Give or take a half hour later, the couple with sticks up both their asses had relaxed. Completely. Everyone, including Rogue and Remy, had formed a circle on the floor, some of the girls draped literally across their significant others. Jubilee just kind of laid across Bobby and Kurt in the same matter.
"We need ta do somethin'. Ah'm b.o.r.e.d." Rogue drawled. She reached over to Scott and checked his watch. "An' it's only eleven."
"Easy for you to say. You don't hafta get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow," Ray griped. "I hate mornings."
"WE KNOW!" The group answered at once. Ray's grumpiness after waking in the early hours was legendary and as much a part of morning routine as the sun rising.
"I'm opting for passing out here and letting the adults think that we had a friendly sleepover," Jean said, slurring a bit.
"Even if ve COULD zink of somezing to do, I doubt any of us could stand at ze moment anyvay."
There was sleepy, if reluctant, agreement from all of them and conversation, such as it was, gradually died down as the teenagers fell asleep one by one.
Several hours later, Logan was awake looking for the students, none of whom were in their rooms. He found them passed out in the foyer, smelling strongly of alcohol. Logan sniffed again and growled. HIS alcohol. Smiling maliciously, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "ALRIGHT, TROOPS, UP, NOW!!!
There was much painful moaning and crying from the majority as the shout pierced through their skulls. Jubilee whimpered pitifully and buried her head further into Bobby's chest. The various other couples shifted slightly with similarly pathetic noises in the hope that their sadistic mentor would just go AWAY. That wasn't going to happen in the near future, however. Separating a Wolverine from his alcohol was an act reserved for only the very brave or the very foolish. It was debatable which category the trashed teenagers on lying on the floor fell into.
Rogue's eyes cracked open. "Hey, Logan," she said quietly, knowing he would hear it. "Can ya come here a second?" He glared in her direction, but did as she asked.
He stood over here. "What?" he spat.
She hooked a finger for him to come closer. "C'mere." She smiled hazily. Remy stirred from underneath her. He saw Logan kneeling down next to him and Rogue and his eyes widened. She turned her head slightly and shushed him.
"What?" Logan repeated, now glaring at her directly in the eyes.
"Jus' wanted ta say g'mornin'," she said with a sweet smile. "An' g'night." She lifted up her other hand, the glove she had pulled off by sticking the one of the loose fingers underneath her bottom. Before Logan could say a word, her hand connected with his face.
He fell next to the two of them, barely missing the still moaning Ray. "I hate mornings," he ranted.
Rogue sat up slightly. "Well, mah headache's gone. Ah say you guys got about five minutes ta get movin'. Three foh him ta wake up, two foh him ta bitch at me foh doin' this." No response from the others. "GO!" That got them moving.
Scott lifted himself up from beside Jean first, pulling himself to his feet unsteadily. He almost fell over again, but Jean took the liberty of making sure she didn't have Scott's ass ruin her face. Her parents wouldn't appreciate that for the Christmas pictures still to be taken. She held him steady with her telekinesis while she stood up herself. She gently nudged the others. "C'mon, you heard her."
Rogue let out a growl, but appreciated Jean's help. The way Rogue saw it, after everyone left, she could then fall asleep again and stay that way till at least noon. She was looking forward to cuddling with Remy without the others interfering for once.
Logan stirred at her feet. Bobby heard this as he trudged by. He accordingly quickened his pace, reaching down to grab Jamie in the process. No need for the kid to see the Wolverine's wrath in full.
Remy nudged Rogue, who had lain back down across his chest, once she was sure the others were going. She didn't move. He nudged he harder. "What?"
"Well, I'd like t' be FAR away when Logan wakes up, chere, if y' don' mind."
"Away from me?" She gave him an innocent look through lowered lashes, leaned forward, and kissed his chest through the shirt. He jumped like he'd been burned. She went completely boneless against him, and nuzzled against his collarbone through the material.
