Oh boy! Another update?! I'm going to spoil you all ;-). You're all just lucky I had today off work! hahaha :)
Thanks for the reviews, team! You are all the best! I was glad to get some responses to the last chapter. I was worried it would be super lame because it was a little bit of filler, but I thought it was necessary because there's more people in this story besides Rogue and Remy!
Anyway, there's something this story has been missing for a couple chapters, I think . . .
Ace of Hearts - Chapter 10
Games
Rogue was surprised when Remy pulled into the same parking lot they were in yesterday. Removing her helmet, she let Remy take her hand and lead her up to the door of his apartment.
As he was leading her up the stairs, she let out a laugh and looked at him with a grin, "Jeez, Cajun. Ah guess Ah gave yah more credit than yah deserve."
Taking note of her playful expression, Remy cocked an eyebrow, "An' why's dat, chere?"
"Well, clearly, yah just aren't creative at all. Yah tell meh yah'll come and pick meh up, and yah take meh to the same place we were yesterday. Which, by the way, is just yah apartment. Now Ah wonder what kinda charmer yah are. Doesn't a gentleman at least take a girl out fer dinner, first?"
Remy laughed and gave her a mischievous grin, "Never said Remy was a gentleman, chere." He pulled out his keys to unlock the door.
Rogue was about to huff out some kind of slightly insulting comeback when the front door opened and she was greeted with an aroma that made her mouth immediately water.
Seeing Rogue get distracted, Remy smirked in triumph, "Jus t'ought un River Rat fr'm de Mississippi would want some h'me made S'thern food."
"Oh Remy!" She walked into the apartment excitedly, "It smells auhmazing!"
He nodded, "Remy knows." Closing the door behind them, Remy walked into the kitchen. "'S gonna be a lil bit, chere. Couldn' have left de stove on when Remy left t' get y' so he jus gotta do the cookin' now."
She smiled and took a seat at the kitchen counter, opposite the side he was working at. "Ah don't mind."
As Remy pulled his Kiss the Cajun apron on over her dark jeans and red dress shirt, he made idle conversation with Rogue. The pot was all ready on the stove, just waiting for him, he turned on the burner and started to add the defrosted chicken to the mix of vegetables and Cajun spices. "Hope y' like it spicy, chere."
She rolled her eyes, but smiled, "Bring it on, swap boy!"
Remy laughed as he chopped up flat parsley and added it to the pot as well.
Looking at the leather gloves she had on, he finally asked the question he'd ben so curious about for the last few days. "How'd y' do it, mon amour?"
She looked at him questioningly, but when she saw his eyes on her gloves, she knew what he meant. "It was strange at first. Ah'm not really sure how it started, but after our night on the balcony, Ah knew Ah had tah get control. After working with tha Professah, Ah realized it wasn't mah skin doing the absorbing, it was mah head."
He didn't quite get it, "Wat y' mean, chere?"
"Well," she struggled to find an analogy, "It's like when a shark smells blood and there's some sort of feeding frenzy. That's how it was in mah head. When the psyces – that's the 'residue' of people in mah head – felt meh connecting with another person's skin, they had their own 'feeding frenzy.' That's when the absorption happened, almost instantly."
Gambit nodded, following.
"So, Ah spent all mah time trying to build a wall between me and the people in mah head. Turns out that was just working against meh. I had tah learn how tah work with them and not against them. This whole time, Ah always pushed them away, thinking they were real bits of people in mah mind. What Ah finally realized was that they were actually a part of meh, and because it was actually a part of meh, Ah had tah learn how to make them absorb and when not tah. Ah had to consciously learn to use mah power when Ah wanted tah. Kinda like how Kitteh had tah learn how to phase and how not tah."
"Sounds hard."
She nodded, "That's probably why it took meh almost two years tah do."
He grinned cheekily, "Looks like y' had good timing though."
She laughed.
"But dis Cajun would take y' either way; touch or no touch."
"Ah know."
Rogue got up and walked to Remy's fridge. Without invitation, she opened it and tried to find something to drink that didn't have the words "Smirnoff" or "Corona" on it. She saw a pitcher of what looked like orange juice (without pulp, thank you very much) and she thought about that until she heard Remy's voice.
"O'nge juice has vodka in it."
