Wow. Didn't know that many people cared. Well, since an overwhelming amount of ppl reviewed, I have opted to post as fast as I could. But then I remembered I have finals. ::curses semester system under her breath:: So I have posted the next chapter as speedily as possible, but not as speedily as I would have hoped. I have a lot of issues to resolve, and this won't be just Remy/Rogue stuff so it may take a little while to get through to develop the plot thoroughly. (I'm getting a little tired of pointless fluff myself.)

Also if anyone can think of a better title than the one I have up (or if for some reason you like the current one) tell me! Thanks.

On a side note: This disclaimer is for all future chapters. I don't own the characters or some of the details pertaining them, but I do hold full ownership to the story. If by some miracle (or lack in judgment) you want to archive this, just let me know. I'll be happy to oblige. Just e-mail me at river_rat_rogue@yahoo.com.

N/R (notes to reviewers):

Trepidatio ~ shameless review whore? ::lifts eyebrow:: well, I might have seemed rather desperate, but implying I would sell myself for a review? Bit extreme… And I shall do my best w/ Remy's accent, but I can't promise I will make you completely happy, seeing that what I see as over-kill may not correspond w/ your views.

The Green Goddess ~ That's what I was going for. I was really upset at how they changed Rogue completely, and I wanted to make her stronger.

Raelene ~ Yeah, I wasn't sure about that 'Ro scene, but I wanted to make her nervous about Remy because she hasn't seen him for many years. Somewhere in that last chapter, I think Rogue state that she had never seen Ororo stutter before, so I figured that Storm-lovers wouldn't hate me too much. But I'm glad you like it. :)

Syrena ~ I figured that a 21-year-old Remy would be more libido-driven than what the comics show Remy to be. Plus, I'm not fully holding to the comics, so if he seems a bit out of character, it's probably on purpose. I just want him to be a little more concerned w/ stuff like sex at first to cause a bit more angst in both him and Rogue. Which reminds me, I don't know if I'm going to up the rating any more than PG-13, but I might, depending on where the story goes.

And to those who used my ::coughcough:: symbols ~ ::grins:: nice to know it's catching on. but I still would like it to be my trademark. ::sighs at her possessiveness::

on w/ the story:

Chapter 2

"Sugah. bum bum bum bum bum bum. Ohhh, honay, honay. bum bum bum bum bum bum. Ya're mah cahndy boy, an' ya got me want'n ya!!"

Bobby turned over and groaned. He didn't remember leaving his alarm on any oldies station.

"When Ah kissed ya boy, Ah knew how sweet ah kiss could be, Ah knew how sweet ah kiss could be. Lahke the summah sunshine poah yoah sweetness ovah me, POAH YOAH SWEETNESS OVAH MEEE!!"

Crash!! Bobby's now frozen alarm clock crashed into the wall and shattered into a million pieces.

"Oh, sugah!! doo doo doo doo doo doo. Oh, honay, honay! doo doo doo doo doo doo—"

"Why won't it stop?" Bobby whimpered from under his pillow.

"Cuz, sugah, y'ain't up yet. When ya get up, then Ah'll stop."

"Rogue, if you don't stop, I'll freeze your mouth shut."

Rogue laughed. "Ya wouldn't dare! Come on, Bobby. Ah need yoah help. Didn't Ah help ya when ya wanted ta get tagethah with Lorna?"

"A lot of good that did me."

"Whatd'ya mean? Last tahme Ah checked, you two were all ovah each othah."

"Yeah, well, things change. Apparently she has a thing for Alex Summers."

          "Ya mean aftah all of that romanc'n an' danc'n, she left ya foh Cyke Jr.? Man, thaht's gotta hurt."

          "Thanks, Rogue. Good to know I have you around to ease the pain."

           Rogue just laughed.

          "Well, Rogue my girl, I was never one to mope, so I'll help you. Who cares if my first official girlfriend dumped me? Her loss because, you know what? I'm good enough; I'm smart enough; and doggonit, people like me!"

          Rogue giggled. "Thaht's thah spirit, Popsicle. Now help me pick an outfit. Ah'm meet'n a new student tahday, an' Ah  wahnt to make ah good impression."

          Bobby groaned. "You woke me up for fashion advice? Why didn't you ask Kitty or Jubilee to help you?"

          "Cuz, silly, ya're mah best friend. Plus if Ah asked foh help with cloth'n, they'd get suspicious cuz the new student's ah boy."

          "Ahh, I see. So you don't want them to know you're trying to get laid."

          "BOBBY!! Ah cahn't believe ya said thaht! Ya know Ah cahn't touch anyone! An' even if Ah could, Ah'm NOT thaht kind of person!"

          Bobby chuckled. "Now we're even. Uggh, waking me up at the unholy hour of--" Bobby looked around for his clock. Suddenly he remembered its sad fate. "Man, Xavier's gunna freak. Second clock this month. Oh well. Wait--what time is it anyway?"

          Rogue looked at her watch. "Nahne-oh-Fahve."

          "Nine? You woke me up at nine?! I wasn't even aware there was a nine!"

          "Aw, stop yoah whin'n. Ah'd do it foh ya. Ya know Ah would."

          "That's because you wake up at four every day."

          "Ah do not! Ah couldn't even. Jus' because Ah wake up at seven…"

          "Seven! That's as bad as four!"

          "Jus' shuddup an' geddup."

          Bobby was about to retort, but he thought the better of it and grudgingly got up, stumbling out the door to the bathroom. Rogue waited until he came back and watched as he took out his clothes.

          "You gunna leave so I can change, or you want to watch?"