"Um..." he stuttered intelligently, trying to remember all the reasons why he really should get up. His hand grasped her shoulder and he was about to push her away, despite what the rest of his body was screaming at him to do, when she nipped him lightly and all semblance of thought vanished. His hand moved over her back and was soon joined by the other, as he lost himself in the feel of her skin though the thin shirt. She made a noise low in her chest. 'Dieu, is she purring?!?' he thought incredulously.
"Gawd, ya smell good, Rem..." she murmured, inhaling deeply.
"I do?" His first thought, if it could be called a thought, that came to his mind was that he probably reeked of alcohol. Second in line, was that she'd never commented on this sort of thing before.
She looked up at him from her looming position over his stomach. There was a feral glint to her eyes. "Yah, ya do." She dipped down again to kiss him through his shirt. "Haven't ya always wanted to mess around in the main lobby? Where everyone can see ya?" She dipped again, biting him this time. Remy hissed through his teeth. "Ah'll take that as a yes."
Remy gulped and did his best to compose himself. "Chere..." His eyes rolled back into his head briefly and it was a moment before he could breathe again.
"What the hell...?" A growl came from not too far beside them. Remy didn't know whether to thank Logan for interrupting or to bitch slap him into next week... for interrupting.
Rogue wasn't happy at all, but she played it off rather well. She rolled over so her head laid comfortably on Remy's lower abdomen. "Somethin' ya wanted, Logan?"
He stood up, not disorientated at all. "You wanna tell me what the fuck that was about, river rat?"
She gave him a look that was a cross between sweet and fierce. "Ah don't hafta explain shit ta you. Let's just say, though, that Ah wanted ta know foh that split second what it would be like ta be... untamed. An' Ah gotta say, Ah enjoyed it." She averted her eyes to Remy, who was still trying to steady his breath. She stood up herself, sizing up Logan. "Thanks foh the experience." She blew him a kiss and helped Remy up.
The older man growled. "Don't you pull that shit with me, girl. I'm warning you."
Rogue waved her hand back at him saucily. "Ah got everyone movin'. Show credit where it's due, Wolvie." Then she looked to Remy, who was all but hobbling at her side. "You okay, Cajun?"
"Give me a minute," he sighed. "I'll be great." 'Once I get li'l Remy t' calm down...'
"That's mah boy." She smirked.
Logan just stood dumbstruck, staring at the southern couple walking away. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught on his tongue. With a snarl, he relented, "Ah, screw it." He stalked off in pursuit of alcohol to restock his sadly depleted stash. 'I knew I should have moved it when I had the chance,' he thought, scowling. 'Maybe if I bury it this time it'll be safe from Gumbo...'
Rogue, supporting a slightly unsteady, somewhat hungover Remy, giggled on the way up the stairs.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, Ah feel great now cause o' Logan's healin' factor, an' mah GOD, did ya see the look on his face?! Fuckin' priceless!"
Remy sighed and shook his head. "Oui, chere, I saw de look on his face. In most circles it's known as 'homicidal.'"
"Aw, ya worry too much, swamp rat. He's just a big teddy bear," Rogue told him, smiling.
"Right... A scary one wit' razor sharp claws..." She laughed and swatted him playfully. When they got to his room he collapsed on the bed with a groan. Rogue turned to leave. "Y' goin' t' leave me here, all alone, in m' time o' need, Rogue?" he asked with a look guaranteed to melt the heart of any woman who wasn't made of stone.
"Ah ain't leavin' ya, Remy. Ah'll be raht back as soon as Ah get some aspirin for ya and make sure the othahs are packin.'"
Remy watched her leave and his face fell neutral. "Damn, dat usually works..." Convinced that she would keep to her word and come back, he slowly rolled over and curled up to try and fall asleep.
Rogue walked along the halls, stopping in the bathroom to grab a bottle of aspirin and to fill up a cup of water. Then she stopped among random rooms, checking up on the other students. As she peeked in, she handed out two pills per student present, so the plane trip wouldn't be too hard on them.
