suggested.
"Juggy, Ah already won twice in a row. It would be best three out of five, sugah." She pointed out and walked over to the massive man dressed in torn jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was tied in a loose ponytail and it looked rather greasy.
"Babe, if you insist on using my high school nickname, please pronounce the whole thing." He requested in a brusque voice.
"Juggy, do you really expect me to actually use all that effort to say 'Juggernaut'? That's a silly nickname. Plus, Juggy sounds so much cuter." She reasoned.
"I don't wanna be cute. Plus, 'Juggernaut' holds the ultimate honour. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have won state championship twice!" He pointed out knowingly.
"Hey! I had helped out in that too." The other enormous man pointed out. This man was actually bigger than Juggy, but he lacked the muscles that Juggy had. In its place was just fat and it hung over the waist of his jeans like a big balloon that was inflated too much.
"Right, Blob. The only thing you did was sit on the field and you took up so much room that the other guys couldn't get pass you to make a touchdown." Juggy scoffed.
"Now, Juggy. Don't be mean to Freddie." She reprimanded him.
"Yeah! You know how I'm sensitive about my weight!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Enough of this. I want to make my money back. C'mon, girl. Best three out of five." Another man spoke up. Although this man was quite muscular, he came off looking like a stick next to the other two massive men.
"Lance, you lost. Just pay up." She demanded.
"But you've already drained me dry. Plus, we already tip you high enough as it is, and what have I gotten in return? No date, that's for sure." He responded bitterly.
"Lance, how many times have we been through this? We're never gonna date." She stated with a slight edge of annoyance in her tone.
"I don't see why not. C'mon, I'm a good-looking guy with a Harley too. Any girl would be lucky to have me to call her man." He spoke up strongly, but it stirred a chuckle out of the two massive men.
Her eyes scanned over her childhood friend. He definitely had a nice body but his choice of clothes was ghastly. He had on torn jeans, a yellow shirt that had once been white, and an old brown leather vest on. His brown hair was unruly and looked as if it hadn't been washed in a few days. He could have been considered good-looking if he had put an effort in keeping up with his personal hygiene.
She walked towards him and leaned back against the pool table while facing him. "Lance, we both know why we would never work." She started. He rolled his eyes and sighed as she explained to him for the millionth time why they could never be together.
"Ya know it would be like dating your sister! Lance, we practically grew up t'gether. It'll almost be like incest." She told him.
"Blah. Well, I never ask for such a hot sister." He retorted.
She laughed at his comment and patted his cheek. "Ya're so cute when ya're desperate." She cooed.
"Excusez-moi." A husky deep voice said from behind. Her smile widened and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. She knew who was standing behind her and strangely enough, it made her heart skip a beat. She turned around slowly to meet her handsome red-eyed devil. One look at him up close, she was almost taken aback as she could feel her heart beating rapidly now. He was dressed in a black t-shirt that framed his biceps ever so nicely, and he had on a good pair of dark blue jeans that definitely emphasized his muscular butt. But what took her breath away was the pair of rubies that were his eyes.
As her eyes were glued on him, his eyes wandered all over just as intensively. She was even more gorgeous up close, he thought. She was dressed in a white Harley Davidson t-shirt that definitely showed off her ample bosom and a short black leather skirt that clung to her butt perfectly. Her long auburn hair was slick back in a ponytail while loose wild strands of white hair escaped and framed her beautiful round face. Then there were her eyes, the most precious pair of emeralds he had ever seen in his life. For the first time ever, Remy actually preferred the eyes of a woman to his usual preferences of the legs, breasts and ass.
"Well, what have we got here, y'all?" Her sweet voice asked playfully.
Remy took one step towards her and Freddie and Juggy immediately were on either side of her as if they were her bodyguards. "Just wondering if you wanna play a lil one on one wit' me, cherie." He proposed ever so coyly.
"I don't think so. She's with us." Lance spoke up.
"Yeah!" Juggy and Freddie both agreed heartily.
She giggled at how overprotective her friends were being. "Y'all boys are silly. Ah'm only wit y'all to hustle some money and while we're on the topic of money, pay up!" She demanded. The men groaned around her as Remy became more amused. She was definitely different from all the women he had been with from before.