Rogue decided to leave the juice alone. Seeing cans of Coke in the back, she reached around bottles to retrieve one and took it back to the counter with her. She opened the can and proceeded to bring it to her lips.
Remy held a knife in one hand, but had completely stopped all movement. Licking his lips, he watched Rogue bring a can of pop up to her perfectly pink lips. She had lifted her head upwards to take a drink and it elongated the line of her neck just so. Around her black scarf, he could see the white skin of her neck and felt like he could practically taste it.
Mon dieu. . . it was going to be a long night.
Rogue set down the Coke and blushed when she looked back to Remy. The heated glance he was giving her had to be illegal in at least a dozen countries, she decided. As she felt the heat on her cheeks spread to other parts of her body she couldn't help but feel giddy. This was Remy, her Remy. As far as she knew, she was the only one he looked at like that. The thought thrilled her to no end. Focusing back on the look in his eyes, her mind went to other places and she suddenly thought about the underwear she had on, which led her mind on.
"Remy?"
"Hmmmm?" He had finally torn his eyes off of her to stir the gumbo in the pot, not wanting to burn it just because Rogue made him burn.
"What happened tah mah clothes Ah left here yesterday?"
"Oh, Remy made room in one his drawers an' put dem dere. Don' worry, dey got cleaned."
Rogue's face fell a little bit when she realized her pants had gone through the wash.
Remy noticed, though, of course. And he definitely knew the reason; he would have been just as upset if he had put his shirt threw the wash with something in its pocket. "And den dere was dat Queen, 'f course. Remy put her and de King on his dresser. Dey seem happy t' b' back t'gether."
She grinned happily, "Oh do they?"
He nodded, smiling, "Sure do, but de King says he don' mind if he goes back t' his home. Dat's where he b'longs, y' know."
She nodded, "Ah know, and Ah'd like dat."
He put the lid on to the pot and turned the heat down to simmer and found himself just staring at her.
"Yah keep doing that sugah, yah eyes are gonna get stuck that way."
He laughed and sliding off his apron, came around the counter, towards her. "Dat's okay, dis Cajun wouldn' mind."
Before she could reply, she felt Remy's arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her towards him. She was still sitting so with him standing next to her, her face was even with his stomach and she found herself laying her face against it. His body was hard underneath her cheek and she felt herself wrap her arms tight around his waist.
One of his hands had moved up to play with her hair. "Anna?"
"Yeah, Remy?" she sighed happily, content in his arms.
"Remy loves y'."
"Ah know. And Ah love yah, too."
"Bon."
As he twirled the ends of her hair around his fingers, curiosity got the best of him, "Roguey?"
"Yeah, sugah?"
"'S it jus Anna?"
She shook her head a little unsuccessfully because she wasn't planning on moving her cheek from Remy's body any time soon. His dress shirt was soft and warm from his body heat. "No, it's short fer Anna Marie. Anna Marie Darkholme."
"Anna Marie," He repeated softly, and the he repeated it more pronounced and laced heavy with his accent, "Anmerie."
Rogue titled her head in an affirmative response. She had mixed feelings about her birth name, but the way Remy said it in the same way he would any other French word of devotion, made her heart swell.
"Why don' y' use it?"
She lifted a shoulder noncommittally, she wasn't sure she could explain it. "That's the name Ah had a long time ago, Ah'm not that person anymore."
He nodded thoughtfully, surely he could understand that. Giving her a tight squeeze, he released her (as she reluctantly released him) and moved back around the counter to the stovetop. He lifted the lid to check on dinner. "Chere? Can y' get Remy deux bowls out 'f de cabinet next t' de fridge?"
She nodded and did as he asked. Walking over to set the bowls next to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and stood on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his rough cheek.
He looked at her skeptically.
She blushed, but looked at him confidently, "What? Ya'r apron told meh to kiss yah."
Remy was laughing when he spooned the gumbo into the two bowls. Shaking his head, with a smile on his face, he pushed the bowls to the far end of the counter. Pulling silverware from the drawer, he pushed the across the counter as well. He proceeded to sit down next to Rogue, who had taken the same seat she had previously.
"Oh Remy!" Rogue looked at him, smiling with a mouth full of gumbo, "This is delicious."
