Disclaimer: No, I don't own or are making any money off of any of the Marvel characters. Period.
Notes: This is my third attempt to finish a story. Be patient with me.
Rating: Pg-13 ...just because.
Notes on the story: You asked for it, so it's here. And in regard to the question about my last story that I haven't finished...stories rather, I don't know what happened to them, I just lost interest. Let's hope it doesn't happen with this one.
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Chapter 3
Valentine's Day, a few years ago.
I had everything planned out, it was going to be the perfect Valentine's Day. I had thought of something to get him, and I even picked out something different to wear.
Anticipation filled my bones as I sat on the edge of my bed with the little jewelry box clenched tightly in my gloved hands.
I had brushed my thick auburn hair back into a French twist, a large tuff of curls cascading down the middle of it, with the two white strips curled at the sides of my face. I wore no makeup, didn't feel like figuring the stuff out. The black leather skirt came about to my mid-thigh and rode a little too high when I sat down. But Remy had said he liked it once when we went window shopping. Oh, I can remember vividly a single strand of auburn hair falling in between his eyes as he lowered his face to me, Ah'd like ta see ya in somtin' like dat, chere.
Anyway, the shirt was definitely something Jubilee would wear to one of her rock concerts, well, maybe a little more revealing for her tastes. I was wearing a lacy, green bra that could be seen, with basically a shimmery lighter green covering over it.
I topped it all off with a pair of six inch stiletto's. Gorgeous shoes ever made. I never owned a pair and I always wanted to try some on. They were the ones that I could image my mother wearing. Not Mystique. My other mother, the one from long ago and far away, of the sound of laughter and a faint scent of perfume that lingers around me in the time between dreams and being awake.
Anyway, everything all nice and fixed, I stood up and was about to give myself a quick once-over in the mirror, (I'm not usually that concerned about my appearance except when I'm not used to wearing something, then I get kind of nervous.) but there was a knock on my door. My eyes flicked towards it and I took a few steps closer, shook my head, pulled my shoulders back and quickly cleared the distance, the jewelry box clutched in my hand.
I stuck on my best smile, and opened the door. Standing there, looking absolutely yummy was a certain Cajun. The smile that I had plastered on my lips softened into one of genuine happiness.
He was wearing a pair of light khaki slacks, with a burgundy shirt that shone black in the light, and a matching jacket over it all. Not his usual trench coat, I was impressed. His hair was slicked back in the front, with a few strands of auburn falling down his face, and it was put in a ponytail in the back, the strands curling ever so slightly against his neck. He held a single blood red rose in his hand. His eyes must have lit on fire as soon as I came to the door. I hadn't really noticed them much, though, I was too busy looking at him. He took a step forward, and bent close enough to me so that I could feel his breath.
"Happy Valentine's Day, chere." His breath made me dizzy, and I know I tried to take a step back, but his hands were resting on the barely there material of the shirt at my waist. And then, just as suddenly as he was there, he was gone, and standing about a foot away from me, the rose in my hand, and an extremely cocky smile on his lips.
I just shot him a look like nothing had happened, brushed the white strands from my eyes, and walked out of the room.
Most of the night went smoothly enough, we couldn't go out too far and stay out too late because much the entire team's dismay the Professor had planned an early training session that included everyone. Remy and I made the best of a bad situation, we took a picnic out into the backyard, by the newly constructed pond that consisted of expensive wine and fresh fruit.
Once we were done with the delicacies, me snuggled in his arms and both of us lost in our own thoughts as our eyes swam with visions of the stars above. It was so peaceful, and I remember hearing not a sound.
A smile came to my lips, and I sat up quickly, Remy didn't move. I reached over and grabbed the little jewelry box from it's spot on the blanket and almost sheepishly handed it to him. His eyes danced, since it was nearly pitch black outside, he wasn't wearing his sun glasses and his exquisite eyes were bared for everyone to see. The light from the candles played off of the black depths and made me want to grab his face in between my hands and kiss him. So strong was the feeling that I had to look down at my hands while he opened his gift.
