Disclaimer: *Sneaks in quietly clutching the newest update to her chest, trying to avoid suspicion, until* "Ahhh! Dang it all you people were waiting to jump me weren't you? Yes I know, 'Blackberry, where have you been, it's been two friggin' months yadda, yadda, yadda...' Well I could give all of you the totally lame excuse of life getting in the way, writer's block, or alien abduction, but unfortunately I can't claim the third. Fact is, the new semester started up with TWO art classes for me (I had to build a friggin' restaurant. I'm not kidding. From scratch!),a volunteer work trip to an undisclosed (but completely awesome) location, and a writer's block. Don't get me wrong, I have this story laid out, I could see what I wanted to happen but the words escaped me. But after review number 180, I kinda snapped myself out of it and forced myself to work myself through it. So a lot of thanks goes to Baby5 for being that reviewer. I'll address my other wonderful reviewers at the bottom, just bear with me. But a tremendous, enormous, STUPENDOUS amount of thanks goes to BlueFoxtrot A Samba for being the person to actually work me out of my rut, and listen to all my crazy ideas. She, by the way, is a spectacular author that all of you must go read right now. Well, now after you read this long-awaited update. But still!

Oh, and she doesn't know it yet, but Blue's got a chapter dedicated to her coming up. But, shhhh, it's a secret! Wait- I just gave that away didn't I? Well, oh well. She still doesn't know what's gonna happen. She'll be guessing now though. I'm a tad bit evil aren't I? But finally, thank you to all of my 186 reviewers, favors, and watchers. You guys are awesome beyond belief. I at least hope I have some loyal readers after all this time. I imagine I've ticked off quite a few of you. But it's going to be worth it, I swear! So I don't own the X-Men, Michael Buble or his songs, or the Wedding Date. Still very sad about that actually.

By the way, this is rated super high T. Just warning ya.

Thursday Night.

Fever: What a Way to Burn

Rogue quietly pulled her heeled boots off as the other girls swept past her, Kitty softly giggling as she was supported by Jubilee and Wanda who muttered back 'Good nights' as they tried to shush their charge. Rogue barely said anything back, her mind preoccupied. While Jubes and Wanda were busy carting the unconscious Tabby off to her friend's apartment, Rogue had made a positively unhealthy dent in her bank account. That had successfully sobered her up a bit, leaving her mind reeling in circles on the way home. She had been completely numb to her surroundings, letting the other girls' bubbly voices fill up the cab as Jubilee, the responsible designated driver, tried to keep Kitty from phasing through the window and yelling, "I'm getting married!". … Even this couldn't distract Rogue from her thoughts.

They ran in a constant cycle, twisting her stomach up in knots and making her clench her hands as she gazed listlessly out the car window at the speeding landscape. It instantly drew up memories of being on the back of his bike, pulling as close as she could to him as he whipped around tight curves, making the blood sing in her veins as the adrenaline pumped through her. This sent another wave of vertigo through her system that made her close her eyes and instead she leaned her head back against her seat, trying unsuccessfully for the rest of the ride to calm her breathing and push back the hazy thoughts now pounding on her temples.

She was left in a similar state still as she climbed up the now vacant stairway in the mansion, dimly aware of her surroundings only when climbing up the stairs left her tottering dangerously for a moment, the wave of nausea coming unbidden as Tabby's psyche pressed even harder into her emotions.

"You know you want to, why not get a little action from the only one able to touch the untouchable?"

Rogue shook her head furiously as she clambered to regain her balance, trying to push the blonde's influence back through the haze. She felt her emotions flux between anguish and desire, pushing at her fragile hold. But she finally managed a reply.

"He's not mine."

It sent a bolt of pain right through her chest, her breath catching. And almost in retaliation a new memory pressed to the fore-front of her mind, eclipsing her sight and making her freeze in her tracks now at the top of the hallway.

It was all she could do to give a shaky laugh at the moment as the other girls picked up Wanda's chant, quickly pressing her lips to his and pulling away. No reason to tempt temptation after their previous scene.