Poor Jamie looked to be taking it the worst from what she could see. There was several of him, plodding about in his room. It looked like the original Jamie was so out of it, he kept tripping over anything in the way. She walked into the room, picking out the real Jamie easily. He had just picked himself up again and was looking at two new duplicates.
"Jamie, here." Rogue dropped two pills into her gloved hand and handed them over. "You're gonna need these." She smiled pleasantly.
He looked up to her, innocent smile on curling his lips. "Thanks." She handed the cup over as well and he took a sip to swallow them.
She left, shaking her head, knowing perfectly well she'd be feeling just as bad if she hadn't absorbed Wolvie. Not only that but the enhanced senses were fun too. She stopped at a couple more rooms before coming to Bobby's. She grinned evilly and opened the door. Bobby was digging through one of his dresser drawers and tossing clothing on the bed, apparently in too much pain to care about wrinkles.
"Boo!"
"AHHH!!!" He turned to see Rogue leaning against the door frame and smirking. "God, don't DO that. You nearly gave me a heart attack. Haven't I suffered enough?"
"Not really, but since Ah'm so nice..." She dangled the bottle of aspirin between her thumb and forefinger.
He walked over and fell to his knees at her feet, throwing his arms around her waist. "You are an angel of mercy." Rogue popped open the bottle and shook two of the little white pills into her gloved hand. Bobby didn't bother letting go, just tilted his head back and opened his mouth. Rogue dropped them in and he swallowed them dry. The "angel of mercy" then tried to step back. Bobby was less than cooperative.
"Bobby... get offa me. NOW." She stepped back again, more forcefully this time. Unfortunately, Bobby kept a strong hold on her waist, despite that. She was almost tempted to kick him. More like VERY close to kicking him.
"Please..." he muttered into her stomach, holding on for dear life.
"Bobby, Ah'm gonna count ta three, an' if you haven't removed yoah hands from mah body, Ah will lug yoah lifeless body onto the plane mahself."
He looked up to see much venom in her gray-green eyes. So he, in a very smart move, loosened his arms and backed away on his knees. Rogue watched him as she edged out of the room very slowly. Once outside, she pulled the door shut and walked away, trying to wipe the image of Bobby clinging to her free from her mind.
She finished handing out aspirin to the rest of the hungover young mutants before making her way back to Remy's room. Her boyfriend was sprawled across the bed on his back, not moving. She knelt next to him on the bed.
"Ungh."
"Ah brought painkillers."
"I love you." He opened his eyes and gazed at her adoringly. "Y're de best girl any guy could ask f'r."
She grinned at the compliment. "Ah should bring ya drugs more often." He only nodded with a similar smile. "C'mon, sit up." She moved closer so she could help Remy up and he could take the pills. He put them in his mouth while Rogue held a cup up to his lips. She loved being maternal.
After he downed the water, she lowered the cup from his mouth and his lazy grin came back. "Merci, chere."
"Ya're welcome, Remy." Then she noticed a gleam in his eye. She knew that gleam. She tossed the cup behind her and Remy grabbed her. She gave playful shriek and he wrestled her, carefully mind you, down and they ended curled up comfortably together. Rogue spooned against Remy's front. She murmured, "Now this is what Ah was waitin' foh all break."
"I hear dat." He nuzzled against her hair and tightened his arms around her waist. They laid in peaceful silence, until screams started coming in from the hallway.
"Ah have a feelin' Ah DON'T want to know what that's about. Really." There was more screaming, shrieks, and several doors slamming almost simultaneously. Rogue sighed and made to get up. Remy groaned in protest and snuggled closer, sliding a knee intimately between her legs.
Rogue yelped. "Ahh! Gettin' a lil too friendly, aren't ya there, swamp rat?"
"Der's no such t'in' as too friendly wit' you, chere..." he purred. "Besides, y' don' really want t' leave, do y'?" There was just a bit of his charm power behind his words. Remy liked to have his way and he wasn't above using sneaky, underhanded methods to get it. Rogue decided it would be prudent to get up before Remy's hands wandered any further north in an effort to "convince" her to stay... but couldn't quite manage to expend the effort to do so.
