The rest of the afternoon was pretty tranquil for the most part, as the woman browsed, shopped, compared, and shopped some more. Added to the number of bags they had accumulated already, there was quite a struggle stumbling back to the car. With a trunk full of bags, as well as part of the back seat, much to Rachel's delight, they packed themselves in, and headed back towards the mansion. Jubilee blared some rock song unfamiliar to the others. Rachel meanwhile, had become very intent on tearing one of the Macy's shopping bags. Rogue sat back, watching the infant with interest.
She hoped their future would produce children of their own. Deep down, it was what she secretly wanted. Children had a profound effect on Remy. Initially, he would be nervous, but it would give way, and he would play with them as if they were his own. 'Our own.' Rogue smiled at the thought, and snuck an animal cracker to Rachel. The little one squealed with excitement, and quickly consumed the cookie. Then she turned her attention to the outside of the car, and stared outside at the quickly passing scenery. 'Ah hope he likes these outfits ah picked out. Maybe ah can get more creative an' keep things more spontaneous between us.' As the mansion came into view, she glanced at her room. 'Ah'm just scared ta let him touch me..What if mah powers kick in because of what happened before? C'mon girl, ya gotta learn ta trust 'im. Ya love him, right?'
After an intense workout in the Danger Room with Logan, Remy had retreated to his bedroom to rest. His nose wrinkled as he smelled himself, muttered something under his breath, and fished out a pair of cotton boxer shorts from his dresser drawer. He then grabbed his hunter green bathrobe out of his closet. That was a gift from Rogue. Stripping down, he put on the robe. While walking down the hall towards the bathroom, his mind wandered. Here he was again. Xavier's. But this time his purpose had another meaning. Remy still wasn't altogether sure if he believed in Charles Xavier's dream, despite how deeply his lover was. He wouldn't argue with her, however, because it'd only cause more tension. The fact that she finally had some semblance of control was a miracle, but at the same time, she was still very intimidated by the aspect of being touched.
He entered the bathroom, after knocked to make sure it was uninhabited. Remy turned on the bathwater and poured a little bit of Jubilee's infamous "Bubble Bath Magic". 'Lil' squirt won't any gone,' brought a smirk to his face. Usually, he was in such a rush, he couldn't appreciate a bath. The aches of today really called out to him though. Logan was no pushover when it came to fisticuffs. Luckily, both men were schooled enough to pull their blows, and not harm each other all that much, besides a bruise here or there. He sat a towel down on the counter of the sink and kneeled over beside the bathtub. The Cajun dipped his finger into the surface of the now full tub. 'Perfect.' He then dropped his robe onto the floor and climbed into the tub. 'Man, dat's the stuff.' He groaned with relief, sinking down.
Finding the bar of soap, he began cleaning away the dirt and sweat of the day. With cloth in hand, he traced it along his foot, washing away the suds. He continued to bathe while he thought of the other night. Rogue was actually as aggressive as she was fighting. It amazed him, to be honest. However, when he'd try to touch her, she would avoid his touch. She wanted complete control. Didn't she know it was like torture to him, worse than before? Now she was touchable, but only when she wanted, and she didn't seem to want to be touched in most conventional means. Maybe it was because it was her first time. He wasn't even sure of that. It could've been when she was in the Savage Land, powerless. That brought a grimace to his face. Or worse, when her powers had been stripped away in Genosha. If only she'd tell him. He would listen, he loved her.
All of his life, he'd been alone. Even as a child; even when he had come to live with his adopted father, and the thieves' guild. Until he'd met Ororo. The then-child mutant was the first real friend he'd ever had. Someone who had penetrated that locked heart of his. Ororo would forever hold a special place there, but Rogue was different. As much as he had cared about Ororo, she was only a dear friend. He missed her, and it was something he'd hoped to work on repairing sometime. Rogue, however, had something that attracted him to her. That flair of hers, he guessed. She was as mysterious as he, and twice as feisty. Deep down, he knew it was her heart. She was like a rose when they met. Beautiful, soft, yet covered with thorns. The thorns represented her insecurity, due to her mutant power, and the fierce independence she'd gained as a result of it. 'A rose.' That mental image lingered within his mind for a time.
By now, he was mostly clean. Water droplets trickled off his chest, as he emerged from the water, his entire head soaked. His hands brushed back the splattered hair covering his face. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slid his back against the tub. His shoulders burned from the intense stress they had had placed on them from the grappling contest with Logan. For a little guy, that Canuck sure weighted a lot. Deep down, Remy knew he missed the life he had led with him. Perhaps, once everything was squared away with his other situation, he would go crawling back to them. 'Aint nothin' like bein' a superhero,' he mused as he let his shoulders slump down.
Suddenly, strong, yet soft, fingers touched his shoulders. They began massaging the tender muscles with gentleness, even as the familiar scent began to fill his nostrils. He didn't bother looking up, nor opening his eyes, to know it was her. He had noticed the floor's creaking, as the quiet dangle of her earrings: more of that experience of his. Regardless, he wasn't compelled to resist those delicate healing hands of hers. "Long day?" The question she posed was lingering with humor. He grinned, and nodded his head ever so quickly. "Funny, chere. How was de trip?" "S'okay." It was then that he felt her hands leaving his shoulders, and the sudden additional weight against his lap. He opened his eyes, to notice they were now face to face. She was sitting in his lap, as naked as he, with a playful smile. For some reason, he was worried about her, because this new revelation in their relationship had already changed Rogue. What if the woman he loved was becoming something totally different?
Their lips met, due to Rogue's aggressiveness. As they began to indulge their sexual tension, Remy felt a little fear creep up his spine. The longer it lasted, the deeper that concern shot through him. On one hand, he was finally able to show his love in the ultimate way, but in the other, it just didn't seem like her. "Chere.." The words barely escaped his lips. She didn't answer. Maybe she didn't hear him. And he wasn't in the position to resist her, as much as he wanted to. He made another attempt, but her lips sealed his. Finally, their bodies spent, she rested her head against his chest. "Dis aint like you," he started, but as he looked down, her eyes were closed, and her face serene. He would talk to her after she awoke.
Remy opened his eyes, and after a moment, realized he was in his room, in his bed. '2am.' His head fell back onto he pillow, covering his face. 'Damn day dreamin'.' Rogue's strangeness was just a dream then. But he did recall his bath. Then he heard her breathing, and glanced up again. She was lying beside him, wearing one of his t-shirts, arms wrapped around his chest. That same tranquil look rested on her face. He smiled at her, and shifted positions to stare at her beautiful face. Rogue had the kind of faces he'd seen on the handmade porcelain dolls in the hobbyist stores of Paris. Her skin was as soft as a feather; her face was perfectly sculpted. Those almond shaped emerald eyes of her, so full of determination and a strong passion. Her pouty lips, full. Beckoning. Those dimples. They were cute, he'd say, much to her dismay. How he longed to touch her more. He didn't dare rush her, however. This was new to both of them, and they'd have to be careful. He kissed her forehead gently, and closed his eyes.