"Having fun, boys?" Elizabeth smiled, as she walked through the den towards the hallways.
Brian let out a laugh, as he placed chips onto the pile in the middle of the table. "Where you goin, Betts?" Logan asked, as he stared at his hand of cards.
Elizabeth wrapped her long hair into the towel, "I'm going to change, and have some me time for a few moments. Ask Brian if you all need anything." She sighed, as she closed the hallway door behind her.
Remy's eyes moved up from his hand in front of him, to the door that had just closed behind Elizabeth. He sighed, as he placed a couple of chips onto the pile, "I raise you ten." He spoke up.
*~*~*~*
Elizabeth sat in the Zen room, with candles lit all around her. Her hair fell in thick strands around her face, as her eyes were closed, her head bent forward. She sat Indian style, with two incense sticks burning in front of her, filling the room with the smell of Cedar Wood. She opened her eyes, and stared at the framed picture of her father, that sat on the ground, in front of her. She just wanted time alone; she was too intoxicated to think clearly enough to meditate. She relaxed her body, and picked up the framed photo. It was of her, sitting on her father's lap, a month before he passed away. He was smiling, his blue eyes gleaming, as Elizabeth kissed his cheek, when the photo was taken. He was a black haired, blue-eyed version of her twin, Brian. Largely built, with the regal ness of his background as the royalty of another dimension all together. She had never moved on from his death. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, as she stared at the picture. She bent up her knees, close to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, holding the picture in front of her.
*~*~*~*
Logan walked into the kitchen, and smiled to himself, as he saw a clean view of Rogue, in her bikini, with a towel wrapped around her waist, bent down into the refrigerator. "Need help lookin' for somethin'?" He spoke up.
Rogue was shocked at the sudden break of silence, and jerked up, hitting her head on the rim of the refrigerator. "Ow!" She cried out.
She then carefully stood, and turned, seeing Logan leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. She rubbed the back of her head, "You know, you could think of a better way of lettin' me know when you're around, rather than sneakin' up on me like that!" She groaned.
Logan let out a laugh, and walked to the counter that separated them. "Whatya lookin' for?" He asked.
Rogue glared at him, "I'm actually lookin' for Betsy. You think she's in this fridge?" She coyly replied. She then scoffed, "Somethin' to eat, what does it look like?"
She then turned, and hovered into the refrigerator, and pulled out a salad. She closed it, and walked to the stool on the other side of the counter. Settling, she looked up at him, noticing his glare, as he leaned over the counter towards her. "What?" She asked.
Logan shook his head, smiling. "Nothing." He grinned.
Rogue shrugged, and began to dig into the salad.
*~*~*~*
Remy let out a sigh, as he walked down the hallway. He passed a door, and stopped, as he heard muffled sobbing. He carefully opened the door, peeking inside. He saw a Zen styled room, lit with candles that were on the floor. In the middle of the room, he saw Elizabeth, hovered to herself, with her face buried in her arms. "Petite?" He spoke up.
Elizabeth immediately sniffled, and wiped her face, clearing her throat, "Yes?"
Remy frowned, as he walked into the room, closing the door after him. He walked to sit next to her. She turned her face away from him. "You alright?" He asked, concerned.
Elizabeth nodded, and then turned to face him. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Her nose had a red tint from the crying she had done. He glanced at the picture in her hand, "Gotta beau I don't know about?" He grinned.
Elizabeth looked at the picture in her hand, and let out a laugh, "Nice try, luv." She then sobered, "It's my father." She paused, as tears stung her eyes again, "It was my father."
Remy looked at the picture, taking it out of her hands carefully, "May I see?"
Elizabeth nodded, letting go of the frame. Remy stared at the picture. "He looks like," He began, but she interrupted him, finishing his sentence.
"Like Brian?" She finished.
Remy looked at her, smiling, "Yeah."
Elizabeth nodded, and smiled at the picture. "You never talk about your dad, petite. Why?" He curiously asked.
Elizabeth shrugged, her eyes kept on the picture, "That subject I just prefer not to speak about. It's too upsetting." She sighed, as tears welled her eyes.
Remy's heart ached, as his eyes moved up to look at her, noticing the rim of her eyes beginning to water. "Chere, I thought we were best friends. Why don't you talk to me about that, since I talked to you when you made me? Don't you think that's kinda hypocritical?" He asked.
Elizabeth positioned herself in an Indian Style position, and sighed, as she wiped the tears from her eyes, before they began to fall down her face. "Well, he passed away. He was killed in an explosion in his lab." She began.
Remy eased, as he glared at her, listening to her talk. "He said he needed to finish working on more data on an experiment he was working on. Funny thing was, was that him and I were going to the theater that day." She told him. "Then, I sensed something wrong while I was outside in the atrium. I ran into the house, and heard a loud boom. The house shook violently for a moment. Then, I opened the door, and fire just rushed up towards me. I reacted. I couldn't do anything but close the door before it spread into the house," She then let out a sob, as she looked up at the Cajun who sat next to her, glaring at her, "I couldn't save him, Remy. He died. There was nothing I could do!" She sobbed.
Remy frowned, as he put the framed picture onto the ground, and scooted next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He pulled her towards him, letting her rest her head into her shoulder as she sobbed. He lifted a hand, wiping the tears that streamed down her face. "Betts, there was nothing you could do. No matter how harsh the death could be, petite, we have to realize that it's just that person's time." He told her.
Elizabeth then wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging onto him. "He won't be able to do what a father does for his daughter anymore, Remy. He's gone!" She sobbed.
Remy then wrapped his other arm around her, hugging her as she cried. He then pulled back, placing his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She blinked through her tears, as he wiped them away, "He's still around ya, chere. Maybe not physically, but he'll always be in your heart. Just remember that." He then smiled, "Plus, you have Brian to take his place, right?"
Elizabeth nodded in understanding. They stared at each other for moments at a time in silence. "Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on, Remy." She finally said.
Remy smiled at her, "Anytime, petite. I'll always be there for a beautiful woman when she's down." He grinned.
Elizabeth shook her head smiling slightly, as she playfully shoved him. He kept his grip around her, and he quickly leaned into her, briefly placing a kiss on her lips. They pulled away from each other, and stared at each other. He hesitated on repeating his action, but then leaned down into her, kissing her again. This time, deeply and passionately, as he felt her tightening her hold on him, kissing him in return. Their kiss continued, as he lied onto her, on the woven mat beneath them. He cradled her face in his hands, as he settled on top of her, kissing her, his tongue delving into her mouth. They pulled away, their passion breathing heavily from their mouths, as they stared at each other. He stroked her face, their gazes locked onto each other, "You know you're so beautiful chere." He breathed.
She gulped, as she blinked up at him. "Remy, I don't—"
"I'm not using any type of hypnotic charm on you. I'm just actin' on what I'm feelin', petite." He told her.
"But, the alcohol—"
Remy shook his head, "I may be a little intoxicated, but I've felt this way for a long time."
Before she could say anything else, he planted his mouth to hers again, Her fingers combed through his hair, as he inhaled her scent through his nostrils.
AN- Whoa….steamy…..so yeah…..don't worry, Rogan fans, there's more to come…however, a virus hit my system, so I don't know if I'll be able to update later today, cuz I gotta reinstall WINDOWS….GAH!!! Anyways, so yeah….WOOHOO! Go Betts, it's yo birthday! And Jonda fans….*evil grin* stay tuned for your Jonda action…..*rubs hands together eagerly*