TBC...
"We need ta do somethin'. Ah'm b.o.r.e.d." Rogue drawled. She reached over to Scott and checked his watch. "An' it's only eleven."
"Easy for you to say. You don't hafta get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow," Ray griped. "I hate mornings."
"WE KNOW!" The group answered at once. Ray's grumpiness after waking in the early hours was legendary and as much a part of morning routine as the sun rising.
"I'm opting for passing out here and letting the adults think that we had a friendly sleepover," Jean said, slurring a bit.
"Even if ve COULD zink of somezing to do, I doubt any of us could stand at ze moment anyvay."
There was sleepy, if reluctant, agreement from all of them and conversation, such as it was, gradually died down as the teenagers fell asleep one by one.
Several hours later, Logan was awake looking for the students, none of whom were in their rooms. He found them passed out in the foyer, smelling strongly of alcohol. Logan sniffed again and growled. HIS alcohol. Smiling maliciously, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "ALRIGHT, TROOPS, UP, NOW!!!
There was much painful moaning and crying from the majority as the shout pierced through their skulls. Jubilee whimpered pitifully and buried her head further into Bobby's chest. The various other couples shifted slightly with similarly pathetic noises in the hope that their sadistic mentor would just go AWAY. That wasn't going to happen in the near future, however. Separating a Wolverine from his alcohol was an act reserved for only the very brave or the very foolish. It was debatable which category the trashed teenagers on lying on the floor fell into.
Rogue's eyes cracked open. "Hey, Logan," she said quietly, knowing he would hear it. "Can ya come here a second?" He glared in her direction, but did as she asked.
He stood over here. "What?" he spat.
She hooked a finger for him to come closer. "C'mere." She smiled hazily. Remy stirred from underneath her. He saw Logan kneeling down next to him and Rogue and his eyes widened. She turned her head slightly and shushed him.
"What?" Logan repeated, now glaring at her directly in the eyes.
"Jus' wanted ta say g'mornin'," she said with a sweet smile. "An' g'night." She lifted up her other hand, the glove she had pulled off by sticking the one of the loose fingers underneath her bottom. Before Logan could say a word, her hand connected with his face.
He fell next to the two of them, barely missing the still moaning Ray. "I hate mornings," he ranted.
Rogue sat up slightly. "Well, mah headache's gone. Ah say you guys got about five minutes ta get movin'. Three foh him ta wake up, two foh him ta bitch at me foh doin' this." No response from the others. "GO!" That got them moving.
Scott lifted himself up from beside Jean first, pulling himself to his feet unsteadily. He almost fell over again, but Jean took the liberty of making sure she didn't have Scott's ass ruin her face. Her parents wouldn't appreciate that for the Christmas pictures still to be taken. She held him steady with her telekinesis while she stood up herself. She gently nudged the others. "C'mon, you heard her."
Rogue let out a growl, but appreciated Jean's help. The way Rogue saw it, after everyone left, she could then fall asleep again and stay that way till at least noon. She was looking forward to cuddling with Remy without the others interfering for once.
Logan stirred at her feet. Bobby heard this as he trudged by. He accordingly quickened his pace, reaching down to grab Jamie in the process. No need for the kid to see the Wolverine's wrath in full.
Remy nudged Rogue, who had lain back down across his chest, once she was sure the others were going. She didn't move. He nudged he harder. "What?"
"Well, I'd like t' be FAR away when Logan wakes up, chere, if y' don' mind."
"Away from me?" She gave him an innocent look through lowered lashes, leaned forward, and kissed his chest through the shirt. He jumped like he'd been burned. She went completely boneless against him, and nuzzled against his collarbone through the material.
"Um..." he stuttered intelligently, trying to remember all the reasons why he really should get up. His hand grasped her shoulder and he was about to push her away, despite what the rest of his body was screaming at him to do, when she nipped him lightly and all semblance of thought vanished. His hand moved over her back and was soon joined by the other, as he lost himself in the feel of her skin though the thin shirt. She made a noise low in her chest. 'Dieu, is she purring?!?' he thought incredulously.
