Disclaimers: See chapter 1
Authors Note: Thanks so much for the positive response! I am really enjoying writing this; it's sort of a break from all the gloomy stories I have been known to send out into the world. In this chapter we will meet Remy LeBeau, a devilishly charming man that we all know and love, and watch as he charms and corrupts our darling Rogue. We will also see that Logan's feelings for her aren't as platonic as we've been led to believe. Oh, and this chapter is not like chapter one, in that it's in 3rd person format, and not one of Rogue's diary entries, which I will be posting here and there throughout the story.
Remy LeBeau was the be all and end all as far as attractive young men went. The second his charmingly kissable lips curved into a lazy grin as he faced the inhabitants of the institution, he set off a chain of simultaneous sex fantasies into the heads of every teenage girl that could breath in that school.
"Oh no.....he's beautiful," Rogue breathed to Kitty and Jubilee. They, however, were not paying attention to Rogue's observation, for Remy had looked in their direction with his intense reddish eyes, and smirked. Not just any smirk, he gave them a patented bad-boy smirk.
"I hear he speaks French," Jubilee sighed. Kitty giggled at this, and Rogue couldn't help but roll her eyes at their silliness.
"Children, I am going to select one of you to take Remy under your wing until he adjusts to this new environment. Any volunteers?" Professor Xavier announced.
A plethora of distinctly female hands shot up into the air in unison. The boys were all grumbling in displeasure, and not a one of them raised their hands into the air.
"Rogue, I think I can trust you to keep your hormones in check, would you be so kind as to be Remy's temporary tour guide?" Rogue shot the Professor an astonished look.
"I'm pretty sure I can, sir."
"Excellent! Now everyone else report to your classes. Rogue, you will be excused from your first hour class so that you can show young Mr. LeBeau around, but please don't take too long, you know how Professor Logan hates tardiness."
Rogue noticed for the first time that Logan hadn't come to the assembly; he never arrived to witness things like this anyway. He only liked giving the students ideas for hazing the new children.
Once Professor Xavier took his leave of the silent pair, Rogue decided to speak up.
"So, what's your schedule?"
"One moment, please," Remy replied, before running one hand through his longish auburn hair, and using the other hand to dig through the pockets of his jeans. He retrieved a crumpled up piece of paper.
Rogue wanted to jump up into the air in giddy happiness when she saw that he shared every single class with her. A whole entire day knowing that perhaps for one second those burning, beautiful eyes would be set on herself, pure Heaven in the form of a six foot five, elegant but powerful bodied teenage boy.
"What is your real name, doux?" He asked in that devastating mix of French and Southern.
"What does "doux" mean?"
"Sweet."
"I don't like that...but my real name is Marie. Do you have a mutant code name?"
"It's Gambit. Would you prefer I call you cher?"
"What does that mean?"
"Dear, or expensive, whichever you'd like to be."
"I'd like to think that one is the same as the other." Remy chuckled at this.
Rogue was wrestling with two conflicting feelings just then. One, which was rational and good, told her to blow him off and resist his nearly irresistible charm. He is a very bad sort, her rational part told her, and he'll just hurt you. The romantic side of her was cooking up a lot of scenarios that resulted in a cure for her dangerous powers leading to an interlude that would prohibit her from walking straight for an entire week.
I-I think we'd better start the tour," she declared a bit too quickly. Her face was flushed, and it was his damn sensual laugh that had done her in.
Rogue conducted most of the tour without even meeting his gaze, which she felt burning into her back. She knew that if she met his eyes she would get all girlishly flustered once again and it would probably be all too obvious what her thoughts were.
"These are the gardens, and beyond the gardens are the riding stables...d-do you like horses?"
"Why do you wear gloves?" Remy inquired, ignoring her question entirely. Rogue turned to him and self-consciously drew her hands behind her back and clasped them together.
"Because if I didn't, and I happened to touch someone, they might die."
"Ah."
Rogue was relieved to see that his face didn't take on the sympathetic and or frightened look that most people made when she revealed her powers. He just...shrugged. It seemed to her like it was the right thing for him to do.
"And what do you do, Mr. LeBeau?" Rogue asked with a teasing tone to her voice.
"I blow things up, cher," was his dry, nonchalant response.
"Oh, well we have plenty of that sort here."
Soon they were back in the mansion, hurrying upstairs to home economics. Remy made a bold gesture, and took her gloved hand into his. Rogue quickly jerked away.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm walking you to class, I'd like to from now on."
Rogue felt a familiar heat rise to her face, but also felt touched to the heart. No one had ever made that sort of gesture towards her before.
"You can carry my books if you want," she answered, handing him the ample stack she had been carrying.
"As you wish."
Logan's improvisational speech on the correct brand of condoms to purchase before engaging in safe intercourse (He was supposed to be talking about abstinence!) was interrupted by the arrival of Rogue and Remy. His looks darkened when he observed how his Rogue was smiling gratefully at the new kid, as he returned his books to her.
"Have a seat," he ordered in a little harsher tone than what was needed.
"Professor Logan, this is-"
"Save it, I know who he is. Now class, the words "ribbed for her pleasure" are very important..."
