A/N: Hello again everybody! How you all doing? Here's the next installment of our continuing adventure! Hope ya like!

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"Scott came in durin' the poker game?" Rogue asked incredulously. "He musta saw the alcohol. How did we get outa trouble fohr it?"

Remy shrugged. "Oh, y' know, dere were a lotta pretty girls dere t' distract him."

Rogue's eyes widened. "Oh mah God, lihke Alison or Tabitha started hittin' on him? An' he was distracted enough that everyone got away?"

"Somet'ing like dat."

"What a pervert!" Rogue exclaimed. "Ah'm appalled!"

"If only y' remembered seein' it." Remy responded with a wry grin. "It was very disturbin'."

"Ah bet." Rogue shook her head. "Ah have a disturbin' mental picture now ta go with it."

"Dat's pretty much how I felt." Remy agreed. "Anyway, chere, I was dinkin' dat—" Remy cut himself off as Rogue yelped in surprise and fear. A hand had reached out of a classroom door and effortlessly snatched her off her feet, dragging her into the room too. Remy barely had enough time to turn and see Logan's infuriated expression before the door slammed behind them, cutting him off. Remy tried the handle and saw that it was locked. "Shit!" Who knows what de homme's doin' t' her in dere?! His alarming response was a scream.

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Rogue was yanked into the empty classroom and thrown up against the wall as Logan slammed and locked the door behind him. Disoriented from her thrashing, Rogue didn't gain her wits in time before Logan was pinning her against the wall with one arm and fixing his free hand around her throat. "You think you're gunna sleep with Rogue and get away with it, Cajun?! You think she's just like your other sluts?! Think again, you rat!"

"Logan!" Rogue gasped desperately, fighting for breath. "Ya don't understand!"

"Oh, I understand alright, punk. This is going to mark the day of your last sexual encounter with any girl." He took his hand away from her throat and flexed his fist. His claws came out with a menacing snick and he began lowering the clawed fist to Rogue's sensitive member. Rogue's eyes widened and she screamed girlishly. He smiled cruelly. "I'm going to enjoy being the one who makes you impotent."

"No!" Rogue cried out in extreme alarm, struggling in Logan's grasp. "No, Logan! Don't do this!"

Logan's expression curled. "I'll tear ya to pieces for messing with her, bub." He pulled back his hand, ready to castrate her.

"NO!" Rogue shouted frantically. She reached out her hand and grabbed the top of his jeans. They started to glow magenta. Logan jumped in surprise, but Rogue kept her grip on him tightly, aware of what would happen if she let go. "If Ah'm castrated, so are you." Logan kept his claws out and watched her with narrowed eyes, but he didn't move. She breathed heavily, lightly sweating as she maintained the explosion. "Listen ta me, Logan. Ah'm not who ya think Ah am. It's me—Ah'm Rogue."

Logan growled at her lowly. "What the hell are you playing at, Cajun?"

"It's true." Rogue felt the sweat rolling down her face as she fought to hold the kinetic charge. "The first tahme we met, Ah was in the back of your pickup truck an' ya threw me out before drivin' away an' stoppin' ta let me catch up. Ah told ya mah real name then, Marie, an' we argued about your seatbelt before Sabertooth attacked. Come on, Logan, Ah know ya cahn hear it in mah voice. It's me."

Logan blanched and stepped back. Rogue's eyes widened as he pulled away and she went with him, desperately still clinging to Logan's jeans. "Don't move, Logan!" She called out, strained. Logan stopped and swallowed thickly, looking down at Rogue's hand and then back up to her.

"Rogue?"

"It's me!" A droplet of sweat rolled down into Rogue's eye and made her blink rapidly. "Logan, Ah can't hold this for much longer!"

Logan just stared, openmouthed and numb.

"Logan!" Rogue yelled at him and snapped her fingers in front of his face. When that didn't work, she slapped him lightly. Logan animated after that.

"Absorb it back in!" He ordered her. "Take the charge back!"

"Ah don't know how!" Rogue screamed in frustration. "Ah can't sustain this much longer!" She glanced around the room, panicking. "Logan, take off ya pants!"

"What?"

"Goddamnit Logan, Ah can't hold this! If ya want ta keep ya parts in tack, do it already!" Eyeing her warily, Logan slowly moved to remove the kinetically charged jeans. Rogue was quickly becoming exhausted. "Faster!" She cried.

