Remy woke up the next morning to find Rogue lying on his chest, a content smile gracing her face. No matter how they went to sleep the night before they would always wake up like this the next morning. He would be lying if he said he could do without it. He pulled his arms tighter around her and she made some sort of noise as he squeezed her.

The night before hadn't gone exactly as planned. He hadn't counted on her getting sick like that at all. If all had gone to plan he would have had his dirty way with her right there against the door frame. Alas the fates had decided to laugh in Remy's face. Though he was sure he may have earned some brownie points with taking care of her and all. Maybe he could play sick today and she would nurse him back to health, though he doubted she would agree to wear a skimpy nurse outfit.

He was brought out of his musings as Rogue began to stir on his chest. He felt the flutter of her eyelashes and her body tense when she realized where she was… again. Ever so slowly she lifted her head up and turned to look at him.

"Mornin' m'amour." He said his voice husky from the sleep.

She sighed; she must have hoped that he would still be asleep and that she could sneak away. Rogue tried to roll away from him but his grip on her only tightened and she stayed in place. Of course she could easily get out of his embrace but that wasn't the point.

"Let go Remy." She said the sleep still in her voice.

"Non, 'm gonna hold ya forever chere." He said.

"No, really, I think Ah'm gonna be sick again." She said and ripped herself from his arms and flew to the bathroom.

Remy sat up and frowned in the direction of the bathroom. What was making her so sick? It was ruining his plans. He uncovered himself and followed her into the bathroom to see her bent over the toilet once more. He emptied out the glass of water from last night and refilled it. Remy waited for her to finish before handing her the water.

"Maybe ya should go see Hank." He suggested to her.

"Naw Ah'm feelin' better already." She said standing up and pulling her teddy down from where it had ridden up. Remy's eyes soon became glued to that spot, wanting nothing more than to kiss it. "Remy?" Rogue asked and he looked up to see her looking at him strangely.

"Oui?" He said.

"Ah said clear out, Ah need ta take a shower." She repeated her hands on her hips.

Remy smirked before walking closer to her and his smirk grew when she took a hesitant step back. He placed his hands on her hips, "Now chere, that sounds like an activity fo' two, non?"

She put a bare hand to his bare chest and pushed him away. "Non." She mocked.

Remy smiled even though she just turned him down for what seemed to be the millionth time. He doesn't know why, but he rushes forward and picks Rogue up, pinning her to the wall of the bathroom. Her legs are wrapped around him and in the blur of movement she had circled her arms around his neck. His smile widened when he saw her eyes were big with surprise.

"Ya sure about that chere?" He asked, leaning in real close to her.

But she seemed frozen so he took this opportunity to lean in and kiss her, hoping he could finish what he wanted to do last night. But this time she's faster and moved her head out of the way.

"Not this time Swamp Rat." She said and climbed down from him before pointing a finger to the door. "Out!" She commanded.

"If ya need help feel free ta call." He said, giving her a wink.

She rolled her eyes and slammed the door in his face. Remy smirked as he pulled his clothes on for the day and left their room. He and Logan had planned to meet later that morning in the control room for the danger room. The reasoning behind this was because he had to control a danger room session for some of the kiddies. Remy had only been to the control room once before but due to his master thief status he could easily remember where it was, even if he had been more interested in admiring Rouge's ass at the time.

He walked in to see Logan sitting in a chair with his feet propped up on another while he monitored a screen. He looked up when Remy walked in and motioned for him to sit in a chair opposite.

"So, I been thinking." Logan started. "Do we want to hurt him while we get our point across or just leave mental and emotional scars?"

"Preferably, all three if we can swing it." Remy said, did he mention he didn't like anyone trying to hurt Rogue?

Logan smiled. "Just what I wanted to hear." He said and then gave him a considering look. "Maybe you're not so bad after all."

Remy didn't know if this was a compliment or a backhanded insult but decided to take it as a compliment. "So any ideas?" He asked turning his attention to the group of mutants fighting a giant robot.

"We could hand him over to the FoH." Logan suggested.

