Chapter 3: Seducing Remy
Rogue heard an audible gasp escape her throat, and her heart began to thud in her chest louder than any drumbeat she'd ever heard Charlie Benante of the band Anthrax ever play. She felt herself freeze in total shock.
Soon Remy LeBeau would be in his room catching her in the act of invading his privacy, she knew she had to act fast.
She spotted the flashlight she'd been using laying on the floor, still on. She quickly grabbed it, switched it off and lifted up his mattress off of the bed frame and shoved it under the mattress, it would be well hidden. She wondered if she herself would be able to squeeze under the bed, but she knew she had very little time for that. She wouldn't have gotten all the way under the bed before he would have reached the room.
Rogue knew she had very little choice to do what she had to do next. She gave in, she threw herself quickly on his bed, and took a flattering alluring pose, resting against the pillows.
The door finally swung open, and Remy LeBeau staggered in drunkenly, almost tripping over his own foot in the process, he squinted in the darkness, he could see her, she knew he could, he reached out, fumbling for the light switch on the wall.
Rogue realised she better speak soon or she'd seem too suspicious. "Leave the light off…" she feigned a silky tone, trying to sound as desirable as possible.
"Chere? What y'doin' in my room?" Remy asked, his voice was no more than a slur, he shoved the door closed unsteadily, and then leaned against the wall, obviously to hold himself up, Rogue could smell the liquor from where she lay.
"I…" Rogue looked for a good lie, remembering their little verbal sparring about the cologne, she quickly found something to say, "I…was thinkin' about what we were sayin' about your 'for men' cologne, and…" Rogue swallowed, she tried to keep her tone as beguiling as possible, she wasn't used to talking in such a way, "I thought maybe you'd like to maybe give me a reminder of why you're….'all man'…" she sat up, keeping her eyes on him all the while.
Remy smirked a little, "'zat so?" he asked, he stepped over a little, swaying unsteadily from intoxication.
"Uh huh…" she lied, she knelt up a little, looking up at him.
He seemed very pleased with himself, "I knew you'd warm up to me sooner or later…" he dropped onto the bed next to her in a slumped sitting position, and he opened the top drawer of the dresser that was next to the bed, and he pulled the candle out, setting it on the top of the dresser, he shut the drawer, and then went into the pocket of the long leather trenchcoat he was wearing, and he pulled a lighter out and lit the candle.
"Come prepared, huh?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Always," he smirked, and looked at her, "why the sudden thaw?" he asked of her, he leaned a little closer, looking at her, and reached out to gently move the hair out of her face – careful not to touch her skin.
Rogue tried to think of an excuse, "arguing with you – like you said – is a great way to vent out frustration…" she reached out for him and began to push his coat from off of his broad shoulders, she tried to ignore the strong smell of liquor coming from him which was making her feel slightly sick.
"So…y'wanna get me…naked, huh?" he sounded quite hopeful.
Rogue tried to be brave about the answer, she wanted to scream no and to tell him he was a pervert and to stay away from her, but she'd been the one in his room and needed to act as if she'd had a reason. She wasn't sure what she'd do if she had him naked, it wasn't as if this was anything she'd planned. "Of course…" she ran her gloved hand across his shoulder and down his chest in a smooth motion, keeping her eyes on his.
The candle flickered, highlighting one side of his face and giving his eyes a mysterious twinkle, she could see by the expression on his face he was drunk as hell, she wasn't exactly sure how intoxicated he was though. Could it be possible for a Professional Thief – and liar – to be fooled into believing something while under intoxicated. She sure hoped so.
In his eyes she could see exactly how aroused he was becoming by her attempts to fool him into believing she wanted to seduce him, she suddenly understood why he'd been with so many girls – he was obviously easy to convince. Even an amateur such as Rogue, who'd never seduced anyone in her life and at sixteen, shouldn't have even needed to seduce anyone – didn't have to try too hard to get him under her spell.
"Lie down…" she instructed softly, after having removed the trenchcoat from him completely.
"Oooh, we're getting somewhere now," He grinned.
"Shut up and lie down," She pushed him down into a lying position.
