Maple Leaf
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It was moments like these that Scott Summers longed for. The few and sparse times when they would cuddle in bed to the first rays of sunshine. This morning Mrs. Summers was sporting a rather transparent ebony nightgown as he held her in his arms.
"Scott." she kissed his forehead first, then his cheekbones, then his ears and neck shortly followed by his lips, "I was thinking."
"Thinking about what?" He kissed her back pationately yet gently. She smiled back at him. Her eyes saying the words her lips never did, "I love you."
"Remember our conversation?"
"Which one?"
A devious glint crossed her features as she crawled ontop of him. His eyes lit up behind his visor, "Oh I remember that conversation Jean."he grabbed her hips. Stradeling her against his body.
"No not that conversation Scott," she bent her forehead down with a flick of her hair to his ear. Jean began to suckle his ear taking nips here and there before pulling back an inch to blow breath on it sending delightful chills down his spine, "The one about having children."
Had she actually said that? Scott blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. When he was sure life was as is he pulled Jean into a hug, "Thank you Jean so much! I know how hard this will be for you with your doctor career and all. You don't know how truly happy this makes me that you are finally willing to take the next step!" Scott held her tightly. Tears trailed a path down his face into her hair.
"Scott," she pulled back, "I realised that I was being selfish. And lately I haven't been myself. I was not being fair to either of us. I promise, I promise that I'll make things better."
"You aren't obligated to have children right now jean if you don't want too."
She smiled up at him, "As of late I've had dreams of little red headed tikes running around the mansion ambushing the Professor."
"Me too," he placed another kiss to her forehead, "Let's start now!" he flipped her underneath him before she could even blink.
"No, wait Scott!"
"Wait why?"
"What about the others? They might here us."
"That won't be any different from any other night."
"Yes it is."
"Explain."
She sighed, "Scott we aren't just pleasuring ourselves anymore. We are trying to make a family," she placed a hand on her stomach, "I don't think that you will be able to unleash your full potential whilst being considerate to the other residents here."
"Fine. Then where do you suggest we do this then?"
At that she smirked, "I know the perfect place."
[48 HOURS AGO]
"How was work?" Gambit asked her as she came into her bedroom.
"Hard, why don't ya try it one day?" she pushed his feet off the coffee table.
"Tat bad?"
"Worse. It seemed like everyone an they mama was there taday. She wants this ,but mom wants that! I can't stand it! Why don't they sort everything out before they come in my office an hold me over time cause I gotta settle they disputes! I ain't Oprah!" she slammed a bunch of folders on her desk.
"Looks like we're busy."
"We're? We're? Where was we're when I had ta do te boquest by hand? Where was we're when I tracked down six awoll grooms and dragged they asses back ta te alter huh? Where were 'we' then!"
"Look I know ya had a bad day. Tat don't mean take it out on me."
The vein in her temples rose along with a vase in her fist she hadn't realised she picked up until it went soaring in Gambit's direction.
He cought it with ease, "Relax cherie. I wouldn want ya ta die of a heart attack why ya still a virgin."
He could practicaly here the evil glare she was giving him before she took a deep breath, "Ok Mr. We, we got a couple out in Vancouver."
"Canada?"
"The same. This whole week is dedicated to her happiness. Normaly I would take a little longer than that, but she's been going through planners like Bobby goes through condoms. From wat I hear she's a real bitch and fickle too."
"So you want me ta romance her inta staying?"
"No you're going to help me give her the best wedding of her life so get packing we leaving tanight."
"Should I pack your clothes to?"
"Don't even think about it Cajun."
Slightly dissapointed he set upon his tasks. Around six he found her eating ice cream in the kitchen.
"Is there enough left fer me?" Remy asked leaning against the door frame.
"Sure," she sat the spoon down, "Go out te gate, take a left, then a right. Krogers is on yer left."
"I meant can I have some of te peticular icecream you eatin?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Wat are ya gonna give me fer this ice cream?"
"Depends what brand is it?"
"Ben and Jerry's."
"Alright what do you want then?"
"I want a kiss. ne that'll make me forget my awful day at work an the vase I threw at you."
"I can do that."
"I'll soon find out."