This was followed by a chorus of protests and Wanda and now Jubilee could be heard starting even more of a ruckus, so she turned back to him with every intention of kissing him, if for no other reason than to shut them up. (Or so she told herself) But when she had looked up into his eyes, she felt the breath just knock out of her. He looked so… intense. Almost tenderly, but it was like desperation was lurking in those red depths she loved so much.

Before she could pull away (why would she want to?) his arms had slipped around her waist, surprising her as those same hands that had tenderly explored her face pulling her closer to him, and then her lips had met his. She felt them crease over her own, fervently pressing against hers but still moving with them almost sweetly, drawing it out to have its own taste lingering on the tip of her tongue. It was almost enough to shatter every thought in her head, but one image managed to remain as she returned it vigorously: Tabby leaning all over him. It was enough to draw her back enough to her surroundings, dimly hearing the catcalls coming from the watching girls and something inside her snapped as she looped her arms around his neck, miraculously drawing him closer.

She wanted this, this tender, untouchable passion that this man released in her. She wanted to hold it with her and keep it locked away from everyone else, to keep him away from everyone else. She felt the emotions that had sprung up when she was pressed into that brick wall ignite again, her whole focus on Remy and Remy alone. She wanted this. She wanted him. This man that made her laugh and blush with his little innuendos, the guy who played with little girls and made them feel like princesses, the man who could turn a whole room of women to mush with just one smile, but in the end was always looking at her. Like she was the center of attention. Like she was the one worth smiling about. She wanted to be the only one he looked at like that.

She wanted to be the only one with Remy LeBeau.

Finally (unfortunately) they broke for air, her cheeks now flaring, unsure if she could even look him in the eye right then. But she did risk a glance to see glowing orbs flashing down to her own face, and quickly turned back to the cheering crowd, trying to duck her head a bit, worried everything was written on her face…

But it didn't stop her smile.

Rogue shook off the memory, but even as she leaned back against the railing, Tabitha's voice came almost tauntingly, "But you want him…"

"Shuddup," Rogue slurred, actually managing to keep her voice quiet, "I like you better drunk."

* "But you know I'm right. Just think, girl. He's there, available, gorgeous, touchable, and hasn't denied you before. He won't care." Tabby's voice came as an alluring call.

"He's engaged." Rogue began determinedly making her way back down the hall. She wasn't going to have this fight with a voice in her head!

But apparently Tabby was persistent. "Oh, please. He doesn't want her. He doesn't love her."

It did bring a flash of pain through her chest as she remembered his expression on the roof. "That doesn't mean he loves me." This just succeeded in bringing a different pain hitting home.

Tabby's voice remained as insistent as before though as she tried to drive her point home. "He likes you though. He wants you. And you want him."

This time Tabby left a vague impression of chuckling go echoing across the recesses of her mind, even as Rogue finally began trekking back to her –their- doorway.

Her hand practically trembled as it reached for the metal knob, and she briefly thought of just sleeping on the couch in the library instead. Or at least until her head cooled off, or the headache no pounding between her own thoughts and Tabby's pressing influence let up. But Rogue felt more than heard the exasperated sigh that ran through her mind before new energy shot through her arm, completely against her will as Tabby's sway swept over her mind again. Before she knew it she was turning the door knob and slipping into the dark room on silent feet, towards the still figure lying on the bed.

She looked down on his smooth features, her eyes running over him as she took in his deep calm breaths, making his barely clothed chest rise and fall. He looked like he was right in the middle of undressing when he had just crashed. But seeing his bare chest made her thoughts flicker back to what she always wanted to do when he sported so much skin, run her hands all along him until she had his flesh, his touch imprinted into her mind deeper than any absorbed psyche could go. It made a shiver run down her spine, the hazy desire sweeping over again as her mind wandered over to thoughts of last night.

She wanted to be in his arms again, if only for a little while.

And that's when she relented. At least a little initially. So that's why she found herself slipping her green bag off her shoulder, depositing it and the money slipped inside it onto the vanity. That's why she meandered her way back over to his side of the bed, gently crouched over him as she slowly, lazily, slid the black leather gloves off her hands, her protection against the world. But not from him. Never from him.

