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Chapter 8
"Ah know ah said I wouldn sugah but ah gotta ask where the hell are ya takin meh?" Rogue asked her eyes blindfolded so that she had no idea where they were. They had left the car back at the edge of the woods and that's when she lost track of where they were.
"Don you trus me cherie?" he asked, she could practically feel his smirk.
"At this very instant, no!" Rogue grunted almost tripping again.
"Jus hold on one more minute cherie, we almost dere," Remy said very quiet and seductively.
Rogue kept quiet but she really was getting anxious and she was terrified she'd trip and break her ankle. Though the idea of Remy having to carry her all the way back to the car made her smile a little, till she almost tripped again and snapped out of her reverie.
Finally Rogue felt two strong hands rest on her shoulder forcing her to stop. Surprisingly she found that her heart was racing as his hands began working on the little knot on the back of the blindfold. What was even more shocking was that when it was removed she still had her eyes clamped shut.
"Cherie it time to open your eyes now."
The only response Rogue gave was a slight shake of her head, "Ah'm too afraid of what it is."
Remy chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder, "Remy promise dat he wouldn't bring his cherie if his cherie wouldn' like it. Common Roguey, I'm hungry."
"Fahne," Rogue said bluntly before taking in a sharp breath, a sudden vision of home came to her head and hot tears stung the back of her eyes. They were in the middle of nowhere on the top of a hill, with a full moon and stars overhead, and a lovely old fashioned picnic set up.
"Ya really went all out didn' ya Cajun," Rogue said as he took her gloved hand and led her to red checkered blanket. She wanted to wipe the smile off her face but she couldn't. The warm night reminded her of Mississippi and although the Cajun was from Louisiana he was a nice little touch to everything.
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"Lance," shrieked Kitty from the passenger seat of his car, the hand tickling her stomach, "That's like enough!"
"I don't think so," Lance replied continuing his tickle attack, Kitty had the sweetest laughter on the planet and both forgot about the movie as they played silly games like they had when they were little kids. But the kiddie games didn't last for long.
"I like win!" Kitty cried as she managed to give Lance a wet willie, it wasn't until after her triumph that she realized she was straddling Lance. Unable to hide a blush she tried to squirm away from him but before she could move his lips crashed into hers.
Kitty leaned into him and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. Kissing Lance was complete bliss; she didn't even mind that they were in the middle of drive in where everyone could see them. What did bother her was a snobby Jean, who walked by and whispered to Scott, "Told you they were all sluts."
Unsure of what came over he Kitty reached for the car door and flung it open, getting off Lance she stepped to the ground and put one hand on her hip, "If you got something to say Grey, then like say it to my face!"
The tall red head turned around, her face the color of her hair, "What did you just say to me?"
"I said," repeated Kitty as Lance stepped out of the car and just watched Kitty in shock, "if you have something to say then like say it to my face right here right now!"
Jean took a few steps toward Kitty, "Well let me start out by saying that you and your little goth friend are little sluts! But now the best part is I can say your cheerleading sluts, you'll both fit the criteria perfectly. Sadly though Rogue beat you to it Kitty, she was in Remy's pants this Saturday night." By then everyone was out of their cars and were circling the girls.
"Just like you would've been in Scott's if you hadn't like totally passed out. Smooth move Jean, get drunk, and lead your boyfriend, who already has like a hard enough time getting an erection with that tiny dick of his, on and just passing out. Let me tell you that is like totally pathetic!"
"You're the pathetic one Kitty!" shouted Jean. "Look at you your sitting in a truck Frenching with Alver's. At least Scott has something to offer me, what's Lance got other than his lame brain. He's a total loser!"
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Scott cringed as he watched his girlfriend get beat up by a sophomore who was twice as small as her. Nobody had expected a fight, but after Jean's comment about Lance being a loser Kitty just sort of punched like a cat and knocked a good one into Jean's nose.
Now Jean was on the ground suffering through a serious of hard punches and Scott decided that things were getting way out of hand.
"Get off her!" Scott said walking over and grabbing Kitty by the arm, pushing her out of the way.
As he helped up Jean he couldn't help but notice the nasty blue bruise that was forming on her eye while her nose was bleeding and her lip was cracked. He wasn't so much concerned for her health but rather if she could heel in time for school pictures. But Scott was a gentleman and lifted Jean in his arms and walked off, the whole school laughing at their backs.
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Ororo was standing in a towel as she came to the door. She had shouted for whoever it was to wait a moment, but when they began pounding she feared for her doors safety.
She only became angrier when she saw it was Logan, "What do you want?" she asked bitterly.
"I came to talk about what the Professor said," Logan replied.
"I'm just a little busy Logan."
"Well then I'll be quick," Logan said, "I was thinking of proposing the idea to the Professor about opening an Institution."
