Secrets

Part Four

1 week later-

It's down to this

I've got to make my life make sense

Can anyone tell what I've done

Rogue lay curled up on her side in the med lab bed, eyes tightly shut, and swallowing repeatedly to keep the ever-present sickness down. Tears wet her face as a sudden burst of anger made her punch her pillow. She hated feeling so weak- from almost dying as those personalities took over, in addition to the pregnancy she hated to acknowledge. And she'd been in that bed for a week. But she couldn't bear the thought of her teammates shocked looks, their whispers, their questions. She could barely stand Dr. McCoy's/Beast's kind understanding and concern after he found out, but he was needed. So she simply asked him, and Xavier who she couldn't fool or ignore, to keep the others away. Even Logan, who'd saved her life more than once that dreadful day. 'Who was too scared and worried for her that night to realize that they had been touching skin to skin without her powers activating,' Rogue thought with a wry, tender smile.

I miss the life

I miss the colors of the world

Can anyone tell where I am?

Listening to the 3 Doors Down song, 'Away From The Sun' on headphones, she wondered how she'd let her life become so very grey, so messed up. This band wasn't the dark, heavy metal/grunge stuff everyone expected her to like, so they were another secret of hers- just one of the many she had to keep to maintain her mask, her safety net. Yet it almost surprised her how much it fit sometimes. But when she heard those three particular lines she shut the portable CD player off with an angry snap and yanked the headphones from her head to slam them to the floor. They suddenly reminded her too much of that annoying, charming Cajun.

I'm so far down away from the sun

That shines to light the way for me To find my way back into the arms

That care about the ones like me.

Because he did care. She couldn't explain it; and she couldn't understand why she cared too, but she did. And, God help her, he was like the sun toher. A cold gust of wind blew in and she groaned, slowly pushing herself out of bed and over to the balcony doors. She'd forgotten that she left them open. To punish herself? So the cold would snap her back to reality? Or just hopeful? Rogue wondered with a wry twist of her lips, closing the cool glass panes and brushing back the fluttering silk curtains. "Chére." Her heart stopped but she refused to turn around and face that voice until he came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Instantly she was flooded with warmth and light, that feeling like returning home, and she cursed his empathic powers.

'What's wrong with me?' she cried mentally. 'It was just one night. It was just supposed to be one night.' She shivered, 'And yet now I got this whole new secret our secret. And it's changing me.' "Gambit." She said almost stubbornly, looking up into his wonderfully unique red-on-black eyes tentatively. His face was so clear, yet so unreadable. If only…. Mon ame estaffamee pour son allumette his mind whispered achingly in French. Rogue pulled away, reeling, but the thoughts flew at her again. Chaque jours sans toi de je davantage. My soul is starved for its match. Each day without you I ache more. He said none of the things he was thinking of, but it didn't take away their impact. They took away her breath.

"So formal," Remy said with an empty smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, the way he came towards her almost predatory. She fought such telling gestures as letting her hand flutter down to her stomach. "I don't know any other way to be," she replied with a matching smile, stepping back with wide-spread arms and spinning around slowly. "This is who I am." "No," he stated firmly as he caught her wrist, pulling her to him and kissing her fervently in one smooth move. "It's not." He pressed her resisting body tighter against his more demanding one, letting her feel every hard inch of him. "Why do you hide?" he murmured, lips coming down on hers again and again.

Remy's kisses were passionate, forceful, and she matched Remy move for move-once more in fierce competition as they dueled with each other, for each other. With a soft cry, Marie melted into his embrace, kissing him back with everything she had in her as she surrendered to him. The heat was a palpable thing, running through her fingertips as she gripped his shoulders through the soft black cotton of his shirt, down her veins, burning like a glass of neat whisky on a frosty afternoon. Suddenly, almost as if changing her mind, she broke the contact, stepping back again, and she felt his cry of denial. But he didn't move this time, didn't say a word. He just waited. For her. She wondered how long his patience would last. Not much longer than hers.

Marie took a step towards him, knowing she wouldn't run this time. "I don't want…" she began, then stopped. "Don't want what? This?" She shook her head.

"I don't want to need you." She heard his sudden intake of breath on a split second, could've sworn she felt his heart jolt inside her chest. "Can you stop?" If possible, his already smoldering midnight eyes darkened on hers. "No." Marie reached up and put her hand against his mouth, and his lips were warm, burning. She wanted that mouth on her body. Remy kissed her hand gently, then reached out to take her other hand, bringing it slowly towards him, giving her plenty of chance to pull back. He placed it on his chest, over his heart, against his skin.