Rogue had been wanting to be more intimate with him for a while. Remy nearly everyday more than hinted his desires to her, yet never made a move. He was waiting for her. Or can you call it waiting when everytime he stepped out of line she just used her powers on him before anything could happen?
Remy was doing a happy dance ending with a good few backflips in his head. She had actually asked him to kiss her. He briefly wondered if she had too much to drink or were the extra calories from the ice cream were cloging up her brain artries. Either way he finally had the chance to speed their relationship up a bit. But he also knew Rogue wouldn't take it to well if he tried to take advantage of the situation.
So he approached slowly making sure she was concious of his every move. He stopped in front of her and looked down. He wanted to read her eyes to see how she felt about this, but he was met with stone cold eyes. How did she do that? Logan perhaps ...
He bent down gently touching his lips to hers. He nibbled and sucked here and there never invading her mouth. Eventualy she pushed him back with a roll of her eyes, "Just cause I said I wanted ta forget didn't mean sind me ta sleep!"
See that's what happens when you try to be nice. So instead of going about things with a Christian approach he dove into her mouth. After a very warm minute or two he released her for air, "Better, but I'm willin ta bet tat te light switch over there is more turned on than I am."
That hurt. How much damage can the pride of one man take? "Anna?"
"What?"
He grabbed her roughly by her hair crashing her lips against his. They battled for dominance. This may be a game, but he held all the cards. He managed to open her mouth first. Invading. Tasting her and the strawberry ice cream she was eating. Her hands wound theirselves around his neck pulling him even closer as if the hand on her hair did nohing for her.
His loose hand found her back. With spread fingures he began to trace the contours of her body almost menacingly. His nails digging in the fabric of her shirt until he reached the top of her jeans. He knew she wanted him to go lower, but he wouldn't. This trist was his to control. He moved his hand back up. The other holding her hair yanked her back. Her bottom lip sliding out of his. Saliva brightening the corner of her swollen lips.
Her eyes opened slowly not exactly registering that he had let him go. He was baout to grip her again when she surprised them both by jumping into his arms. Catching her her legs wound theirselves around his waist. This time she smirked yanking his hair pulling him to her for a peck then setting him loose along her neck as his hands gripped her bottom firmly. he would never forget the feel of her flesh in his hands ever.
Yanking him back she lead him to her mouth. Turned on he all but waved the middlefinger at the Gentlemen approach to this. He switched her weight to one hand using the other to scatter the contents of the table on the floor before slamming her against it. She should had protested. Cried in pain. Instead she moaned. He was once again on top of things. His lips found hers again as his arms started to trail theirselves up her thighs when the sound of the rfigerator door opening stopped them both.
"Like umm sorry to interupt." Kitty was beet red holding a glass of milk in her hand. Exactly how long had she been there?
"Kitty ..." Roue's voice was meant to contain malice, yet it had a breathless note to it.
"I was just thirsty honest. After watching you two I think I'm gonna like find Pete and help him work out some tension. Just pretend like I wasn't here." she walked off.
Gambit sighed. That girl was so nosey. No doubt she was watching them from the beginning. He bent down to pick up from where he left off when he was kicked onto the floor by Rogue.
"Alright Cajun that was a ... pretty good kiss."
"It looked more than pretty good to me."
She sniffed, "I've had better." she loved to tease him. The look on his face was priceless, "Come on we gotta go. Vancouver awaits."
"I hope we have plenty of freetime."
"Why?" Rogue asked picking up the things he knocked off form the table.
"Cause I might jus show ya wat else I'm pretty good at."
Pretending she didn't know what he was talking about, "You are not pickpocketing foreighners again Remy."
"You know what I meant."
"You said something that you're pretty good at. Are you planning to cook as well?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, "You'll just find out te hard way won't you?"
Jean watched them from the shadows. It was not her intent to ruin Rogue's life again just yet when she walked down to get some orange juice. Instead she saw Kitty smiling just outside the kitchen door. As Kitty stepped in Jean leaned along the door frame turning her eye cautiously around the corner to see her nemisis making out with her new target. How could that be? She had tried nearly everything to win him over.
Honestly how hard did a gal have to try? Maybe she should sit on his bed, legs spread, with an arrow pointng to her sex. Upset she continued to survey them and Kitty smiling in obvious approval of their activities until she got caught of course. Seeing that Kitty was about to leave she hid behind a tall bust. After the girl left she came back to listen further.
