Twenty minutes later, Remy was being poked, prodded, scanned and studied like some crazy lab experiment. He rolled his eyes impatiently. Of course it would have to be him and not her who turned out to be the phenomenon. It was quickly discovered that Rogue still had her mutation when she absorbed a little bit of both Hank and Forge within mere seconds. With Rogue's mutation still intact for everyone but Remy, all attention had turned curiously in his direction.
"Absolutely incredible." Hank marveled as he and Forge looked over many of Remy's test results.
"What?" both Rogue and Remy asked simultaneously.
"It's his mutation," Forge explained. "He can produce and manipulate kinetic energy, and employ it into things."
"Already knew that," Remy interrupted, slightly annoyed.
"I didn't." Rogue frowned. It occurred to her that with all the time she had spent with Remy, she actually had no idea what his mutation even was. It made her suddenly uncomfortable that she had so eagerly allowed Remy to become physically intimate with her while she knew so little about him. It made her feel cheap and needy, like a drunk tramp in a bar.
"It appears that he's somehow able to produce an organic version of the inhibitor collar without even trying. Static energy seems to emanate from him," Forge explained. "It's quite remarkable to encounter such a mutation."
"This 'static energy' appears to be vast amounts of untapped energy awaiting your disposal," Hank added, addressing Remy. "It seems to buzz around you constantly, which in turn makes you able to touch Rogue. Your mutation interferes with hers in a rather beneficial form."
"I'd say you lucked out on the husband lottery, Rogue." Forge laughed. "Gambit may be the only person you're ever able to touch unless—"
"I'm not wearing that damn collar." Rogue replied adamantly. She hated the idea of eternally relying on a collar to suppress and control her mutation. It was unnatural.
The look of disappointment on Forge's face was apparent. "But you're the perfect test subject—"
"I ain't a guinea pig!" Rogue snapped. She got up and headed towards the exit. "Gambit's mutation has nothing to do with me, so I'll be going now."
Remy politely thanked both Forge and Beast before leaving the lab himself. He caught up to Rogue quickly, puzzled by her quick temper.
"Mind explaining what just happened in there?" he asked calmly.
"Apparently your mutation repels mine."
"I meant with the collar."
Rogue shifted her eyes uncomfortably. Remy knew instantly that he'd tapped onto a touchy subject with her.
"What good would that stupid collar do for me in the long run?" Rogue sighed. "It won't take my powers away permanently or teach me how to control them. False hope is all it is."
"But you could touch people for a little while."
She gave a faint smile. "I think I'd easily become addicted to it then. And prolonged use isn't safe. Forge hasn't gotten that far with it yet. The collar is unstable and crude at best, and I'd very much like to keep my life, thank you."
She glanced away nervously, and Remy suspected she was unsure whether or not she should have revealed something so personal to him. It was a tense situation. An hour ago they had gone from screaming at each other, to frantically groping each other in a bathroom, to lab tests, and finally to this moment right here. This awkward moment of tentatively trusting the other a little bit more.
"Well, Chere, it looks like I'm all you've got, so by all means—touch away," Remy answered gallantly spreading his arms out in a lavish 'come get it' gesture. It was something Remy did best, using charm and humour to lighten up uncomfortable situations.
She laughed out loud, and shoved him playfully. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"With you? Oui." Remy effortlessly roped his arm around her waist. "I believe we had some tests of our own to conduct concerning this new discovery of our very compatible mutations."
He'd actually made her face flush an adorable red.
"I'm not so sure sleeping together is going to change the fact that the only thing compatible between us is mutation."
"That's why it's an experiment."
Rogue jerked her body away from his in alarm. "I'm not sleeping with you as an experiment!" she cried indignantly.
"Then how about because you like me?" Remy coaxed as he seamlessly wormed his arm back around her.
"I never said I liked you," Rogue argued.
"Ah, but you did say you liked kissing me," Remy answered quickly, drawing her face up to his. "And in order to like kissing me, some part of you must like me."
"That's the stupidest logic I've—"
Remy quickly cut her off as he covered his lips over hers. Within seconds she melted willingly into his arms, kissing him back. It was amazing how quickly he had managed to sway her resistance. It meant only one thing to him. She wanted him.
She could make up all the excuses she wanted to, but deep down she wanted him. He could almost taste her desire for him on her lips. Remy was well aware of the heady rush of emotions she must be feeling right now. A huge discovery had been made today. One that he was sure would solidify their relationship. He was practically bubbling over with triumph.
He was the only known man able to touch her.