She collected her money and said, "Thanks boys. It's always a pleasure doing business wit' y'all."
Remy took a few steps towards her and she gave an air of indifference although it was clear that she was as interested in him as he was in her. "What 'bout a lil game wit' me, cherie?" He asked.
She looked up at him and grinned teasingly. "Ah would love to…" She began and Remy felt his hopes rising but only to have them fall as she finished her sentence. "But my break's over. Oh well." With that comment she walked towards the bar.
He lingered for a few seconds as he admired the way her hips swayed when she walked. Excitement built up inside of him as he was determined to get to know his sassy southern beauty better. He quickly picked up his pace and was soon walking beside her.
"So what time y' off, chere?" He asked boldly.
"Wouldn't ya like to know, but ain't gonna tell ya." She responded.
"I can wait all night and see when you're off, y'know." He told her.
"Then wait. Don't mean that ah'm gonna be going anywhere wit ya, swamp rat." She replied.
"Swamp rat?" He asked and arched a curious eyebrow.
"Ya are from Louisiana aren't ya? Let me guess, N'awlins?" She asked.
"Oui. How did y'know?" He questioned.
"Have t' say that it was your accent that gave it away." She responded. They were by the bar now and she went behind it to fetch her apron while Remy took a seat by the counter. Logan eyed the two suspiciously and asked, "Darlin', he giving you a hard time?"
She smiled reassuringly at Logan and answered. "Of course not, Wolvie. If he was, he'd be lying on the floor with a few broken bones and a bloody nose by now, courtesy of what ah learned from ya."
"Wolvie?" Remy questioned confusingly. Logan growled at him when he used the name she had just called him.
"Down boy!" She said to Logan and then turned her attention back to Remy. "Wolvie's my pet name for him, short for 'Wolverine' the nickname he got in the army. However, if ya wanna keep that cute face of yours, ah suggest ya don't say 'Wolvie' again." She advised.
"So y' think I have a cute face, chere?" He asked as he grinned smugly.
"As cute as a donkey's ass…" Logan mumbled. However, his comment didn't fall on deaf ears as Rogue giggled at his friend's statement while Remy's face fell slightly. He had hoped that his southern beauty would at least reject the comment, but instead she continued to laugh as if they were the funniest words ever spoken.
Noticing that she was the only one laughing, Rogue calmed down and leaned towards her Cajun customer. Her lips were right next to his ear as she purred, "Ya have a really cute face." The way her breath felt against the sensitive spot on his ear, Remy knew he needed a cold shower right there and then. Rogue obviously realized it as well, thus, she pulled back and gave him a bright smile before she turned her attention back to fetching her paper and pen next to the cash register.
Thoughts of earthquakes, famines, avalanches and tornados ran through his mind for a few moments, before he could finally speak again. By the time his brain was ready to dispel a bunch of smooth lines, Rogue was already on her way out to do her rounds.
"Wait!" He cried, not too smoothly at all but it did its job since Rogue stopped mid-step. "Took ya long enough. So what do ya want?"
"Your name." He said as he realized that he sill didn't know what to call her.
She became intrigued at his request as she walked closer to him. Instead of answering though, she said, "What's yours?"
Completely recovered now, he took her hand and she stepped closer to him - winding up a few inches from his body. He brought her hand up to his lips, and right before he kissed it, he said, "Remy Lebeau at your service, chere. And I do mean it when Remy says he'd be at your service. Remy'd be really good wit' his hands."
She blushed a light pink and brought her hand up to his face. It glazed from his cheekbones and down to his chin. "Got myself a charmer here don', ah?"
"Y' got y'self anyt'ing y' want, chere." He responded and brought her fingers up to his lips with which he suckled the tips of a few to tease her.
"Hmm…got myself a Cajun swamp rat too. My favorite kind of swamp rat, ya know." She stated and moved so close to him that her body was practically pressed up right against his. Her arms found themselves naturally slipped around his neck as she brought her head closer to his. Not one to let an opportunity pass, Remy slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Their eyes locked and they both knew they wanted the same thing but was still somewhat hesitant to do anything about it.