Vancouver?
Did Rogue honestly think she could escape her? Her wrath was all encompossing. She'd burn the planet if that's what it took to break the two apart. Biting her nail she headed back to her room. Scott was showering as she scowled at her ceiling from her bed. She knew she was leaving as well, but how to do so without looking suspicious?
Using her mind she reached out to find their exact location. Strangely Remy's mind was blocked so she tried Rogue's. She hated doing that because more than often she cam eacorss the psyche of someone else today she got Ms. Marvel who Rogue accidently fully absorbed taking both her mind and powers.
With her eyes closed she saw Rogue's mind. It was a field of grey as far as the eye could see populated with wraiths, ghostly spirits, that half resembled people. There was only one here who had a true form. The blonde woman surged forward with a punch sending Jean realing back into her own mind. Upset, she decided to contemplate a saffer way of getting the information she seeked.
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"Oww!"
"Wat's wrong Anna?" Gambit asked as they borged the Blackbird with Logan who was going to take the jet back after hey dropped them off.
"My head hurt."
"I wonder why." Logan said looking straight at Gambit.
"Want me to grab some advil?"
"No it passed. It was weird though. Felt like something was tryin ta claw its way inside my head then got forcefully dejected."
"Pictures of me nude perhaps?" Gambit said hopefully.
"You know good an well I aint seen ya nude."
"Yet."
"Let's go." Logan said taking off a little harder than he had to.
[Vancouver; Granville Island Hotel]
"What ya mean ya canceling te wedding!" Rogue all but growled at the lady who she was supposed to be helping, "I took off this whole week for you personaly! I was promised a fee for my work! If I would had known ya had cold feet I would had just scheduled someone else in! Time is money Ms. Cook an I ain't got time fer people ruining my schedule! Do you know how many customers you lost me this week not ta mention how much work it's gonna be rewritting my schedule!"
They hadn't been in the hotel for an hour yet when Ms. Cook showed up deciding to tell her that she broke her engagement days ago when a phone call would had sufficed. Now she was busy verbaly tearing the poor woman a new hole. She was pissed. Remy wanted to pull her back, but he was afraid that in her state her temper would burn his arms off if he even came near her.
"I'm sorry Ms. Darkholme. it won't happen again."
"It sure as hell wont cause I am never taking you on as a client again!"
"Will it make you feel better if I just give you some cash and go?"
"Some?"
"Will a few hundred work?"
Anna laughed, "A few hundred? That was te cost ta get overhere!" She wasn't going to tell her she took the jet now was she?
"I have a buisness ta run Ms. Cook. I do not have time ta be detured by clients with cold feet! I turned down five appointments for you! And they all probobly hired someone else so you tell me what is a few hundred doing for me huh?"
Ms. Cook looked scared to death. Was this really the nice lady she talked to over the phone? "Ok how about half of our agreed payment?"
"That'll do." Rogue watched her write the check then snatched it out of her hands before Ms. Cook fled.
"Bitch," Rogue muttered slamming the door shut, "Looks like we came all te way here fer notin. Guess we outta call Logan."
"Non let's stay."
"Stay? Stay? Did you not just hear what I told her? Time is money."
"You ain't nowhere near broke Anna. Besides I work too."
"I like legally aquired money better."
Rolling his eyes, "She payed you half right."
Looking the check over, "Yes."
"Well then we should stay half the time. You need a break before you break someone."
"What are you tryin ta say?"
"That you look a little stressed is all. Nothing a little relaxing won't fix."
"Fine. I'll call my secretary ta switch the schedule for the other half of the week."
"Good girl."
They spent the rest of the day exploring the area. Remy knew she was far too mad to touch her again like this afternoon. By bedtime the scowel didn't leave her face.
"We can share the bed Rems. Touch me though an yer dead."
They never shared a bed before. Fine he wouldn't touch her, but she didn't say he couldn't lay very very close to her.
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Jean pulled out her laptop searching for Rogue's buisness phonenumbers. Clicking on the sight she found contact us. Two numbers were given as well as an email. She called the building at 121-2121 only to recieve a buisness signal. It was the same with 565-5656. So she resorted to an email.