For Remy, it put his mind at ease. He'd agonized over the countless men she may or may not have been attracted to, and now one single thing set him apart from the rest. He alone had the one thing she wanted most from another human being.
The ability to touch her.
And he planned on doing just that.
Morally, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was taking advantage of her. She was brand new—right out of the box. He was treading dangerously fast into virgin territory with total abandon. She had every right to stall and hesitate with him, but at the same time, he'd been dying the past few weeks in celibacy hell.
There was very little objecting going on with her right now, and Remy took it as a positive sign. He decided to see just how far she would actually let him go. Then he would try to weasel his way further and further until he got what he wanted. He'd steal her heart in no time flat from whoever held it once he showed her what all the real joys of being married entailed. Soon, her former lover would be only a ghost of a memory to her.
Working as quickly as he possibly could, he managed to guide her back to their room and gain them total privacy behind the closed door. His body was on fire for her as he tugged her with him to one of the beds.
She moaned softly underneath him as he pushed his body roughly against hers. Angels on high could not have sounded sweeter than her delicate moans. Completely overtaken with lust and a sense of proving to her that he was the better male, Remy went straight to where they had left off. He was intent on giving her the most unforgettable, pleasurable experience.
Rogue couldn't get enough of him. She hadn't dared object to moving back to their room for privacy. She had abandoned all common sense and responsibility. At this point it was a matter of want versus need.
She wanted to feel all the things she'd missed out on. What she needed to do was calm down and take things slowly. At this rate, it was likely she'd regret what she was doing with Remy right now. It was difficult to think straight with him moving at a breakneck speed.
She liked it. He may have been the most despicable man on the planet the majority of the time, but she couldn't say no to him right now. She'd been denying her attraction to him for weeks, and now that she could touch him, the mixture was irresistible. Suddenly Remy LeBeau had quickly become the most attractive man in the world, and she could forget every single fault and personality flaw he had.
He looked at her with awe and delight as she allowed him to remove her top again. His hands moved eagerly over her skin in wanton anticipation. It wasn't long before his lips moved down her body in delicious hot swirls, sending high notes of pleasure coursing through her body.
She tensed up in alarm when he hit the button on her jeans. He was gently tonguing the sensitive side of her belly, distracting her from his fingers, which worked the button loose. Remy sensed her change in comfort and immediately became defensive. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to erase the other man from her thoughts. She was his by marriage and he had every right to her. He'd had enough of it.
"Who is he?" Remy practically growled at her irrationally.
She struggled to move her head from the pillow and look at him. A frown creased across her eyebrows in utter confusion.
"Who is who?" she asked bewildered.
"The man you're in love with. The guy you were supposed to marry," Remy answered bitterly.
Remy had expected and anticipated many reactions from her when he revealed he knew she wasn't in love with him but completely in love with someone else. Her breaking into hysterical laughter was not one of them. He was starting to feel very foolish when she finally settled down and looked at him seriously.
"Oh my God," she answered in surprise. "You're dead serious."
"I think as your husband I have a right to know," Remy replied sourly.
"There is no other man," she answered while trying to keep a straight face. "How on earth did you get a notion like that in your head?"
"You keep pushing me away," he answered, quickly realizing he was making a complete idiot of himself. Of course she'd be pushing him away. Like a jerk, he'd overreacted and forgot she was new at this.
She bit her lip and heaved a big sigh. "Remy, I've kept people at an arm's length since my mutation flared up, and this is all quite overwhelming. I'm – I'm not used to this, being able to touch n' all. You have to understand, this is all brand new to me. You're not competing with a man. You're competing with years of mental conditioning on my part. I need time."
"But I want you now," Remy answered forlornly. "You have no idea how badly I want you. I've always wanted you."
Her features softened. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
"It's the truth," he answered quietly. "I know you don't expect much of that coming from me, and I know you hate me… but I… well, I don't hate you."
"I don't hate you either," Rogue answered back softly.
Something intimate passed between them as they looked each other in the eyes. It was like Remy was seeing her clearly for the first time. And she was incredible. He'd never had this sort of a moment with anyone before. It was alarming to feel the sudden swell of emotions that rose up in his chest. Something profound had hit him. It was pure and unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He'd never been one for grand revelations, but suddenly he'd been hit with an awesome thought.
This wasn't about him.
And it wasn't going to be. It was about her.
Remy dipped his head down and planted a small, affectionate kiss on her hipbone. A humble offering to a goddess. Rogue slowly leaned her head back onto her pillow, closing her eyes as Remy continued to worship her the only way he knew how.
