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ChamberlinofMusic : thanks. And yes poor Remy.
Shaylrose : uh sorry for the confusion. That comment was directed to Remy not Scott. I should have been clearer.
The Duplicitous One : I agree Romy forever.
tfobmv18 : um . . . no real reason as to why. I just always thought that eventually Scott would get the job. He was after all leader of the younger team. Who knows what the Professor's intentions are.
jadeDino : (6) thank you
jadeDino : (5) thanks. I'm happy that I could make you laugh
Jigsaw 19 : um well you were polite in your opinion and I respect that. As to your complaint, everything has been done before. This story is not meant to be the most original in the world. All I am trying to do is have fun writting about this couple that I personally love and share it with others who feel the same. You do not have to read it if you do not like it, but I write how I write. But, thank you for expressing your feelings politly. that is rare and appreciate that.
Fostersb : I did not think of that, but I'm sure Remy would find that scene hillarious. Of course there is the making fun of the French accents. I wonder how he will take that.
AshmandaLC : thank you
Wanda W : thanks, and yeah just love to hate Jean. Logan was definitly laughing on the inside
The problem with carefully laid down plans is that they never work they way you intend. Rogue was not even slightly surprised when Scott's plan fell apart the moment they entered the warehouse. Things happened quickly and forced the participants to make fast decisions. Wolverine went right for Scott, which was not a surprising outcome. The older Canadian had been dying to knock down Scott from his high horse for weeks. Scott was trying unsuccessfully to hit Wolverine with his beam only to have Logan dodge each one and slowly advance towards him. Jean and Storm were both fighting Hank. It seemed that Mr. McCoy was giving the experienced weather witch and the telepath a run for their money. He was working the angle of keeping then busy. That of course left Rogue to try and get the vase. She could see clearly it was not sitting upon the lighted pedestal, which meant only one thing. The klepto had swiped it.
Rogue ventured away from the fighting and into the offices inside the warehouse at a cautious crouch. It was nearly impossible to see in the dark. This put her at a disadvantage since Remy could see well at night with his eyes. She listened intently as she walked forward using her hand against the wall to direct her. Hearing was her only useful sense at the moment, but Rogue knew she would not have to wait long for him to attack. Rogue knew without any doubt Remy could not resist. She was a lost lamb from the herd . . . too tempting for a wolf like him. When he attacked she would be ready. Rogue had a few tricks up her sleeve, and she had no problem fighting dirty.
The soft rustle of fabric was the only warning Rogue received before Remy pushed her roughly against the wall. He pinned her hands above her head and forced himself between her legs to prevent her from kicking him where it would hurt. Rogue blinked and then struggled in his grip. She was not trying to escape . . . yet. For now she was using her body to feel for the vase. All she could see of the Cajun was his glowing red eyes and the shine off his teeth in the pale moonlight. His smell infiltrated her nose and made it hard to think clearly.
"Remy believe he caught somethin' in his web, non?" he asked. Rogue could feel his breath on her neck and suppressed the urge to shiver. She was satisfied that he had hidden the vase somewhere. It had to be nearby because it was not on him. With that knowledge, she relaxed in his grip. Remy seemed surprised by her action and almost let go of her arms.
"Ah guess you have. Now what are ya gonna do?" she asked mustering her sexiest voice.
"Merde . . . dis is a trick . . . oui?" Remy said his voice suddenly huskier than usual and pressed his body more against hers, but only where there would be no skin contact. Rogue's uniform was designed to protect others from her skin unless she decided otherwise. Remy knew he was falling into her trap, but did not seem to care. For a moment Rogue felt a twinge of guilt, but hey, all was fair in war and danger-room simulations right? Therefore, she moved towards his face with only centimeters in between their lips. Rogue was dimly aware of her pounding heart; however it was in the background of her mind something to reflect on later. She had a plan and a mission. Remy wanted to get close to her and now she was going to teach him why that was not a good idea. The next instant Rogue pressed her lips gently against his. She was caught completely off guard when Remy's lips pressed more firmly against hers before the pressure of his body melted away as he fell to the ground. His lips had been soft and warm, and Rogue unconsciously touched her gloved fingers to her lips as his memories flooded into her.