"Gawd, ya smell good, Rem..." she murmured, inhaling deeply.
"I do?" His first thought, if it could be called a thought, that came to his mind was that he probably reeked of alcohol. Second in line, was that she'd never commented on this sort of thing before.
She looked up at him from her looming position over his stomach. There was a feral glint to her eyes. "Yah, ya do." She dipped down again to kiss him through his shirt. "Haven't ya always wanted to mess around in the main lobby? Where everyone can see ya?" She dipped again, biting him this time. Remy hissed through his teeth. "Ah'll take that as a yes."
Remy gulped and did his best to compose himself. "Chere..." His eyes rolled back into his head briefly and it was a moment before he could breathe again.
"What the hell...?" A growl came from not too far beside them. Remy didn't know whether to thank Logan for interrupting or to bitch slap him into next week... for interrupting.
Rogue wasn't happy at all, but she played it off rather well. She rolled over so her head laid comfortably on Remy's lower abdomen. "Somethin' ya wanted, Logan?"
He stood up, not disorientated at all. "You wanna tell me what the fuck that was about, river rat?"
She gave him a look that was a cross between sweet and fierce. "Ah don't hafta explain shit ta you. Let's just say, though, that Ah wanted ta know foh that split second what it would be like ta be... untamed. An' Ah gotta say, Ah enjoyed it." She averted her eyes to Remy, who was still trying to steady his breath. She stood up herself, sizing up Logan. "Thanks foh the experience." She blew him a kiss and helped Remy up.
The older man growled. "Don't you pull that shit with me, girl. I'm warning you."
Rogue waved her hand back at him saucily. "Ah got everyone movin'. Show credit where it's due, Wolvie." Then she looked to Remy, who was all but hobbling at her side. "You okay, Cajun?"
"Give me a minute," he sighed. "I'll be great." 'Once I get li'l Remy t' calm down...'
"That's mah boy." She smirked.
Logan just stood dumbstruck, staring at the southern couple walking away. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught on his tongue. With a snarl, he relented, "Ah, screw it." He stalked off in pursuit of alcohol to restock his sadly depleted stash. 'I knew I should have moved it when I had the chance,' he thought, scowling. 'Maybe if I bury it this time it'll be safe from Gumbo...'
Rogue, supporting a slightly unsteady, somewhat hungover Remy, giggled on the way up the stairs.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, Ah feel great now cause o' Logan's healin' factor, an' mah GOD, did ya see the look on his face?! Fuckin' priceless!"
Remy sighed and shook his head. "Oui, chere, I saw de look on his face. In most circles it's known as 'homicidal.'"
"Aw, ya worry too much, swamp rat. He's just a big teddy bear," Rogue told him, smiling.
"Right... A scary one wit' razor sharp claws..." She laughed and swatted him playfully. When they got to his room he collapsed on the bed with a groan. Rogue turned to leave. "Y' goin' t' leave me here, all alone, in m' time o' need, Rogue?" he asked with a look guaranteed to melt the heart of any woman who wasn't made of stone.
"Ah ain't leavin' ya, Remy. Ah'll be raht back as soon as Ah get some aspirin for ya and make sure the othahs are packin.'"
Remy watched her leave and his face fell neutral. "Damn, dat usually works..." Convinced that she would keep to her word and come back, he slowly rolled over and curled up to try and fall asleep.
Rogue walked along the halls, stopping in the bathroom to grab a bottle of aspirin and to fill up a cup of water. Then she stopped among random rooms, checking up on the other students. As she peeked in, she handed out two pills per student present, so the plane trip wouldn't be too hard on them.
Poor Jamie looked to be taking it the worst from what she could see. There was several of him, plodding about in his room. It looked like the original Jamie was so out of it, he kept tripping over anything in the way. She walked into the room, picking out the real Jamie easily. He had just picked himself up again and was looking at two new duplicates.
