AN: Where will they go? That is the question, isn't it? Wonder what is going to happen when they get to where Remy is planning. R&R I hope you guys like it.
Chapter 10:
She dumped the contents of the bags on the sink counter. There were pink lipsticks and blush and a small selection of reds. There was a large assortment of eye shadows and liners. From the contents of the other bag, there was the curling iron, hairspray, mousse, gel, clips and a whole mess of other things.
She hung her dress on the door. She walked back to the counter and plugged in the curling iron, she had an idea of what she was going to do to her hair. It would look like Remy had never seen it before, especially that it was longer than he had ever seen it before.
Remy sat in the room on the bed. He laughed quietly hearing the clattering from the bathroom; he knew she was inwardly cursing him. He walked over to his garment bag and pulled out a midnight black tuxedo. He wasn't the traditional kind of man so he didn't pick out a white shirt, it was a deep red wine color.
He tossed the clothes on the bed and began undressing. Once he was down to his underwear he walked to his dresser and pulled out a cologne bottle that was nearly empty. He sprayed his neck and wrists, four shots of the cologne he knew she loved on him, something about it working with his body chemistry.
He pulled out a white box that was five inches high and two wide. He pulled out a long necked blue bottle, he knew from being in her room that it was her favorite perfume and it worked so well with her, she smelled irresistible. The bad thing was that since it wasn't a real perfume it was rather hard to find, but he was Remy Le beau so he found it.
He knocked on the door. "Chere? Remy got somet'in fa you." She peeked her head out of the door, it had been twenty minutes already and she hadn't done anything.
"What?" He showed her the light blue bottle and her eyes widened. "How'd you... ah can't even find... you are such a damn spy ya know that?"
He smiled and handed her the bottle through the door. "Ya welcome mon amour" (my love).
She shut the door before he even processed the thought of pushing past it. In the bathroom she sat at the vanity and started to do her makeup, it was the one thing she knew she could finish in about four minutes, everything else she wasn't sure of.
She decided to skip the pink lipstick and went for a blood red color. Against her pale skin the ruby red lips popped along with the deep black eyeliner that was only on her top lids. In her reflection she thought to herself. I did my makeup just like Marilyn Monroe, god what's wrong with me... It doesn't look bad though, I should wear red more often.
She unzipped the garment bag and pulled out a skin tight black cocktail dress. It had a bit of a Lolita feel about it, but that's what made Rogue fall in love with it. She walked over to a smaller bag from the store and pulled out a pair of nude pantyhose.
She slipped the nude stockings over the violet colored panties Remy had bought for her; she still wondered how he knew her size. He musta been peeking into my underwear drawer, perv! She stepped into the dress, zipped it up and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Wow! I look like... is there a word for gahnmhysfss. I'll go with yipes, who is that. That sounds right. Who is that?
Remy's voice roused her from her thoughts. "Chere, we gotta go soon. Fifteen minutes." She looked at her hair and it was the only thing off about the picture. She smiled and thought. I might as well go for it.
She put some mousse in her hair and followed by using the curling iron. Hopefully fifteen minutes was long enough.
When she was on her last piece of hair Remy knocked on the door. "Chere ya almost done, we gotta be outta here in two minutes."
She yelled through the door. "Yeah, gimme twenty seconds." On the other side of the door there was silence. She released the tension from the arm of the curling iron and a spiral like wave fell from it and hit her shoulder.
She shook the waves loose in the mirror. She looked nice; really nice it was kind of odd to see for herself. There was a tap at the door, she took the perfume and sprayed it on her neck and collar bone and just behind her ears.
When she opened the bathroom door Remy sat on the bed in a dark black tux and a dark red button down facing the TV. Checking the stats to some game. She cleared her throat and he turned. He jumped as if he had gotten caught doing something bad.
When he turned and caught sight of her his mouth fell open as his eyes searched her from head to toe. She wore the black pumps he had picked out and this black dress that dipped low enough in the front to make him want to cry.
He had seen her without makeup before, but this was unreal. She stood there looking self conscious. He stood up and his trademark smile wiped away the shock from his face. In a low raspy tone that was all velvet he said "Mon dieu, Chere."
She had a bolero jacket to cover her arms and black satin gloves. "So what ya think Cajun?" He wrapped his arms around her and fought off the urge to throw her on the bed and have his way with her. Like she'd mind.
"Like ya said, we gotta go." She smiled up at the appreciative of the look in his eyes.
"Un minute won hurt Chere." (a)
"Yes it will, ah wanna know where ya gonna take me Cajun." He smiled wider and kissed her hair.
