(A/N: Hey guys....I wasn't going to update on this so soon....But something
about PENGUINS OF DOOM popped into my head and scared the living crap out
of me. Lol. Anyway.....I think that Im gonna make up a whole dictionary full
of words.....cos' this spellchecker is not doing much for me lol. But that's
ok. Im not bothering with spelling errors....If they are there, then they are
there...what els can I do? Oh well.)
Common Misconception
Chapter fourteen: Dat fille is mine.
"Fuck off Cyke!" Came Gambits voice in a low growl as he sat amongst the glass on the floor of his bedroom.
"Excuse me?" Scott said, taken aback by his direct comment. Remy dropped his hands, his actions were clearly of an aggravated nature.
"I said, fuck Off Cyke. Understand homme?" He said again, as if Scott didn't understand him the first time. If Remy could see Scott's eyes, he would see a vicious glare, but all he saw was Scotts jaw clench, and his head lower slightly. Remy rolled his eyes and sighed in agitation. He hoisted himself up and casually walked over to the door. Scott released the handle and stood straight as Gambit approached. He didn't even see Gambit lift his fist, but he felt his knuckles connect with his clenched jaw, creating a slight snap that would leave Scott with a clicky jaw for days.
Scott flew, three feet in the air, and five feet across the room, crashing into a glass coffee table, which was surrounded by the other x-men. Jean helped Scott up, the saw Gambit charging towards him. She held out her hand, and Remy was lifted from the floor, suspended, helpless in mid air. He rolled his eyes and ground his teeth.
"Put me down fille." He warned.
"I don't think so Gambit." Jean said, but Remy was then wrenched out of her telekinetic hold, when Scott shot a full force optic blast at Remys chest.
Gambit glided across the room, and hit the wall with a loud thud. The plaster off the wall cracked and chipped away as Gambit bounced off and smacked into the floor on his front. Gasping for air after having the wind knocked right out of him. Tears formed in his eyes as he sat up and leaned against the wall for support, he was confused. He figured it out in an instant. He blacked out again, then remembered the snap that he heard in Rogues wrist, and jumped, startled at the though.
"Rogue?" He breathed out and jumped to his feet, despite the injury, he was desperate to find her and make sure she was ok. She was the only one that wasn't in the room with him. Rogue sat on the bed in his bedroom, cradling her dislocated wrist, when Remy walked in. He sighed in relief that she was still conscious, but then knew she was hurt. He walked over and kneeled down at her feet. He looked up and met her teary eyes. "Mon dieu." He whispered, shaking his head.
Remy gently took her injured wrist and kissed it. He reached his hand up and cupped her cheek. "Y'all don't have ta say it." She said quietly, her voice had a slight quiver to it. No doubt from the pain. "Ya always sorry." She said. The tone that she created felt a little harsh as Remy absorbed it, but he understood that she was probably going to kick his ass for all of this when they were done with this -saving his life- business.
"Y' can leave if y' want to." He said, looking up at Rogue. She met his eyes. That plain and perfect brown that was created as an allusion to fool people. She shook her head, and snapped her other hand out to his wrist where his watch was. She ripped it from him and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter in a little fizzle of electricity as the small piece of technology was destroyed.
Remy's head followed the direction of the watch, his jaw dropped open when he saw it shatter. "Chere. . . " He said quietly, then turned back and looked up at Rogue again. "Remy needed dat Cherie. . . Now how is he gonna cover his eyes?"
"Y'all shouldn't have ta." She spat out. She tried to wrench her hand from his grasp, but only winced, feeling a huge amount of pain coming from it. "aaah." She whined, blinking away tears. Remy took back her hand and felt around it with his fingers. He leaned up to her and kissed her forehead, she was surprised by his action, so her attention was taken away from what he was doing to her wrist.
Remy kept her gaze on his eyes, and suddenly jerked his hands, hearing a crunching snap in Rogues wrist, she let out a scream, and felt as though she would pass out with the pain, but it suddenly subsided. Her wrist felt better, but stiff. "Y' ok?" Remy asked, going back to kneeling in front of her.
"Ya sonOfAbitch! What the hell did ya do that fer!" She brought her other hand to his head and waked him, making him fall back, he scrambled away then stopped, leaning back on his hands.
