Chapter 7:
"Remy Le beau please tell me there's another bed in this suite."
"Ya t'ink Remy won behave himself, Chere?"
"If ah know the little ah know bout Remy, he always has an agenda. What ya tryin ta pull?"
"Non. Chere Remy only got respect fa ya."
"Ah never said that. Guilty conscience?"
He chuckled and gave her a glimpse of the awe striking smile of his. If he only knew what it did to her, she'd be screwed. "Never in my life Chere."
"Ya know ya just left the third person speak, right? Is that a sign of that conscience of yours working."
"Non, never."
"Liar." He reached over to caress her face. "Rem..." She pulled away before he could touch her.
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" (what's wrong)
"Jus don't touch me." She watched as the pain spread across his face. "Please."
"Pourquoi?" (why)
"Ah..." She looked into his demonic eyes, she began melting when she felt the power of his stare. "Ah, can't think right when ya do that."
A smile grew on his face. "Moi. Ya serious Chere."
"Shut up ya stupid swam..." Remy wrapped his arms around her. Her mind began to swim at the thought of his touch.
Don't kiss me please. I don't want to knock you out, I don't want anymore of you in my head. Just let me in, don't kiss me.
"Chere?"
"Hmm?"
"Does dis make it hard ta t'ink?"
"Um... no."
He leaned in closer to her face. "How bout dis?"
"UM!" Her heart stopped with a big thud, she could swear that he felt it when she saw his smile grow. "Ah... there's such a thing as personal space."
"Non. Not between us chere." He wasn't even an inch from her face and she began to tremble. "Ya cold Chere?"
"Ah... well. Ah'm... Ya need ta give me some space."
"Pourquoi?"
"Ah can't breathe." His smile widened as she thought quick. "Ya smell like a full ashtray."
His eyes widened. Merde. (shit) Remy gotta take a shower.
"Je suis desole." (I'm sorry) He stepped away from her. "Remy was worried, so Remy pulled out mon (my) cigarettes."
"It's okay. We should head back ta the house, that's where ya can shower and change." No, stupid me. I can't think of Remy in the shower. WOW! Just imagine...
His long muscled body... soapy water. Oh my... shit! No I can't think like that. Remy watched as her facial expression changed from completely calm, to euphoric, to spastic, from one expression to the next in seconds.
His six pack abs, the V of his hips and... I gotta stop that. She shook herself, she couldn't think of Remy naked... at least not when they were in the same room face to face.
A flush crept onto her cheeks. He felt something deep down inside of him flip when he saw the color come to her cheeks. What could be going on in my Chere's mind that she's blushing like that? His eyes wandered from her face, to her neck, to the slight V of her shirt. I should fix that. My Chere needs to show more skin. Mental note: Remy ya need to go and get the Chere some different clothes.
He let out a small laugh at his own thoughts. If he would have let his mind wander, there's no telling how he'd be alive in the morning, if his urges wanted to let him live. "Remy got dis room til Thursday. Dat's five days from now."
"Why'd ya do that? We can't stay here that long." Long... Grrr. Stupid mind!
"What ya talkin bout Chere?"
"The Professor..." He shrugged "LOGAN!" He shrugged again, she wanted to slap him then kiss where she hit him. "School, Ah got ta go to class ya know."
"Un instant." (one moment) He walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the phone. He thinks he can charm the professor and Logan into letting me miss five days of school to spend them in a fancy hotel room, with one bed, with him. Ha! They better not.
"D'accord, merci." (okay, thanks) He hung up the phone. Aw crap!
"Chere?"
"Ha?"
"Remy talk ta de professeur."
"Okay?"
"He say dat as long as ya catch up on ya school work it be... ok."
"What?!" Her face grew white as the blood drained from it.
"Remy don think it was gon be dat easy. Shoulda asked b'for Remy kidnapped ya?"
"Ha, ha, ha. That ain't funny."
"Come on, Chere. Remy gon have ya ta himself fa five days."
"That's nice fa you. Ya sleepin in the bathtub."
"Non..." He wagged his finger at her like a disapproving adult. "Remy an de Chere gon share de bed."
"Okay, ah'll sleep in the tub."
"Ya afraid ta sleep in a bed wit me, Chere?" He stepped closer to her with every word. There was a lump rising in her throat, she felt like she was going to be sick, but the thought excited her.
"The prof. Wouldn't give in that easy, what'd ya say to em?"
"Dat Remy was gon take care a ya, dats all."
"Ha."
"Wat, ya t'ink Remy gon lie?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. To him, when she glared at him it sent a shiver down his spine. It drove him crazy.
"Depends fa what. If it's important ta ya, ya would."
"Why ya got ta t'ink like dat bout Remy?" He winked at her.
"Cause... jus cause."
"Chere, why don ya get in de shower an Remy gon bring ya some new clothes."
"No." She looked at him with semi-shock written all over her face. Is he serious?
"Why not, Chere?"
"Ah'm not the one smellin like something bad, that's you."
"Remy gon take one too, jus need ta get mon hands on some clothes."
"Like steal clothes?"
"Why ya always gotta t'ink de worst a Remy?"
"Well, ah'm sorry." He smiled triumphantly. "So what's ya plan?"
"Huh?" His eyes widened.
"Ta get the clothes we gonna wear."
"D'accord, ya got moi."
"Thought so."
To him he seen the slightest glint of disappointment in her eyes. "Jus don't get me anythin pink! He smiled wide at her, she got him.
"Go an take a shower, Remy bring in ya clothes when he get back, oui?" (yes)
"Bring em in where?" Her eyes narrowed as she saw the mischief shine in his eyes.
"De bathroom, aimer." (love)
"Yeah, like ah'm gonna let ya do that."
"Pourquoi? Chere, Remy not gon peek."