The first thought that entered her mind was his last conscious one. He had know she was tricking him and that kissing her back was stupid, but as he felt her soft lips the only thing Remy LeBeau thought was that it was worth it. Rogue blushed and glanced down at the now unconscious man. She could see clearly in the dark with his eyes. She also felt his more prominent ability tingling in her finger tips. Rogue sifted through the scattered and seemingly random memories for what she had hoped to gain.
Glancing around she found the bench Remy had hidden the vase underneath. Rogue got on her knees and reached in the darkness with confident fingers. Carefully she pulled out the ceramic vase with a wicked smile playing on her lips. Rogue then pushed the intercom button on her wrist watch transmitting her message to all the danger-room participants.
"Game over, Rogue got the vase," she said proudly. Wolverine growled loudly as the simulation disbursed and returned to the brilliant white of the danger-room. Rogue's eyes instantly adjusted, which was something she did not know the Cajun could do. So wearing the shades all the time was only to look good she mused while standing from her crouch. The other x-men were in various stages of dishevel as Rogue looked around. Logan had managed to tear his uniform. Storm looked positively exhausted and was leaning against Logan for support. Jean was crouched over a barely conscious Scott with an expression of pain evident on her face. Scott was sitting on the ground breathing heavily, which made Rogue smile. That would definitely put him in his place for a while . . . and the fact that she had not only beaten Gambit, but had also secured the vase for their team was just perfect. Rogue turned to Beast who was smiling smugly.
"Rogue think Gambit a besoin de vous l'aide," she said to Beast. (he needs your help). The former chemistry teacher only stared at Rogue with that expression he got when he was regarding someone or something like an intriguing specimen. However, after that moment he went towards the still and unconscious Cajun.
"I did not know you knew French Rogue," Beast said after checking Remy for a pulse. That was when Rogue realized her mistake. That was the problem with her powers and prolonged contact. It meant that the person stuck with her more strongly and longer. She thought about lying, but that was stupid. Why should she care what they thought?
"Rouge absorbed Remy," she said with a small shrug. She heard Logan laugh, which instantly earned him a small jab in the ribs from Storm. Beast seemed as if he was going to comment further, but instead scooped Remy into his arms. That would humiliate the Cajun when he woke . . . having to be carried. Rogue then tried to reach into a pocket on a coat that did not exist for a deck of cards to shuffle. She hated feeling confused as to who she was after an absorption. She needed a cigarette . . . wait that was not right. Remy smoked?
Jean tried to help Scott up then, but he shooed her helping hands away before standing on his own. They guy did not take a bruised ego well. So Rogue did the only thing a girl in her position could do. She walked over to him with the intention of bruising him up some more. Scott seemed surprised by her approach. She placed the plain ceramic vase in his hand.
"Still want Rogue to do extra sessions?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh . . . um . . . no that's fine Rogue. You did great today . . . don't worry about it," Scott stammered. It did not take long though for him to regain his composure. "Good work everyone. That will be it for today. Beast could you take Gambit down to the medic wing?"
Beast nodded as everyone began to file out. Rogue was at the end of the procession her mind deep in thought. She was trying to sort through Remy's memories looking for any tidbit about her. She had gained a lot of memories . . . but nothing about her other than his thought on their kiss. She wondered if he had somehow been able to block some of his memories from her.
As she filled into the elevator with the others she caught Beast rubbing something off Remy's face . . . his lips to be precise. Rogue froze in horror just staring at the blue ape-like man. Mr. McCoy smile and winked at her before turning to say something to Scott. Rogue signed in relief. Why had she not though about her lipstick? Of course it would show up on the Cajun. She thanked God that it was Beast who found it and not someone else. Rogue turned slightly to find Logan giving her a calculating look.
"You okay kid?" he asked while slipping his arm around Storm's waist. He had probably smelled her sudden fear.
"Oui, Rogue is fine," she lied still using the Cajun's dialect. Wolverine looked from Remy back to her as if trying to draw to a conclusion. A low grunt came from his throat letting her know how much he bought her lie.
"Whatever you say stripes," Logan said. "You're still helping me with the munchkins right?"
"Oui," Rogue promised. She knew that Logan suspected something, but thankfully he never poked his nose somewhere unless he had absolute proof.
Okay this is my 7th chapter. So what do you think? Remy and Rogue have their technical second kiss, but the first in the story. Next chapter we will get some plot in this story. Something is coming and the x-men have no idea. How will they handle? How will Rogue? Well please review and let me know what you think.