"It was dislocated.....De joint need'd resettin' chere....Remy helped y' and y' slap him upside de head." He said, then brought a hand to rub the back of his head.
"Fucker." She mumbled. He chuckled slightly and stood up, offering a hand. "Still hurts you know. " She said quietly, as Remy helped her up.
"Y' don' y' go give ol' Wolvie a tap an get it fixed den?"
Rogue just walked passed him and went into the room where the x-men where tending to Scott. She walked up and brushed a finger passed Logan's neck. He felt the short shock and drain of energy then eyed her up. She offered a week smile and held up her wrist. He nodded then glared at the bedroom where Remy was still inside.
"What are y'all doin' hear?" Rogue asked.
"Well, we followed the group of mutants that you just helped us fight." Jean started. "They were causing quite a bit of trouble across the country. They have a teleporter that is stronger that Kurt, and we have been tracking them down for a week or so."
"Yes child. But the professor said that he detected your signature on Ceribro, almost constant, and he wanted this checking out as well, so I would like to know, exactly how you have constantly been using your power?" Ororo asked, crossing her legs as she sat on the couch.
Rogue looked around and chewed on her lip. "Ah can...uhm, ah can console mah power now, so ah guess that's what keeps me on the radar." She said, rubbing at her now healed wrist.
"What? Wait...like, how?" Kitty piped up.
"R-Gambit....showed me how." She looked to the floor, and Logan picked up on the reason for her action.
"Rogue, your coming home with us." Logan said, sitting forward on the chair. Her head snapped up to him.
"No, no ah cayn't....not yet" She said.
"You don't have a choice child." Ororo said. "You are under the protection of the institute. You must do as your told."
"Wait, Ro' hold on." Logan started, looking at the serene weather witch. "She has a choice. That's one of the rules of the institute." He said in Rogues defence.
"Ah will be back, juss not yet is all."
"Rogue! Are you crazy?!" Scott slurred then clutched his jaw.
"Non. She's juss...mine." Gambit said, coming up behind her and grabbing her arms, holding them behind her back. "I think we should go now chere." He said, looking around until his eyes fell upon Kitty. "Be a good fille and pass Gambit his car keys."
"Not a chance." Kitty said. Gambit looked around and smirked, then heard a yell of sorts come from Rogue as his grasp on her hands tightened, and her shirt began to glow. "Alright alright, Ill like, just get them." Kitty picked up the keys and threw them to Gambit who took back the charge from Rogues clothes and caught them.
"Merci, p'tite. Now I trust dat y' will all back off, an' not follow us." Gambit said. Rogue turned her head to the side and looked at him.
"Let me go Gambit. Ahm cummin' with ya anyway." She whispered.
"Non Cherie. Y' too valuable t' trust." He murmured into her ear. He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Relax chere, Y'know Im not gonna hurt y'....I juss don' want y' t' leave me yet." He said, still as quiet as possible, no-one could hear but Logan.
"You said that ah should go....wha are ya chngein' the rules now?"
"Cos' I need y' Rogue. I really do." Gambit's hand, which was clasped around her wrist, released her, then locked his fingers with hers. She gave his hand a squeeze. "Thank you." He whispered then unwrapped his arm from her waist and began to tug on her hand. They went towards the door, but before she went, she made eye contact with Jean.
//Ahm gonna be fihne....Tell them that please. Ah have ta do this, Jean, make them understand fer me.//
//I will Rogue. Whatever it is that is in his head, it's altering his mental shields. He's terrified Rogue. I can see it even now, I can hear what he's thinking.//
//Thanks Jean, ah owe ya one.// Rogue thought as the elevator doors closed.
"Im sorry about dat chere. But....I need y'." He looked at her, then bottled out of the admitting feelings thing. ".....help, I need y' help." His cheeks began to redden. 'Why did y' say that ?.....Damn fool.'
"Yea, ah know. But wha did ya have ta be so rough? I was gonna come anyway." Rogue said, pulling her hand from his and folding her arms.
"But dis way y' didn' 'ave t' go through all de arguments."
Rogue opened her mouth to argue but was cut off by the elevator doors opening. Remy walked past her and grabbed her arm and pulling her through the lobby of the hotel, dropping the room key on the desk, without even stopping. "Remy....Rems what about our bags?"
