Note from myself : There's the second one! It's short, I know, I know… The French version is also coming up. The first chapter is published under the title Intemporel. I don't really like the title, so maybe it's going to change. Anyways. I don't own any of the characters. Marvel does. Blah. Blah blah, blah… blah blah. Blah. No money made on this, only a lot of fun.  Don't worry, the action's coming, probably on the next chapter. Ok, so there is a little S.E.X. in this one, and could be in the following chapters. I AM nervous about this, so I cut short on the explicit. You get the idea. I also rated this PG-13 instead of PG only, and it could still go up. I have a wonderful story plot waiting on my desk. Thanks for the review(s?), I do hope you like this one.

Chapter two

Insomnia

I sat on the bed, nervous. I had had a beautiful day. The pill had worn off by 4 o'clock this afternoon, but I had another one in my hand. I looked at the clock. 11:56 pm. I had been so nervous thinking of what would come between me and Remy that I haven't been able to say a word that made sense since dinner. At 10 o'clock, Remy had hugged me, said goodnight and, without asking anything, had left for his bedroom. He wouldn't rush me into anything, I knew, but a tear ran down my cheek. He had waited for this day. Had dreamed about it. And now that it was happening… he was leaving it to me. It would have been easier if he had just asked me to come to bed with him. But he hadn't. I put the pill back in the plastic bottle, turned off the light and laid down in the bed. Surely we could wait another night…

Two minutes later, as I felt the effects of the pill turning off my powers, I began to think. What if he was asleep already? No, he wouldn't, I thought. He would be waiting for me. I had a last look at my large, long worn, black T-Shirt and pink flanel pants, and shrugged. It would have to do : fine lingerie wasn't something I had in my drawers. I tiptoed through the dark corridors up to his room. Arriving in front of the door, I almost lost my balance. I put my hands on the doorframe and glued my ear on the door. I could hear a slow, deep breathing coming from inside. Okay, so he WAS asleep. "At least he doesn't snore" I thought, a smile on my lips. I slowly turned the handle and popped my head inside the dark room. The window was slightly open, letting in a hot breeze that stired the blue curtains. The big four posts bed laid in the middle of the bedroom, a few feet from the door. Remy was lying on his right side, facing the window, his back turned to me. He had gotten himself all twisted in the black cotton sheets, and the dark blue quilt was discarded on the floor, along with the cushions and decorative pillows. Almost entirely uncovered by the sheets, he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. I smiled.

I silently walked to the bed and climbed on the high mattress. He stired in his sleep and I froze, not wanting him to wake up. Not wanting to…? I shook my head and laid down beside him, chukling under my breath. I would have to wake him up if I wanted anything manly from the sleeping form in front of me. I smiled and turned onto my right side so that my stomach touched his back. He took a small intake of breath as I put my left hand on his chest. Had I waked him? Yes. He suddently put his left hand on mine and squeezed gently.

"I sure hope it's you, chérie" he said with a smile in his sleepy voice. "Do ye not know how cold your hands're?" I restrained a nervous laugh.

"Ah guess that's because Ah'm nat used to not wearin' any gloves…Ah wasn't sure whether to wake yah up or nat." I stopped breathing. Why did I have to say that? He turned himself so he could face me and plunged his eyes into mine. They seemed all black in the dark, but I could still see a small red glow when the light of a passing car temporarily lighted the room. He reached up and touched my cheek.

"What do you want, then? If you… well… Rogue, Remy don't want you to do anything you don't really… want to" he finally said. He must have been getting as nervous as me for not calling me chérie in two whole sentences. I bit my lip.

"It's nat that Ah don't wanna… Remy, Ah love yah. And Ah… want tha make love with'yah. But… Ah don't know if Ah can… Ah mean… Ah've never…" I ended lamely. These tears again! I must have cried at least three dozen times since the morning.

He raised himself on one elbow and bent his head to gently kiss my lips. He moved his mouth to kiss the tears on my cheeks, and wispered in my ear. "If you trust me, Rogue, I swear I won't hurt'ye". I swallowed hard and nodded.

He moved his mouth to my neck, raising gooseflesh all over my body, before bending his head downwards to more serious work. And when later, when he took me, it hurt enough for me to moan, he stopped moving and held me tight. He waited for me to nod again, and brought me to the verge of consciousness. Again. And again.

It was a very long night.

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I came out the elevator leading to the basement, to Hank's laboratory, with a fresh new batch of violet pills. I had been using them for 3 months now and had no problems with them. They wore off after more or less 8 hours and left me powerfull as always. I had gained confidence now that I had leashed my powers. And I had also gained a lot more.

I had never been so happy. We haven't really moved officially together since I still had my own bedroom, but I joined Remy in his four posts bed every night. I put the small plastic bottle on the night table, next to the other set of pills I had begun to take as well. I smiled. Maybe, one day…

I took of my clothes and slipped into my nightdress. I laid in bed next to Remy's already sleeping form, and relaxed as the drifts of sleep began to take over my mind.

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I frowned, looking around to see my surroundings. This was clearly a dream, I couldn't remember what I was doing here. But it was not one of those dreams you're not sure about, or one of those who don't make any sense when you wake up. No. This one looked real. As I stood on the white moon-like sand underneat a blue-black sky where no stars could be seen, I could still feel the bedsheets around my body and the softness of the mattress. And though I could not see him, I could feel Remy's presence by my side.

Then my blood ran cold, as a low, sinister laugh came from all around me.

To be continued!