She slowly reached down, letting her fingertips lightly brush against his skin, barely touching at all in fact. Feeling braver (maybe) she daringly pressed a little harder, feeling the smooth tan skin under her fingers flex gently, the toned muscle just barely give under her ministrations. She lingered over the layered abs for a while before she began trailing her hand upwards, over the rest of his well-defined chest. Following her hands' paths with her eyes she was almost startled when she finally looked at his face to see two glowing rubies encased in black staring hazily back at her.

The look in his eyes was still masked with exhaustion but a touch of confusion and concern tinged his tone, "Rogue, Chere? Are you okay?"

She felt warmth blossom at the affection that colored his voice, a heady mixture for the emotions already billowing inside her. She quietly lifted a hand to press a finger to his lips, gently shushing him with tender eyes. Her decision was already made.

She removed her hand from his lips and instead let it trail down one of his arms, until she reached his hand and intertwined their fingers. She gave a gentle tug as she looked back up to meet his gaze, finally speaking.

"C'mon."

It was a simple call, in her average sweet Southern drawl, and he found himself quickly moving to obey as he always was with this woman. A siren couldn't have pulled him away from her. Especially not when she flashed him that flawless smile, eyes twinkling mischievously as she drew him out of the room.

They crept past the main halls with their sleeping occupants easily enough, and even when they reached the lower levels with their wall to wall metallic surfaces their footsteps barely made a sound. And all the way through the labyrinth of doorways, Rogue still had his hand. It didn't slip Remy's notice, but he wasn't particularly concerned with those details right now. His befuddled mind was still trying to place together just where Rogue was leading him, and what he was supposed to tell her.

So encased in his thoughts, it barely registered when Rogue finally stopped at an unfamiliar metal doorway down the hall from the Danger Room, but when he did notice he turned his questioning gaze towards her with a quirked brow. He was met with only a smirk in reply, as she punched in a code in an electronic keypad sitting just to one side and the doors flew open. The expanse beyond caught him off guard as they stepped into the cavernous room.

"So there's that famous jet I've been hearing so much about…" he muttered in a tease as his eyes scanned over the sleek black surface of the impressive piece of artillery in front of them, but he quickly returned his focus back on her expecting to see a flush tingeing her cheeks. He wasn't disappointed, but the tension in her eyes threw him off for a minute. But he was quickly distracted as she let out a small laugh, tugging on his hand again as she moved to a seemingly seamless side of the jet. He was in for another surprise as the hydraulics let out a sharp his as the ramp lowered in front of them. Rogue just gave off a coy little smirk as she slipped up the ramp, not even looking to see where she was going but instead pulling him along.

Rogue drew Remy up behind her, down the narrow walkway between the chairs leading to the main cabin, the lights flickering on alongside them as they made their way. Rogue started unconsciously rubbing little circles into Remy's hand as she kept her hold, completely missing him shut his eyes tightly for an instant. But he snapped them open again when they reached the cockpit and the display of flashing console lit up around them. He let out a low whistle while gazing at the expensive equipment, between the stealth settings and the security monitors.

"Dis is some high grade stuff Chere. An' y' flew this?" He unlaced their hands so that he could plop down in the pilot's chair, his fingers brushing across the panels lightly. He fiercely ignored the empty feeling that settled into his stomach the instant he lost contact with her, instead focusing on her small chuckle as she stood behind him. Her honey rich voice seemed to resonate off the smooth glass in front of him, where he could distinctly make out her reflection as she leaned against the back of the chair. He tried to fight off the shudder that desperately wanted to make its way down his spine as he felt her hot breath beat at the back of his neck as she replied.

"More or less crashed it actually. It was my first time behind the wheel, basically. But after we got back, Storm did offer to give me lessons,"

As she was speaking, she placed one hand on the console fingering the levered switch just big enough to wrap a hand around, "This is the throttle."

Remy wasn't really paying attention to her words at this point, finding her lingering presence just over his shoulder just on the side of unbearable as she brushed against him, and his eyes were completely glued to her vague visage in the glass in front of him. He instantly narrowed into the voice beating into his ear as soon as her hands became planted on his upper arms, the uncovered porcelain sliding down across his still dress shirt clad arms.