"Fo'get em." He snapped. "Sorry,....we can go shoppin' t'morrow." He said, still pulling her hastily out of the hotel, they stopped in the parking lot. Remy looked at his car, and then spotted a shining new motorbike. Remy stopped dead and oogled at the glistening redness of it. "Chere.....Im in love." He said. Rogue stopped and turned to where he was staring. Expecting to find some leggy blond in a bikini or something "Forget de car....we are riding on dat t'day." Remy said, but before Rogue could protest, Remy had already walked over to the bike and started running his fingers along the shiny red paint, and the leather material of the seat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue slid off of the bike and leaned back against it, folding her arms. She looked up to the black velvet, glitter sprinkled sky that had a picture perfect full moon. She sighed deeply and looked around the empty motel car park, Remy was still in the motels office. She put her head in her palms, holding it there.
"Chere?" Came a concerned voice. Rogue dropped her hands to her sides and looked at Remy who stood holding out a can of soda. "Y' ok?"
"Ah could be in mah room right now, listnin' ta linkin park or somethin'." Rogue said, taking the can and examining it.
"It's vanilla coke....I thought dat y'....since y....I thought y'd like it. Y' do like vanilla coke right?" Remy stumbled over his words. Rogue eyed him with suspicion as she fell back into her lean on the bike.
"Yea, Its mah favourite." Rogue said, watching him crack open his own can. "Didn't see you as a vanilla kinda guy." She said, seeing the label.
"Chere..y' have no idea how much Remy love's vanilla." He took a sip from the can. "Were in 8." He said, motioning across the deserted car park towards the room.
Rogue started walking towards it, stifling a yawn. "What tihme is it swamp rat?"
"10pm ma chere." He said, walking in front of her as they walked up the steps to the door of the room. He unlocked it and walked inside, flicking on the light, he looked around. "Not bad." He said, looking at the clean room with two single beds, a tv and a phone. He pulled out his wallet and threw it down on the cabinet next to one of the beds and flopped down on it.
"Whats up with ya?" Rogue asked, closing the door and placing her hands on her hips. "Y'all seem so......un-Remy-ish..?"
"Non, Remy is himself."
"No yer not swamp rat. Ya actin real strange."
"I am not mon river rat."
".....River rat?"
"Oui." Remy said, sitting up. "Y' got a pet name fo' Remy, so now Remy's got a pet name fo' you." He grinned. Rogue sat on his bed facing him.
"Pet names? What the hell do ya call all that chere and cherie stuff?" She asked, glaring at him. Remy stopped and thought for a moment.
"....Dat's juss cos.....I don' know y' real name chere. What is y' real name?" He asked, changing the subject to wriggle out of the situation.
"Not a chance swampy." She said shaking her head. "Ya not getting that outa me."
"Y' juss embarrassed b'cause of it....Whats yo' name chere? Is it....Vera? Or Edna?" He chuckled.
"Ah do not have a grandma name! 'sides. What kinda name is Remy since were on the subject."
"It's a name dat de fille's like to scream allot." He said with a smirk. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Yea, right."
"Remy can make you scream his name." He said in a challenging tone.
"Pfft. Not a chance Cajun." Rogue was silenced when the smirking Cajun pulled her to him and placed his lips over hers. He moved back, then smirked devilishly as Rogue was still in shock from his kiss. He dug his fingers into her sides and she began to squirm until she fell backwards onto the bed. Remy straddled her stomach so as she couldn't get up, and carried on tickling.
"Come on chere. Make it easy on yo'self. Scream Remys name and He'll stop tickling y'."
"Nevah!" She said as she struggled beneath him, unable to stop smiling. "Ahl get ya Cajun, ah swear."
"Im countin' on it cherie."
After a few minuets, Rogues ribs began to hurt and she felt that she couldn't laugh anymore, and Remy was just enjoying himself so much. "Stop! Stop!" She screamed through the laughter, but only heard Remy chuckling, his fingers tickling more.
"Scream it chere. It's de only way." He said, his eyes glowing.
"Alright alright! Remy LeBeau!!" She screamed.
"And again chere fo' confirmation."
"Remy LeBeau! Remy LeaBeau...." She chuckled, feeling his fingers stop working, she looked up at him.