Logan redoubled his efforts and flung off his belt before unzipping his jeans. Rogue followed them to the floor and winced, looking away as she went before Logan kicked off his shoes and let her pull them off the rest of the way. Before Rogue could fling the deadly pants away herself, Logan grabbed the bomb and flung it behind him, instinctively then grabbing Rogue in a tight hug to protect her as the explosion rocked the room and pitched them both back.

Logan landed on top of Rogue heavily and she grunted in pain as three hundred pounds of adamantium skeleton and muscular man tumbled atop of her. Rogue was exhausted beyond all belief, she couldn't even lift an arm to try to roll Logan off of her. Logan himself was wincing as glass un-imbedded itself from his back and the burn wounds healed.

"Logan!" Rogue gasped under his weight.

In front of them both, the door suddenly popped open and Remy appeared in the doorway. He lifted an eyebrow at the sight of Logan in his boxers on top of Rogue. "Y' know, chere, dat agreement we had? It goes two ways too. Y' not allowed t' have spunky sex wit' muscular men either."

"Logan." Rogue huffed again. "You're crushin' me!"

Logan finally rolled off of her and sat up in a sitting position, looking between the two of them. "What the fuck is going on here?" He gazed down at Rogue with bafflement. "You—"

Rogue winced, still breathing heavily on the ground and unable to find the strength to lift her heavy limbs. "Ah'm sayin' the same thing, Logan."

Logan was still staring at her incredulously. "How long?"

"Since yesterday mornin'." Remy answered him, kneeling down at Rogue's side. "Y' okay, chere?"

"Ah jus' gotta catch mah breath."

"Speakin' o' which," Remy glanced up at Logan. "Y' stay away from dis body, homme. Dis body is only fo' filles, not gents."

"You were aroused this morning!" Logan accused out of the blue. "You came out of the same bedroom!" Rogue wore a pained expression. How did he know about that? Her face only seemed to serve out her guilt to Logan. "You had sex with him, Rogue!" Logan accused, looking sickly disgusted and appalled while managing to keep his anger all at the same time.

"No Ah didn't!" Rogue protested, watching Logan's emotions play out across his face. "Logan—eww, that's disgusting! How could ya think Ah would have sex with mah own body?!"

"Y' thought it fo' a little while." Remy reminded her.

"First I find you two literally humped up together on each other's laps, then I smell your erection and hear the groans from your room in the morning, just what the hell am I supposed to think? Can you even explain yourself, Rogue?" He looked at both of them after saying her name, still clearly not accustomed or accepting of the fact that Rogue was stuck in Remy's body.

"Ah…" Rogue was at a loss for words. "Ah was drugged last night?" She offered meekly.

"Drugged?!" Logan raged.

"Not bah Remy!" Rogue quickly clarified before Logan went to kill him too. "It was Tabitha. She was…uh, well she was lookin' fohr sex Ah suppose."

"So you slept with Remy instead?" Logan growled. "I'd rather you sleep with Tabitha! You probably gave yourself some untreatable disease—like herpes or somethin'!"

"I don' have herpes!" Remy protested defensively. "Not t' mention, herpes is one o' de treatable ones, homme."

"And Ah didn't sleep with him!" Rogue reiterated. Remy gave her a sly smile and Rogue cringed.

Logan still looked outraged and disbelieving. "Your erection?" He crossed his arms. "I smelled how aroused you were, that wasn't just a morning mistake."

Rogue gagged on her words at Logan's claim and Remy grinned salaciously. "Yeah, Rogue, what was dat about? Y' havin' fun playin' with Remy's toys?"

Rogue's jaw dropped at him. Worse yet, when she glanced over at Logan, she saw that he had the same question in his eyes. "Ah was not masturbatin' ta see Remy's rod!"

"No, you were masturbating to experiment and touch with it." Logan was glowering at Remy. "This is your fault, Cajun! She can't touch in her own body so you-you switched bodies with her to tempt her curiosity!"

"Ya actually believe him?! Logan, Ah'm not a desperate prostitute!"

"Never said you were a prostitute." Logan said gruffly. "Just that you were curious."

Rogue was appalled and disbelieving. "Ah'm not so desperate that Ah have ta play around with other people's toys ta get mah kicks!" She braced her arms against the ground and sat up, grabbing Remy's wrist and glaring at him. "Tell him the truth, Remy! Ah wasn't masturbating!"

"She wasn't masturbatin'." Remy said dryly, unconvincingly.

Rogue wanted to scream in frustration. "Remy! Bah God, Ah will let Logan clip off ya penis raght now if ya don't tell him that it's not true!"

"Whoa, calm down chere! Let's not make hasty decisions! 'M jus' kiddin', heh?" He glanced up at Logan. "She wasn't masturbatin'." He said again, this time more convincingly and not just repeating her words.