"T'anks." Remy couldn't think of anything else to say because his mind was attaching certain other images with her saying 'oh Remy, this is delicious.' He tried to push those images to the back of his head; this night was about her, not about him.
The two ate in an extremely comfortable silence Remy had moved his stool over a little so his leg could press against one of hers. He felt like he couldn't stand it if something of his wasn't touching her.
Rogue inhaled the gumbo. She was never a very girly eater anyway, and besides, she hadn't had good southern cooking in a long time. That thought made her curious, actually. "Ah didn't know yah could cook, Cajun."
Remy wagged his eyebrows suggestively, "Dere's a lot of tings y' don' know about."
Rogue blushed and gave him a push playful with the arm closest to him. "Easy, swamp rat."
He laughed and thought about her question a little more seriously, "Oui, chere, Remy can cook. Remy's Tante taught him when he was just un pup. She always said a tief is no good on un empty stomach. An' Remy's no good on an empty stomach at all. Didn' tink Remy'd like cookin', but he did. Dis Cajun likes t' cook."
She nodded thoughtfully, and before she could ask him more about his kitchen talents, she remembered something she'd promised herself to bring up to him. "On anotha note, sugah, Ah gotta talk tah yah about last night."
Remy's eyes narrowed slightly, but not at her, he shrugged unrepentantly, "Remy's not gonna apologize, chere. I meant what I said. Y' ain't his."
Rogue noted the shift from third to first person.
"Y' don' b'long to that Cyclopes. Y're Remy's fille." He clearly said 'fille' as if she was a possession, something he owned.
And he definitely said it like something he wasn't planning on giving up. She shivered at the tone of dominance in his voice. She'd never been someone's fille, someone's woman before. They way it made her feel was kind of exciting.
"No, sugah, it ani't like that."
Remy cocked an eyebrow at her, unhappily.
She shook her head, "No, it's not like that either. . .Ah . . . Ah just wanted to thank yah."
"T' t'ank me?"
She nodded, noticing his expression lightening, "Ah get so mad when Scott says that about meh. I'm 'their Rogue' or 'the team's Rogue' or 'the x-men's Rogue' Ah wish they would just let up sometime, but Scott's mah leader and sometimes Ah feel like Ah can't say a lot to him because of that fact. Ah tell him Ah belong tah no one, but he seems tah forget and Ah'm 'their Rogue' again. They seem tah forget Ah'm my own person. Well, not they, but Scott and Logan. Ah love Logan – he's mah family – and Ah guess Ah sometimes respect Scott – sometimes – but Ah'm my own person, Ah'm not theirs that's fer sure."
Of course, Remy had heard and understood everything she had said, but his response was simple. "Non, y' not. Y' Remy's."
She smiled, humored, at him. He had clearly made his point. "And what about yah, Cajun? Are yah mine?"
Naturally, the thought of being 'owned' by a woman didn't sit well with Remy. Years and years of unwavering Guild doctrine and etiquette told him that the fille was his and not the other way around. Despite everything, though, he couldn't help himself. He set down his fork to grab her hand and briefly bring it to his lips, "Chere, y' all ready have mon heart. Only seems right dat y' have everything else aussi."
The couple fell back into their comfortable silence. They finished their meals shortly after.
"Remy," Rogue sighed happily, "Dinner was unbelievable. Yah were right about meh wanting homemade Southern food."
He laughed; of course he was right. He was always right. "Glad y' liked it, Roguey. Remy'll cook f' y' anytime."
She grinned, "Ah might take yah up on that, Cajun."
Remy got up first, "Chere, Remy's goin' t' de bedroom. Sit here and join me in five minutes?"
It didn't even occur to her to question him, "Sure sugah." As he turned to walk away, Rogue's voice stopped him, "Yah want meh to start washing the dishes?"
Remy laughed and looked at her like she grew a second head, "Wash de dishes? Why'd y' want t' do a ting like dat? Non. Laura'll b' over t'morrow. She get dem den."
Rouge rolled her eyes and muttered something along the lines of "stupid, lazy, swamp rat."
The least she could do was put them in the sink.