She could feel the beat of his pulse, heavy, sensual, slightly fast against her hand. The stripe-haired girl crossed the final step, coming up to his larger, hotter body and trapping their clasped hands between them. She moved her hand away from his lips and slid her fingers through his thick auburn hair, looking for answers in his dark, fathomless eyes. But the answers weren't there to see, so she could either run or trust. And she decided she wasn't going to run, not again. Remy leaned down and kissed her then, very gently, a wordless assurance that it was going to be alright. And she realized that, conscious decision or not, she trusted him. With her life, with her body, maybe even with her love.

She opened her mouth beneath his, deliberately inviting him. Then the gently wooing was over. The heat that had been slumbering in his body flared up, and his mouth slanted across hers, drinking deep. Then Marie heard his thoughts again, a jumble of them, rioting through both their minds- dark, erotic, untamed, so fierce and explicit in their demands that she felt her own response ignite.

Remy slid his hands under her t-shirt, cupping her bare breasts, and she arched against him, needing his touch, needing his heat, needing his mouth. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and sent it sailing across the room, and she was standing within his arms, wearing nothing but her jeans.

She was no longer cold, she was burning up. And she wanted more, and more, and more. He bent down and scooped her up effortlessly, holding her tight against him. You don't have to be tough all the time, his mind said. And she melted back against him. Remy was right, she didn't have to fight anymore.

He took her over to the bed, lowering her down, following her, and she took his hand, using Kitty's powers this time to phase them out of their clothing; a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and her hands lingering, touching, learning him. There were no words now; no whispered assurances, no barbs, no protests. In utter, absolute silence he touched her, his long fingers sliding between her legs, coaxing them apart, and he leaned forward and put his mouth on her breast.

The sensation was fierce, burning, exquisite, and she heard her breathless cry of longing as she arched back against the bed. Remy moved his mouth to her other breast, suckling deeply, before moving his mouth away to trail hot, biting kisses down her torso and Marie put her hands on his shoulders, unsure. Then he simply took her hands in one of his, holding her gaze, the heat of them soothing her doubts, and returned his mouth to hers; one finger, then two and three, continuing the path he'd started with his mouth and driving her crazy. And so she let herself slip, slide into a dark and wonderful place, full of brazen images and unspoken desires, lost and whirling in a kind of mad splendor that sharpened into a blinding clarity as she climaxed against his hand.

She was vaguely aware of him moving up and over her, kneeling between her trembling legs. Marie waited, watching as he protected her, wanting to reach out and touch him, to do it for him, but still too shaky and shy to move. And then he was pressing against her, sliding deep, filling her with one sure thrust; and he was so burning hot that she was burning with him, pushing her body against his, her long legs right around his hips, wanting more, wanting all of him. His hands cupped her hips, pulling her more closely against him. Remy's mouth crushed hers and she heard him, the words, sifting through his mind, love and lust and longing, striving for an end that was only a beginning. She clutched at him, shivering, building, shattering once more as she felt him explode in her arms, a white-hot flame of passion that seemed to last an eternity.

When Marie opened her eyes, she found Remy collapsed on her, his heart still pounding furiously against her. He was heavy, and she didn't mind even for a moment. She felt better than she had in her entire life. Her body was hot, nerveless, completely sated; her mind at ease. And her heart- her heart was full of an indescribable feeling that had a simple definition. And that was love. But was it his or hers? Or both? But either way it scared her, a strange unease in her heart. An unrecognized threat? But if it was only for a night… He lifted himself up with his hands on either side of her, looked at her, and there was no way she could stop the warmth that filled her inside any more than she could stop the tear sliding down her cheek.

He smiled then- a tender smile that temporarily banished the shadows around them, gently wiping away that tear, and just the look on his face made her want to confess everything. Then put his mouth against hers, this time offering a sweet, lingering kiss and her hands slid around him as she kissed him back, gladly losing herself in the sheer haven of his mouth instead. When he finally pulled away, she let him go reluctantly. "I should go," he said after a while, still staring hungrily at her lips. "You should," she agreed, her face mirroring his hunger as well as a desperate yearning. "Just one last kiss……" he whispered. And a minute later they started all over again and an hour later they lay in each others arms once more, too exhausted for words, before falling asleep just like that.


That's it for now folks, lol. I hope you liked this chapter, I'll try to update as soon as possible.