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Dreams: Chapter 2
The small bathroom filled up very quickly with steam. Accustomed to taking luke-warm showers, Remy welcomed the feel of the scalding water against his skin. With his hands braced against the cool tile in front of him, he hung his head and let the water dance along his body. Relaxing for a moment, Remy closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
He could see it so clearly: his own secluded mountain haven. A lush green canopy, cut by a series of small waterfalls and all of it warmed by the summer sun. Sitting behind the waterfalls, his back leaning against the cool, damp stone, his eyes drifting closed. Listening to the sound of the water as it cascaded down the small falls, ending up in the pond where his feet rested. He could feel the chilly spray of the water as it bounced off the rocks in front of him, landing on his face.
After a while, he opened his eyes to notice the outline of a figure standing on the opposite side of the falls. As the figure came closer, curiosity got the better of him and he slowly rose and walked toward the fall. A small hand reached through the water and landed on his chest. A woman's hand, that proceeded to move its way upward, taking its time to memorize the feel of his body. Soft fingers burned a trail into his skin from his chest up to his face. Once the hand reached his face, it gently caressed his cheek and rubbed its thumb over his lips. And that's when she walked through the water to join him on the other side.
Her auburn-white hair plastered to her face. Those green eyes staring up at him, looking into him. Her soaking wet white dress, molded to every curve of her body, leaving nothing up to the imagination. She reminded him of a Greek goddess or water nymph. He was rendered speechless...but she wasn't.
"Hello Remy." Rogue said as she raised up on her toes, to place a kiss on his....
"Whoa!" Remy declared as his eyes snapped open. The constant stream of cold water from the faucet announced to him exactly how long he had been in the shower. He had fallen asleep.
Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, Remy walked from his bathroom to the window in his bedroom. Throwing open the curtains, he stood there and let the morning sun help to re-warm him. He chuckled at himself, he had fallen asleep in the shower and what did he dream about : HER.
He always dreamed about Rogue.
Her eyes...He could tell so much by looking into their emerald depths. She tried so hard to hide her emotions from everyone, but even when she hid them very carefully, he could always tell her true feelings just by staring into her eyes.
Her hair... When it was long, it was a wild mess of curls and tangles. Kind of like Rogue herself. Wild. Now she opted for a shorter cut, trying to give off a more grown up look, she was still as untamed and wild as the first time they met.
Her smile... Whenever she flashed her smile, any man nearby could feel his heart stop beating. Her smile lights up her face and brings a warmth to her sometimes distant demeanor. She is absolutely beautiful, especially when she turns her smile on him.
But most importantly: Her touch. The feel of her warm skin. Although he only experienced her touch for a short while, he found it more intoxicating then any drink he could ever find on Bourbon Street. No matter what else occurred in any of his dreams, her touch was the one constant thing. He always dreamed about her touch.
Sighing heavily, he pushed away from the window and moved toward the dresser.
After pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans and a cotton black T-shirt, Remy left his room and strolled down the hallway. Coming upon another door, he stopped and drew a ragged breath.
He had gone AWOL from the team about three days ago, after completing his latest mission. Not that the Professor minded since he was used to Remy's sudden departures without explanation. As long as he completed the mission, the Prof wouldn't have a fit.... but he knew someone would. And that person would be on the other side of that door.
Remy honestly thought about not knocking on Rogue's door and going straight down for breakfast, but he knew there would be hell to pay later if he didn't at least let her know he was back and okay.
"Chere, it's Remy. Ya awake in der?" He asked as he softly rapped on her door.
No answer.
Checking the knob, and finding it unlocked, he slowly pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.
Dreams: Chapter 2
The small bathroom filled up very quickly with steam. Accustomed to taking luke-warm showers, Remy welcomed the feel of the scalding water against his skin. With his hands braced against the cool tile in front of him, he hung his head and let the water dance along his body. Relaxing for a moment, Remy closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
He could see it so clearly: his own secluded mountain haven. A lush green canopy, cut by a series of small waterfalls and all of it warmed by the summer sun. Sitting behind the waterfalls, his back leaning against the cool, damp stone, his eyes drifting closed. Listening to the sound of the water as it cascaded down the small falls, ending up in the pond where his feet rested. He could feel the chilly spray of the water as it bounced off the rocks in front of him, landing on his face.
After a while, he opened his eyes to notice the outline of a figure standing on the opposite side of the falls. As the figure came closer, curiosity got the better of him and he slowly rose and walked toward the fall. A small hand reached through the water and landed on his chest. A woman's hand, that proceeded to move its way upward, taking its time to memorize the feel of his body. Soft fingers burned a trail into his skin from his chest up to his face. Once the hand reached his face, it gently caressed his cheek and rubbed its thumb over his lips. And that's when she walked through the water to join him on the other side.
Her auburn-white hair plastered to her face. Those green eyes staring up at him, looking into him. Her soaking wet white dress, molded to every curve of her body, leaving nothing up to the imagination. She reminded him of a Greek goddess or water nymph. He was rendered speechless...but she wasn't.
"Hello Remy." Rogue said as she raised up on her toes, to place a kiss on his....
"Whoa!" Remy declared as his eyes snapped open. The constant stream of cold water from the faucet announced to him exactly how long he had been in the shower. He had fallen asleep.
Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, Remy walked from his bathroom to the window in his bedroom. Throwing open the curtains, he stood there and let the morning sun help to re-warm him. He chuckled at himself, he had fallen asleep in the shower and what did he dream about : HER.
He always dreamed about Rogue.
Her eyes...He could tell so much by looking into their emerald depths. She tried so hard to hide her emotions from everyone, but even when she hid them very carefully, he could always tell her true feelings just by staring into her eyes.
Her hair... When it was long, it was a wild mess of curls and tangles. Kind of like Rogue herself. Wild. Now she opted for a shorter cut, trying to give off a more grown up look, she was still as untamed and wild as the first time they met.
Her smile... Whenever she flashed her smile, any man nearby could feel his heart stop beating. Her smile lights up her face and brings a warmth to her sometimes distant demeanor. She is absolutely beautiful, especially when she turns her smile on him.
But most importantly: Her touch. The feel of her warm skin. Although he only experienced her touch for a short while, he found it more intoxicating then any drink he could ever find on Bourbon Street. No matter what else occurred in any of his dreams, her touch was the one constant thing. He always dreamed about her touch.
Sighing heavily, he pushed away from the window and moved toward the dresser.
After pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans and a cotton black T-shirt, Remy left his room and strolled down the hallway. Coming upon another door, he stopped and drew a ragged breath.
He had gone AWOL from the team about three days ago, after completing his latest mission. Not that the Professor minded since he was used to Remy's sudden departures without explanation. As long as he completed the mission, the Prof wouldn't have a fit.... but he knew someone would. And that person would be on the other side of that door.
Remy honestly thought about not knocking on Rogue's door and going straight down for breakfast, but he knew there would be hell to pay later if he didn't at least let her know he was back and okay.
"Chere, it's Remy. Ya awake in der?" He asked as he softly rapped on her door.
No answer.
Checking the knob, and finding it unlocked, he slowly pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.