A/N: Sorry about the wait between chapters. Thanks to Shadowcat109,
AdrianLily and LadyMegsie for beta reading, encouraging and generally
busting my ass to make me finish this thing up.
Deamon Lover The Dream: Part Two By Bitha Blu
Rogue didn't notice anything but the sidewalk as Remy led her away from the hotel. Her feet shuffled along, following the path that Remy set for them. She was so lost in her dark thoughts that she barely even noticed when Remy turned her through a doorway and up some stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs Rogue finally lifted her head up. A colorfully decorated room greeted her eyes but all she saw was gray.
"Cherie, is der anyt'ing Remy cou' get for you? Somet'ing to eat? Drink?" Remy looked at the blankness on Rogue's face and sighed. He reached out and stroked her hair. "A shoulda for you to cry on per'aps?" Rogue turned her head and looked up at Remy's consoling face with tears in her eyes. Her lips warped up into a sad little smile and Remy's heart dropped. His arms surrounded her and pulled her close against his chest. Remy felt Rogue tense up and frowned. He leaned back a little bit and stared into her grayish-green eyes, "Now cherie, don' ya go worrin' 'bout zapping Remy wit yo' powers. Dere be plenty of clothes between da two of us to keep anyt'ing from hap'nen." Remy grinned mischieviously and winked. "In fact, Remy t'ink dat dere be too much clothes between da two of us but he gonna let dat one go So ya jus' hug Remy as much as ya need to and don' go worr'ing 'bout not'ing." He reached up with one gloved hand and cupped her face. "Remy gonn' take care of ya, ma cherie. Vous n'alles pas devoir ne vous inquieter de rien pas plus.-"
Rogue wrapped her arms around Remy and hugged him tightly. When she leaned back, Remy saw a huge grin appear and his face lit up with happiness as she started to giggle. "What'cho laughing at, cherie? Did Remy tickle ya da right way?"
Rogue blushed. "Na, sugah. I'm jus' still having a hard time believing that yer real." She bit her lip and Remy grinned down at the girl in his arms. His mouth ached to press itself against hers and his head slowly lowered until his lips were almost touching. Rogue blinked as she realized how close they were but couldn't bring herself to pull away. She stared into his hypnotic eyes and used every ounce of willpower in her body not to reach out and lick the lips she had spent so much time drawing.
But reason won out over desire and Rogue unhappily pushed herself away from the temptation. Wrapping her arms around herself, Rogue looked around the room as she sunk down onto a plush purple couch. She looked up at Remy as hopeless desolation crossed her face and asked, "Now what?"
Remy plopped down on the couch next to her and shrugged. "Well, cherie," He said with a grin, "We can do wha'ever we want. If ma cherie is hungry den Remy is gonna take ya ta da best restaurants in Naw'lins. If ma cherie wants ta have some fun den Remy is gonna take ya ta da most in'taresting places." Remy leaned over, put his head on Rogue's shoulder and looked up at her with eyes that could make a puppy envious, "Or if ma cherie want da moon den Remy will steal it from da stars jus' ta make ya smile."
There was no way that Rogue couldn't cheer up after a line like that. Pushing away any thoughts of the past few hours, Rogue pondered over what she wanted to do with her day away from the others- or more importantly, her day with Remy. After thinking about it for a second or two she glanced down and asked, "How about'ta personal tour of the town, sugah?"
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Eight hours later, Rogue and Remy stumbled back into the apartment, laughing like maniacs and carrying the souvenirs of the day. They each had half of a strip of pictures of themselves from one of those little photo booths. A tiny umbrella from the drink they'd shared while walking around was tucked behind her ear into a green silk scarf that Remy had acquired because as he'd put it, 'the scarf 'had jus' been beggin' ta wrap it'self aroun' cherie's beautiful hai'.' A tiny protection-from-the-law charm that Rogue had purchased from a voodoo shop hung from Remy's neck and although Remy had been disappointed that there hadn't been a protection- from-stupid-people charm for Rogue he'd actually bought a hematite and rose quartz bracelet for her.
"Well, ma cherie, how was dat for a tour of da town?" Remy smirked down at Rogue's grinning face and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close.
Rogue tilted her head and bit her lip in a mock expression of contemplation. "Hmmmm... Ah dunno Remy. Ah had a great time but Ah don't think that we saw the enti'uh town." Rogue paused for a second, yawning. She looked sheepish and blushed, "Ah guess Ah saw enough though. Ah'm so tired Ah could drop."
Remy wrapped his other arm around her and pulled Rogue even closer. "Well ma cherie, Remy has a nice big bed dat ya could drop down on ta."
Blushing, Rogue's eyes hit the floor. "Remy, Ah... uh," she stuttered, "Ah don't think... uh..."
"But seein' as Remy is a gentleman," he continued, "Remy'll be sleepin' on da couch wishin', for da first time in his life, dat he was a mattress." Rogue looked back up to see Remy's ever present smirk twitching at the corners as he tried not to laugh.
"That has got ta be the corniest line Ah have eva heard," Rogue said as she burst into giggles. Remy laughed with her and, for the first time in a long time, Rogue felt content. Wrapped up in the arms of gorgeous and blissfully bizarre Cajun how could she feel any other way?