Remy walked around his room, using a single fingertip to light the candles. Thank goodness for his mutation he thought with a smile on is face, he didn't know where the matches were. Remy LeBeau was never one to go to great lengths to try to please women, the fact that he looked like a god and that the tone of his voice could make them come at will usually did the trick. Rogue, though, she was different. He wanted everything to be perfect for her.
Remy marveled at the thought; he just wanted to make her happy.
This was about her, he reminded himself. More so it was about them, about being together. He knew a lot about women, and a lot about Rogue, and he knew she craved control. It probably stemmed from having to control every aspect of her life so she wouldn't actually touch and hurt someone. He planned on doing everything possible to make her completely comfortable.
Comfort was a big deal, he knew. Sure, he didn't mind initiating the contact he had with Rogue, but he knew he wanted her to do so as well. Part of him thought that she might want to too, especially after what she had asked him in the bathtub. Aside from touching his chest on his couch and giving him that kiss on the couch, she hadn't initiated any skin-to-skin contact between the two of them. He wasn't upset about it though, Remy was sure it had to be hard for her. How could you just do something you were trained against? How could you just go and do something you never thought possible? How could you just do something that previously made you so uncomfortable?
Simple. Make yourself comfortable.
And that is exactly what he planned to do.
Dishes in the sink, Rogue decided it had to have been five minutes. She headed towards the bedroom, surprised to see the door shut. She gasped when she opened it.
Heavy black curtains had been pulled over the two windows, keeping out any of the light from the twilight. The lights were all off in the room as well. Instead, the room was surrounded with thick pillar candles, they were on floor lining the walls, and placed across Remy's dresser and nightstand. There had to be at least 50 of them, she thought. As the small flames flickered, she found herself smiling at Gambit in the middle of the room. The light played off of his tan skin and even thought she didn't think it was possible, she thought it may have made him look even more handsome. She shut the door behind her, effectively blocking out anything besides candlelight.
Remy, on the other hand, was speechless. Under the flames of the candles, Rogue's pale skin was practically glowing. She was gorgeous. Remy didn't know how he ever got so lucky.
Rogue felt her stomach flip-flop. She had a pretty good idea of what Gambit had planned.
With one finger in the air, Remy beckoned Rogue towards him and she followed willingly.
Rogue felt her breath pick up in pace a little. The butterflies in her stomach were speeding up as well. She felt something in her stomach, which she thought, might be nervousness, but she reminded herself that she couldn't be nervous. She was with Remy. She loved Remy. She trusted him. It was anticipation; she could feel it in her fingertips. They were tingling.
Remy wrapped his arms tightly around her body for a good few minutes, burying his nose in her hair. He inhaled deeply; he could easily hold her in his arms forever. He turned their bodies so the bed was behind her. His head dropped, and his lips were next to her ear, "'M gonna undress y' now, Anmerie."
Her stomach jumped.
He released her and pushed her down until she was sitting on the bed and he was standing in front of her.
His eyes were dark and smoldering. Rogue could swear just his gaze was making her body hot.
Never moving his eyes from hers, Remy took her left hand in both of his and slowly slid off the glove. His hands returned to her right and repeated the action.
She felt herself flexing and unflexing her hands and fingers. Going without gloves was still such a foreign feeling for her.
He simply tugged the scarf of her neck, and it dropped to the floor, forgotten.
Her mouth was dry; she couldn't make any words come out.
He crouched down and pulled of her shoes, and then more slowly, her socks. Rising back up, his hands were at the hem of her tshirt.
Unconsciously, Rogue felt her arms going up, giving him the opening to pull the garment over her head.
Which he did, with eae. Unbuttoning her jeans, he watched her push her body up from the mattress so her could pull them down her legs and let them fall to the floor.
Remy let his eyes run over her half naked form. He couldn't help but smile a little at the simple blue undergarments. She looked so innocent that it was borderline ridiculous. With those little blue panties on she looked – he thought about it – cute, adorable, sweet. If possible, it was sweet enough to give him cavities.
The butterflies in Rogue's stomach were still fluttering and she felt herself blush as her lover's eyes looked over her body.
He reached an expert hand around her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it down off her shoulders. As his hands settled on the elastic of her panties, he felt her push off the mattress again, and he pulled them down as well, letting them drop onto the floor by her pants.
His purring voice was surrounding her again as he whispered, "'M gonna undress now t', chere."