"And this,"

He didn't know what was killing him more right now, her voice barely an octave above a deep throated whisper or her hands still sliding down his arms. He watched, his eyes glowing dangerously as her hands finally slid over his own tanned skin, the paler, more delicate palms feeling smooth as silk against his. She folded her hands over the death grip he had on the-

"is the control yoke. You use it to move the plane in the direction you want to go. Side to side. Up. Down."

He couldn't repress the shudder that time, and as the words slipped out of her mouth to hang in the air between them, his eyes caught hers in the reflection, a jolt of electricity shooting through him even from the faded image at their raw intensity in her vibrant eyes, making his mouth instantly dry. The moment stood about them for what seemed like an eternity with their eyes still locked together, until finally he broke down and reacted.

His grip broke away from the yoke with a faint sucking sound, as if his hands had been in the process of being glued there. He took the hand that still precariously rested against his own, turning his palm over to grasp her hand, still never breaking eye contact with her as he brought the deceptively fragile looking hand up to his lips until he pressed a searing kiss to it. All during this Rogue had watched him carefully, still with the fervor in her emerald eyes as her eyes seemed to be simultaneously locked with his own while still managing to follow the progress of his hand, until the moment his lips had reached her skin where her eye lids had fluttered shut in simple ecstasy of the moment. After so long without touch she never thought she could appreciate such a simple gesture this much. But with his touch her spiked emotions were still sent broiling, rolling around inside of her looking for any form of release, and found escape as she let out a gentle sigh with his name.

"Remy."

His own eyes, after watching her reaction with an unidentifiable pleased feeling growing inside him, slipped close with the sound of her voice, drinking in her sigh as he pressed slightly more against her hand. He missed her head gently tilt back, eyes still closed as a small, pleased smile made its way across her own lips. But as another small sigh slipped past slightly parted lips, his gaze returned to her reflection, taking in her appearance, but instantly locking with a hungry intensity of his own of her rose red lips.

There should have been something restraining him, some hazy thought on the edge of his focus that had stopped him from kissing her so many times before. Or at the very least someone with miraculously bad timing should be showing up and interrupting them, inquiring to just why they were here, and just what did they think they were doing. But unknown to the two very much wrapped up in each other, the entire lower levels were vacant. So without any of this hindering him, Remy slipped his other hand gripped around the yoke and out from under her hand so that he rose with a predatory grace, hardly brushing against the chair as he moved in front of her. Only then did her eyes slide open with a vaguely startled look in them, like she hadn't expected him to be there inches away from her, but it couldn't mask the aching longing in her vibrant eyes.

He fought against the claiming those lips, attacking them with his own as he locked eyes with her over their clasped hands. Instead he pressed another tender almost reverent kiss to the back of her hand still in his grasp. His other hand soon joined the act, one hand now cupping the back of her hand as the other seized her wrist in an almost delicate hold, as if he were scared that it would break in his grasp. This time he turned her hand, bringing her palm up into a heated kiss, eyes lowering to follow the hand's movements as he drug the kiss over her slender fingers as well, rubbing it gently against the smooth surface of his cheek during the process until her hand was cupping his cheek. From there his other hand began to glide down softly over her arm, tracing a path up towards her shoulder, making the sheer green material ride up with it. It exposed her thin wrist to the air, faintly criss-crossed with faded blues lines of her veins, that his waiting lips moved towards, locking his eyes with hers again as he pressed another searing kiss to her rapidly beating pulse.

She gasped then as the emotions rolled hectically within her, feeling like her entire mass would succumb to being a trembling figure under his ministrations on her already shaky legs. At her gasp he gently pulled lightly away from her wrist, breathing out only one single word that intensified the atmosphere around them with his deep husky baritone.

"Rogue."

It was like a gun had been shot.

They simultaneously lunged for one another, Remy drawing the hand still in his grasp around his neck until his own hands quickly found her waist desperately closing the space between them. Rogue brought her other hand to join it's partner, both weaving through the brown locks as she fervently pressed her lips against his, a soft moan slipping out as she tilted her head to his. One of his hands slipped up away from her waist to cup her jaw, his thumb tracing patterns on her cheek as his lips began levering their pressure against hers as if drawing out her very breath, until finally firmly planting on hers once more, as his hand slipped behind her head to draw her even closer.