While Logan continued his speech, Rogue slipped a sheet of paper in Remy's direction. He read it, and nodded to her, which made her small smile widen into a sparkling grin.
After class was dismissed, Logan paced grumpily about the room. He really hated being a teacher. His pacing ceased when Rogue appeared.
"Sorry I was late today," she apologized.
"Hey that's alright, the Professor told me you would be."
"I didn't mean to make you mad."
He raised an eyebrow at that, and went for his cigar box.
"You didn't," he replied gruffly, offering her a cigar. She took it, gratefully. One thing that she had obtained from sucking out most of Logan's life force was his affinity for cigars. When he would offer her one, it was always the prelude to a heart-to-heart talk.
"Shouldn't you be getting to class?"
"It's a study hall this hour."
"You wouldn't want to keep the Cajun waiting, would you?"
"You could tell?"
He laughed dryly, without any mirth, and nodded.
"Oh yeah. You're easier to read than a Dr. Seuss book, kid."
"I really sort of like him, and he's really nice to me."
"He only wants one thing, kid."
"You know that he can't have it, nobody can."
"Does he know he can't?"
"Yes."
"Then I guess he must be a good kid."
After a long pause, and after they had both finished their cigars, Rogue asked, "So if he wants to date me, I have your blessing?"
"No, do what you want, but if he breaks your heart, I'll break his neck." Rogue threw her arms around Logan and carefully embraced him.
"I love you, Logan!"
"Oh, come on, none of this. Go be with that silly kid before half the female student body gets to him first," Logan grumbled, gently pushing her away. She was off, and away.
Logan noticed a crumpled piece of paper near the table where Rogue had been sitting across from that boy. He curiously picked it up, her scent unmistakably clinging to it.
I KNOW A REALLY GREAT PLACE IN THE CITY FOR DANCING, WANT GO WITH ME TONIGHT? KITTY AND JUBILEE ARE COMING TOO. IF IT'S A YES, DON'T TELL ANYONE, ADULTS WILL KILL US. IF IT'S A NO, DON'T TELL ANYONE, ADULTS WILL KILL US. THE PLACE IS CALLED "THE DIG". --ROGUE
Logan felt his anger rising. Anger mixed with...jealousy? No, it was just the fact that Rogue would be sneaking off with some boy who would probably end up hurting her. It was the fact that the city was a dangerous place to be at night, and that she had obviously snuck off to this great place before.
Oh, they would go to their little club and dance with a bunch of creeps, namely the Cajun, but Logan would be close at their heels making sure nothing happened to Rogue...and the other girls of course.
Authors Note: Thanks so much for the positive response! I am really enjoying writing this; it's sort of a break from all the gloomy stories I have been known to send out into the world. In this chapter we will meet Remy LeBeau, a devilishly charming man that we all know and love, and watch as he charms and corrupts our darling Rogue. We will also see that Logan's feelings for her aren't as platonic as we've been led to believe. Oh, and this chapter is not like chapter one, in that it's in 3rd person format, and not one of Rogue's diary entries, which I will be posting here and there throughout the story.
Remy LeBeau was the be all and end all as far as attractive young men went. The second his charmingly kissable lips curved into a lazy grin as he faced the inhabitants of the institution, he set off a chain of simultaneous sex fantasies into the heads of every teenage girl that could breath in that school.
"Oh no.....he's beautiful," Rogue breathed to Kitty and Jubilee. They, however, were not paying attention to Rogue's observation, for Remy had looked in their direction with his intense reddish eyes, and smirked. Not just any smirk, he gave them a patented bad-boy smirk.
"I hear he speaks French," Jubilee sighed. Kitty giggled at this, and Rogue couldn't help but roll her eyes at their silliness.
"Children, I am going to select one of you to take Remy under your wing until he adjusts to this new environment. Any volunteers?" Professor Xavier announced.
A plethora of distinctly female hands shot up into the air in unison. The boys were all grumbling in displeasure, and not a one of them raised their hands into the air.
"Rogue, I think I can trust you to keep your hormones in check, would you be so kind as to be Remy's temporary tour guide?" Rogue shot the Professor an astonished look.
"I'm pretty sure I can, sir."
"Excellent! Now everyone else report to your classes. Rogue, you will be excused from your first hour class so that you can show young Mr. LeBeau around, but please don't take too long, you know how Professor Logan hates tardiness."
Rogue noticed for the first time that Logan hadn't come to the assembly; he never arrived to witness things like this anyway. He only liked giving the students ideas for hazing the new children.
Once Professor Xavier took his leave of the silent pair, Rogue decided to speak up.
"So, what's your schedule?"
"One moment, please," Remy replied, before running one hand through his longish auburn hair, and using the other hand to dig through the pockets of his jeans. He retrieved a crumpled up piece of paper.
Rogue wanted to jump up into the air in giddy happiness when she saw that he shared every single class with her. A whole entire day knowing that perhaps for one second those burning, beautiful eyes would be set on herself, pure Heaven in the form of a six foot five, elegant but powerful bodied teenage boy.
"What is your real name, doux?" He asked in that devastating mix of French and Southern.