With unmatched dexterity, Remy expertly unbuttoned his shirt, top to bottom. The garment fluttered to the ground as he pulled a white undershirt over his head. Next were the dark jeans, which he unbuttoned and unzipped. With a simple sway of his hips, they pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them.
Rogue found herself holding her breath when he was standing in front of her in just his boxers.
Putting his hands on black silk, Remy pulled his underwear down to his knees until they simply fell to the floor near his jeans.
She exhaled through her teeth as she looked at his body. Everything about him was stunning – every sinewy muscle on his whipcord like frame, every hard line and angle of his beautiful face. His legs were muscular, and his thighs were large and thick. She felt her breath catch as her eyes roamed passed his semi erect member.
Sure, they had been naked together quite a few times now, but the nakedness had really been used as a means to end in some cases. In other cases, they were asleep, her back was to him, or his body was hidden under bath water. Sure she had felt him against her, but getting to see with was a whole different animal.
Remy stood in front of her, unabashed and unashamed. He felt she was like a voyeur with her eyes all over him, but there was such a large feeling of innocence in it that it made him feel like the voyeuristic one.
Her cheeks flushed a dark red and her eyes widened with curiosity and wonder as her eyes went back to focus on his semi erection. She gasped as it grew under her awed stare. Sure, she had glanced at it when he stripped the other day, but this was different. Something in the back of her mind wondered what it actually felt like.
After standing a few more moments, Remy moved to the bed. He sat on the middle of it and she turned to face him.
Her eyes were still wide with curiosity.
"Okay Anna," he looked at her lovingly, "Here's wat we gonna do."
She nodded, although she wasn't sure where he was going with that.
"Y' an' moi, we decided t' learn t'gether. Dat's wat we gonna do."
"Okay." She didn't know why she was whispering.
"Dis is wat's gonna happen. Y' get t' start. Y' have the first move. Y' gonna take y'r hand and touch moi. After dat touch, I'm gonna do the same. Y' don' have t' touch Remy anywhere y' don' want him t' touch y'." She would have control, he reminded himself, this would make her comfortable. This was about him too, though. He was going to learn intimacy. That's what they agreed – to learn together. "Aft'r dat, I'm gonna kiss y'. Den y' get t' kiss moi wherever I kissed y'."
She slowly nodded, excitement and wonder taking her over. She was going to touch him, and she was absolutely thrilled.
He looked at her sincerely, "D'Accord?"
She nodded. The low flickering light was strangely relaxing.
"Whenever y' feel ready, chere."
She stared at him for a good minute, her heart pumping too fast and her thoughts moving too quickly. She could breathy breath, and she didn't know where to start. She couldn't believe Remy was doing this for her. She loved him; she loved him so much. She was surprised she even heard him tell her to go ahead, all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears.
Remy watched as Rogue tentatively held her hand in front of his face. He nodded to encourage her, and he watched as she turned her hand a little.
Rogue gasped as her bare knuckles ran down Remy's cheek. She slowly pulled her hand away.
He closed his eyes; her skin was so unbelievably soft; so unbelievably perfect. Opening his eyes, he lifted his hand to mimic the action. He liked how her cheek felt beneath his hand. Knowing that it was now 'his turn' he leaned towards her and pressed a quick, soft kiss to her forehead.
She closed her eyes as she felt the lips on her skin. She felt her forehead tingle where he had touched. She leaned towards him.
"'S okay, Anmerie. I love y'. I trust y'."
She closed her eyes, and leaning a little more, pressed her lips to his forehead before she pulled away. "Ah liked that."
He nodded, "I liked it aussi."
She lifted her hand back to his face, and this time cupped it in her hand. Her eyes widened when Remy's eyes closed and he leaned into the touch. She almost giggled at the way his stubble tickled her palm.
Noticing she hadn't moved her hand for well over a minute, he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek as she was doing the same to him.
Rogue sighed happily and dropped her hand after another moment.
Remy leaned in, with a smile, and kissed the tip of Rogue's nose.
She found herself giggling as she did the same to him. She reached out and grabbed his hand, entwining their fingers together.
"Guess dis counts as moi touching y' as well, non?" He teased her with a grin. Not letting go, he kissed her left cheek and then her right.
