To: ishandahalf, inTHEgrid, Cemikey111, Remy's Bride, HopelessRomantic84, nuriiko, Anamarie Chambers, Burning Touch, Prof. H. H , warrior zoe, musagirl15, Southern Loner, X-Storm, Usagi, and gambit-rogue.

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Chapter 10

She waited for him the rest of the day, but he didn't come; she stayed in the room, although she hadn't much choice as Horst and Mrs. Appley locked the door as they left her room. The strong, steel padlock securely locked the door to the passage and the main door was locked with a key; effectively keeping her a prisoner in the room. Rogue tried to trust Remy; he had told her he was trying to keep her safe and that she needed to stay in the room but she had expected him to return at some point. She finished exploring her room and even took a nap during the afternoon but the only visitor she had was Mrs. Appley with her dinner tray. After the tray was cleared away, the door was locked again and she was alone. As she prepared for bed that night, she thought perhaps he would come to her at night, as the servants did not seem to approve of what they had seen before; although, if this was Remy's house then he should be able to do as he pleased, whether the servants approved or not. She lay in the massive bed that night, the only light coming from the fireplace and stared up at the canopy above her; she lay there until sleep finally took her. A feeling of utter dismay washed over her as she awoke the next morning to the lovely winter sunlight and found that she was still alone.

In her dreams, he had come to her and lain beside her, stretching out beside her as he wrapped her up in his arms; but it had only been a dream. She sat up and was startled to see that the fire was still going strong, someone had to have come in to feed it, perhaps a servant; she couldn't let herself believe that he had done it. After about twenty minutes, she finally tore herself out of bed and went to wash up but when she had, she promptly went back to bed, not seeing any reason to get up. Shower and get dressed just to stay in that room for the rest of the day? Unless Remy came in and told her they were leaving, she should just stay under the warm covers. Rogue hated being cooped up; she would rather be somewhere doing something. Since she left the X-Men four years before, she felt the need to go everywhere and see everything; she went on an abundance of road trips, just driving to see where she would end up. Often she would end up at the beach where she would sit along the shore and watch the ships on the horizon. They seemed to sail along with not a care in the world and she longed for that same feeling of freedom; but she couldn't shake that horrible feeling of loneliness. She wanted to roam, but not alone; she would often shake herself out of daydreams of herself and Remy traveling wherever the wind took them. They were only daydreams and she didn't see the point of dwelling to long on them, they just made the ache for him worse. But now that he seemed to want to get back together, maybe they could do just that.

Rogue sighed, closing her eyes, as Cajun-spiced daydreams came into her head and she rolled onto her stomach, hugging the fluffy pillow that almost seemed to smell of her love. Perhaps her dreams were getting a bit too real when she could imagine the faint spicy scent that was only his on her bedding. The door opened a few moments later but she didn't look up, she recognized the sound of a tray being placed on the nearby table but she didn't bother to open her eyes. Mrs. Appley would leave the tray and then leave, locking the door behind her; once the old woman was gone, Rogue would get up and inspect her breakfast.

"Y' plannin' on stayin' under dose covers all day, chere?"

Rogue sat up to see the Cajun of her dreams draped lazily in one of the chairs by the small table.

"Only if y' gonna join me, swamp rat," she smiled as her eyes appraised him.

He smirked as he noticed her appraisal. "Y' know I'd love t', darlin'."

"But?" She prompted, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and crossing them for his perusal.

"I have a lot of t'ings t' take care of t'day," he said, looking his fill at her legs and his gaze slowly traveled up to her face. "Dis house don' run itself y' know."

"Maybe y' need t' hire more servants, shugah."

"Mebe," Remy licked his lips as his eyes trailed over her again. "Y' hungry?"

"Oui," she said with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Merde," he chuckled. "I must be rubbin' off on y', chere."

Rogue stood and went over to him; she seated herself on his lap, her legs straddling his hips and leaned in close so her face was only centimeters away from his. "Ah'd like it bettah if'n y' were doin' a lil' more rubbin' on me, shugah."

Her lips met his and hungrily devoured them; her fervor surprised him, especially when she bit down gently on his bottom lip before pulling back to gaze at him, that hunger evident in her eyes.