I didn't hear anything for a few moments, and when I looked back up, he was gone. It startled me so much that I blinked a few times, and was about to look behind me, when a pair of strong arms folded around me. I smiled, and even though I know he was being careful not to touch any of my bare skin, I was still weary, but to my own pride didn't show it. I felt his lips at my ear.
"Rogue, chere, Remy love you wit all his heart, and jus' wonder if you love him too."
The words were spoken so softly, and with such feeling that tears welled up in my eyes. It felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my shoulders and that my heart was bursting with this feeling that I had never felt. I couldn't have been happier if this was out of a fairy tale, it was so perfect.
This whole time I hadn't looked down at his hands, but they were holding something. Upon closer inspection, they held a little box. I held my breath, because the mere implication of a small jewelry box to a girl speaks volumes.
"Will you do him da honor of becomin' his wife?"
Nimble fingers opened up the box and inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever laid eyes on. It was also the most expensive ring. It was easily platinum, as silver just didn't shine like that. It had a cluster of smaller diamonds that sparkled around and set off a larger one. My breath caught in my throat, and tears welled up in my eyes. He took it out, and I held out my hand, glove and all, he slipped it on. It was a little tight with the silky fabric, so I knew without it it would be a perfect fit. I didn't realize it then, but inside it was engraved. To the only one who could steal my heart.
Oh yeah, the necklace that I had gotten him was silver, a masculine chain that was as dainty as possible without loosing it's manliness. The charm was a small, silver key. Inscribed along it was You hold the key to my heart.
That was the best day of my life. We had never touched in our lives, but somehow he managed to hold onto his love for me enough to want to be married to me. It made my mind go numb to try and comprehend how someone could love someone else so much.
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Ok, I know this part doesn't have anything to do with the first part, but be patient, it will. I just wanted to establish some background on these folks before I tried to cram all this alternate universe down your throat. I love the input, and it keeps me motivated, I really think I can finish this one this time! :)
Notes: This is my third attempt to finish a story. Be patient with me.
Rating: Pg-13 ...just because.
Notes on the story: You asked for it, so it's here. And in regard to the question about my last story that I haven't finished...stories rather, I don't know what happened to them, I just lost interest. Let's hope it doesn't happen with this one.
***
Chapter 3
Valentine's Day, a few years ago.
I had everything planned out, it was going to be the perfect Valentine's Day. I had thought of something to get him, and I even picked out something different to wear.
Anticipation filled my bones as I sat on the edge of my bed with the little jewelry box clenched tightly in my gloved hands.
I had brushed my thick auburn hair back into a French twist, a large tuff of curls cascading down the middle of it, with the two white strips curled at the sides of my face. I wore no makeup, didn't feel like figuring the stuff out. The black leather skirt came about to my mid-thigh and rode a little too high when I sat down. But Remy had said he liked it once when we went window shopping. Oh, I can remember vividly a single strand of auburn hair falling in between his eyes as he lowered his face to me, Ah'd like ta see ya in somtin' like dat, chere.
Anyway, the shirt was definitely something Jubilee would wear to one of her rock concerts, well, maybe a little more revealing for her tastes. I was wearing a lacy, green bra that could be seen, with basically a shimmery lighter green covering over it.
I topped it all off with a pair of six inch stiletto's. Gorgeous shoes ever made. I never owned a pair and I always wanted to try some on. They were the ones that I could image my mother wearing. Not Mystique. My other mother, the one from long ago and far away, of the sound of laughter and a faint scent of perfume that lingers around me in the time between dreams and being awake.
Anyway, everything all nice and fixed, I stood up and was about to give myself a quick once-over in the mirror, (I'm not usually that concerned about my appearance except when I'm not used to wearing something, then I get kind of nervous.) but there was a knock on my door. My eyes flicked towards it and I took a few steps closer, shook my head, pulled my shoulders back and quickly cleared the distance, the jewelry box clutched in my hand.