Rogue did the same to him, but had yet to drop his hand. Using her free hand, she placed her hand on his shoulder and, feeling brazen, slowly ran it all the way down to his hand.
When she was done, Remy ran his hand from her naked shoulder down to her hand. He smiled a little as she shivered under his touch. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. He kept his mouth closed, but let it linger on her lips.
Remy waited a few inches away from her face and as soon as she took a deep breath, she closed the small space between them. The kiss felt as soft as when Remy had done it. His lips were soft, but she felt her skin brush against the stubble on his face. Pulling away, she placed her hand over his heart for a moment, much like she did the day before.
Remy repeated the action, and tried to remind himself that this was just supposed to be about intimacy, when he felt the swell of her breasts next to his hand. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her collarbone, giving it a little nip before he pulled away.
Rogue's breath caught and she leaned towards him. She took a moment to steady herself, and kissed Remy's collarbone. She let her lips rest there for a moment before she felt Remy give her hand a squeeze. She mimicked his actions and gave him a little love bite before pulling away. She looked at him, shyly, "Ah liked that one."
He smiled warmly, "Good. Dis is how y' find out wat y' like, mon amour."
She nodded and looked over his body curiously. She held her hand over his chest, a little unsure; she hadn't touched him there before.
Remy squeezed her hand again. "'S okay, Anna. Remy wants y' to touch him, he don' mind."
She nodded and pressed a flat palm onto his chest, over his left pectoral muscle. She could feel smooth, shiny scars against her hand. As she pushed against him a little, she could feel his nipple harden into her hand. She bit her lip and her breath sped up a little.
He noticed her reaction, "Wat 's it, chere?" He knew what it was, but comfort was about being able to say it.
"Ah," she whispered shyly, never having discussed this with anyone before, "liked how it feels."
He nodded, "Den y' like dis too." He cupped his hand around her breast. As she let out a little moan, he squeezed the perfect mound of flesh. Her nipple was hardening against his palm, and he pushed his hand into it.
Her eyes closed and she nodded as her body flushed. "Ah do, Remy. Ah like that too."
He released her and leaned forward, with his head bent down, to where his hand just was. He pressed his flat tongue against the hard nub as she made a small choking noise. He pressed his mouth around her nipple then and suckled softly.
Rogue moaned with both want and disappointment with he pulled away. She looked at him a little timidly, "Do yah like that too, Remy? Does it feel good to yah?"
If this were a different situation, he would have laughed. Of course he liked it! He looked into her eyes, "Only one way f' y' t' find out, chere."
She nodded and slowly moved her head towards his chest. Doing the same, she pressed her tongue flat against his nipple. She felt a strange mix of accomplishment and excitement when she heard a small rumble from the back of his throat. Feeling encouraged, she closed her lips around him and sucked a little. She was a little embarrassed because she felt sloppy. As she pulled away, she used her hand to wipe saliva off her chin, and then off his chest.
Remy smiled at her, "Now dat was amazin' chere. Feels really good f' Remy."
She reached her hand towards his stomach and placed it against his perfectly sculpted abs. Just feeling him under her hand made her body feel hot. She found herself running her fingers along the cuts in the muscles. She was amazed at the way they quivered under her fingers. Her body felt especially hot as Remy placed his callused hand on her flat stomach.
After Remy hand removed his hand, he released the hand they were still holding. He moved his face near towards where his hand just was. He kissed her bellybutton, enjoying her gasp as he briefly dipped his tongue into it.
She blushed as she repeated the action. Her face was near his throbbing erection and the sheer size of it was intimidating. Pulling herself up so she was looking straight into his eyes, she spoke honestly, "Ah want tah touch it."
He nodded slowly, "Dat's fine chere, I want y' t'."
Rogue slowly dropped her hand between Remy's legs. She could feel heat radiating off his body, and she swore it was setting her body on fire.
"Oh Anna." Remy's eyes shut tightly and het let out a rough moan as her hand wrapped around him. She was holding still and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to move against her hand. He tried holding his breath to stop himself from jizzing in her hand, right there.
Rogue beamed, elated at the reaction she was eliciting from Remy. She'd never been able to make a man act (or react) like that before. Feeling a surge of confidence, she squeezed his member, which cause Remy to moan again, eyes still closed.