"Where y' learn t' kiss like dat, chere?" Remy asked her, a bit out of breath and more than a little aroused. "Y' got a homme on de side y' not tellin' me 'bout?"

Her only response was another kiss, more intense than the last; she parted her lips to deepen the kiss and he took the invitation, slipping his tongue in to meet hers. His hands traveled up and down her thighs as she tangled hers in his fair; there was nothing in their world in that moment aside from that kiss. After a few moments, she tore her lips from his and made her way to his throat just as her hands ran down the length of his chest and arms. Remy groaned as she went to work on his neck and wondered why she had to wait until now to be this uninhibited. All that time he spent trying to get her out of that bell jar she had placed herself in and she picks now, now when he needs her to stay pure. She aroused him enough just by being her; she didn't even need to blink. Rogue's fingers curled into the waistband of his pants and he knew that he had to put a stop to it . . . in just a minute.

"Remy?" Rogue whispered as she brushed her hands over his crotch, an area that had already become animated.

"Chere?"

"About th' other night in th' Danger Room," Rogue pulled back and gazed into his eyes.

"I'm sorry 'bout dat, honey," he stroked her hair back. "I didn't mean t' do dat t' ya."

"I just wanna know one thing, shugah."

"What?"

"How's it feel t' be left hangin'?"

Rogue stood, walked into the bathroom, but with a backward glance she said: "Ah missed y', shugah."

XXX

"Are you sure that's what he said, Jamie?"

Jamie frowned at the adults standing before him. When everyone had awoken to find Rogue and Gambit missing, they had assumed the worst of Remy and Jamie was a little angry over it.

"Yes," the boy insisted. "Remy told me that he and Rogue were going away for a few days. He said they needed to talk and that the mansion had too many ears. He didn't kidnap her again."

"We are just concerned, little one," Ororo said, gently. "For them both to disappear so suddenly and not to leave word with anyone-"

"Remy left word with me!" Jamie insisted, frustration evident on his face.

"Calm down, little man," Evan held up his hands in defense of the small boy. "The Cajun's one of us now, no one's accusing him."

"Speak for yourself," Scott stood beside the professor's wheelchair with his arms crossed over his chest. "He and Rogue weren't on good terms this past week; we all saw how he treated her. How do we know he didn't kidnap her again?"

"Because he didn't!" Jamie scowled at the team leader. 'Merde' Jamie thought, picking up a word Remy used often. 'No wonder Remy called Scott a horse's ass.'

"Hang on, Jamie," Kitty knelt down beside the boy. "I believe you."

"You do?" Jamie looked at her relieved.

"Yeah," Kitty said. "They may have been going through a rough patch but it, like, seemed like they wanted to get back together. Besides, did you all see that piece of bling he gave her?"

"It was probably fake," Scott muttered. "Or stolen."

"I believe you too, little von," Piotr stood behind Kitty and gazed down at Jamie. "I've known Remy longer than anyvon and although he tries to hide it, he has a noble heart."

"Ja," Kurt bamphed in at Jamie's side. "Remy was pretty torn up when Rogue left and I think he really wanted to patch things up."

"I just don't see why they wouldn't leave word," Jean spoke up from Scott's side.

"Because that, like, wouldn't have been very romantic," Kitty snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah," Evan shrugged. "Let the lovebirds alone. They'll fly home eventually."

"Professor," Scott protested. "Don't you think-"

"The Cajun's been fightin' with us for over five years, Cyke," Logan cut in. "Ya still don't trust him? An' even if he was up ta no good, Rogue's a big girl, she can handle herself."

Everyone looked down at the professor, who had merely been listening with his chin resting on steepled fingers. "Make sure to keep the phone lines open in case they need to call," he said finally.

After that, everyone began to disburse, with Scott still grumbling to Jean who was nodding in agreement, and Kitty watched them all go their ways. She stood in silence until only she and Piotr were left.

"Do you really think they're all right?" She looked up at her handsome Russian.

"Da, Katya," Piotr pulled her into his arms. "They just need time to sort things out, away from the prying eyes and ears of zis place."

"You're right," Kitty buried her face in his chest. "I just hope they don't screw it up. You know how stubborn they both can be."

(A/N: I always liked Evan and I always thought that he and Remy would be friends if they had kept him around. I had to include him in Remy's defenders. And I really don't like Scott and Jean.)