Hello,
I wish to make an inquiry about your services and I am willing to pay top dollar $$$ to have my wedding cordinated by Ms. Darkholme herself after all her work speeks for itself. Please contact me back at . Thanks.
She fooled around with solitare for one hundred and eighty minutes before she got a responce.
Thanks for the inquiry,
Unfortuantely Ms. Darkholme is taking no customers at the time since she is on buisness in Vancouver, but if it is urgent she may take a personal call at the Granville Island Hotel phone; the number is 437-1111.
Sorry for the inconvience; Melonie Shaw
Jean smirked as she typed Granville Island Hotel into her search engine, "Not inconvinent at all Michelle." she nuttered as she pulled up directions. If only she could figure out a way to leave the mansion without it being suspicious to either Scott or anyone else?
[At Present]
Rogue and Gambit were just coming from the exercise room when they heard a familiar voice coming from the lobby.
"I told you that it would be beautiful here Scott."
"You're the only one I see." He pulled her into a hug, "I can't wait for you to get pregnant."
The southerners stopped in their tracks seeing the two embrace. It seemed sureal to actually see those two here. Was it coincidence?
"Rogue! Remy! Fancy seeing you here!" Jean smiled. Scott turned also surprised.
"Hello Scott." Rogue greeted.
"And Jean." Remy said half heartidly.
Jean rested her head on Scott's shoulder with a bright smile and eyes only for him, "I wanted to get away for a while so that Scott and I can ... umm ... progress in our relationship." she blushed.
"Progress?" Remy asked.
Scott's smile became even brighter than hers, "We are going to make a baby."
"Too much information." Rogue said, "Well we're not goin ta hold ya up."
"Good because I have strawberries and champange waiting in our room. Let's go Scott!" Jean practically dragged him to their room.
"Well that was different." Remy commented.
"Different yes. Coincidence unlikely."
He studied her, "Ya thank Jean's just here ta screw with us?"
Nodding, "I doubt Scott'll be te only one she's screwing this weekend. Good thang we only got a day left here."
"Oui."
Scott slammed Jean against the metal door putting his lips to hers urgently. His mind told him that this was a trick. That his own wife really didn't wont to have kids. That the only reason they were here on this 'second honeymoon' was for her to abuse Rogue's life further. His heart wanted to believe her lies while his body just wanted to live for the moment and that moment dealt with Jean intimatly.
Thankfully Scott was finished. It was not that he was bad or anything, but she had other matters to attend to. She had half a mind to force him to sleep ,but finally he did. Carefully she snuck into the bathroom. During sex she had placed a barrier within herself to keep his seed from implanting itself on her. Sure children is nice, but she was a career woman. She refused to ruin it by being made into a rotund housewife. And just to be sure she used the bathroom then cleaned her body fully.
Stepping out of the shower she was surprised to see him awake again. Damn.
"Couldn't sleep?" Scott smiled lazily at her.
"I tried," she dropped her towel to the floor, "But I couldn't get you off my mind or anywhere else for that matter." The things she does for the sake of love. The next time Scott fell asleep she made certain he wouldn't wake up until she allowed it followed by another furrow cleansing session.
Clad in her best nightwear she made her way to the empty front desk to find out which room was theirs. To her surprise they were sharing a room. She surely couldn't do what she needed to do with rogue right there.
"Goodness that hick never makes anything easy!" she growled putting the computer on hibernate. She would just have to find another time to harass him. Walking back to her room she thought then got an idea. Opening the door to see her husband resting she never realised how useful he would be to her on this trip. A little notion here and there and she was sure to have her play time.
The next morning Rogue awoke with her head on Remy's chest. It was comfortable there and yet someone knocked on the door prefusely. Growling much like Logan she stomped off to the door a figurative fire in her traks.
"What!" she yelled loud enough to wake Remy up.
Scott took a step back, "Sorry to wake you. i thought we could talk Rogue. This ... well it's a little personal."
"It can't wait till later?"
"I rather it not. I kinda want to talk to you before Jean wakes up."
She snarled at him a second from slmming the door in his face.
"Please?"
Rogue looked back at Remy then at the door, "Fine. Give me some time ta change."
After she washed and dressed she kissed her boyfriend goodbye. He, after his morning dose of 200 pushups and situps, was going to bathe. With another quick kiss she joined Scott outside.