He moved at an almost lazy pace, leaving a soft trail of licks and kisses across her body. Having a better understanding of exactly what he was up against, Remy paid careful attention to anything that made her gasp or softly moan in pleasure. He'd been given the chance to show her what touching could be like, what being married could be like.
Remy had the opportunity to prove to her just how selfless and attentive he could be, wanted to be. It was killing him to ignore his own needs and desires, but for her, he'd do it. He could and would be the best damn husband he could be. He'd once told her that she'd never want for anything with him. At the time it had been a line, but right now the words rang true. He'd make sure her needs were always met.
With the barest movement, he pulled the zipper to her jeans down. She inhaled sharply as he slowly slid his hands under the fabric, gently sliding them down her legs until her pants were off and on the floor. He glanced up quickly, meeting her eye and looking for permission to continue. She swallowed hard and bit her lip, leaning back once more as his hands slid softly across her legs and hungrily over her now exposed thighs.
He planted sharp, lust filled kisses and nips all over those milky white thighs before slipping his fingers underneath the elastic waist band of her panties and slid them off. She cried out in ecstasy when his fingers moved gently between her legs, massaging her most intimate places with unparalleled skill.
It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Rogue gripped the bed sheets tightly as wave after wave of pure bliss mounted up inside her. She bucked her hips up against his fingers, nearly begging him to move faster and harder. She wanted more of what he was giving her, but at the same time desperately craved release. The waves continued to rise within her as Remy gradually upped his speed and pressure. She was sure that there was no possible way this could get any better. She was completely, unconditionally all his as long as his fingers kept doing what they were doing.
She whimpered in agony when he pulled his fingers away from her. Desperately, she snatched his hand within hers and tried yanking it back where she wanted it. He gave his rich, throaty laugh, the one that sent shivers down her spine on a normal day. Now it made her body respond in absolute euphoria.
"I insist on doing this properly, ma cherie," he murmured, moving his hand from hers to gently spread her legs apart.
Once satisfied with her co-operation, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. The world as she knew it changed. Her body gave in with total abandon to the sheer rapture he offered her. The pleasure he had so easily built up within her was now to a breaking point and she was unsure just how much more she could take. Uncontrollable notes of elation rang clear from her throat as she hit her peak. She swore she could see stars as Remy's tongue brought her to her climax.
Rogue lay exhausted on the bed, panting and grinning in satisfaction. Small tremors of bliss still shot through her body as friendly reminders of what she'd finally experienced. Remy remained at the end of the bed watching her intently, she could see the pride shining on his face. He knew he'd done well and there was no need for her to say anything, but she did anyway.
"Wow." She breathed, still trying to catch her breath and come back down from her euphoric high. "That was incredible."
Remy beamed at her triumphantly. It was like she'd given him a solid gold medal or something. Apparently she did need to confirm to him that he'd done a good job. She'd forgotten how fragile the male ego was, and found herself thankful that she'd spoken up, at least for his sake. Frankly, the praise was well deserved, and she didn't mind saying so.
With her praise still ringing in his ears, Remy moved up to lie beside her. Instantly, she turned her body towards his, snuggling up close. He was deciding how to best broach the subject of his own pleasure, when he felt her hands running smoothly over his T-shirt. She pulled the shirt off of him and tossed it aside. She ran her hands over his bare chest and stomach, then tentatively over the bulge in his jeans. He closed his eyes and sighed softly. It appeared she was going to take matters into her own hands.
Within minutes of her initial move, she had gained confidence and brazenly unzipped his jeans, dipping swiftly into his pants to grasp him lightly. He moaned in delight, not entirely sure how long he could last during her exploration. He'd had enough trouble keeping it together during her climax, and now with her hand curiously sliding over his hard flesh he was on the very brink.
She positioned herself halfway down the bed to get a better grip on him. Moan after moan escaped his lips as she worked her hands over him. She found her rhythm quickly, and Remy was in heaven. His wife seemed to be a natural in the art of pleasure.
He'd never cried out a woman's name before, but at the height of his passion, he felt her mouth slide over his member, enveloping him completely. It was perfect timing. He came in a hurried blur, moaning her name and unable to regain any control once she'd taken him into her mouth.
She pulled her lips from him with a startled expression on her face.
"Sorry 'bout that," Remy apologized. "Usually I can give fair warning first."
She gave him a puzzled look. "Why are you apologizing? The whole point was to make sure you got yours."
Awestruck, Remy smiled at her and she smiled shyly back.
Yup. He definitely loved being married to her.