"See. Remy can make anyone scream his name." He said smugly, then leaned down and kissed her again. But it was his turn to be surprised when her ungloved hand came to his face, and her fingers ran along his chin. "I know another way t' make y' scream ma name chere." He whispered, adjusting himself so as he was laying over her. Rogue put her hands around the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss.
Common Misconception
Chapter fourteen: Dat fille is mine.
"Fuck off Cyke!" Came Gambits voice in a low growl as he sat amongst the glass on the floor of his bedroom.
"Excuse me?" Scott said, taken aback by his direct comment. Remy dropped his hands, his actions were clearly of an aggravated nature.
"I said, fuck Off Cyke. Understand homme?" He said again, as if Scott didn't understand him the first time. If Remy could see Scott's eyes, he would see a vicious glare, but all he saw was Scotts jaw clench, and his head lower slightly. Remy rolled his eyes and sighed in agitation. He hoisted himself up and casually walked over to the door. Scott released the handle and stood straight as Gambit approached. He didn't even see Gambit lift his fist, but he felt his knuckles connect with his clenched jaw, creating a slight snap that would leave Scott with a clicky jaw for days.
Scott flew, three feet in the air, and five feet across the room, crashing into a glass coffee table, which was surrounded by the other x-men. Jean helped Scott up, the saw Gambit charging towards him. She held out her hand, and Remy was lifted from the floor, suspended, helpless in mid air. He rolled his eyes and ground his teeth.
"Put me down fille." He warned.
"I don't think so Gambit." Jean said, but Remy was then wrenched out of her telekinetic hold, when Scott shot a full force optic blast at Remys chest.
Gambit glided across the room, and hit the wall with a loud thud. The plaster off the wall cracked and chipped away as Gambit bounced off and smacked into the floor on his front. Gasping for air after having the wind knocked right out of him. Tears formed in his eyes as he sat up and leaned against the wall for support, he was confused. He figured it out in an instant. He blacked out again, then remembered the snap that he heard in Rogues wrist, and jumped, startled at the though.
"Rogue?" He breathed out and jumped to his feet, despite the injury, he was desperate to find her and make sure she was ok. She was the only one that wasn't in the room with him. Rogue sat on the bed in his bedroom, cradling her dislocated wrist, when Remy walked in. He sighed in relief that she was still conscious, but then knew she was hurt. He walked over and kneeled down at her feet. He looked up and met her teary eyes. "Mon dieu." He whispered, shaking his head.
Remy gently took her injured wrist and kissed it. He reached his hand up and cupped her cheek. "Y'all don't have ta say it." She said quietly, her voice had a slight quiver to it. No doubt from the pain. "Ya always sorry." She said. The tone that she created felt a little harsh as Remy absorbed it, but he understood that she was probably going to kick his ass for all of this when they were done with this -saving his life- business.
"Y' can leave if y' want to." He said, looking up at Rogue. She met his eyes. That plain and perfect brown that was created as an allusion to fool people. She shook her head, and snapped her other hand out to his wrist where his watch was. She ripped it from him and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter in a little fizzle of electricity as the small piece of technology was destroyed.
Remy's head followed the direction of the watch, his jaw dropped open when he saw it shatter. "Chere. . . " He said quietly, then turned back and looked up at Rogue again. "Remy needed dat Cherie. . . Now how is he gonna cover his eyes?"
"Y'all shouldn't have ta." She spat out. She tried to wrench her hand from his grasp, but only winced, feeling a huge amount of pain coming from it. "aaah." She whined, blinking away tears. Remy took back her hand and felt around it with his fingers. He leaned up to her and kissed her forehead, she was surprised by his action, so her attention was taken away from what he was doing to her wrist.
Remy kept her gaze on his eyes, and suddenly jerked his hands, hearing a crunching snap in Rogues wrist, she let out a scream, and felt as though she would pass out with the pain, but it suddenly subsided. Her wrist felt better, but stiff. "Y' ok?" Remy asked, going back to kneeling in front of her.
"Ya sonOfAbitch! What the hell did ya do that fer!" She brought her other hand to his head and waked him, making him fall back, he scrambled away then stopped, leaning back on his hands.
"It was dislocated.....De joint need'd resettin' chere....Remy helped y' and y' slap him upside de head." He said, then brought a hand to rub the back of his head.
"Fucker." She mumbled. He chuckled slightly and stood up, offering a hand. "Still hurts you know. " She said quietly, as Remy helped her up.