"Then what were you doing?" Logan asked suspiciously, his glare still locked on Remy.

"Ah was…" wait, what the hell do Ah say now? Ah was turned on sleepin' next ta Remy in mah body? That Remy coached me through calmin' down mah erection?

"You were…" Logan prodded.

Remy grinned widely and chuckled, knowing the thoughts that must be going through Rogue's head. Is she gunna tell 'im dat she was sleepin' next t' me an' got a little excited?

Rogue was beat red. "Nevermind. You're right, Logan, Ah was masturbatin'."

Remy hid his grin while Logan slammed a fist against the ground. "I knew it!"

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Five minutes later, Rogue was ready to kill herself. She really was. It'd be much better to die now than to suffer through any more of this humiliation. "…so it really doesn't feel much different than you'd expect, hard and ready. Though I imagine you had a difficult time getting it up. I can—"

"Logan." Rogue interrupted his coaching her on what a man's erection felt like. Cheeks still burning crimson, she couldn't imagine that hell itself would be so cruel to her. "Ah, uh…Ah understand now, thanks."

"Next time just come tell me what's wrong, Rogue. I don't like it when you feel too shy to talk to me, even when it's about this stuff."

Beside her, Remy nudged an elbow into her side. "Maybe y' jus' shoulda told him it was fo' me, heh? I dink y'd be better off wit' him tryin' t' dice me."

"Hey!" Logan growled, watching Remy close to Rogue. "You get away from her, you little explosive."

"Interestin' choice o' words." Remy half whispered. "Explosive."

"Cahn we please talk 'bout somethin' else?" Rogue asked, thoroughly humiliated. The erection itself wasn't this degradin'.

"What about dat weather heh?" Remy piped up cheerily. "Makes a fille awfully cold."

"With an outfit lihke that, no wonder." Rogue muttered darkly. The three of them came upon the kitchen then. Bobby had gotten up somewhere in-between leaving the room and the confrontation with Logan. He was now seated at the kitchen table, drably munching on some cheerios. He looked up as they came in.

"Hello, snowpuff!" Remy greeted cheerily. Rogue didn't say anything and Logan just grunted before heading to the refrigerator for his stash of beer.

"Rogue." Bobby put his spoon down. "Um, I was actually hoping we could…talk."

Rogue sighed heavily. Remy glanced in her direction and she shrugged. "Do what ya want." Bobby stood and began heading towards the door. Remy followed him.

Remy walked outside with Bobby and sighed as Bobby waited for the door to shut behind them. Bobby turned around sharply and glared at Remy. "What the hell do you think this is, Rogue? How the hell did Remy get you to agree to go out with him?"

Remy smiled. Let's have some fun wi'h dis. "Oh Bobby!" Remy swooned. "He's soo sexy an' he's got that beautiful square-cut jaw an' the most gorgeous abs yah've ever seen! Ah mean, really, you should feel them—"

Bobby interrupted, looking highly disturbed. "So what? Remy's the rebound guy?"

"He's no rebound guy." Remy shook his head. "He's ma boyfriend, Bobby, an' y' respect that."

"He's not good for you, Rogue!"

Excuse me? With people like dis totally dissin' me, it's no wonder Roguey hasn't gone fo' me. "Remy's a great guy!" Remy protested. "He's nice an' he compliments me all the time! Yah have no say in who Ahh see, Bobby. An' I don' like y' moseying in ma business!"

Bobby looked taken aback. "Remy's a great guy?" He snorted. "The man sleeps with a new girl every other night, Rogue! I room with the guy, I know! If he doesn't break your heart simply by being himself, he's sure to infect you with some sort of disease!"

Why does everyone accuse me o' having diseases?! All dese hommes are jus' jealous. Bobby especially so, now dat Roguey an' me are 'goin' out.' "Ya jus' don't know him." Remy snapped, angered at Bobby's accusations.

"And you do?" Bobby challenged. "How long have you been with him now, Rogue? 'Cause if it's been over a month, I can tell you that he slept with another girl that short ago! He's using you, Rogue."

"'M not—" You're Rogue, Rogue! Not Remy. "He's not usin' me, Bobby. Remy's wanted t' go out with me specifically fo' a long time now. 'M not like his other girls. It's true that Remy's been a player before an' Ah know that more than anyone, but it's not the same with me."

Bobby sneered. "Did he tell you that?" He scoffed. "You can't even see it yourself, Rogue, and it's pathetic. Like he really cares about you? Like he'll be there for you the next weekend, after you've thrown yourself at him? Give me a break."

