Rogue wandered out the front door of the mansion, snow-covering parts of the dark driveway.
Warm white gloves covered her hands as she snuggled her arms to her torso increasing the warmth she felt within her black jumper.
It amazed Rogue how the mansion still needed to wander down the path to collect the mail. Flipping open the flap she journeyed back towards the said mansion. She remembered Kurt had been eager to bamf down to avoid her walking in the cold, however she would rather indulge in the cold misty picture that was outside then smell the harsh scent of sulphur for the morning. She smiled at the kindness of her brother. Whether adopted or not.
Smack!
Something both cold and soft collided with Rogues face,
She paused in her path wiping the offending stuff on her face before eagerly looking around.
Cajun…
"Told y' Remy wan'ed a snow fight wit' his Chere" He smirked.
Rogue growled before chasing him across the front yard.
Chasing him through the forest on the edge of the yard she growled when she lost sight of him. Damn Cajun.
Crash!
A huge pile of snow was pushed off onto her. Looking up she saw the tail of a trench coat disappear, once again she took off, catching up with him with the adrenaline pumping through her, swiftly she jumped up onto the tree waiting for him to stop.
Smirking she then jumped down onto him. Picking up wads of snow she hastily rubbed it all over his face, knocking off glasses revealing his demon like eyes.
Sitting up slightly he shook the icicles out of his hair and off his face.
Rogue was sitting straddled across his lower body in triumph.
Rogue then saw the grin across his face before she had time to react he hauled her down close to his chest flipping her over so she lay under himself.
Rogue blew her hair off her face, glaring before her face turned blank.
Remy neared his face to her own.
"Remy does like dis position Chere." He whispered towards her ear.
Slowly he leant closer, silently moving his sleeve across her mouth.
He then leant right down, the thin cloth of his black dress shirt covering her lips. Pressing his lips to hers. Rogue started to kiss him back, all that she had been saying to herself, out the window, she moved her arms out of his grip about to run them through his hair, as Remys hands trailed her sides.
The mail lay abandoned beside the tree.
Breaking apart Remy looked her over smiling before standing up, offering a hand to Rogue she in her stunned state accepted it, pulling her up.
Snapping back to reality she glanced at the Cajun. Her lipstick remained on the cuff of his shirt, silently she made her way back to the mansion, and not a word passed her lips. Remy trailing close behind her, the smile still plastered on his features.
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"Rogue where's the mail?" Asked an excited Kitty.
"There was none." She replied plainly walking up to her room.
When she noticed Remy did not follow she grabbed him by the arm yanking him up the stairs.
"Wow Chere, Remy get t' go int' y'r bedroom?" He smiled excitedly eyeing up her figure.
Once in her room Rogue threw him against the bed and began pacing the room.
"Erm Chere y' okay?"
Rogue continued to pace before she turned right around facing him.
"This doesn't change anythang Cajun."
"Non?"
"No. And yah don't tell anyone about that." She glared.
"Oui, Oui Remy understand."
"And we aren't anything." She continued.
"Remy gets it friends with benefits only."
"Exactl- No!" She growled, a faint blush invading her cheeks.
Remy chuckled. Shaking her head she saw his sleeve.
"That has tah beh washed immediately to." She grabbed his sleeve and tried to pull him into the bathroom.
"Non! Non! Please, Chere it could be some other femmes! Remy wash dis 'imself!"
"Ah am tha only one that wears that colour lipstick Cajun!" She growled.
He yanked free running out her door and into his locked room.
Sliding down against the door he eyed his sleeve. Smiling he traced the lip mark, he would never wear or wash it again.
Walking over to his top draw he placed the top in beside her green bra he had stolen, an empty bottle of her perfume, a photo of her sleeping, and the present she had passed back, he was to give that back to her on her birthday.
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Rogue for the next few days avoided Remy, whilst Remy chose to follow and cling to her as much as possible.
It was soon Tuesday time to see the professor,
As Rogue stumbled out of bed she chose to brush her teeth and get ready reasonably quick, eager to see what the professor wanted to tell her.
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Okay short chapter, but some major things happened! Read and Review darlings! Muwah xoox! I have the next chappie all written up and ready to post when you want, in other words when I have my usual 20 reviews! Hee!