Rogue sat on the counter in the kitchen, deep in thought. It was after five and everyone was out. She and Remy had stopped after an hour or so of what can only be described as heavy petting. Remy had stopped it going further, Rogue grinned stupidly as she remembered him sitting up, clad only in his boxers, her in jeans and nothing else, "Chere we should stop." She had looked at him like he was insane, growled and pulled him back down but he insisted, between kisses, that something wasn't right and they shouldn't rush into things like this. Rogue had been frustrated, horny as hell, and incredibly touched – not that she let him know that. All he'd seen was an angry Rogue as she bucked and sent him flying off the bed. "Fine, we'll stop then." She spitted out and pulled her top on; she had left him looking confused on the floor of his room. She wasn't so much angry at him as angry at herself for being so silly as to let it go so far, and for the fact that he had stopped it and left her frustrated and not the other way around. Like him or not, she wanted to have the upper hand and she had the feeling she had lost that slightly.

It had taken about 45 minutes in a cold shower before Rogue felt calmed down enough to venture out. Wrapped in a towelling robe she had left her hair wet and curling and gone barefoot to eat, she was starving. Thankfully avoiding Remy the whole time, she had got to the kitchen, made a sandwich and a coffee and sat down to eat.

Remy had watched her enter the kitchen from the hallway, he breathed a sigh of relief, she had just missed him carrying a huge bouquet of tiger lilies from where they had been dropped off at the front door. Heading up to her room, still wet from a very long cold shower, he smiled to himself.

He entered and immediately grinned, the clothes she had been wearing before were strewn across the floor and the mirror was smashed, seems Rogue was a little more than frustrated when he had stopped them earlier. He cleared up the broken glass and moved the clothes to the hamper. He wanted the room perfect.

Three bouquets of lilies were set up around the room, he laughed at the thought of the shock on her face and the sarcastic comments about how cheesy it was that would inevitably follow. Knowing he didn't have much time he opened the balcony doors, a warm breeze swept through. This should be romantic enough he thought to himself and set himself up on the balcony to wait for her.

He didn't wait long, five minutes later Rogue opened the door to her room and stopped in shock. Remy grinned from the shadows but didn't make his presence known.

She frowned at the lilies and shut the door, "come out swamp rat ah know you're in here." She heard Remy chuckle as he lightly jumped down from the railings of the balcony.

"You like chere?" he asked from the doorway.

"They're ok, is that what you were doing out with Jean earlier?" she smelled one of the orange flowers. Remy nodded as she looked at him.

"Oui, had a plan an everyting, but den you showed up at Remy's door all angry and flushed. Couldn't stop m'self." He had walked up to her now and was running a finger down her cheek, she blushed slightly and looked away.

"Well they're very nice, thank yah." She muttered quietly, no longer angry at him.

She didn't protest when he pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. She did protest when he pulled away as she tried to deepen the kiss. She looked up at him in annoyance.

"Chere Remy ain't one to take advantage just cause you got no powers. Wolvie would gut me for sure." He grinned at her as he held her wrists to stop her from hitting him, not that he really could stop her he mused – she was basically a one woman army. She looked angry, but he could see a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

"Ah suppose. So what do yah want to do?" she pulled her wrists from his hands and stepped back. She saw him purposely not look below her face and she pulled the thin towelling robe closer round her.

"Remy got a surprise for you chere, meet me downstairs in de drawing room in half an hour. And wear a dress." He moved to the door, Rogue called out as opened it.

"Why do ah need a dress?"

"Cause Remy never seen you in one, would be nice." And he was gone. Rogue looked around her room panicked. There was just one problem…she didn't currently own a dress that fit her. Looking in Kitty's wardrobe she quickly came to the realisation that the girl's clothes were eitehr too pink or too small. She sat on the bed wondering if it was bad form to just ignore Remy's request, then she had a thought.

'Jean?' she called out as loudly as she could telepathically.

'yes Rogue?'

'Sorry ta bother you at dinner but ah need a dress!' Rogue prayed Jean wouldn't ask why.

'Under your bed in a green box.' Came the rather cryptic reply, Rogue knelt down and pulled the green box out.

'Jean, yah mind telling me where this came from?'

'Macy's' she swore she heard Jean chuckle.

But as she pulled the tissue away from the dress she gasped and thanked Jean profusely. The dress was amazing, dark green, backless, knee length and silk – perfect. Inside the box was also a sheer body stocking, momentarily confused Rogue looked at it and then realised Jean had thought of everything, the telepath didn't know about the lack of her absorbing powers yet. She grinned to herself as she began to get ready.

She didn't bother with shoes as she checked herself in the mirror, decided against jewellery or make up as well and just brushed out her now dry hair and left it slightly mussed. Looking at her watch she realised that she had kept Remy waiting for about 40 minutes. Without a backward glance she took to the air and flew out of the window and down to the garden outside the drawing room windows.