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Remy's self-tour of the castle had taken a bit longer than he'd predicted and by the time he decided on a dip in the pool, the sun was already setting. He changed into his swimsuit in his room, grabbed a towel and headed for the elaborate pool he had found earlier.
The pool could only be described as an oasis. Though inside, it was surrounded by lush green and tall palm trees, with a clear glass ceiling that let in the natural light. The pool itself was encased by rocks with an honest-to-God waterfall on the far end. He stepped into the enclosure to find that he wasn't alone. Before him, at the edge of the pool was a goddess dressed in a Grecian garb. Although her back was to him, he was sure that it was Rogue. He watched like a silent predator as she reached up and unbuckled the dress at one shoulder and then the other. It fell away, revealing a small green bikini that hugged on to curves born out of a dream. His dream. She pulled the hair ties out of her hair as a cascade of curls fell and settled at the middle of her back. Remy rearranged his towel to cover the tightness in his suit, but couldn't look away. She skillfully dove into the pool, swimming its length once before pulling herself out. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the man from earlier standing there with a look on his face she couldn't quite place. "Oh, Ah'm… sorry. Ah thought Ah was alone," she said, unsure as to why she was apologizing.
Remy tried to make his mouth work, honestly he did, but this tormenter in front of him, who had rendered him speechless while fully clothed was now half naked and soaking wet. He willed himself to speak, and after an uncomfortably long pause, he found his voice. "Désole, Madame Lehnsherr. 'M de one dat should apologize. I t'ought de pool would be empty. I can come back later, chére."
She noted the change in monikers he had given her from when he had met her earlier and shrugged it off, figuring that, like most men, he was intimidated by her husband. "Don't be silly. This pool is big enough for half the island, Ah'm sure it can handle two people."
"Merci, Madame Lehnsherr," he said again. He knew it was unnecessary to call her that, but at the moment he desperately needed to keep reminding himself of who she was. Lord Magneto's wife. He was sure the man had killed for much less. He waited for her to step back into the pool before throwing his towel on a chair and quickly jumping in himself, as to hide the problem in his shorts that had not yet subsided. "Speakin' of, where is de homme?" he questioned.
Rogue's face turned solemn as she turned to face him, at the opposite width of the pool. "He's workin'," she said softly. "He's always workin'," she whispered so quietly that, had it not been for the echo in the pool room, he would not have heard it.
Something tugged at his heart when he saw the unhappiness on her face. He thought for a moment, mulling over whether or not he should ask his next question, before deciding to take the risk. "How did yo' duex meet, anyway?"
The question was loaded. Most people didn't know that Rogue had lived in that castle her entire life, and most people didn't know that she was Mystique, the legend's daughter. The general story that people accepted was that Rogue moved to Genosha at 18 when her powers had begun to be noticed from the humans in her home town. Here, she caught Lord Magneto's eye with her beauty and the two dated and fell in love. This was, of course, far from the truth, but it's the story she usually stuck with. Looking into the unique eyes of the Cajun man standing across from her, she could feel the truth on the tip of her tongue as opposed to the lie that usually came out so easily. Disturbed by this, she just shook her head and looked away. "Ah'd rather not talk about it if ya don't mind."
It was clear to Remy that something was off about the widely known story of the couple, but he kept his mouth shut, accepting her wish. From there, they got into lighter conversations, quickly realizing that, as opposite as they may be, they always shared a lot of similarities.
"Ah think Ah remember Pietro mentionin' that you're the one with the incessant card shufflin'. Do ya play poker?"
"Do I play? Chére, yo' lookin' at a world class poker player. De best!"
Rogue rolled her eyes for what must've been the tenth time in 20 minutes at the man's arrogance. "Well, we'll have to play sometime and see if that's true, Swamp Rat," she dared, using the nickname she had so recently dubbed him that he swore he hated, but really loved.
"Anytime, if yo' t'ink yo' up for de challenge," he said huskily as he slowly walked closer to her. They had each been gradually closing the gap between them until they met at the middle of the shallow end of the pool. Remy, wet hair slicked to his forehead and a burning fire in his eyes finally closed the gap completely, angling his head down towards her, their bodies a breath away from touching. He clenched and unclenched his jaw, never breaking her gaze. Thoughts of both lust and his untimely demise played back and forth, weighing the option of attempting to take her right there. He could slam her up against the side of the pool and ravage her, praying that no one walked in.
Something growing hard and hot against her hip broke her from her daze. "Ah, um. Yeah, sure, Remy. Ah just, Ah've got to go now. Dinner with Erik," she mumbled before making a break for the pool steps, grabbing her belongings and racing out of the room before Remy could even gather his words. He stood, abandoned, in the pool, confused and aching in all of the wrong areas. He wasn't sure if the aching was worse in his loins or in his heart. They both meant bad news, but he knew of a way to get rid of one. He exited the pool, wrapping a towel around his waist and headed out, oblivious to the eyes that had been watching the couple with a mischievous grin.