Remy opened his eyes as she released him. He found himself pulling her body towards the top of the bed, and the pushing her down onto it. "I'm gonna touch y' now, Anna."
Hearing him say it, made her shiver. Her body was starting to feel hot, and she could feel the heat going straight to her core.
Remy's hand dropped between her legs, his eyes focused on her face.
She felt her eyes squeeze shut and her body shuddered when he touched her.
Remy ran his long dexterous fingers along her velvet-like folds. She was so soft. Bending his finger at the knuckle, he ran it between her folds, debating weather or not to insert it. He could feel how hot she was. It was a wet heat and he found himself aching with need. He cupped her entirely with his palm and felt himself smirk when she pushed herself into his hand. Letting his fingers run over her again, he watched her eye lids flutter. He thumb easily found the hypersensitive nub that was begging for touch. Rogue moaned as he rubbed his thumb in a small circle.
"Remy." He made her feel so good; he made her body so hot. She could feel a now familiar sensation between her legs and her stomach filled with need. "Remy," she said his name breathlessly, "Please."
He knew what she was asking for, but he had something else in mind. He removed his hand and heard a small whimper of protest from Rogue. He pulled himself up so he was almost on top of her, he looked at her intently when she opened her eyes. His voice dropped to that melted chocolate, silky purr as he looked at her, "'M gonna kiss y' now, Anna."
Her body shuddered almost violently as she felt him sliding down against her, and she realized what he was meaning to do.
He held both of her thighs tightly as he placed his face between them. Doing as he promised, he leaned forward to place a kiss to her most intimate part.
Rogue moaned and her eyes squeezed tight again. She was on fire, the heat was everywhere, she couldn't think.
Remy kissed her folds, he ran his tongue along the sides of them. Oh, she was so hot. She tasted so sweet, she tasted so good. "Oh Anmerie," he laid his cheek against her thigh, "Y' so sweet. Y'r gonna taste so sweet."
All she could manage in response was calling his name breathlessly.
He pressed his lips to her lower ones again, still holding her thighs tight. He moved his face up ever so slightly to press his tongue against that sensitive spot.
She involuntarily arched her back and dropped her heard into the mattress. As he began to suckle her, she felt herself trying to thrash against the mattress. She didn't get vary far, though; Remy had her thighs in an almost death grip. She found herself literally screaming unintelligible words as he slipped his tongue inside her. Not once did she think anything could feel better than his fingers had the day before. She was wrong. Of course, she wasn't really able to do much thinking, or any at all.
He pulled back maybe an inch and, pursing his lips, blew hot air against her.
She moaned again.
He licked her, and proceeded to dip his tongue into her again. "Oh Anna," he moaned, getting lost in a haze, "Y' taste so good." He sucked softly on those velvety lips.
"Remy," all thought process was gone from her mind, "Please. Please!" She didn't know what she was asking for, but she knew she needed something and she needed it now.
"I know, Anna, I know." He could feel her need, he knew it because his was threatening to overtake him was well. Not able to deny her anything, he used his skilled tongue to make love to her with his mouth, slowly and expertly coaxing her release from her.
She felt her toes curling and she gripped the sheets even tighter, twisting them in her hands. She felt her release hit her unexpectedly, and her whole body uncoiled. She could feel the wave overtake her and spread over her whole body. She was breathing heavy and calling his name.
Kissing her once more, he leaned his head to the side, resting his cheek against her inner thigh.
"Mon dieu, Anna Marie," he exhaled heavily, "Y' are amazin'." He was so hot he could barely stand it. After a minute, he pulled himself up the bed and lay down next to Rogue.
Her eyes were still closed as she rode out the aftershocks or her orgasm.
Remy found himself eyeing her body hungrily, "Y' are de sexiest filled is Cajun ever met."
He wanted her so bad. He could feel his erection throb against him where it rested on his abdomen; his tip was all ready wet.
Her eyes opened and she turned to Remy. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. When she felt Remy's tongue pushing against her lips, she couldn't help but open her moth in response. She felt his tongue explore her mouth and rub against her, almost urgently. It was an odd feeling, tasting herself, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. She could feel heat starting to build in her core again.
She pulled back, breathing heavily.