She didn't want to be but Ororo was intrigued and instead of slamming the door in his face she let him in. "What do you mean by an Institution?"
"I mean a place where we can shelter mutants, give them a home, train them, and help them with their powers; I just really want to help these kids Stormy."
"I told you not to call me that Logan," Ororo snapped before continuing, "What do you mean by train them?"
"I mean the exact same thing Xavier did with us; teach them how to fight so they can use their powers for the better good and help mutants and humans a like."
Ororo took a moment to think, "That actually is an amazing plan Logan. I just don't feel like thinking about it right now," she said taking her hands to her temples, she had developed a headache all of a sudden.
When Logan stood behind her and his rough hands took the place of hers she knew she needed to tell him to stop, but he was doing a really good job. She didn't want to get hurt anymore than she had already had and was about to pull away as his hands made there way to her waist and his lips pressed against her neck.
"Stay the night," Ororo whispered, hoping for some sort of verbal response, she wanted to know where he stood with the situation between them. But all she got was a slight moan as his hands slipped the towel from her body.
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"Sorry I like ruined the night Lance," said Kitty holding a tissue to her bleeding lip. It was nothing compared to what she had done to Jean, but it still hurt.
Lance didn't respond he just looked at his hands. Kitty was sure she had blown it between them, how lady like to get into a cat fight on the firs date. But after a few minutes of silence Lance finally spoke and what he said shocked her, "You the first and only person to ever stick up for me Katherine. Why'd you do it?"
"Other than Jean's like a total bitch," Kitty said harshly before she took a much softer tone, "I did it because I love you Lance and you're not a loser."
"Do you mean that?" he asked looking into he brown sparkling eyes.
"Of course I do," replied Kitty leaning in to give him a light kiss on the lips, which began to deepen until Kitty had to pull back. Touching her lip Kitty said lightly, "That girl had a set of nails on her." Lance just chuckled and took Kitty into his arms, neither felt like going home just yet.
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"Ya did not!" protested Rogue.
"Yes moi did!"
"No ya didn't!" Rogue said falling back to the grass as she continued to laugh. It was something she had been doing all evening. They had been swapping stories about the south and Remy had just gotten done telling her about how he had been playing on the rocks of the bayou and one of the rocks turned out to be a gator. Supposedly he had grabbed it by the mouth and he had gone into serious details about the wresting match they had. Though Rogue was denying it she could see Remy doing something like that.
Taking the last sip of his champagne Remy move over to Rogue and straddled her waist as she continued to laugh. He defiantly preferred this side of her; he was hoping that it wasn't just the alcohol that made her loosen up.
"Get off meh," she tried to say bitterly but was unable to quit laughing, "Ah'll go commando on your sorry ass."
"Remy would absolutely love dat cherie."
"Should've figured," Rogue said hitting him hard on the chest, "now get off meh!"
"Never!" said Remy sliding his hand along one of her legs.
"Back to this game are we," said Rogue whose face immediately blushed with the tingling sensation she felt a he continued to stroke his hand along her leg.
"Ain't no game cherie," whispered Remy, "dis Cajun fallin' for you."
This made Rogue sigh and her smile faded, "Remy how long do ya think this will last? Ah mean common who wants to be with someone who can't touch?"
"Remy does," he said letting his hands move to her hips.
"But see we can't even touch an ya still tryin to get your hands all over meh, there's only so much you can do with a layer of clothing Remy."
"I know that," he said very seriously, "an I don't care, listen Rogue I don't dink you understand where I'm coming from, an so let me explain. I'm not goin to deny dat I've been wit a lot of women, cause I have, more den I can count," Rogue wasn't happy with the thought but she was happy he was honest, "but none of dem ever make me feel like dis. After one night wit some pretty random girl I'm tired of dem. Dey jus don have what you got Roguey," he said taking a strand of her white hair between his fingers and kissing it. "Your eyes are shinnin emeralds dat I want to keep as mine foreva, I can't get enough of you Rogue. Ever since I first saw you walkin up in English class I've been infatuated wit you an when you didn' give in like most girls I thought of you as a challenge, but you so much more cherie." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles then her palm, "Your worth earnin an your defiantly worth keepin. So don you for one second dink dat touchin had anythin to do wit this."
Rogue swallowed hard holing back the tears that were threatening her. Every part of her mind was telling her to back away now, that this was dangerous territory, and that not only could she get hurt but he could as well. But something about his shinning red eyes, his lovely Cajun accent, and his entire being seemed to seduce her into wanting him unlike she had never wanted anyone in her whole life.
As he moved to his side she leaned up against him and buried her head into his chest. She felt him kiss the top of her head and before she slipped off into sleep she heard him ask, feeling the smirk, "How bout you stay de night at Remy's again?"
Rogue smiled slightly before she yawned, "Wouldn' wanna be anywhere else Swamp Rat."