Rogue's inner voice, maybe her very conscience, was drowned out now by the roaring of blood rushing through her, leaving her mind frazzled and tingling the longer her lips were against his. She felt her spiked emotions shoot into euphoria, daring her to be braver as her hands slid down his neck, brushing against the opened hemline of his red shirt as her fingers splayed there, reveling in the act of touching him.

Soon their legs were tangling as Rogue was dimly aware that they were walking backwards until her back hit the cabin wall, her chest flushed against his. She was dimly aware that all their kisses seemed to lead to this situation, with her between a hard place and Remy LeBeau. She found she didn't much care if she spent her life that way.

Remy himself had drawn away from her lips just enough to nip at them again then press harder, his hand twisting into her hair. He let out a shaky moan as he felt her tongue run across his lips this time, and he quickly parted his lips again as his hand began rubbing patterns into the tender skin of her neck.

They broke away after a moment, desperate for air as they leaned against one another, foreheads pressed together. That didn't stop them for long, their noses brushing against each other as tender kisses were splayed across each other's face until lips sought after one another again. Rogue raised her head even more, tilting forward with eyes still firmly shut. Remy took advantage of her position, running his hand up and down her back, thrilling in the shiver that he felt under his fingertips. He felt his fingers run along an unfamiliar, something that felt like... torn fabric?

It briefly registered in his mind before he became aware of Rogue's fingers tugging gently, but insistently, at the collar of his shirt. All thoughts evaporated as he helped her shrug off the material, letting the red silk crumple to the floor, completely forgotten. Instead he became just as enthralled with the sensations that her hands were causing as they traced over his exposed arms. Her eyes seemed to be locked on the movement, studying with rapt fascination as his body responded to her caress. He took the opportunity the opportunity to pull her back close to him, leaning his head down to brush his lips past her ear with a whisper.

"Vous êtes si belle ma chérie. Vous n'avez pas idée combien Je t'aime."

He felt her gasp again and pull away to look up at him with bright green eyes. He reached down again to seal his lips over hers tenderly, full of longing but shortly pulled away to tell her again, "You're beautiful."

The sincerity of his words seemed to shoot through her to her core, and she quickly reached back behind his neck to pull him back to her lips. Their lips danced together again as Rogue ran her hands up and down his bare back, tracing all the planes and crevices, and it was his turn to shiver. His own hands soon became more daring, going from running through her hair to slipping behind the sheer shirt to trace her exposed midriff. As his fingers brushed against the edge of her spine, a jolt of electricity going through her that made her gasp against his lips. It quickly turned into a moan as he continued stroking the sensitive skin, until she readjusted their positions, unlacing her arms and leaning away to tug at the edge of her sheer sleeves. He quickly picked up on her clues, and with a final ardent kiss pressed upon her lips, he rested his hands on either side of her hips. Then he began dragging them up her sides, taking the sheer shirt with them. He leaned his forehead against hers as her eyes slipped close, drinking in her sighs as she gently arched against his hands as they brushed against her bosom, but he quickly continued, finally pulling it over her head and leaving her arms bare to his exploring fingers. The tattered green material fluttered to the floor, joining the crumpled red dress shirt.

Remy dipped his head down as soon as her shirt slipped away from his fingertips, planting a series of kisses dotting along her collarbone. Rogue leaned her head back to the wall of the cabin, lacing her hands back into his hair. She sighed again as he planted a kiss right above the hemline of the halter top, almost directly over her heart. She felt herself succumbing deeper and deeper into her emotions as his hands ran across her arms, caressing her shoulders one minute, lacing their fingers together in the next. She felt like on the inside she was burning alive, like the adrenaline racing in her veins was combusting inside her shooting her thoughts in only a downward spiral. She felt herself falling into it, welcoming the senses overtaking her as his skillful lips made their way back up her neck, reaching the hollow just below her ear.

Rogue pulled his head up to lock her lips onto his again, pressing firmly against them as she began sliding down the wall, intent on bringing him with her. Remy slipped his hand down around her waist, his other supporting them against the wall as he gently pulled away.

