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Chapter 8

Fear gripped Remy's heart with icy, skeletal fingers as he trailed down Rogue's throat, searching fro a pulse and although he was relieved to find one, he was terrified to find that she was no longer breathing.

"C'mon, bebe," he made one more attempt to awaken her before he had to start CPR. "Wake up."

Suddenly he felt her move and her knee jerked up between his legs and stopped just shy of doing some serious damage. Remy looked down at her knee, then back up at her face and was met by barely contained laughter in her dark, green eyes.

"Merde!" Remy whispered as Rogue slowly slid her leg back down. "What de hell ya think ya doin'?"

"Ah coulda grabbed an' twisted but Ah didn't reckon y'd like that."

"An' y' were right," Remy's face swiftly turned angry. "What was wit' y' scarin' me half t' death?!"

"Sorry," Rogue shrugged. "Ah was just demonstratin'."

"Demonstratin'?"

"Yeah, now are you satisfied that Ah can take care o' mahself or do Ah have ta kick y' ass again?"

"Who's on top a whom, here?"

Rogue rolled her eyes and sighed before tucking her knees in and kicking Remy square in the chest and off of her, to land flat on his back. He was so stunned at her actions that he did not get up fast enough to stop her from sitting on his chest and bringing her knees down on his shoulders, making any movements of his arms rather painful.

"Y' kicked me," he accused.

"Y' underestimated me," she answered. "Now who's on top, shugah?"

"Are we back ta dis issue?"

"No, but Ah- umph!"

Remy swung his legs up and wrapped them around her torso, trapping her arms at her sides and tried to drag her down but she was able to lock her legs around his head, trapping his head between her knees and they rolled to their side, panting for air, obviously at an impasse.

"Dat all ya got?" Remy asked, although he was enjoying his location very much.

"Not even close, swamp rat!"

"Y' at a disadvantage here, chere."

"Why is that?"

"'Cause I got y' arms trapped an' mine are free to roam," he smirked as his hands went to the juncture of her thighs. Before he could do more, she clamped her knees together hard around his head.

"Shit!" Remy hissed and withdrew his hands.

"Y'all are weird," an unexpected voice came from above them.

Rogue and Remy looked up to see Philippe leaning over the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, shaking his head slowly.

"Don't ya knock?" Remy asked, indignantly but made no move to release his wife.

"I did," Philippe said. "Dere was no answer. I guess y' didn't hear me. Uddawise occupied, I see."

"How long were ya standin' dere?"

"Not long."

"So ya didn't see me kick his ass?"

"Sadly, non. But I b'lieve you, Anna."

"She didn' kick m' ass."

"Sure she didn'."

"But she did kick me in de chest."

"Big baby," Rogue muttered.

"Remy, let y' wife up," Philippe was desperately wishing he had a camera with him. This was definitely a Kodak moment.

"Why should I-?"

"Jus' do it, ya big baby!" Philippe nudged him with his foot.

"Whose side are y' on?" Remy growled as he released Rogue.

"Anna's," Philippe helped Rogue to her feet once she had unlocked her legs from Remy's head. "She be much betta lookin' den you."

"Den I let her tell y' dat she don' wanna go out t'day," Remy grumbled as he stood up and rubbed a few sore spots.

"Ah didn't say that," Rogue shot back. "Ah jus' said that Ah didn't need a chaperone."

"Non," Philippe agreed. "But Mina does."

"So dat's what y' after," Remy said, crossing his arms across his chest. "Y' wanna spend mo' time wit' Mina."

"Who's Mina?" Rogue looked from Remy to Philippe for an explanation. "An' what does she have ta do with mah leavin' this apartment?"

"Amina is Philippe's fiancé," Remy told her. "She de daughter o' Salah, de head o' de Moroccan branch. What y' tryin' ta pull, Philippe."

"I ain' pullin' nut'in," Philippe protested. "It be true dat Mina an' I don' get ta spend a whole lotta time t'gether but I meant it when I tol' you dat ya can't keep Anna locked up like dis. Salah offer ta escort Anna 'round personally an' he be bringin' Mina wit' him."

"Why don't you get to spend time with her?" Rogue asked Philippe.

"It be a cultural t'ing," Philippe told her. "Most o' our visits are supervised."

"'Cept fer de late night visits, eh, Philippe?"

"An' wit' her pere being who he is," Philippe ignored his cousin's comment and continued. "She be a target, goin' out on her own while she unmarried."

"I don't understand," Rogue said. "What does her not being married have to do with anything?"

"Whoever marries her will one day control de Moroccan branch," Philippe explained. "Since Salah had no sons and dis culture bein' as male dominated as it is, Salah made arrangements wit' Jean Luc fer someone in our fam'ly ta marry Mina. Both t' keep her safe an' ta ensure de survival of dis branch. Dey pick me."

"Y'all are sure into th' arranged marriage thing," Rogue said, with one delicate brow raised. "Does it always work out?"

"Most o' de time," Philippe answered. "Dis isn't de life f'r jus' anyone an' dey all usually have a good sense o' duty about it."

"It just seems so cold," Rogue said uncertainly.

"What about us, chere?"

"We're different, Remy."

"Are we? I assure you, mon amour," Remy leaned against the bar and smirked at his cousin. "Philippe an' de lovely Mina are quite enthusiastic about dis arrangement."

"In any event," Philippe turned his attention back to Rogue. "Mina will be comin' to Naw'lins after we be married for a little while an' I jus' thought if she already know someone over dere aside from me an' Remy. . ."

"Ah get it, Ah get it," Rogue said nodding. "When do they get here?"

"Dey'll be here wit'in de hour."

"Then Ah betta go get ready ta go out," Rogue gave both men a smile and headed into the bedroom.

A few moments later, Rogue was standing in front of her closet clad in a pair of jeans and her bra, trying to decide what top to wear when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. She let out a giggle as her husband began to nuzzle at her neck.

"That feels nice," she said, leaning back into him. Then as a naughty smile crept over her face as she said: "Who is it?"

"What?" Remy growled, playfully.

Rogue laughed and turned to face him, not breaking out of his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up into his lovely red on black eyes.

"Have Ah told you how beautiful Ah think your eyes are?"

He blinked, a bit taken aback. No one had ever said anything of the kind to him before. At best they accepted them and at worst, they called him a freak or a demon. He was nearly stoned once and here this beauty, with the greenest, loveliest eyes that would put the most exquisite emerald to shame, and she was calling his demon eyes beautiful. The only way he could think to respond was to kiss her, he had no words to answer her with so he put what he felt into his kiss and she responded in kind. When necessity and the lack of oxygen compelled them, they broke apart.

"Ah better finish gettin' ready, shugah," she said, stoking his cheek.

"I'm sorry I underestimated you," Remy told her, not ready to let go just yet. "I was jus' tryin' ta keep you safe. If anyt'ing ev'r happened to you, I don't know what I- "

"Ah know," Rogue put her fingers to his lips. "Ah know, shugah."

"How about I take you out tonight?" Remy kissed her forehead and then her nose. "Jus' you an' me in a candlelit booth, eating some exquisite Moroccan food?"

"Ah'd like that," Rogue said still gazing up at him. "Ya know we've never been out on a proper date."

"Dat a fac'?" Remy kissed her chin. "We jus' have to rectify dat, eh?"

He kissed her again. They were still kissing when Salah and Amina arrived, and their guests had to wait out in the living room with Philippe for a few moments but neither Rogue nor Remy cared much.