"Y' don' y' go give ol' Wolvie a tap an get it fixed den?"
Rogue just walked passed him and went into the room where the x-men where tending to Scott. She walked up and brushed a finger passed Logan's neck. He felt the short shock and drain of energy then eyed her up. She offered a week smile and held up her wrist. He nodded then glared at the bedroom where Remy was still inside.
"What are y'all doin' hear?" Rogue asked.
"Well, we followed the group of mutants that you just helped us fight." Jean started. "They were causing quite a bit of trouble across the country. They have a teleporter that is stronger that Kurt, and we have been tracking them down for a week or so."
"Yes child. But the professor said that he detected your signature on Ceribro, almost constant, and he wanted this checking out as well, so I would like to know, exactly how you have constantly been using your power?" Ororo asked, crossing her legs as she sat on the couch.
Rogue looked around and chewed on her lip. "Ah can...uhm, ah can console mah power now, so ah guess that's what keeps me on the radar." She said, rubbing at her now healed wrist.
"What? Wait...like, how?" Kitty piped up.
"R-Gambit....showed me how." She looked to the floor, and Logan picked up on the reason for her action.
"Rogue, your coming home with us." Logan said, sitting forward on the chair. Her head snapped up to him.
"No, no ah cayn't....not yet" She said.
"You don't have a choice child." Ororo said. "You are under the protection of the institute. You must do as your told."
"Wait, Ro' hold on." Logan started, looking at the serene weather witch. "She has a choice. That's one of the rules of the institute." He said in Rogues defence.
"Ah will be back, juss not yet is all."
"Rogue! Are you crazy?!" Scott slurred then clutched his jaw.
"Non. She's juss...mine." Gambit said, coming up behind her and grabbing her arms, holding them behind her back. "I think we should go now chere." He said, looking around until his eyes fell upon Kitty. "Be a good fille and pass Gambit his car keys."
"Not a chance." Kitty said. Gambit looked around and smirked, then heard a yell of sorts come from Rogue as his grasp on her hands tightened, and her shirt began to glow. "Alright alright, Ill like, just get them." Kitty picked up the keys and threw them to Gambit who took back the charge from Rogues clothes and caught them.
"Merci, p'tite. Now I trust dat y' will all back off, an' not follow us." Gambit said. Rogue turned her head to the side and looked at him.
"Let me go Gambit. Ahm cummin' with ya anyway." She whispered.
"Non Cherie. Y' too valuable t' trust." He murmured into her ear. He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Relax chere, Y'know Im not gonna hurt y'....I juss don' want y' t' leave me yet." He said, still as quiet as possible, no-one could hear but Logan.
"You said that ah should go....wha are ya chngein' the rules now?"
"Cos' I need y' Rogue. I really do." Gambit's hand, which was clasped around her wrist, released her, then locked his fingers with hers. She gave his hand a squeeze. "Thank you." He whispered then unwrapped his arm from her waist and began to tug on her hand. They went towards the door, but before she went, she made eye contact with Jean.
//Ahm gonna be fihne....Tell them that please. Ah have ta do this, Jean, make them understand fer me.//
//I will Rogue. Whatever it is that is in his head, it's altering his mental shields. He's terrified Rogue. I can see it even now, I can hear what he's thinking.//
//Thanks Jean, ah owe ya one.// Rogue thought as the elevator doors closed.
"Im sorry about dat chere. But....I need y'." He looked at her, then bottled out of the admitting feelings thing. ".....help, I need y' help." His cheeks began to redden. 'Why did y' say that ?.....Damn fool.'
"Yea, ah know. But wha did ya have ta be so rough? I was gonna come anyway." Rogue said, pulling her hand from his and folding her arms.
"But dis way y' didn' 'ave t' go through all de arguments."
Rogue opened her mouth to argue but was cut off by the elevator doors opening. Remy walked past her and grabbed her arm and pulling her through the lobby of the hotel, dropping the room key on the desk, without even stopping. "Remy....Rems what about our bags?"