"Slow down, Chere," He murmured as he nuzzled his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply. Her only reply was a moaned protest and she began kissing up his jaw line, surprising him when she nipped his ear. Her fingers pressed into his chest as her hands slid down, her nails gently raking against his skin. His breath hitched as her fingers drummed against the line of his boxers. He pulled away from her enough to look uncertainly into her eyes and was met with a brazen sultry look that he hadn't seen since... the Danger Room. His mind frantically tried to process that but was cut off as she leaned up and started kissing him again, licking his lips for access again. One hand moved behind his head while the other began playing with the hemline dangerously that had him slipping away from all conscious thought as he followed her to the floor, but as soon as his arms touched cool metal he was jumping back.

He looked down at her trying to calm his breath, as he studied the look she was giving him, her hair splayed out and the white stripes he was so fond of looking like halo. The look in her eyes was hardly angelic. The green depths were burning him, half hidden behind hooded lids and framed with black lashes. She was breathing heavily as well as one of her hands began tracing up his side, leaving new trails of flame licking at him hungrily.

"Something wrong, hunky?" He watched the words flow out of her flawless, puffy lips but the words echoed dully in his mind as the nickname resonated in his head, drawing a memory to his mind...

...

"What's wrong, hunky?" The unusual reply caught him off guard enough for him to shake himself out of his trance and raise an eyebrow at her. She flinched a bit, before explaining. "Sorry, still a bit of Tabby left over."

...

With that thought the pieces fell in place. The torn shirt lying beside them, her aggressive behavior. He reached out with growing apprehension with his empathy, cursing aloud as he pulled away, feeling like he was slapped. Her emotions moved sluggishly throughout her system, an onset he had found familiar with alcohol. But they flowed through her in a channel, occasionally igniting in flashes of bright comprehension that seared against him with its ever shifting emotions.

He quickly seized her shoulders as she moved to sit up with him, her eyes dangerously fluttering shut as she leaned towards him. "Chere listen to me," he commanded, gently shaking her shoulder to get her to open her eyes. "Rogue, did you absorb somebody?" He said it slowly warily watching her reaction.

"What does it matter?" she muttered softly as she reached up with one hand to cup his jaw, running her thumb along his cheek. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, his emotions warring inside him in protest as he pulled away from her tugging him back down.

"Because it does matter Chere," He murmured as he snatched both her hands in his own. "This isn't you. This is what your powers are making you do."

She looked at him with a look that crossed between both heartbreaking and seductive, her eyes full of longing and her lips set in a gentle pout that he fought from kissing. "But I want you."

The words seared his insides, leaving a blazing trail through his mind as he shut his eyes out to his own longing. He took a deep breath as he opened them again, truth and conviction blazing in his own eyes. "You don't know how much I want that to be true."

"It is true," she insisted as she leaned over their clasped hands to press her lips to his. He swallowed painfully when he jerked away, leaning his forehead against hers as he took in a shaky breath.

"'m sorry, Rogue, but I can't do this to you." He slid his hands up to grab her shoulders again and closed his eyes to pull on his empathy.

But this time Rogue wasn't being so cooperative. She took advantage of his closed eyes to slip out of his hold, sliding into his lap and looping her legs around his waist as her arms snaked around his neck. He tried to snap his head back out of her hold but her lips pressed against his urgently again. He moaned into the kiss as his arms wrapped around her, trying desperately not to lose control.

He drew back away from it with another gasp, and moaned anew as her hands began working their way across his back again. "Rogue, this really, really isn't helping..."

Her only reply was to try to kiss him again so he quickly lashed out with his empathy again, tying to find any way to suppress the flux of her emotions. Nothing was coming to him though as if it was slipping through his pull like water. It wasn't helping that Rogue was still insistently pressing little kisses and nips up his throat back up to his ear.