"Ya a guy an Ah don't believe a word ya jus said."
"So, den Remy leave dem out here fa ya ta get dem, oui?"
"You gonna be here?"
"Oui." He smiled.
"Ah ain't winnin this one am ah?" He shook his head. "Fine, leave em out here, ah'll come an get them."
"Oui, Chere. Remy love when ya tell him what ta do."
She rolled her eyes and shooed him from the room. Realization struck when it hit her. He don't know my size. If he gets me clothes that have enough material to count as clothes…She thought in horror.
She walked into the over sized bathroom. Seen the heart shaped whirlpool tub. "Aw how cute, ah'm surprised we don't have a circular bed with animal print sheets. Ah'm gonna kill him."
She stripped in the bathroom with the door unlocked. What would be the point of locking a door if he could unlock it within seconds anyways. The shower was three feet wide and three feet long. The glass was frosted, but the shape of the person could still be seen, just not clearly.
Remy walked down the hall. He had been through her things so many times he had all her sizes committed to memory. She was slender, but very curvy. She was Just Remy's type.
Them clothes my Chere wears do her no justice. Remy'll fix that. Remy bumped into a rich looking man, his hand quickly and carefully reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his wallet. "'Scuse moi." He was so practiced he took an engagement ring off a woman's finger without her even knowing it. He loved to watch the reaction when they finally realized they had lost something. It was hilarious.
On his way out of the lobby he bumped into seven other people, good thing for him it was crowded. On the street he bumped into twelve more people. New York was an expensive place after all.
He walked into a unisex clothing boutique. He found himself some jeans, t-shirts, slacks, button downs, socks and two pairs of shoes. He walked over to the women's clothes and a sales girl came over to him.
"May I help you?" She looked down at his casual clothes, boots and a trench coat.
He looked into her eyes and worked his magic. "Oui. Lookin fa somet'in dat would look good on a joli femme." (beautiful woman)
The girl looked deep into his eyes with lust and awe. "Ya understand me mignon?" (pretty)
"Is it for your sister?" She twisted a lock of her hair around her index finger and bit her bottom lip.
"Non. No, it's fa my Chere."
"If you look over here, there are a bunch of cocktail dresses. Over here are some jeans, slacks, skirts, blouses and t-shirts."
"Merci petite." He walked over to the clothes. What did he want to see her in? He shied away from the bright and light colors, not wanting her to rip his head off. He seen a pink skirt and laughed. No... I can't she's gonna kill me. Merde! Gotta do it.
He arrived back to their room. The scent that rushed him was intoxicating. It was her. He dropped the bags on the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. It was stronger.
He opened the door quietly. The scent smacked him in the face, he stood there drugged. Every bit of her turned his world on its head. Now her scent was drawing him closer to the shower door. He had to resist the urge to rip off his clothes and join her. Remy forced himself leave the bathroom.
He sat on the bed and threw himself back into its cushioning. That close. I was that close to seeing... Merde! He looked down at his pants. You don't need to be thinking. He looked back up to the ceiling.
"Remy." His heart stopped. Please tell me… are there robes in the bathroom?
He sat up and looked at her glistening skin. Her hair was soaked, but had started to come to life. There were waves and ringlets starting to form. He took in a deep breath. "Oui, Chere?"
"Ah'm havin a bad case a nudity. Can ah get the clothes?"
He just stared at her for a moment. Hair not done, make up not on, no clothes just a towel and nothing else.
"Oui tu etre? Here." (yes you are) He couldn't help but stare at her. He had never seen her like that, she looked absolutely beautiful. Underneath it all she was still drop dead gorgeous... and nervous.
Rogue grabbed the bag and headed back into the bathroom. She put it down on the counter, pulled out several shirts that were pretty nice. Under them there were jeans... dread hit as she checked the size. How the hell does he know what size I am?
There was a knock at the door. "Chere?" He gave her a moment and poked his head in.
"Remy?"
"Remy doubt ya gonna be comfortable in ya clothes wit out dese." He handed her a bigger bag than the ones he gave her before.
"What's this?"
"Ya gon figure it out, ya bright Chere."
He closed the door and she opened the bag. In the bedroom he heard her laughing, it was a bag full of underwear, all bras and panties chosen by Remy. The smile on his face grew every entertaining second.
She walked out of the room wearing a deep purple long sleeved shirt, blue jeans and socks. "What ya think?"
"Tres belle." (very beautiful) He looked down at her bare feet. "Where ya shoes?"
"Ya ain't getting me in them death traps, ah'll walk around in my bare feet."
"Remy gon take a shower, peek if ya like. When Remy get out we gon go out."
"Where?"
"Ya gon find out, jus wait. Like Remy said, peek if ya like." A flush rose in her cheeks once he uttered the words and she was tempted.
When Remy got out of the bathroom he had his towel wrapped low on his hips. His skin shimmered with droplets of water across his tanned skin. He seen what she was watching and winked.
"So Chere, did ya peek?"
She broke free from the spell that was a nearly naked Remy. "Like ya that good lookin." And he was, he so was. He looked though the bags and found an outfit. He ripped off his towel and threw it at her. She sat still as the towel blocked her view of him in all his naked glory. She really wished she had the balls to peek, but she didn't.
When he pulled the towel off her face, he greeted her with a frown. He was sad she didn't look, he really wanted her to. He wore a burgundy fitted t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. His outfit accentuated every ripple of muscle on his body and it made her heart hammer in her abused chest.
"Ya ready ta go Chere?" He smiled that crooked sexy smile and she needed to brace herself. What had she gotten herself into with the gorgeous Cajun.
AN: How'd ya like it? I put a LOT of humor in this, I think. If I didn't aw well, I tried. Lost of naked chaos, don't ya just love it? Romyness. R&R.