"It's not like dat!" Remy shouted, angry now. "R-" you're Rogue. Rogue! "Remy cares about me, Bobby an' it's not like one o' his little hoe girls! I'm special to him! It's Rogue!"

Bobby shook his head in disgust. "Don't be surprised when he throws you away. And don't come to me when he does." An' why da hell would she come t' y', y' cheatin' bastard. With that said, he turned and left, scowling as he turned to return to the kitchen and found Remy standing in the doorway. "Congratulations asshole." He shook his head. "Give her a good spanking, huh?" He left, slamming the door behind him.

Rogue gave Remy high eyebrows. "What the hell was that?"

"What?" Remy muttered sourly.

"Did ya really jus' have a fight with Bobby over me?" Rogue shook her head in disbelief. "Really, ya make me out ta be the perfect dimwitted bimbo."

Remy looked up at her in confusion. "What? No I didn't."

"'Ah'm Rogue, it's different, Ah'm special' –Really? And that was what, persuasive speaking?" Rogue shook her head at Remy. "You've been a jerk this whole time, Remy, an' Ah really don't appreciate the way ya keep puttin' me out there the way ya do, lihke Ah'm totally infatuated with you."

"I wasn't makin' y' out t' be a bimbo, Rogue." Remy said earnestly, then paused. "Well, 'xcept for dat abs comment, but dat was jus' t' make Bobby angry."

"As soon as we get our bodies back, everythin's going back ta normal. That includes us, Remy. Ah'm not gunna continue ta pose bein' your airheaded skank."

"Rogue, I don' dink o' y' dat way."

Rogue snorted. "Coulda fooled me."

The conversation was taking a turn for a worse, the way it had in the bedroom when Remy had tried to talk to Rogue about how he felt about her. "Rogue, I like y'." Remy finally said, holding up a hand to silence her before she could speak. "I know y' dink dat 'm jus' a no good, womanizer thief an' dat I'll go crazy chasin' any girl jus' t' go t' bed with her, but dat's not why I want y'. Rogue, dis last day has been filled with some o' my best memories an' 'm not jus' talkin' 'bout actin' out in y' body. De day was fun because I spent it with y'. I like dat. I like jus' spendin' time with y' an' jokin' an' helpin' an' lookin' fo' a common solution t' dis problem we in."

He continued. "I know dat y' been stressed 'bout everyt'ing dat's been happenin', but can y' really say dat y' hated it all too? Dat y' didn' have fun when y' hid de pads from me o' look back an' be able t' laugh dat we got stuck ina shower while de curious kitten padded around de room—O' even kissin' me, no matter dat it was really jus' ourselves we kissin'. What 'bout when I showed y' y' could touch me, Rogue? An' 'm de only one y' can do dat with. Isn't it a sign, dat de only person who's unaffected happens t' end up in de same mansion as y'." Remy smiled sadly. "Y' said y' liked me 'till y' got t' know me as 'de player' yesterday, but Rogue, dat's not what I want with y'. I want y' because y' not jus' 'cause y' de prettiest fille I ever seen o' because y' get so cute when y' antagonized, I want y' because y' y' an' I want de whole package."

It was Rogue's turn to stare now. Honestly, she didn't know how to respond to Remy. She hadn't expected this in the least. Any witty comment would have been handled with ease and much preferred to this, Rogue just didn't know what to say. "Remy…"

"Y' don' have t' say anythin', Roguey. I jus' wanted t' let y' know dat it's not a game with y' fo' me an' y' not jus' one o' de many. I know y' don' trust dat I can focus m' attention on jus' one fille an' like jus' her, but I can fo' y'. I jus' wanted y' t' hear dat from me, somethin' I been wantin' t' say."

"Remy, Ah—"

But Remy cut her short. "I dink we should go see Jeany, chere. See what we can do, heh?" Rogue swallowed the spittle that had gathered in her mouth as she was going to respond to Remy and swallowed her reply with it. Remy obviously was pushing to stop the discussion for now. He jus' wanted ta tell me…he didn't ask fohr anything…just ta tell me… she nodded at his changed subject.

"Yeah…" her throat was uncomfortably dry and scratchy.

He held up a hand for her to take. "Fo' memory's sake?"

Rogue bit her bottom lip as she stepped towards him and took it soundlessly. His smaller fingers curved into her larger hand perfectly and his palm was warm in her own. They started down to Jean's lab together, silent. Remy quietly squeezed Rogue's hand. He was elated when he felt a soft little tug back, but he kept his gaze forward, softly smiling to himself.