Noticing her unsure expression, Remy tried to pull himself out of his haze to put her first. "Wat is it, chere?"
She may have blushed, but he couldn't tell. Her whole body was flushed from her previous release. "Do Ah get tah kiss yah now?"
He knew what she meant, and couldn't help but smile a little. He knew she was nervous though, so he reminded himself he'd had to relax – well, that wouldn't be a problem, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to last long. He had wanted this for years – literally – and the thought of it alone was often enough to bring him to completion. Yeah, he wasn't going to last long. He nodded at her, "Oui, chere."
She looked at him honestly, "Ah'm, um, Ah'm not sure how tah do this."
He nodded as she moved down to be closer to him. "'S okay, chere. Anyting y' do will b' fine. I'll help y'."
She nodded as her face moved closer to his member. She felt him suck in a deep ragged breath and she wrapped a hand around him to hold him up. She leaned towards it and pressed a soft kiss to the side. She was shocked at how soft the skin was there."
"Dat's nice, Anna." He encouraged her, but had to shut his eyes. Watching her do the act was playing dangerously with his self-control so he had to advert his gaze, he decided.
She titled it to the side with her hand, and leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the other side. From Remy's hands on her, she knew what her most sensitive part was, but she didn't know Remy's. "What part feels the best?"
Remy moaned loudly, Rogue clearly didn't know what her breath on him did to him. "Roghhhr," he tried to answer her but was unsuccessful. He took a deep ragged breath to tey and answer her, "The head, chere. 'S most sensitive."
She nodded and summoned her courage. She pressed a kiss to his head, her lips feeling sticky from the precum against them. She inquisitively licked her lips. It tasted strange, but not unlikable. Vaguely, she thought it was a little salty.
"Anrrrghh," Remy's words were unintelligible and her was close to screaming.
She felt encouraged by his reaction and did it again.
"Please, chere," he was begging, his eyes shut tightly, "Put it in y'r mouth. Please."
She nodded, noting that if Remy felt the same way she did when she was begging that she would do anything for him. Intimidated by his size, Rogue put her mouth around the first few inches of his member.
Remy bit down painfully on his lip to prevent from shouting. He balled his hands into fists, forcing himself to keep his hips unmoving. "Dat's good, chere."
She tried to suck him, making a face at the ugly slurping noise it made. She ignored it though, when Remy didn't seem to notice. Remy's head was thrashing wilding against the bed, and Rogue found herself confident to continue. She found herself continue suck on him. Feeling daring, she used her tongue against him in her mouth. She pressed it against the head.
Remy swore loudly and grabbed Rogue's arm with his hand. He pulled her up towards him violently.
She looked worried and hurt and confused.
Remy couldn't focus on the look on her face. His eyes couldn't focus on anything, actually. He reached a shaky arm over the side of the bed and grabbed his undershirt off the floor. Fumbling with it (his aforementioned dexterity seemed none existent), he spread it over his stomach. Rogue's mouth had felt amazing – well, better than amazing – it had been heaven. Remy wasn't about to come in her mouth, though. Not for her first time. Deciding to spit or swallow was a hard enough decision as it is, but he definitely didn't think she was prepared for that.
He folded the shirt once, over himself.
Rogue was confused, but felt Remy grab at her hand impatiently. He brought her hand to his erection and wrapped it around him.
He swore out loud.
Rogue's hand was around Remy's member, and Remy's hand was around hers. She marveled at the interaction. When Remy squeezed her hand, she squeezed his hardness, and Remy's head would trash side to side and he'd start moaning her name (mixed with a slew of French curse words). Soon, Rogue felt him move her hand up and down himself faster and faster.
Finally, he squeezed hard one last time, and with a cry of "Anna", he came in white ribbons into the fold of his undershirt. He released her hand, but otherwise didn't move. His breaths were heavy and ragged, and he was slowly waiting for his breathing to return to normal.
She watched him with interest.
After a few minutes, Remy balled up the shirt. He wiped himself against it before throwing it to the floor. His eyes were able to focus, finally, and he looked at Rogue. "Mon dieu, girl, dat was amazin'"
She nodded, she agreed whole-heartedly.
Reaching his arms out, he got a hold of her body and pulled her tight up against his body.
She sighed happily.
"Girl, y'r amazin'."
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