"I know the perfect place to talk. There's a park a little ways from here ,but ..."
"No, we are staying here. Besides their Dockside restaurant got real nice foods."
"Yeah, but but the park will be more private."
"Scott it's seven in the mornin. No one will be there anyway. It's just as private as anywhere else."
"But the park ... "
"Either we eat here or I'm going back ta bed."
"No here's fine." he said quickly. he couldn't get why he thought a park was the perfect idea out of his head. Something about it seemed t just stick. Oh well one place is just as good as any.
True to her word they were the only guest there save for the waitor that waited on them. After their drinks arrived and orders placed Scott looked at her intently.
"So." he started turning a little red.
"So what?"
"Well you see jean and I are trying to you know ..."
"Have a family."
"Yeah that and you're a woman."
"Gee, thanks fer noticin."
"But my problemis that I want to please Jean."
"Do I look like a kamra-Sutra book?"
"And I figured that the best way to know what a woman likes in bed is to ask another woman what she likes. And you're here ..."
She spat out her drink hard, burning her lungs, "Are ya askin me about sex?"
"Yeah. I noticed you two are sharing a room and you both have been so cozy. i assumed that the transition in behavior is because you two did it."
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Remy heard the door open as he showered. He figured Rogue was trying to get back at him. he felt eyes on his body before he said, "See sometin ya like?" and turned to be horrified.
Jean's eyes widened. Rogue was surly a lucky one to get all of that! "Oh yes I do see something that I like Mr. LeBeau and I am not leaving until I get it."
Pulling the curtain to cover his netheregions, "What te hell are ya doin here? Wat is yer problem? Can't ya just go and get yer fill of Scott or sometin."
"Scott is no fun."
"You said yall came ta make babies."
"I'd tell Scott anything," her eyes traveled his body, "To get what i want."
"Do ya ever get tired of being a bitch. It aint Rogue's fault that Scott had feelings for her. You're as much to blame here as he is."
"I don't need a lecture Professor." she snapped, "You will sucumb to me." she concentrated trying to pry into his mind when she was blocked. Blocked?
"Can't get in can ya?" Gambit said slowly moving out of the shower to his clothes.
Her eyes followed him, "She ... she did that didn't she!"
"She? Remy knows a lot of femmes Jean. Ya might want ta specify who yer talkin about."
She blasted her powers at him sending him into the wall, "Rogue that's who! She thinks she so perfect with her little wedding planner job and Scotts affections and sexy as hell boyfriend and all that sympathy. Well what about me huh? What about Jean Grey? Did she get justice? Did she get support? NO! Everyone turned their backs to me incuding Scott! And I will make her know what it is like to lose! She will learn my pain ten fold! For as long as I live I will personally see to her suffering and if I can't steal your love then perhaps I can steal your life!"
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"I'm sorry Scott I can't help ya."
"Why not besides the fact that this is embarassing?"
"I can't believe I'm sayin this aloud."
"Trust me I didn't believe I would be asking you about this aloud."
She looked around to be sure that no one was there, "I'ma virgin ok. I can't help ya out."
"Well that explains why you're so stressed all the time." he teased earning a fork stab.
"Oww!" he rubbed his hand.
"Look Scott I know ya asked me down here ta help, but I can't. I ... I gotta go."
"No wait!" he grabed her arm fiercely, "You will stay here."
She looked at Scott. Why did he sound possessed all of a sudden? Eyes widening she flung Scott with the strength she was known for and flew out the window to her own. She was about to bust in like Wonderwoman when she saw Gambit had it under control. Jean was unconcious on the floor.
Flying in, "What happened?"
"Jean caught me in te shower an I thought it best I reaquaint her with my pole."
She inclined an eyebrow at him.
"I meant my metal pole." he picked it up with his feet and twirled it into view.
"Doesn't matter. Let's dump her somewhere."
"Where?"
"I think I have an idea ..."
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Jean woke up with a headache. When she got her hands on him he would pay! Standing up she noticed she was up very very high, "The CN TOWER! ROGUE YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND ARE DEAD DO YOU HERE ME? DEAD AS IN D-E-A-D AS IN BAMBI'S MOM, MC HAMMER CAREER DEAD, DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"
Rogue and Remy flew off to their next appointment in Boulder,Colorado.
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