Chapter Ten

Time Out

Disclaimer:I do not own x-men. seriously.

Jean pulled into the garage just as Kurt and Scott hung up the phone. The two of them were still flushed as the girls walked into the kitchen carrying Rogue's dress.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Kitty asked, skipping over to Kurt and giving him a peck on the cheek. Kurt had trouble catching his breath, worrying Kitty. "Are you ok? You seem, like, maybe you've got a fever." She pressed her hand against his furry blue forehead. Scott subtly gave Kurt a nudge, encouraging him to snap out of it.

"Ah, Keety," Kurt said, stiffly, "How vas shopping?" He glanced at the open yellow pages, and then at Scott with a scared look on his face. Kitty was still a little wary, but could not resist talking about shopping.

"We found the absolute, like, perfect dress for Rogue. It's just, like, ... perfect!" Kitty was so overcome all she could do was smile broadly.

"That's great, Kitty!" Scott said, moving forward and stealthily closing the phone book, "Maybe you guys should go put it away before Remy sees it. You know that's supposed to be bad luck!"

"Like, oh my gosh, you're right! C'mon Rogue, we can hide it in my room!" With that, Kitty grabbed Rogues arm, pulling them through the nearest wall. Kurt breathed a deep sigh of relief and slumped down into a chair.

"So what's really going on guys?" Jean asked.

"Eet's the stripper," Kurt said, too overwhelmed to know what he was saying. "Ve just asked vhat she vould do for the extra fifty dollars, and, and..." Kurt shook his head and looked up at Scott.

"You guys are hiring strippers?" Jean asked, surprised.

"No, just one. No 'plural' strippers here," Scott said a little too quickly. "Plus," he added, "it was Kitty's idea." The two guys looked at her, hoping she would believe them.

"That is so like her," was all that Jean could say. She walked through the door, headed upstairs to help the others with the dress.

"So," Rogue said to Remy when they were finally alone in his room, "Ah guess tomorrow's the big day."

"You sound nervous, cherie. Tell Remy what's bothering you." He put his arms around her in a standing hug, kissing the top of her head. Rogue melted into his frame, sighing deeply.

"Nothin's wrong, sugah. Just tired from running around with Kitty. That girl may know every square inch of the mall, but that don't stop her from doubling back a hundred times." Rogue yawned again, thinking about the day's work, and suddenly her stomach growled loudly. "Oh, that means Ah need to head back downstairs an' get a snack."

"Allow Remy to accompany you, Chere. I really missed you while you were shopping," Remy looked down at Rogue for a moment, and the bent to kiss her. Rogue moaned, reaching her arms up to embrace his neck. Remy back-stepped carefully towards the bed, sitting down with Rogue straddling his lap.

Remy lay back and Rogue happily leaned forward, kissing him hard and running her hands through his hair, over his chest, and finally pulling away for a moment. She sat up on his hips, leaned back and pulled her shirt off over her head. Remy, as usual, was quick with the bra clasp.

Her belly showed barely a bump from the past month of pregnancy, but her breasts were another story. Rogue had always been pretty well endowed, but the swell of her chest was now unbelievable. The curves were beautiful, supple. Remy ran his fingers along the swollen underside of one, giving Rogue goosebumps and making her nipple painfully erect. She moaned pitifully as he withdrew his hand.

"Remy think that you be needing either a bigger bra size, or no bra at all," Remy said very mater-of-factly.

"Ah know!" Rogue said excitedly. "Isn't it just crazy? Ah mean, look at this." With that, Rogue leaned forward, nearly smothering Remy in her cleavage. He moaned, and she pulled back slightly, grazing her nipples over his rough face, lips.

Remy undulated happily beneath her, catching one of her nipples in his lips. Rogue gasped and clenched her hands onto his sides. Slowly, as she regained control, Rogue slipped her fingers under Remy's shirt, pulling it up and running her nails over his chest. Remy couldn't take the teasing anymore.

"Time for action," He said, half sitting up and pulling off his shirt. Rogue couldn't have agreed more, sitting up to undo her shorts and pulling them off quickly with her panties. Remy pulled at his jeans, nearly ready to rip them off. Finally, with a bit of help from Rogue, they freed his lower half. His cock had made quite an obstacle, so hard and large.

Rogue couldn't help herself, she was already dripping wet all over the bed. She dove down onto his cock face first, surprising and delighting Remy with her slurps and sucking. She ran her tongue all around the base of his cock, working her way up and down all the time. Remy moaned at the sweet softness of her mouth, but longed for the even silkier touch of her pussy.

He took her by the shoulders and gently directed her to take his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him, pure desire in her eyes, and leaned forward into him. He held her gently by the sides, pulling her up onto him.

Once she was positioned directly above his throbbing cock, Rogue lowered herself slowly onto him. She took each inch with a deep breath, willing herself not to impale herself to quickly, no matter how much she wanted it. The wait was pure anguish for Remy. He was nearly fully inside of her, and he could feel the walls of her pussy quivering with anticipation. Suddenly, with his hands on her hips, he thrust deep inside of her all at once.

Rogue was overcome with blazing white light. It was incredible, and she immediately began writhing on top of him. Her clit was fully exposed and grinding happily against his pubic bone. Her walls were rippling expertly around his cock, eliciting thrusts and moans from Remy. As she looked down at him, Rogue saw Remy's body completely wracked with pleasure. It was like he couldn't figure out what to do with his arms, head, torso. His hips came up to meet her with even thrusts. His head was flying wildly side to side, sometimes with his hands gripping madly at his hair. Sometimes his arms flailed almost wildly, suddenly splaying out and gripping the bed.

She reached down and gently took one of his hands in hers. He panted trying to catch his breath. Slowly, she brought his fingers to her breast, running them gently up the curve to her nipple. They both gasped at the touch. Rogue bit her lip at the suddenness of Remy's hand clenching her breast. Quickly, his free hand came up to grasp her other breast. Rogue suddenly lost control, screaming and moaning, her eyes clenched shut and her pussy practically vibrating around Remy's cock. Of course, this triggered a massive orgasm from Remy, the force of which nearly threw Rogue off.

Remy reached up and wrapped his arms around Rogue's waist as she slumped forward onto his chest. They lay there, blissful in the afterglow, for a few minutes, catching their breath.

"Mon Dieu, chere," Remy finally said, "you just get better and better."

"Thank you, sugah," Rogue said, leaning over to kiss him, "You were pretty excellent yourself."

"Remy tries, Chere. Merci."

"Gawd, Ah love being with you. We really are making up for lost tahme," Rogue said, adding a drowsy mumble, "Ah love fucking you so much."

"Oh chere, you just said the magic words."

With that, Remy rolled over and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. God, how he loved to grip her tits as the hung down while he fucked her doggy style.

Twenty minutes later, they went down to the kitchen for Rogue's snack.