Disclaimer: I don't own X-men

I seem to have not made it clear that while Remy and Rogue were away from each other they realized how much they loved each other; you just saw it from Remy's point of view. Oh yes, I also got the idea for Pyro being a good cook from A Comedy of Letters by Some Scribbles.

Chapter 10

Remy awoke to a pair of soft lips on his cheek.

"Bonjour, Cherie. What is de special occasion?"

Rogue swatted him playfully on the head. "It's Valentines Day; Swamp Rat!"

"Hmm, is dat so?" he said, seizing Rogue by the wait and pulling her down onto the bed.

"REMY!" she squealed.

"Remy's very fond of dis position." He said, snuggling into her neck. Rogue phased through his arms and stood above him once more.

"Ah won't get in that position until Ah got two rings on mah finger." She said, waving him in front of his face.

"Hmm…." He kissed her hand. "Dat can be arranged."

"Last Ah checked ya won't be able to afford one."

"De metal man pays well."

Rogue chuckled. "Didn't know he paid at all."

"De man's rippin' y' off, Cherie."

"Remeba what Ah'm here from, Cajun."

"What happened to Remy?"

"Hmm…" he leaned down, leveling her green eyes with his red ones. "Ah think he fell for the untouchable." She said, tapping him on the nose,

"Did she fall for him?"

Rogue as about to answer when St. John came prancing in the room.

"Breakfast is served!" he said, handing Remy a plate of heart-shaped waffles and skipping back out.

"Dat can't be good." Remy said.

"Un-uh."

- (' . ') -

Remy walked out into the hall to see the tops framed with long strings of red and pink hearts.

"No, no, no, and NO AGAIN!" said a very angry Rogue stomping around the corner.

"PLEEEEEEEASE!" pleaded a St. John behind her.

"Fahne!" she said, snatching away the package in St. John's hand. She stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Remy gave St. John a look.

"Wait." He said, watching the door. Rogue came out a few minutes later wearing a red halter dress that stopped at her ankles. Her wrists and neck were adorned with red necklaces and bracelets, the necklace with a red heart jewel.

"Merde." Remy breathed.

"Told you he'd love it." St. John grinned, and then ran off. "I have a cake to bake." There was a skid of feet. "Hey, that rhymes!"

Remy trailed his finger up her arm and over her bare shoulder as he walked behind her; checking her out. "Did Remy ever tell y' dat y' belle femme, Cherie? 'Cause y' are." He kissed her on the neck, breathing in her sent. Lavender.

"Oh yes, very beautiful." He whispered in her ear as he snaked his arms around her waist.

"Mmm…." Rogue moved her hand to the back on his head, pulling it down to eye level.

"Ya charming up for something, Swampy?"

"Non, Cherie. Remy's just tellin' what he sees."

Rogue kissed him. "Ya sure?"

"Mmm…." Remy kissed her.

Click.

They both stopped to see John run off with a camera. They looked at each other.

"GET 'EM!" and they charged after him. Jason watched the teens charging after each other and shook his head.

"Kids…."

Rogue and Remy leapt on St. John from behind a couch; Remy keeping him pinned down while Rogue snatched away the camera. Rogue pushed a few buttons as St. John whined.

"There goes yer attempt at blackmail."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" John cried. Remy got off of him and the two walked off to observe the other decorations the pyromaniac had put up, leaving St. John with the sinister idea of revenge. Rogue stopped by Sabortooth's Lair and sniffed. She signaled for Remy to be quite and they both stuck their heads around the door frame to see Sabortooth sitting on his bed with a woman cradled in his arms. They were snuggling and Sabortooth was emitting something similar to a purr. Neither of them noticed the two heads in the doorway. Remy and Rogue quickly ducked out, hugging the wall. Rogue looked at Remy.

Ya didn't mention Victor had a girlfriend.

Remy didn' know.

Rogue looked back.

It's kind of sweet, actually.

Well, who wants to be alone on Valentine's Day?

True.

Remy put his arms around Rogue's shoulders and pulled her to his chest.

Y' glade y' ain't alone?

Yeah, Remy, Ah am.

- (' . ') -

After feasting on St. John's cooking spree, Rogue and Remy entered the living room. St. John had redone it as a dance room, lights and all. Low, romantic music was playing in the background. A sax single, by the sound of it.

"May I have dis dance?" Remy asked, extending his hand to Rogue.

Rogue smiled, taking his hand. They slipped into a slow dance, swaying to the music. Rogue's forehead was rested on Remy's chest and Remy gazed down at her, completely absorbed in her presence. He remembered when he was flirting with the Untouchable X-cheek. How she had gotten so annoyed at him. But that was all history. This was now, here with Rogue in his arms; the Queen of Hearts.

"Remy?" Rogue spoke into his chest.

"Hmm?"

"It might be just the day and all, or maybe the music, but I think…." Remy held his breath and waited for her answer. For those words he had been waiting to hear her to say for so long, the very ones he had repeated to himself when she was gone.

"… Ah think Ah love you."

Remy stopped dancing and took in the words. He looked down at Rogue, who hadn't taken her eyes off the floor. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it up to face him.

"I love y' too, Cherie. I always have, always will."

Rogue smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. They kissed for a long time, enjoying the feeling of love. When they broke apart it seemed too soon. They kissed again, while a camera caught every minute of it, a certain orange-haired teenager behind it.

- (' . ') -

Remy stared down at the dead body of his foe. He felt the blood pumping threw his temples, the rush of rage in his muscles. It all subsided when he heard a voice.

"Julian?"

Remy looked to see a blonde haired woman round the corner. Her blue eyes looked at the bloody knife in Remy's hand for a spilt second and then looked down at her dead brother.

"JULIAN!" she cried. She rushed up to his.

"Julian! Julian! Wake up, please."

"Belladonna, I-I'm sorry. I-"

"Remy, what have y' done?"

"I… I'm sorry. But they wouldn't let us be. And… Belladonna, y' love me. We love each other."

"No. I never loved y'. Neva! Yeah heard me, Lebeau?"

Remy staggered back. 'No…." It was impossible! How could his love not live him? Remy felt like his heart was being ripped to pieces.

"But, Cherie, y'-"

"No, Remy. I hate y'. Y' hear me? AH HATE YA!" the last three words spoken in Rogue voice, Belladonna changing into her.

"NO!" Remy shot up in his bed.

CRASH

Remy ran into Rogue room, where she was huddled up next at the head of the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Remy walked over to her and held in his arms and she cried into his chest. He just sat there and held her. She stopped some time later. Remy thought she had fallen asleep when Rogue spoke up.

"Remy?"

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Who is Belladonna?"

- (' . ') -

(laughs evilly) And just so you don't get on me for the late update, here's my reason: I planned to post it Valentine's Day and the story went ahead of schedule, so yeah… and with that said, here's another thing' review, my lovelies, REVIEW!