"Nah, Ah'd prefer ta do the damage myself." Remy said idly as he saw Rogues friend Kitty run through a solid brick wall. Logan gave another nod of approval. "How 'bout we bury him alive or dangle him over the side o' a fifty story building?"

"You can't go wrong with the classics." Logan agreed. "Why don't we take him out to a bar and get him good and drunk before we beat the snot out of him?" Logan said with a creepy gleam in his eye.

"We could always leave him with Wade fo' the weekend." Remy said though he was starting like Logan's last idea the more he thought of it.

"Yeah but Wade might end up killing him." he said dismissively. "How about we take him out to the bar, beat the snot out of him till he's knocked out and then dangle him over the edge of a fifty story building?"

It was evil. It was terrible. It was perfect. "Sounds good ta me." He said. "We doin' this tonight?" He asked standing up.

"I'm free unless you have plans with my daughter." He said lifting an eyebrow.

"Ah always got plans with ya daughter, too bad she's so hard headed." He said and then ducked out of the room before Logan could threaten him.

Remy walked back up to the kitchen, lost in thought about what was to transpire later that night. He almost didn't notice Emma launch herself at him from an empty room. She had effectively pinned him to the wall.

"Fancy meeting you here." She said in her version of sultry aristocracy. It didn't suit her and it didn't appeal to him. Remy preferred the southern twang of Rogue than to this any day.

"Somehow Ah don' think this was a coincidence." He said pushing himself into the wall and attempting to push her away at the same time.

She giggled shrilly and was about to lean into try and kiss him again when she was suddenly jerked back and slammed into the wall beside him. Remy looked up startled to see Rogue there with her hands on her hips, un-amused.

"Ya owe me one Cajun." She said before continuing down the hall to the kitchen.

Remy looked back down at Emma whose nose looked to be broken from the impact and was clearly knocked out. He looked back up to Rogue and jogged after her. Little did she know that he would be repaying her tonight. When he caught up with her he slung his arm around her waist and pulled her closer and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you m'amour." He said in a low voice.

Rogue looked startled and quickly pushed away from him, pausing to look around for other people. "Remy if ya really feel the urge ta touch me don' do it in public." She said her eyes wide.

That sounded like an invitation if he ever heard one. In one swift movement he had thrown her over his shoulder and was racing back to their room. He didn't need to be told twice. "Remy!" she squealed as he turned a corner, he could see the door to their room in sight. "Put me down!"

"Ya said no' in public." He said over his shoulder as he slammed their bedroom door closed. He threw her down on the bed before jumping on her and straddling her waist. There was no way she was getting away this time as he pinned her arms above her head.

"Remy!" She said panicked.

"Oui." He said and began trailing kisses up and down her neck.

"We can't." She said a little breathless.

He began concentrating on that sensitive spot on and around her ear. "Why no'?" He asked though he was sure he was wearing her down.

"Ah, Ah gotta catch Hank before he leaves." She said before letting out a moan.

Remy smiled into her neck. "Wha' fo'?" He asked, not really caring for the answer. Right now all her cared about was the writhing form of his wife beneath him.

"Get off!" She said and rolled him off the side of the bed.

When he sat back up she wasn't lying on the bed anymore but was standing with her hands on her hips. "That wasn't an invitation ta 'ravish' me." She said, using the word he had used the other night.

"In the future ya have ta be more clear, it's wrong ta go gettin' a homme's hopes up like that." he said standing up. Then a thought struck him. "Wha' were ya sayin' 'bout Hank?"

"Ah need ta catch him before he leaves for his trip, ah wanted him ta check me out an' make sure ah don't have the flu or somethin'." She said and leaned to peer out of their window.

"Well at least let me escort ya." He said valiantly holding out his arm for her to take.

But of course Rogue was who she was and rolled her eyes before walking out of the room. It was then, with a smirk on his face, that he decided that the fates had a funny way with weaving that tapestry called life. Never in his wildest dreams that he could be this happy married and celibate. But he didn't plan on remaining celibate for long, he was sure she was starting to crack.