Title: Tangled Webs By: Satine16
Chapter 4: Simple Things
Summary: Remy and Rogue share an evening that reminds them why they have loved one
another even against all common sense.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel. I am not doing this to
make any money.....so please, don't attack me!
Betsy had spent the rest of the afternoon shopping, and passed most of the evening
drinking heavily. She arrived home, stone drunk, at about ten.
She stumbled in the door and glanced into the parlor, only to see Remy and Rogue
lounging all over one another. He was dressed in his usual black t-shirt, his muscles rippling
through the sleeves and snugly pulled fabric across his chest. Rogue was attired in a classic,
black, Chanel sweater and indigo blue jeans. Her black satin gloves ran under her sleeves
reaching all the way up to her elbows. Betsy eyed the pair spitefully, Remy seated on the large
sofa and Rogue lying across his lap. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his arms were
looped around her waist. His right hand was tucked away in the left back pocket of her jeans.
"Bloody hell," Betsy shouted in a slurred voice, "she can't even take her clothes off and
still, she's getting more action than I am!"
The couple turned their heads to look at Betsy, Rogue's expression filled with horror and
Remy's full of pure anger. The two pairs of eyes followed Betsy as she gathered her shopping
bags and tripped up the stairs.
"Maybe Ah should go check on her sugah?"
" She'll be fine, ma belle."
"How do you...." Remy cut her off. If it were any other situation he would have brought
her focus back with a kiss, but instead, he took two fingers and ran them along the single, snowy
strand of hair that she had let free to frame her face. She smiled in return and rested her head on
his shoulder. All of the small things counted in their relationship. Little contacts and brief
moments of happiness were what mattered, there was nothing else.
He slowly moved his hand from it resting place on the small of her back and traced up
her spine. He felt her shiver slightly while he did this and couldn't help but smile. He unclasped
the barrette that had held two sections of her hair up in a twist, and let it fall unabashedly down
her back. He removed his hand from her pocket and ran his fingers through her hair letting it
completely free from the form it had taken while tied back. She slowly ran her hand over his
chiseled stomach and chest and he reacted by gently gliding his hand back and forth along her
thigh. She borrowed further into his chest and began to doze off. Enveloped by her sweet scent
and beautiful features, Remy too fell into a deep but sweet slumber.
He awoke as the large clock that sat in the hallway sounded once. He glanced at his watch
and realized that it really was one o'clock in the morning. He smiled when he saw her nestled
and asleep in his lap. Softly, he slipped one arm behind her knees and the other slightly under her
arms. Slowly and cautiously he carried her up the stairs to her room.
He entered the blackened bedroom and gingerly placed her upon the bed. As he opened
the door she stirred from her sleep.
"Remy?"
He turned towards the bed and whispered faintly, "Oui, ma belle?"
Drowsily she murmured, "Please don't leave."
He smiled tenderly and drifted back to the bed. He warily slipped next to her and pulled
her half slumbering body close to him. His arms remained draped around her waist and she
hugged them there tightly. The two lovers fell asleep in an embrace. Many would call them
unlucky. Some would say fate had dealt them a few bad cards, and there were few that would
remark that they were stupid to try and make something as hopeless as this work. That he should
move on to a 'real' relationship and that she should let him go, no questions asked. But Remy
LeBeau had known many women in his life, and never had he cared for any other like he did for
Rogue. Therefore, he had no plans to leave her anytime in the near future and she would never
willingly let him go. It was true that she had her doubts about the relationship, and that she
sometimes regretted his almost wasted affections, but when all was said and done she loved him.
Nothing was lost if they shared that. Just being together was more important to them than
anything else ever could be.
Chapter 4: Simple Things
Summary: Remy and Rogue share an evening that reminds them why they have loved one
another even against all common sense.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel. I am not doing this to
make any money.....so please, don't attack me!
Betsy had spent the rest of the afternoon shopping, and passed most of the evening
drinking heavily. She arrived home, stone drunk, at about ten.
She stumbled in the door and glanced into the parlor, only to see Remy and Rogue
lounging all over one another. He was dressed in his usual black t-shirt, his muscles rippling
through the sleeves and snugly pulled fabric across his chest. Rogue was attired in a classic,
black, Chanel sweater and indigo blue jeans. Her black satin gloves ran under her sleeves
reaching all the way up to her elbows. Betsy eyed the pair spitefully, Remy seated on the large
sofa and Rogue lying across his lap. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his arms were
looped around her waist. His right hand was tucked away in the left back pocket of her jeans.
"Bloody hell," Betsy shouted in a slurred voice, "she can't even take her clothes off and
still, she's getting more action than I am!"
The couple turned their heads to look at Betsy, Rogue's expression filled with horror and
Remy's full of pure anger. The two pairs of eyes followed Betsy as she gathered her shopping
bags and tripped up the stairs.
"Maybe Ah should go check on her sugah?"
" She'll be fine, ma belle."
"How do you...." Remy cut her off. If it were any other situation he would have brought
her focus back with a kiss, but instead, he took two fingers and ran them along the single, snowy
strand of hair that she had let free to frame her face. She smiled in return and rested her head on
his shoulder. All of the small things counted in their relationship. Little contacts and brief
moments of happiness were what mattered, there was nothing else.
He slowly moved his hand from it resting place on the small of her back and traced up
her spine. He felt her shiver slightly while he did this and couldn't help but smile. He unclasped
the barrette that had held two sections of her hair up in a twist, and let it fall unabashedly down
her back. He removed his hand from her pocket and ran his fingers through her hair letting it
completely free from the form it had taken while tied back. She slowly ran her hand over his
chiseled stomach and chest and he reacted by gently gliding his hand back and forth along her
thigh. She borrowed further into his chest and began to doze off. Enveloped by her sweet scent
and beautiful features, Remy too fell into a deep but sweet slumber.
He awoke as the large clock that sat in the hallway sounded once. He glanced at his watch
and realized that it really was one o'clock in the morning. He smiled when he saw her nestled
and asleep in his lap. Softly, he slipped one arm behind her knees and the other slightly under her
arms. Slowly and cautiously he carried her up the stairs to her room.
He entered the blackened bedroom and gingerly placed her upon the bed. As he opened
the door she stirred from her sleep.
"Remy?"
He turned towards the bed and whispered faintly, "Oui, ma belle?"
Drowsily she murmured, "Please don't leave."
He smiled tenderly and drifted back to the bed. He warily slipped next to her and pulled
her half slumbering body close to him. His arms remained draped around her waist and she
hugged them there tightly. The two lovers fell asleep in an embrace. Many would call them
unlucky. Some would say fate had dealt them a few bad cards, and there were few that would
remark that they were stupid to try and make something as hopeless as this work. That he should
move on to a 'real' relationship and that she should let him go, no questions asked. But Remy
LeBeau had known many women in his life, and never had he cared for any other like he did for
Rogue. Therefore, he had no plans to leave her anytime in the near future and she would never
willingly let him go. It was true that she had her doubts about the relationship, and that she
sometimes regretted his almost wasted affections, but when all was said and done she loved him.
Nothing was lost if they shared that. Just being together was more important to them than
anything else ever could be.