Hey everyone! I know, it's Wednesday, but you're getting another chapter because I'm having a good day and this is a little baby chapter. Hope y'all enjoy it!
- Emme
She was a little tipsy. Tipsy Rogue didn't have quite as many worries as Sober Rogue. And that was a problem.
The whole ride back to Remy's family home was spent touching him. And having him touch her through her dress. His hands skimmed over her back as she snuggled into his side. At on point, she tried to undo the buttons of his tuxedo shirt but his hands stilled hers. Rogue didn't think much of it as they had just reached the house.
When she stumbled out of the car, Remy gathered her up and carried her bridal style into the house and up to the room they were sharing. He set her down on the edge of the bed and took off the walking death traps that had become her pumps. Rogue smiled at him. "Thanks, suga."
Remy went into the bathroom and she could hear water running. She wanted to go in there after him, to continue what they had been doing in the car. Perhaps fortunately for her, the little voice in her head woke up and told her no. It was a bad idea. All it would lead to would be frustration.
With a deep sigh, she turned to her suitcase. In all the chaos of the weekend, she hadn't even unpacked. Not that it mattered. They would be headed back to New York after brunch the following morning. With a few pins, her delicate updo fell in loose waves around her face. Rogue scratched at her scalp where the pins had dug in. She then pulled out a green nightie and fresh underwear, thinking a shower might be the best thing for her. Someone had thoughtfully left a pitcher of water and two glasses on the dresser next to a bottle of aspirin.
With glass in hand, Rogue went through the balcony doors to look at the property. She could see lights through the trees of neighbors homes, but they were secluded and the ground below her was awash with shadows and moonlight. The cool breeze was a blessing, helping to return her to her more sober self.
It was there that Remy found her, leaning against the railing, her hair, blowing in the breeze. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Sighing, she leaned back against him. "I'm sorry about before."
"What do you mean?"
"Getting a little handsy in the back of the limo."
He chuckled and dropped a kiss to her covered shoulder. "Never have to apologize for that, mon cheri."
Rogue couldn't help but laugh. "It just makes it harder, Remy."
"I know." His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer to him. "I'm very creative, though."
She giggled. "I bet you are, suga." Closing her eyes, she imagined what he could do, how they could work around her mutation. For the first time, she wanted to do that. With Bobby, there had always been fear, fear of hurting him because they were teenagers and couldn't keep their hands off one another. With Remy, it was different. The desire was different. They were consenting adults, right?
"Whenever you're ready," he murmured.
She nodded, yawning as she snuggled closer. They stood there, enjoying the breeze and the warmth from one another until she yawned again. "Come on, mon cheri. Time for bed." Remy guided her to the bathroom, spotting to pick up the items she had left on the dresser.
"Can you get the zipper, suga?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.
He swallowed and moved to stand behind her. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and turned her head, trying to watch him. His cloth-covered fingers teased the nape of her neck before moving to the zipper. The pace was slow and she felt his finger trailing over her spine. It made her shiver, her breath catching in her throat. It was a promise. They stood there, the zipper down far enough that she could get it out of her dress. It also revealed just how little she was wearing underneath. Neither moved and Rogue barely breathed as she tried to calm herself down.
It took everything in her to walk into the bathroom and close the door. Leaning against it, trying to get her breathing under control. That man would be the death of her.