"Ya right Chere, Remy can jus look at ya later." He grabbed her by the hand stood her in front of the closet door. He pulled out a dark green coat with a hood. He helped her in, the bottom of the coat would just barely touch the floor without the heels so he knew he got the right size.
She put her hands on her hips, slightly frustrated and slightly amused. He knew everything. He put on a darker version of his trench coat, grabbed her by the hand again and led her out the door.
For a few minutes they waited as one of the bellhops hailed a cab for them. She held his hand and annoyed him with questions. "Where are we goin? What are we gonna do? Why did we dress up like this? Why aren't ya answerin my questions?" And so on until the cab stopped in front of a very large building.
"Dat answer ya questions Chere?" He helped her out of the cab as she looked up at the beautiful building.
"Ya brought me... ya brought me to The Plaza, Rem they're using this as a residential building now."
"Remy know dat Chere. Jus follow me an smile." Her expression was confused as he pulled her into the building and he walked over to the information desk.
"What are ya doin Cajun?"
"Remy found out dat dere's a nice restaurant on de fifteenth floor, dat's where we goin."
"Huh?"
"Don't pain yaself wit t'ings ya don understand Chere, it jus gonna give ya a headache." She opened her mouth to yell at him when he placed his gloved fingers over her lips and kissed them. He smiled knowing she was taken aback by his little kiss.
He led her to the elevator and took it straight up to floor 15. The doors opened and revealed exactly what Remy had said, but better than 'A nice restaurant'. Lies, this was a beautiful restaurant, it not nice. This is the kind of place rich people would get married in.
"Reservations under Le beau." The man looked at his schedule and led the way to their cozy table.
It was a darkened corner or the restaurant away from the other people there. There were candles all around their table giving it a special ambiance. They were seated and handed menus "A waiter will be here momentarily to take your order."
"Merci."
"Thank you." She looked over at Remy and asked "Why did ya take me here? Ah feel like ah gotta be on my best behavior."
He smiled and reached across the table for her hand. "Remy jus wanted ta see ya dressed up Chere."
Her eyes widened in a shocked amusement. "Yer an ass Le beau."
"Ah'm serious Chere, Remy jus wanna see ya all prettied up." He could see the anger flash across her face. "Not like ya ain't pretty in general mon amour" (my love), he said trying to save his skin.
"Sure."
"Don go an get mad at me Chere, Remy serious. Ya the most beautiful t'in he ever seen." He didn't realize the waiter walking up behind him as Rogue giggled with hysterical laughter. "What Chere, ya are. Dis ain't funny, ya de most beautiful woman in de world."
She just laughed harder when she saw the waiter trying not to laugh. When Remy saw her gaze wasn't directed at him he turned around to look at the man behind him. When he noticed that she was laughing about him apologizing and the waiter had conveniently walked up she just laughed harder and held onto the table so she didn't fall over.
"May I take your order sir?" He smiled broadly.
Remy looked at her gasping for air. "Oui..." he shook his head in disappointment. "Ah'll have de risotto with shrimp and zucchini and de mushroom veal marsala. Chere?"
"Can ah have" she breathed deep to calm her giggles "The eggplant and zucchini au gratin and the chicken with tallegio cheese and prosciutto."
They handed the menus over to the man as he asked "To drink?"
"De best red wine ya got here, homme."
"Yes sir."
When he was far enough she said "Ya know ah'm not old enough to drink."
He smiled. "Den dat'll be our little secret Chere. Plus ya don look underage."
"Doesn't mean that ah'm not. Remy, why'd ya drag me here, ah'm not the kinda girl who needs all this ya know that. Ah'm happy with a bacon cheese burger at a diner."
He held both her hands over the table. "Remy jus wanted ta do dis fa you Chere, ya deserve more den a diner." She flushed scarlet and smiled.
"After all that's happened in the past few days, ah jus still wonder... this is weird. Ah don't understand all this stuff ah'm not Kitty or Jean."
"If you were dem ah wouldn't want ya."
"How nice." She raised an eyebrow, but he squeezed her hands a little tighter.
"Ya don understand Chere. If you were like dem, dere wouldn't be anyt'in ah could respect about ya. For me respect another femme but mon tante Mattie is hard (my aunt). Ah respect ya Chere an ah love ya. Not many femmes can do dat; get me ta love an respect em. Ya got it all."
"Okay, so ah'm gonna ask you a question, okay?" He nodded. "Why'd ya really come back an don't lie ta me!"
"Fine. Remy wasn't gonna lie anyways." She rolled her eyes. "You."
"Wait, ah want ya to tell me why, so tell me."