I stuck on my best smile, and opened the door. Standing there, looking absolutely yummy was a certain Cajun. The smile that I had plastered on my lips softened into one of genuine happiness.
He was wearing a pair of light khaki slacks, with a burgundy shirt that shone black in the light, and a matching jacket over it all. Not his usual trench coat, I was impressed. His hair was slicked back in the front, with a few strands of auburn falling down his face, and it was put in a ponytail in the back, the strands curling ever so slightly against his neck. He held a single blood red rose in his hand. His eyes must have lit on fire as soon as I came to the door. I hadn't really noticed them much, though, I was too busy looking at him. He took a step forward, and bent close enough to me so that I could feel his breath.
"Happy Valentine's Day, chere." His breath made me dizzy, and I know I tried to take a step back, but his hands were resting on the barely there material of the shirt at my waist. And then, just as suddenly as he was there, he was gone, and standing about a foot away from me, the rose in my hand, and an extremely cocky smile on his lips.
I just shot him a look like nothing had happened, brushed the white strands from my eyes, and walked out of the room.
Most of the night went smoothly enough, we couldn't go out too far and stay out too late because much the entire team's dismay the Professor had planned an early training session that included everyone. Remy and I made the best of a bad situation, we took a picnic out into the backyard, by the newly constructed pond that consisted of expensive wine and fresh fruit.
Once we were done with the delicacies, me snuggled in his arms and both of us lost in our own thoughts as our eyes swam with visions of the stars above. It was so peaceful, and I remember hearing not a sound.
A smile came to my lips, and I sat up quickly, Remy didn't move. I reached over and grabbed the little jewelry box from it's spot on the blanket and almost sheepishly handed it to him. His eyes danced, since it was nearly pitch black outside, he wasn't wearing his sun glasses and his exquisite eyes were bared for everyone to see. The light from the candles played off of the black depths and made me want to grab his face in between my hands and kiss him. So strong was the feeling that I had to look down at my hands while he opened his gift.
I didn't hear anything for a few moments, and when I looked back up, he was gone. It startled me so much that I blinked a few times, and was about to look behind me, when a pair of strong arms folded around me. I smiled, and even though I know he was being careful not to touch any of my bare skin, I was still weary, but to my own pride didn't show it. I felt his lips at my ear.
"Rogue, chere, Remy love you wit all his heart, and jus' wonder if you love him too."
The words were spoken so softly, and with such feeling that tears welled up in my eyes. It felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my shoulders and that my heart was bursting with this feeling that I had never felt. I couldn't have been happier if this was out of a fairy tale, it was so perfect.
This whole time I hadn't looked down at his hands, but they were holding something. Upon closer inspection, they held a little box. I held my breath, because the mere implication of a small jewelry box to a girl speaks volumes.
"Will you do him da honor of becomin' his wife?"
Nimble fingers opened up the box and inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever laid eyes on. It was also the most expensive ring. It was easily platinum, as silver just didn't shine like that. It had a cluster of smaller diamonds that sparkled around and set off a larger one. My breath caught in my throat, and tears welled up in my eyes. He took it out, and I held out my hand, glove and all, he slipped it on. It was a little tight with the silky fabric, so I knew without it it would be a perfect fit. I didn't realize it then, but inside it was engraved. To the only one who could steal my heart.
Oh yeah, the necklace that I had gotten him was silver, a masculine chain that was as dainty as possible without loosing it's manliness. The charm was a small, silver key. Inscribed along it was You hold the key to my heart.
That was the best day of my life. We had never touched in our lives, but somehow he managed to hold onto his love for me enough to want to be married to me. It made my mind go numb to try and comprehend how someone could love someone else so much.
***
Ok, I know this part doesn't have anything to do with the first part, but be patient, it will. I just wanted to establish some background on these folks before I tried to cram all this alternate universe down your throat. I love the input, and it keeps me motivated, I really think I can finish this one this time! :)