          Rogue smiled flirtatiously. "Afraid ta strip in front uh me, Iceboy?"

          "Hey, it's Iceman. And I have no problem proving to you that it's boy and not man. I mean…uggh, forget it. I'm changing in the closet."

          Rogue smirked. "Y'aint got nothang Ah havn't seen befoah, Iceboy."

          "IT'S MAN!!" Bobby shouted from where he struggled in the closet. After two or three ouches, a couple curses, and a loud crash, Bobby finally emerged from the closet in a pair of baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt.

          "Ya made thaht much noise foh some baggy pahnts an' ah skateboahd tee? Mah Goodness, Bobby!"

          Bobby raised an eyebrow. "My goodness?"

          "Foh yoah infohmation, Ah'm try'n not ta cuss."

          Bobby smirked. "Let's see how long that lasts. I'd put good money on about forty minutes."

          "Hardy har har. Ah jus' need ta fahnd replacement words. Thay're easy ta conjure up."

          "Let me infer to what sparked this new-found properness. Could it be that our resident southern belle was chewed out by our fearless leader for her renowned potty-mouth?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Since when d'ya talk lahke Beast? If ya're gunna imitate one of yoah best friends, y'should talk lahke me."

"Speak in that horribly fake southern accent? I don't think so."

"Seems lahke someone wahnts ta be pounded down through the floor." Rogue glanced at her watch and sighed impatiently. "Come on, we're wast'n tahme. Ah need ta be downstairs in half an hour."

They walked out of the male dormitories to the woman's wing of the building, Bobby whining the whole time. Upon reaching Rogue's room, Bobby flung himself onto the bed and fell asleep, and Rogue promptly whacked him awake.

Bobby grumbled. "Fine, fine. I'm not gunna sleep. Just strip and let's be done with it."

Rogue smirked. "Quite the charmah. Is thaht what ya say ta yoah girlfriends befoah sex? Oops, Ah fohgot; Ya nevah get any."

"Hey, you should talk. You're the virgin."

"Yeah, well, thaht's 'cuz ah mah mutation. Yah have no excuse."

"Who says I'm a virgin?" Bobby grinned mischievously at Rogue.

" 'Bout every girl ya evah dated. Unless ya got ah hookah ta release yoah 'sexual frustrations' on. Ah wouldn't put it past ya."

Bobby glared at Rogue. "Do you want help already, or should I go back to bed?"

"Yeah, Ah wahnt help. Thanks, Bobby, foh help'n me. Now let's choose mah cloth'n!"

Bobby winced at Rogue's 180-degree attitude but just shrugged it off. He was used to her moodiness by now. "I swear she's bipolar."

Rogue was at the closet pulling out clothes and holding them in front of her slim body while watching her reflection in the mirror. After several dresses and skirts which he vetoed, she finally decided to wear something more…her.

"What d'ya think 'bout this sweatah w/ these jeans?" she asked holding a fuzzy green turtleneck sweater and dark blue, skin-tight jeans to her frame. Bobby glanced over her outfit and nodded in approval.

"It says. 'Look, but don't touch.' Just the message you want to send."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Thaht should be mah motto. Ah should get it engraved on a plaque and put it on my wall." Although her tone was sarcastic, Bobby could hear the hurt that her voice betrayed.

"Aww, come 'ere. Don't worry about it, hun," he whispered soothingly as he rubbed her shoulder. "You'll find the right guy for you. And he won't care one bit about your power—"

"—Curse," she interrupted.

"—gift," he insisted. He grinned as he put his arm around her. "And anyways, you'll learn how to control your power somehow. And I'll stay by you every single little tiny baby step of the way. Unless a hot girl comes by; then I'll have to leave ya."

Rogue giggled. "Ya promise?"

"Yeah I do. I know I'm sounding super-corny right now, but I really do love you. You know that right?" he asked as he kissed the crown of her head.

"Yeah, Bobby, Ah do. An' don't ya evah doubt foh ah second thaht Ah love ya, y'hear?"

"Of course. Now let's get you all dressed up so you'll be ready to meet the man that you might marry." He winked at her, and she laughed on her way to the bathroom to get dressed. Within ten minutes they were walking hand-in-glove down the stairs to the rec room. When they reached the hallway outside of the door, Bobby eased his grip and turned to hug her while whispering in her ear.

"Now go and make me proud. Show that boy the best time he's ever seen. And remember: the only thing you have to worry about is that he falls in love with you and you can't get rid of him. Kay?" 

Rogue smiled slightly. "Kay."

"Come on; show me your pearly whites."

Suddenly her grin widened so much that her eyes turned into slits, like some little kid beaming into her parents' excited video camera.

Bobby smirked. "He'll fall for ya in half a second. Now go in there!" And with that he left her on her own.

Rogue sighed. "Come on, girl. Ya're tough; ya're capable…"

"…and doggonit people like you!" Bobby's voice echoed in her head.

Reassured at Bobby's support, she took a few deep breaths, roused her bravado, strutted confidently into the rec room, and…stopped dead in her tracks.

" 'Ello, petite. Remy t'ought it would be you. Aft'r all, how many femmes, let alone mutant femmes, have de name 'Rogue'?"

"Oh crap," she thought as she blanched. "It's thah Gambit."

Dun Dun Dun. Weren't expecting that, huh? Oh, you were? ::makes sad face:: Oh well. Again sorry it's been a while but I've been really busy lately, but I'll really make an effort to update faster; I promise. ::makes boy scout sign w/ three fingers:: (or is it two fingers?) Well, review. Thanks :D