"Jamie, here." Rogue dropped two pills into her gloved hand and handed them over. "You're gonna need these." She smiled pleasantly.
He looked up to her, innocent smile on curling his lips. "Thanks." She handed the cup over as well and he took a sip to swallow them.
She left, shaking her head, knowing perfectly well she'd be feeling just as bad if she hadn't absorbed Wolvie. Not only that but the enhanced senses were fun too. She stopped at a couple more rooms before coming to Bobby's. She grinned evilly and opened the door. Bobby was digging through one of his dresser drawers and tossing clothing on the bed, apparently in too much pain to care about wrinkles.
"Boo!"
"AHHH!!!" He turned to see Rogue leaning against the door frame and smirking. "God, don't DO that. You nearly gave me a heart attack. Haven't I suffered enough?"
"Not really, but since Ah'm so nice..." She dangled the bottle of aspirin between her thumb and forefinger.
He walked over and fell to his knees at her feet, throwing his arms around her waist. "You are an angel of mercy." Rogue popped open the bottle and shook two of the little white pills into her gloved hand. Bobby didn't bother letting go, just tilted his head back and opened his mouth. Rogue dropped them in and he swallowed them dry. The "angel of mercy" then tried to step back. Bobby was less than cooperative.
"Bobby... get offa me. NOW." She stepped back again, more forcefully this time. Unfortunately, Bobby kept a strong hold on her waist, despite that. She was almost tempted to kick him. More like VERY close to kicking him.
"Please..." he muttered into her stomach, holding on for dear life.
"Bobby, Ah'm gonna count ta three, an' if you haven't removed yoah hands from mah body, Ah will lug yoah lifeless body onto the plane mahself."
He looked up to see much venom in her gray-green eyes. So he, in a very smart move, loosened his arms and backed away on his knees. Rogue watched him as she edged out of the room very slowly. Once outside, she pulled the door shut and walked away, trying to wipe the image of Bobby clinging to her free from her mind.
She finished handing out aspirin to the rest of the hungover young mutants before making her way back to Remy's room. Her boyfriend was sprawled across the bed on his back, not moving. She knelt next to him on the bed.
"Ungh."
"Ah brought painkillers."
"I love you." He opened his eyes and gazed at her adoringly. "Y're de best girl any guy could ask f'r."
She grinned at the compliment. "Ah should bring ya drugs more often." He only nodded with a similar smile. "C'mon, sit up." She moved closer so she could help Remy up and he could take the pills. He put them in his mouth while Rogue held a cup up to his lips. She loved being maternal.
After he downed the water, she lowered the cup from his mouth and his lazy grin came back. "Merci, chere."
"Ya're welcome, Remy." Then she noticed a gleam in his eye. She knew that gleam. She tossed the cup behind her and Remy grabbed her. She gave playful shriek and he wrestled her, carefully mind you, down and they ended curled up comfortably together. Rogue spooned against Remy's front. She murmured, "Now this is what Ah was waitin' foh all break."
"I hear dat." He nuzzled against her hair and tightened his arms around her waist. They laid in peaceful silence, until screams started coming in from the hallway.
"Ah have a feelin' Ah DON'T want to know what that's about. Really." There was more screaming, shrieks, and several doors slamming almost simultaneously. Rogue sighed and made to get up. Remy groaned in protest and snuggled closer, sliding a knee intimately between her legs.
Rogue yelped. "Ahh! Gettin' a lil too friendly, aren't ya there, swamp rat?"
"Der's no such t'in' as too friendly wit' you, chere..." he purred. "Besides, y' don' really want t' leave, do y'?" There was just a bit of his charm power behind his words. Remy liked to have his way and he wasn't above using sneaky, underhanded methods to get it. Rogue decided it would be prudent to get up before Remy's hands wandered any further north in an effort to "convince" her to stay... but couldn't quite manage to expend the effort to do so.
TBC...