"What does "doux" mean?"
"Sweet."
"I don't like that...but my real name is Marie. Do you have a mutant code name?"
"It's Gambit. Would you prefer I call you cher?"
"What does that mean?"
"Dear, or expensive, whichever you'd like to be."
"I'd like to think that one is the same as the other." Remy chuckled at this.
Rogue was wrestling with two conflicting feelings just then. One, which was rational and good, told her to blow him off and resist his nearly irresistible charm. He is a very bad sort, her rational part told her, and he'll just hurt you. The romantic side of her was cooking up a lot of scenarios that resulted in a cure for her dangerous powers leading to an interlude that would prohibit her from walking straight for an entire week.
I-I think we'd better start the tour," she declared a bit too quickly. Her face was flushed, and it was his damn sensual laugh that had done her in.
Rogue conducted most of the tour without even meeting his gaze, which she felt burning into her back. She knew that if she met his eyes she would get all girlishly flustered once again and it would probably be all too obvious what her thoughts were.
"These are the gardens, and beyond the gardens are the riding stables...d-do you like horses?"
"Why do you wear gloves?" Remy inquired, ignoring her question entirely. Rogue turned to him and self-consciously drew her hands behind her back and clasped them together.
"Because if I didn't, and I happened to touch someone, they might die."
"Ah."
Rogue was relieved to see that his face didn't take on the sympathetic and or frightened look that most people made when she revealed her powers. He just...shrugged. It seemed to her like it was the right thing for him to do.
"And what do you do, Mr. LeBeau?" Rogue asked with a teasing tone to her voice.
"I blow things up, cher," was his dry, nonchalant response.
"Oh, well we have plenty of that sort here."
Soon they were back in the mansion, hurrying upstairs to home economics. Remy made a bold gesture, and took her gloved hand into his. Rogue quickly jerked away.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm walking you to class, I'd like to from now on."
Rogue felt a familiar heat rise to her face, but also felt touched to the heart. No one had ever made that sort of gesture towards her before.
"You can carry my books if you want," she answered, handing him the ample stack she had been carrying.
"As you wish."
Logan's improvisational speech on the correct brand of condoms to purchase before engaging in safe intercourse (He was supposed to be talking about abstinence!) was interrupted by the arrival of Rogue and Remy. His looks darkened when he observed how his Rogue was smiling gratefully at the new kid, as he returned his books to her.
"Have a seat," he ordered in a little harsher tone than what was needed.
"Professor Logan, this is-"
"Save it, I know who he is. Now class, the words "ribbed for her pleasure" are very important..."
While Logan continued his speech, Rogue slipped a sheet of paper in Remy's direction. He read it, and nodded to her, which made her small smile widen into a sparkling grin.
After class was dismissed, Logan paced grumpily about the room. He really hated being a teacher. His pacing ceased when Rogue appeared.
"Sorry I was late today," she apologized.
"Hey that's alright, the Professor told me you would be."
"I didn't mean to make you mad."
He raised an eyebrow at that, and went for his cigar box.
"You didn't," he replied gruffly, offering her a cigar. She took it, gratefully. One thing that she had obtained from sucking out most of Logan's life force was his affinity for cigars. When he would offer her one, it was always the prelude to a heart-to-heart talk.
"Shouldn't you be getting to class?"
"It's a study hall this hour."
"You wouldn't want to keep the Cajun waiting, would you?"
"You could tell?"
He laughed dryly, without any mirth, and nodded.
"Oh yeah. You're easier to read than a Dr. Seuss book, kid."
"I really sort of like him, and he's really nice to me."
"He only wants one thing, kid."
"You know that he can't have it, nobody can."
"Does he know he can't?"
"Yes."
"Then I guess he must be a good kid."
After a long pause, and after they had both finished their cigars, Rogue asked, "So if he wants to date me, I have your blessing?"
"No, do what you want, but if he breaks your heart, I'll break his neck." Rogue threw her arms around Logan and carefully embraced him.
"I love you, Logan!"
"Oh, come on, none of this. Go be with that silly kid before half the female student body gets to him first," Logan grumbled, gently pushing her away. She was off, and away.
Logan noticed a crumpled piece of paper near the table where Rogue had been sitting across from that boy. He curiously picked it up, her scent unmistakably clinging to it.
I KNOW A REALLY GREAT PLACE IN THE CITY FOR DANCING, WANT GO WITH ME TONIGHT? KITTY AND JUBILEE ARE COMING TOO. IF IT'S A YES, DON'T TELL ANYONE, ADULTS WILL KILL US. IF IT'S A NO, DON'T TELL ANYONE, ADULTS WILL KILL US. THE PLACE IS CALLED "THE DIG". --ROGUE
Logan felt his anger rising. Anger mixed with...jealousy? No, it was just the fact that Rogue would be sneaking off with some boy who would probably end up hurting her. It was the fact that the city was a dangerous place to be at night, and that she had obviously snuck off to this great place before.
Oh, they would go to their little club and dance with a bunch of creeps, namely the Cajun, but Logan would be close at their heels making sure nothing happened to Rogue...and the other girls of course.