Finally he simply reached into his own emotions and attempted something that could probably have ended very disastrously. He pushed past the barrier between them emotionaly, feeding the chaos of her emotions as his own leaked into her and vice versa. The shifting focus seemed to bring a stinging pain behind his eyes but he began to feel the tide ebb away as he drew out a tired feeling to blanket them. He briefly felt Rogue fighting against it physically and emotionally, so he slid his eyes open, watching as hers grew heavier. She began to slump in his arms and he stretched out on the cool metal floor, running one of his hands along her arm soothingly as the other wrapped around her shoulders, supporting her head against his chest.

"Shh, Chere." He pressed gentle kisses across her face tenderly, dragging his lips across her cheeks, forehead, nose, closed eyelids, and finally her lips in a feather-light kiss when he was sure her breathing had finally slowed.

He gently leaned his head back against the wall, letting his eyes close as his own emotions drug through him. He was so confused and so tired. He should take her back to their room, but the thought of lowering her onto a bed and possibly pulling her night clothes on her made him feel certain that he would end up finishing what Rogue's muddled emotions had started.

A part of him desperately wanted what had just transgressed between them to be real. He wanted to know that she wanted him too and meant it. But he couldn't stop the nagging doubt within him that said she might be disgusted with him for it later. He couldn't take that risk.

But one thing was certain. He would fight for this chance, if whatever really was between them led to this. He didn't know what was going on in New Orleans, but at this point he really didn't care. He wanted to pursue whatever was in store for them.

As he looked down at her sleeping figure, her head lying on his chest with her brown and white curls spilled over and the rest of her wrapped tightly around him he knew one thing was certain.

He was Rogue's. If she'd have him. And he was willing to fight, chase, beg, anything if she'd just give him the chance.

Alright in the Wedding Date, Nick and Kat sleep together on the little boat Kat's father owns. So all you movie-watchers are probably going, 'What the heck?'

Here's the deal: I don't believe in premarital sex. I know, highly old fashioned and I obviously watch movies or read stories that might include premarital sex. But under no circumstances does that mean I'm gonna write it. Me and Blue have actually had a few theory-based discussions on this issue surrounding one of my Evo ideas (which she says she's gonna make everyone make me write. She really wants that one, but you'll see.) But I just don't agree with it and actually in some states it's can be considered rape if you sleep with an inebriated person and later they claim they didn't want to. And I in no way shape or form want to make Remy elligble for rape. That just seems too wrong for words.

Okay onto reviews: The reason why I suddenly stopped answering them? Most of them got deleted off my e-mail account before I could get to them. So after some point it seemed way too hectic trying to play catch up. But I will pick up the practice again starting with this chapter. It's not that I didn't appreciate them guys, I love hearing your thoughts and I can't wait to see what you think about this one. I've just honestly been out of my mind busy and I didn't think I could handle going back and recovering ten to fifteen missing reviews AND get all my work done. I swear I'll do better this time. But there are a few people I'd like to address now:

witchdoctr: So glad to have a new Romy fan among us. I'm glad that you like my Rogue and I really think there are some awesome versions of her on my favorite author's list. I understand how some portrayals of her can be frustrating, but believe me, mine is not the only good one out there.

clueless c: Yes, you are my awesome reviewer number 178 indeed. Hmm so far I think you're the first one to actually be getting in the right direction with Belle. ;) Good job keeping an eye out, and we'll see how this all wraps up in the end.

piratearrow: My loyal reviewer. Thanks so much for messaging me down. I would have gotten back to you sooner had I not been trying to surprise you with the update I was actually working on. But I'm so glad you checked up on me, you're just that awesome.

For all of you movie watchers: Did I have you fooled? This is rated T people. I don't think I could have gone much farther than this. ;)

So I know it was shorter, but was it worth it? I sure hope so. Oh and um I kinda cheated on the song. While I wrote this I mainly listened to Johnny and June by Heidi Newfield, because well who doesn't want a love like that? I like that song. But the chapter song is still Fever.

Next Chapter: We pick up with the 'morning after'. What will Rogue think? Will Remy be upset? Then why are we all dancing the tango? - And most importantly, a deep dark secret is revealed. Seriously.

Oh French translation -and yes I use an internet thingy for all those who may ask- "You are so beautiful my dear. You have no idea how much I love you."

* This section was specifially helped by Blue. Thank you Blueregard Q. Kazoo!