Some nights they got dolled up and painted the town red; other nights they wore comfy clothes and stayed in. This night, they chose the latter.

Stretched out on the bed, surrounded by pillows and fluffy throw blankets, Rogue had created a little nest for them to spend their evening. They lay on their sides, head-to-foot. The only light in the room came courtesy of a table lamp with a scarf draped over the shade, bathing the room in a soft glow. A half empty bottle of wine sat on the nightstand and a small, picked-over tray of fruit and cheese rested in the middle between them.

Remy watched as Rogue picked up the last strawberry and popped it in her mouth.

Not the fanciest date night they'd ever had, but a cozy one. After a few weeks away from this woman, he'd gladly take a night in with just the two of them.

"Okay, I gotta ask, why are you drinking wine out of a coffee mug?" She asked him suddenly, as though she'd only just noticed.

"Hidin' in plain sight," he smirked, raising his mug in a toast to her. "'Sides, you're the one drinkin' wine from a sippy cup."

"It's a wine tumbler," Rogue said, as if that explained everything.

"It has a lid," he gestured to the cup in her hand.

She looked at the cup. "Well, yeah, so you don't spill."

"Which makes it a sippy cup," Remy laughed.

"I ain't here to argue semantics, swamp rat," she said, taking a sip.

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," he sang, nudging her shoulder with his foot.

"You're a potato." She shoved his foot away before he could poke her again.

Remy tried and failed to stifle his laughter. Rogue was making the 'mad-at-Remy-but-not-really' face. He loved when she made that face.

"What's in a name, as some ye old English playwright once wrote," he said with a dramatic sweep of his arm.

"Names are weird," she mused, ignoring Remy's snort. "They're like titles given to us before we even know who we are as individuals."

"That was deep, you been readin' philosophy while I been gone?" He teased.

She ignored him. "Are our personalities dictated by our names? Do certain names make you a good person or a shitty person?"

"Being a shitty person makes you a shitty person, doubt the name has anythin' to do with it. 'Sides, you can legally change your name if you don't like it," Remy pointed out.

Rogue looked at him suddenly as if she just realized something. "You're adopted."

"So are you, weirdo," he countered.

"No, I mean, because you're adopted…" She reached behind her for the wine bottle. "How do you even know your name is Remy?" She asked as she popped the lid off her tumbler and refilled it.

"S'what it says on my ID… one o'them, anyway," Remy replied, accepting when she offered to fill his mug as well.

"But how do you know that's the name you were born with?"

"I don't," he said, watching her as he sipped his wine. The drink had put her in a sassy mood, he wondered where she was going with this.

"How do you live with that?"

"With what?"

"That you might not be Remy?"

He barked out a laugh. "I think you're cut off, chere."

"No seriously, what if you're actually...Derrick?" She gasped and brought a hand to her mouth. "Or maybe…Chad?

He nearly choked on his drink and had to lean over the bed to put the mug on the floor before he actually did. "Are you just pickin' the douchiest names you can think of?"

"Hey, if the Chad fits..." she trailed off.

He sat up and yanked one of her pillows away from her pile. She stuck her tongue out at him before collapsing back in a fit of giggles.

"What about you?" He asked, arranging his pillow pile.

Still laughing, she cocked her head at him. "What about me?"

"You go by an alias, have since you were, what, 16? What about your name?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Wine was making him a little sassy too, apparently.

Rogue looked down at her hands. She was quiet for a moment before answering. "I have been thinking about that lately."

That was news to him. "Oh?" He prompted, taking her foot in his hands and rubbing circles on her arch, hoping to take any sting out of his words with his actions.

She made a small noise of satisfaction before continuing. "I mean, now that I actually remember what it is, I've been wondering if I should start using it again?"

Remy watched Rogue's face. Her real name had resurfaced during her internal battle with the psyche of Captain Marvel a while ago. He'd kept his promise not to reveal what the enraged shadow had told him.

The emotions coming off her were a mix of curiosity and trepidation. He chose his words carefully. "What, if anythin', would change if you did?"

"Nuthin' I suppose. Before I had a reason not to go by it, I literally couldn't remember that person," she started. "But now that I do remember it, bits and pieces are coming back. So part of me thinks I should, but another part says I'm Rogue now, why go back? Plus everyone would make a big deal about how it's not an awful name so why was it such a big deal," she muttered. "So maybe I shouldn't bother."

Remy let her ruminate. He'd call her whatever she wanted to be called. Made no difference to him.

"Maybe…" she trailed off, absently drawing patterns on his sock-covered foot.

"Maybe?" He asked gently.

"Maybe if you wanted to call me that, it might be okay," she half mumbled, face flushed.

He smiled at her, and the thought. Something just for the two of them. "Would you like me to try?"

She nodded, keeping her eyes down. He sat up and turned himself around so they were face-to-face. He propped himself up on an elbow and took her hand in his, stroking her knuckles with his thumb.

"Anna Marie," he all but whispered. He picked up on her hesitation, but also a little thrill of delight. He smiled. "Was that okay?"

"I like how it sounds when you say it," She leaned in and lightly pressed her mouth to his. He brought a hand up to her face to brush his fingers across her cheek while gently returning her kiss.

"Anna," he whispered again, liking how it sounded as well.

Rogue kissed him again. "Mmmm, Chad."

Remy's eyes flew open to see the mirthful grin on her face just before she burst out laughing. "And just like that, moment's ruined," he said, rolling over to climb off the bed.

"Oh come on, Derrick, I mean Remy, come back," Rogue managed through her laughter.

"Nope, no make outs for you," he started before he felt her yank him back. As he fell back, he snatched a pillow and lightly swung it over his head, smacking her on the shoulder.

"So you wanna go there, huh?" Rogue released him and grabbed her own pillow, taking a swing and nailing him in the back as he scrambled away. Remy turned and whacked her on her side. The tray that held their snacks was unceremoniously dumped off the bed along with smaller pillows and at least one blanket.

The attacks continued back and forth, laughter ringing through the room, until a crash brought everything to a halt.

"Oh shit," Remy said, leaning over the edge of the bed on his stomach to see what had fallen. Rogue plunked herself down beside him.

"Wha'dya do?" She asked. The tray was upside down, and Remy's half full mug was on it's side, wine spilled onto the floor. Rogue's wine tumbler was beside it. "Oh, look at that, who's wine didn't end up spilled?"

"Ugh," Remy groaned, dropping his head onto his arms.

"Sippy cup for the win!" Rogue said, planting a kiss on top of his head.

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A/N: Apologies to anyone named "Derrick" or "Chad", they were the most un-Remy names I could think of.

I wanted to revisit Remy finding out Rogue's real name in 'Possession' and have them discuss it in a situation where they were safe and comfortable. It turned a little silly, but I like it when they're cute.

As usual, check the reading list in my profile for where this fic falls in my timeline. Thanks for reading!