"I love it when you get all bossy," Remy beamed from ear to ear.
With him lying down, one of his legs dangling off of the bed in an odd angle, she climbed over him and straddled his hips awkwardly, feeling very strange and dirty as she did so. She found herself pondering perhaps just how many times he had fantasised about this moment, and even how many times he'd already been in this situation with several other girls.
"Gotta admit, Chere, this is soooooo not like you…" Remy slurred.
"I couldn't resist you anymore," Rogue murmured, "so hard not to want to touch you…even when I know I can't…" she chewed her lips, faking a very sexy and carnal look on her face.
He placed his hands on her hips, "the things I could do to you chere…skin contact or no skin contact…" he breathed heavily.
"I didn't say you could touch me," She took a hold of his wrists and pinned them to the pillow at each side of his head, she looked at him, leaning down, "say you're sorry."
"I'm sorry," he said with a very amused laugh.
"Close your eyes…" Rogue ordered, feeling it best that at least if he had his eyes closed, he wouldn't see the looks of panic on her face if she had to go further than she was now.
Remy did as he was told, Rogue stared down at him, she had him pinned and straddled, he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry, she pondered how she was going to deal with this situation now, she couldn't just get up and walk away, it'd be far too suspicious.
She let go of his wrists, and moved her hands to his waist, un-tucked his black button down shirt from out of his leather pants, and she undone the first button slowly, and pulled the shirt open just a little, exposing his naval and a small line that trailed far beneath his pants. She tried to not think of where that line of hair led, and she ran her gloved fingers lightly across his belly, she saw his stomach contract under her touch, and he let out a soft laugh.
"Tickles…"
"Ssh," she hushed in a very soft tender voice, placing a finger upon his dry lips.
He kissed her gloved finger lightly, keeping his eyes closed, Rogue then continued – she undone the next button, opening the shirt a little more.
She hated to admit – even to herself - that she was impressed with the great shape Remy's body was in, despite his drinking, his alcoholism and the immense amounts of junkfood she'd see him eat on a daily basis, there was not an ounce of real fat on him, he was toned, and chiselled. Even with gloves on as she ran her fingers across his smooth flawless flesh, she could feel the bumps of his washboard abdomen.
She took her time, pretending to be slowly seducing him when really she was wincing at the thought that she might need to go further than she wanted to just to fool him in to thinking the reason she'd been in his room was to wait for him. She unbuttoned the shirt further, and further, until finally it was opened all the way, and she pushed it past his shoulders a little, glancing down at his smooth body – lit only by candlelight.
She could see the scar of a stab wound he'd received months ago – it still had not fully healed, and was purplish-red still upon his skin, she could see the tiny little marks of where he'd been stitched by Hank McCoy. She ran her fingers lightly over his scar, wondering even after all this time, if the scar still tingled or hurt at the touch as it used to.
Rogue was reminded of how he'd received the scar, and reminded of everything she didn't want to think about all over again, the memories that made her want to hate him, despite how much she really wanted to be able to love him freely without any inhibitions.
"How you feelin', now, Remy?" she murmured, noticing he hadn't said anything in the last five minutes.
There was no reply.
"Remy?" she murmured softly, she ran her gloved fingers through his hair, which was now slightly mussed. His eyes were still closed, his mouth was hanging open, and his breathing was rhythmic, she could see his chest rise and fall in time. He looked peaceful, and somewhat childlike. She realised he'd passed out.
"Thank god," she whispered, she pulled his shirt back down very carefully, and climbed off of him carefully, trying not to shake the bed too much that it might awaken him.
Rogue stood by his bed for a few moments watching him sleeping on his back.
She realised she'd had a lucky escape. She only hoped he was way too drunk now to remember any of this in the morning, she was about to leave the room, when something made her stop, she turned and looked back at him, realising she couldn't just leave him lying on his back, she went back over and turned him over onto his stomach, his head hanging slightly off of the pillow.
"If you die during the night choking from vomit, its not gonna be my fault," she muttered wearily, she kicked his leg – still hanging off the bed – lightly, and left the room quietly to leave him to his drunken sleep.