"Fo'get em." He snapped. "Sorry,....we can go shoppin' t'morrow." He said, still pulling her hastily out of the hotel, they stopped in the parking lot. Remy looked at his car, and then spotted a shining new motorbike. Remy stopped dead and oogled at the glistening redness of it. "Chere.....Im in love." He said. Rogue stopped and turned to where he was staring. Expecting to find some leggy blond in a bikini or something "Forget de car....we are riding on dat t'day." Remy said, but before Rogue could protest, Remy had already walked over to the bike and started running his fingers along the shiny red paint, and the leather material of the seat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue slid off of the bike and leaned back against it, folding her arms. She looked up to the black velvet, glitter sprinkled sky that had a picture perfect full moon. She sighed deeply and looked around the empty motel car park, Remy was still in the motels office. She put her head in her palms, holding it there.
"Chere?" Came a concerned voice. Rogue dropped her hands to her sides and looked at Remy who stood holding out a can of soda. "Y' ok?"
"Ah could be in mah room right now, listnin' ta linkin park or somethin'." Rogue said, taking the can and examining it.
"It's vanilla coke....I thought dat y'....since y....I thought y'd like it. Y' do like vanilla coke right?" Remy stumbled over his words. Rogue eyed him with suspicion as she fell back into her lean on the bike.
"Yea, Its mah favourite." Rogue said, watching him crack open his own can. "Didn't see you as a vanilla kinda guy." She said, seeing the label.
"Chere..y' have no idea how much Remy love's vanilla." He took a sip from the can. "Were in 8." He said, motioning across the deserted car park towards the room.
Rogue started walking towards it, stifling a yawn. "What tihme is it swamp rat?"
"10pm ma chere." He said, walking in front of her as they walked up the steps to the door of the room. He unlocked it and walked inside, flicking on the light, he looked around. "Not bad." He said, looking at the clean room with two single beds, a tv and a phone. He pulled out his wallet and threw it down on the cabinet next to one of the beds and flopped down on it.
"Whats up with ya?" Rogue asked, closing the door and placing her hands on her hips. "Y'all seem so......un-Remy-ish..?"
"Non, Remy is himself."
"No yer not swamp rat. Ya actin real strange."
"I am not mon river rat."
".....River rat?"
"Oui." Remy said, sitting up. "Y' got a pet name fo' Remy, so now Remy's got a pet name fo' you." He grinned. Rogue sat on his bed facing him.
"Pet names? What the hell do ya call all that chere and cherie stuff?" She asked, glaring at him. Remy stopped and thought for a moment.
"....Dat's juss cos.....I don' know y' real name chere. What is y' real name?" He asked, changing the subject to wriggle out of the situation.
"Not a chance swampy." She said shaking her head. "Ya not getting that outa me."
"Y' juss embarrassed b'cause of it....Whats yo' name chere? Is it....Vera? Or Edna?" He chuckled.
"Ah do not have a grandma name! 'sides. What kinda name is Remy since were on the subject."
"It's a name dat de fille's like to scream allot." He said with a smirk. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Yea, right."
"Remy can make you scream his name." He said in a challenging tone.
"Pfft. Not a chance Cajun." Rogue was silenced when the smirking Cajun pulled her to him and placed his lips over hers. He moved back, then smirked devilishly as Rogue was still in shock from his kiss. He dug his fingers into her sides and she began to squirm until she fell backwards onto the bed. Remy straddled her stomach so as she couldn't get up, and carried on tickling.
"Come on chere. Make it easy on yo'self. Scream Remys name and He'll stop tickling y'."
"Nevah!" She said as she struggled beneath him, unable to stop smiling. "Ahl get ya Cajun, ah swear."
"Im countin' on it cherie."
After a few minuets, Rogues ribs began to hurt and she felt that she couldn't laugh anymore, and Remy was just enjoying himself so much. "Stop! Stop!" She screamed through the laughter, but only heard Remy chuckling, his fingers tickling more.
"Scream it chere. It's de only way." He said, his eyes glowing.
"Alright alright! Remy LeBeau!!" She screamed.
"And again chere fo' confirmation."
"Remy LeBeau! Remy LeaBeau...." She chuckled, feeling his fingers stop working, she looked up at him.
"See. Remy can make anyone scream his name." He said smugly, then leaned down and kissed her again. But it was his turn to be surprised when her ungloved hand came to his face, and her fingers ran along his chin. "I know another way t' make y' scream ma name chere." He whispered, adjusting himself so as he was laying over her. Rogue put her hands around the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss.