Sorry about slow uploads! My computer and I haven't been getting along..

For example.. I was typing this chapter and it started telling me that words like AT, AND, FACE, and other things weren't words. I was very confused. As it turns out.. it was set in French mode. WTF, right? It switched over when I put in some French. So, I can't do much of that. Sorry..

Anyways, here! Sorry for mistakes.

Chapter 7

Rogue woke up to the sounds of people moving downstairs. But she drifted back to sleep. She was ridiculously tired and didn't feel the urge to get up.

Half an hour later she woke again, this time feeling more like she could move around and get up.

She turned over on her side and came face to face with Remy. She almost screamed because she forgot what happened and where she was.

Thank God he's asleep!

She turned over to the other side to look at his clock. 8:48.

Shit! We had a danger room session with Logan at 8:30!

"Ugh!" she grunted and flipped over on her back. Pain shot threw her abdomen.

"Ouch! Shit!" she muttered.

"Having issues, Cherie?" someone whispered a few inches from her face.

Rogue turned her head to the side to see Remy's face.

"Just a little." She muttered.

He smirked then asked "What time is it?"

"8:50. Logan's gonna kill me!" she groaned.

"Jus' tell him you're havin'… women problems or somethin' like that." He suggested while getting out of bed.

"I think it'll be a little suspicious when you don't show up either." Rogue countered. She felt a slight blush overcome her as she watched his naked form stand up.

He replied while putting on his boxers and pants. She was kind of glad he was facing the opposite direction. "Ah, but Cherie, I don't have to go to Logan's sessions. I just go to keep an eye out for you."

"Really?" she couldn't help but ask as she held herself up on her elbows. She made sure the sheet was covering her.

Remy turned towards her and smirked. "What? Did you think I trained? Or did ya think I went for the other filles?" ((girls))

"I- both I guess…" she said looking away.

Remy shook his head and sat back on the bed, but on the side Rogue was on.

"Rogue, I haven't paid real attention to anybody but you." Remy grimaced. He obviously wasn't good at confessions. Then he leaned in and whispered something Rogue couldn't understand.

She decided to look it up later.

For now, she watched him. He walked over to hiss dresser, pulled out a shirt, and put it on.

After he did that, he found her clothes and threw them at her. She caught them but was uncovered for a moment. She quickly covered back up but he had already seen. He chuckled.

"Cherie… there's non need to cover y'self up. Remy's already seen what there is to see."

Rogue shrugged. "Doesn't mean I can't cover up."

Remy walked into his bathroom and Rogue took the chance to jump up and put her clothes on.

She was done by the time he came back out and she walked towards the door.

"I gotta go. Logan's gonna kill me- specially if I'm coming outta your room."

But just when she was about to walk out the door, Remy grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her to him.

"See you later, Cherie." He mumbled.

"Bye Remy." She mumbled back.

She took off down the hall hoping Logan wouldn't be near so she could get to her room and shower. Hopefully a shower would get rid of Remy's scent.

She saw her door and mentally cheered. She outstretched her hand to open her door when an arm comes down in front of her, blocking her way.

"Any particular reason you smell like a dirty swamp thief?"

"Shit!" was the only thought she had as she closed her eyes and turned to face Logan.