Alright things are getting HOTT! Loved the last set of reviews by the way, yes Toad got his ice cream  Read, review, enjoy.

Chapter 11

The ride home had been awkward and quiet. Kitty cried the whole time and whenever Rogue asked her to tell her what was wrong Kitty just cried more.

It was kind of a relief to for Rogue see Kitty run upstairs and go straight for their bedroom when they returned to the Institute, taking all three tubs of ice cream with her. She had enough of taking care of Kitty for one night; she wanted to have some fun of her own.

"What do ya say we do now swampy," said Rogue turning to Remy after shutting the front door.

"Well cherie, I didn exactly get movies like you asked me to," said Remy opening his coat, which he had put on in the car, exposing a liquor bottle tucked in one of his pockets.

Rogue smiled for a moment then frowned; she remembered too clearly what had happened the last time she and Remy had been drinking. But, Rogue thought, it's a Saturday and no training session, I deserve a good hard drink after tonight.

"You're on Cajun," said Rogue taking off past Remy and running as fast she could up the stairs. She could hear the Cajuns deep laugh behind her, getting closer and closer, but she was absolutely determined to beat him. Rogue picked up her speed after ascending the second flight of steps and made it to his door long before he did.

When the breathless Cajun turned the corner he found Rogue leaned up against the door. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, swamp rat," she said, "your late, which means you need to give meh the secret password."

Remy smirked, "Whad if he don' know it cherie?"

"Then ya ain't gettin' in." She turned her head exposing her neck, very aware that she made Remy lick his lips.

"Den I need to use my power of persuasion," said Remy wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck gently.

He could feel Rogue smile as he continued to kiss down to her shoulder. Then very slowly this time using his tongue he made his way back up her neck. He pulled back some to get a quick look at her lovely face, then returning to the task at hand he bit into the lovely skin just below her neck. Rogue moaned and dug her hands into his hair. Remy spent a few minutes, so as not to hurt her, marking her with his mouth.

When they both heard the sound of laughter coming down the hall Rogue, think fast, opened the door and pulled them both inside. Not letting go of her grip on Remy.

Remy pushed the door shut and turned on the light, he only liked the dark when he was screwing around with a girl whose face he didn't want to look at, and that was defiantly not the case with Rogue.

He tried to turn her around so he could push her to the wall, but she beat him to it, pinning both his hands to his side so resistance was futile. She began to shower his neck with kisses for several minutes and just as she began to gently nibble his ear, getting him to moan, the tingling sensation returned and they were forced to pull apart. Rogue couldn't help but whimper, she had only just begun, but her damned powers got in the way again.

"Want a drink cherie," said Remy pulling the bottle of liquor of his jacket and offering it to her.

"Ya," she said taking the bottle from him and removing the lid. She put the bottle to her lips and took a big gulp, which turned out to be a big mistake. The liquid burnt her entire tongue and scorched her throat. "Ick," Rogue said, handing the bottle back to Remy, "what the hell I that?"

"Jus a lil homestyle bourbon," said Remy taking the bottle of bourbon drinking down some himself.

"That stuff gonna kill ya!" said Rogue grabbing her throat, the stuff was still burning.

"Non, jus take a lil getting use to," said Remy.

"Kinda like you," grunted Rogue.

Remy couldn't help but laugh, "I guess you could say dat." He took a seat on his bed and put the bourbon on the drawer. He patted the side of the bed indicating for Rogue to join him.

She began to walk over, but she caught a glimpse of the hickey he had left on her in the mirror. "You carnivore!" Rogue cried, trying to be quite serious but couldn't hold back a giggle. She took a seat at the edge of the bed and took another drink of bourbon, complaining about how the stuff was toxic.

Remy couldn't help but laugh, "You too much of a Mississippi fille, down in dah bayou we start drinkin dis stuff when we kids."

"Oh yes, I forgot," said Rogue lying herself a few inches beside him, "you Cajun boys are such bad asses."

"Yes we are," said Remy so casually that Rogue was unprepared when he rolled onto her and began to tickle her wildly. Rogue squealed and giggled madly, begging him to stop, but it was quite useless; Remy was lost in the sea of her smiles.

When he did stop he finally realized she was lying beneath him, no makeup, no barriers, just Rogue, his Rogue. They both starred deeply into each others eyes seeing a spark of happiness neither had the first time they met on the docks.

Remy finally leaned down and began to kiss her passionately, their bodies rubbing against each other as if they were trying to become one. Eventually, they both needed to breathe.

"I'm tired of this," Rogue whispered while trying to catch her breath.

"Tired of what?" asked Remy concerned, worried he had gone too far.

"This dam shirt!" explained Rogue tugging on it forcefully. Remy laughed and allowed his shirt to be pulled off.

When Rogue saw his chest she gasped. She knew he had an amazing body, but nothing she imagined compared to what she saw laying over her. She felt tears threatening her eyes as she was gripped with the fear that she was dreaming, that any second now she'd wake up and realize that he was just a figment of her imagination. But her fears came to rest as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, admiring the firm muscles her hands were hungrily caressing.

Remy let this go on for some minutes as her fiery touch stroked his body, he was willing to play fair, but this was too torturous, it was his turn. He felt her hands falter as he ran his own over her stomach and soon she submitted to him. His hands continued their way up her shirt to her breasts; she wasn't wearing a bra. She's a temptress, thought Remy, who went back to his job. He could hear her moan grow deeper with each stroke and that only encourage him. His hands slipped to her back as he sent his hands lower and lower till he reached her pants.

Then it came to Rogue, the pain between her legs, it was almost unbearably and only increased as she felt his hands move to her zipper. It only took a few second till her pants were on the floor and one of Remy's hands was moving up and down her leg while the other was tangled in her hair. Rogue hadn't noticed that they had been touching for a good twenty minutes, and she didn't care, all she could feel was Remy's hand hard against her thigh.

(That's all for now pretties! I need to know exactly how detailed you want me to be, one being very little and five being complete details! Let me know soon, I'm eager to get the next chapter started!)