It was completely irrational what they were feeling and what they wanted to do and they both knew it but they didn't care. Although they were complete strangers, they were both drawn to each other that went deeper than just satisfying their own sexual needs. The intensity that they shared was electrifying, hypnotizing, and completely mesmerizing. It was as if fate had willed them both to be there at the exact moment in the exact position.
Finally she broke out of the paralysis that they were in and whispered, "Forgot what ah'm here t' do. What would ya like, Mr. Lebeau?"
"Do y' really have t'ask, chere?" He responded with a suggestive question of his own.
"It's my job, have t'." She replied.
"I only want you. Can y' give me dat?" He asked in a sexy low voice.
"Ah don' believe ah'm on the menu, Mr. Lebeau. If ah were, ah'd be too expensive for your taste." She replied.
"Call me Remy, chere." He requested.
"Remy." She drawled in her sweet southern accent and he had never heard his name sound so beautiful before. It made him want to kiss those scarlet luscious lips and he lifted his head to meet hers with which she lowered her lips ever so close to his. And just as they were an inch away from doing the one thing they had wanted to do since their eyes made contact, a loud growl could be heard from behind. She jumped back from the unexpected sound and out of his arms. His face fell with disappointment as did hers.
She glared at Logan who was undoubtedly responsible for the noise and he looked at her innocently. "What? I didn't say anything. Plus, don't you have a job to do?" He asked her.
"Fine. Ya stupid ol' fart." She huffed with which it only stirred a smile out of Logan.
She turned her attention back to her Cajun Prince Charming and gave him a smile that indicated that their missed opportunity would not be their last. "So what can ah get ya?" She asked again.
"We gonna ask dat again, chere?" He asked playfully.
"Yeah, this time request something that ya might have a chance at getting." She answered.
"Your name." He requested again.
"Rogue." She responded simply.
"Y' talkin' 'bout me or y', chere?" He asked.
She grinned and licked her lips while she thought of the answer she was going to give. When she decided, she walked up to him and was closer to him than she was before, if that was possible. She leaned in on his right ear and her breath against his lobe sent pleasant shivers up his spine. He waited for her to answer but instead he felt her teeth nibble his ear, which sent another round of thrilling shivers all over his body. She pulled back from him, gave him a wink, and walked off to make her rounds around the bar.
"And Rogue y' are." He murmured as he watched her sashayed away from him.
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Their lips were locked passionately as his hands wandered all over her tight gorgeous body. She didn't keep her hands to herself either as she let them explore every muscle in his back. She ran her fingers underneath his shirt and brushed over the spot right where his lower back ended and it caused him to arch back in pleasure. It was as if she knew intuitively where to touch him to drive him crazy. His kiss ran deeper as he pressed her against the door. They had barely entered the room before they were completely enwrapped in each other.
Her nimble fingers found the edge of his shirt and their lips unlocked for a second so she could slip it off and over his head. She immediately pulled him back to kiss her as her hands explored all the wonders that was his body. They danced away from the door, with their lips locked, and him slipping off her short leather skirt effortlessly. She fiddled with the zipper on his jeans as he moved his lips down to the crook of her neck and started tasting the sweet honey that was her skin.
She murmured with ecstasy as she finally undid his pants with which they fell to the ground and he walked out of it. They were at the edge of the bed now. He turned her around and held her supportively with one hand on her lower back as he lowered her gently on the floral sheets. Her hands pulled him down for another hungry kiss with which he was more than happy to oblige. She ran her fingers through his auburn hair as his hand crept underneath her shirt and up her body. He unclasped the back of her bra, and with a swift motion he slipped her shirt and bra off of her and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses all over her body. She moaned with pleasure but she wanted to please him in return, so she pushed him over and on to his back.
She straddled his waist and pulled off the elastic band that kept her hair in a ponytail. Her hair let loose as she flung it over her shoulders. At that moment, he was convinced that he had never seen anything more arousing or hot than what she had just done. She brought her lips down and started to leave her trail of kisses all over his hard rock body.
The night was of complete spontaneity and irrationality, but the lovers could no longer resist the heated raw passion that they had ignited in each other.
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