"Chere ah did, it was you." She pulled her hands from his. "We been through dis a few times now Chere, why don ya believe me." She shrugged. "Remy would dream bout his Chere, he'd... ah'd miss ya. Never thought ah'd miss anyone dat much in mon life, but ah did. An, it was you."
She felt stupid and embarrassed, she did ask him for full honesty, but somewhere deep down she still felt like it was all lies. She sat still and quiet until he roused her from her thoughts. "Chere? Did ah scare ya? Ah know it sounds like a fou man is sayin dis" (crazy).
"No ah jus... didn't ya know. Ah didn't."
"Know?" He smiled and took her hands in his again. "All ya gotta do is ask, Remy'll tell ya Chere, as much as ya wan."
She smiled and squeezed his hand in response. "Your entrees." The waiter placed their food in front of them, she hadn't realized it had been that long already, almost an hour.
They ate mostly in quiet as they'd each burst out laughing watching the other trying to eat and not catch their clothes with their food. By the end of the meal she was having a genuinely good time allover again. The waiter came back with another plate.
"Did ya order somethin else Rem?" He smiled as the man placed the dish down. He got up and brought his chair next to hers and sat down.
"Chocolate soufflé. Ah know ya love chocolate Chere."
She smiled and picked up her spoon. "You try it first, who knows what's in there."
He cocked an eyebrow at her response and took her spoon. "Ah think ya a little drunk Chere." He dug a small hole into the soufflé held the piece in front of her mouth. She took the bait.
"Ummm. Ah thin ah am a little dunk, that's real real good." (slurring speech not spelling issues)
When they finished sharing the dessert they were ready to go. Remy called the waiter over and got the bill he shoved a credit card in the sleeve of the holder and took out a few bills from his pocket. When the man returned, Remy pulled his credit card out the sleeve and replaced it with three bills.
When Rogue stood up she nearly fell over to the side before Remy could grab her. He helped her into her jacket as she swayed.
When they reached the cold February air of the streets she slightly snapped out of her trance. She shivered and shook as he wrapped himself around her.
He walked across the street to an entrance to central park. He walked up to a man with a horse and buggy. "How much fa a ride homme?"
"Rem..."
"Fifty."
"Okay, Chere get in." She wasn't going to fight she was still a bit hammered. He helped her get in and followed her in suit. He sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head against him as yet another one of his romantic gestures left her dumbfounded and in awe.
"Remy Le beau yer such a romanic." (slur)
"An ya still drunk."
"Touché."
As they rode around central park it began to snow. It was almost fairy tale like and the snow was the best finish that could have happened. His romantic night in the city, they were alone and she couldn't kiss him. She wanted to kiss him so badly, but there was no way for it to happen without her hurting him and that was the last thing she wanted.
When the ride was over they hailed a cab back to the hotel. After they walked through the lobby, went up the elevator and walked into their room Rogue still had her hood on. Maybe it was the lights hurting her eyes or maybe she wanted to hide from him, hide the urge she felt to kiss him and never stop.
After he had already hung up his jacket, he turned to see her still in hers. He unbuttoned the coat and pulled it off of her. She pulled off the bolero jacket as he hung up her winter jacket. She plopped on the bed and he followed her but stooped before her.
"What's a matter Chere? Ya look sad."
"Ah am." She let herself fall backward on the bed. He got onto the bed and lay next to her.
"Why? Ya didn't have a good time?"
"Ah did, that's why." She turned away from him.
"Remy don understand Chere. How's dat a sad t'in?"
She sat up and looked at him face to face. "Ah wanna kiss ya, but ah can't. That's the sad thing bout tonight."
"Who said ya can't Chere? Ne... pas moi" (not me).
"Does a coma ring a bell, Rem ah don't wanna hurt ya."
"Oh... Ya know what'll really hurt dis ole Cajun."
She smiled. "What?"
"Havin ta fight the urge ta not kiss ya Chere, that hurts it really does."
She laughed. "Yer an idiot." She looked deep into his demonic eyes and felt herself giving in.
She leaned closer to him and he responded by pulling her as close to him as he could. She encircled his neck with her bare arms. Their faces were not even an inch from one another. He crushed his eager lips to hers as they both began to feel the pull of her powers.
After a few seconds she tried to push away from him, but he still held her tight. Within seconds of her trying to fight away from him he fell back limp.
She was afraid and her eyes were wide in panic. "Mon dieu! Remy! Non se reveiller! (wake up) Merde! (shit)"
AN: Okay what'd ya think. I liked it; it felt right, Remy bringing her to a nice, secluded, romantic restaurant. That Cajun, he's better then most real boyfriends that's what I think. R&R please!