***
A short time later Rogue lay under a maroon canopy in Remy's antique bed wearing only a long t-shirt borrowed from the matching wooden bureau that stood between the doors that led to the living room and the bathroom. She thumbed the left sleeve of the soft material as she stared out the glass balcony doors. Jumbled thoughts stumbled around in her head. 'What am Ah goin' ta do in the mornin'?' 'Do Ah really want ta go back to the mansion?' Would Remy actually let me stay with him?' 'Do Ah want ta stay here?' 'How the hell does he afford this place?' 'Ah wonder what he looks like naked...' A tiny smile crept onto Rogue's lips after that last one. Choosing to stick with that thought Rogue leaned back and fell asleep grinning as visions of Remy, sans appearel, danced through her head.
*****
A/N: The lemon scene that is supposed to go here has be completely edited out due to FF.net's anti-NC17 stance. Sufficed to say Rogue and Remy share another dream. The lemon scene will be found at AdultFanFiction.net as soon as I get done with the stupid thing. My writer's block for the scene is the reason for the delayed posting. You'd think that I could get it right after a year but nooooo... But back to the story.
*****
Sunlight streamed through balcony doors, waking a very cheerful Rogue and filling the room with a brightness that Rogue had forgotten existed. She stretched her arms up and arched her back and thought 'Oh yeah. Ah could get used to this.'
Grinning, Rogue rolled out of the bed and threw on her clothes. Out of habit she made sure the majority of her skin was covered though her mind was busy replaying the events of last night. Feeling as if she were floating on cloud 9 1/2- 'inches long and hard' the guttural recesses of her mind added- Rogue almost skipped to the door that led to the living room. Opening the door she saw the object of her affection sprawled out on his couch, still sleeping and sexy as hell. The blanket that he had fallen asleep under had found it's way to the floor sometime throughout the night and Rogue had an unobstructed view of a semi-clothed and snoring Remy. One of his legs was propped up on the back of the couch while the other has followed the blanket to the floor. The black boxers he was wearing were stretched precariously to the breaking point and Rogue took a moment to enjoy the view that left little to the imagination. Her eyes drifted up to his face eventually and her smiled widened as she looked at the content smirk on Remy's slumbering face. Knowing full well why Remy looked so content Rogue let her mind wander back to the dream that they had shared only a little bit ago. The kissing, the touches, the passion that they had shared... It was no wonder that he looked so happy. Quietly she tiptoed over to the couch and leaned down to give Remy a good morning kiss. Her hand wandered into his unruly hair and just when her lips were about to meet his she felt a jolt as her hand made contact with his scalp.
The realization of what she had been about to do crashed into her mind and horror flooded through her. Wide eyed, Rogue backed away from the still sleeping mutant. "No," she whispered, "Oh gods, no." Quickly she grabbed her things and ran out of the apartment.
Deamon Lover The Dream: Part Two By Bitha Blu
Rogue didn't notice anything but the sidewalk as Remy led her away from the hotel. Her feet shuffled along, following the path that Remy set for them. She was so lost in her dark thoughts that she barely even noticed when Remy turned her through a doorway and up some stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs Rogue finally lifted her head up. A colorfully decorated room greeted her eyes but all she saw was gray.
"Cherie, is der anyt'ing Remy cou' get for you? Somet'ing to eat? Drink?" Remy looked at the blankness on Rogue's face and sighed. He reached out and stroked her hair. "A shoulda for you to cry on per'aps?" Rogue turned her head and looked up at Remy's consoling face with tears in her eyes. Her lips warped up into a sad little smile and Remy's heart dropped. His arms surrounded her and pulled her close against his chest. Remy felt Rogue tense up and frowned. He leaned back a little bit and stared into her grayish-green eyes, "Now cherie, don' ya go worrin' 'bout zapping Remy wit yo' powers. Dere be plenty of clothes between da two of us to keep anyt'ing from hap'nen." Remy grinned mischieviously and winked. "In fact, Remy t'ink dat dere be too much clothes between da two of us but he gonna let dat one go So ya jus' hug Remy as much as ya need to and don' go worr'ing 'bout not'ing." He reached up with one gloved hand and cupped her face. "Remy gonn' take care of ya, ma cherie. Vous n'alles pas devoir ne vous inquieter de rien pas plus.-"
Rogue wrapped her arms around Remy and hugged him tightly. When she leaned back, Remy saw a huge grin appear and his face lit up with happiness as she started to giggle. "What'cho laughing at, cherie? Did Remy tickle ya da right way?"
Rogue blushed. "Na, sugah. I'm jus' still having a hard time believing that yer real." She bit her lip and Remy grinned down at the girl in his arms. His mouth ached to press itself against hers and his head slowly lowered until his lips were almost touching. Rogue blinked as she realized how close they were but couldn't bring herself to pull away. She stared into his hypnotic eyes and used every ounce of willpower in her body not to reach out and lick the lips she had spent so much time drawing.
But reason won out over desire and Rogue unhappily pushed herself away from the temptation. Wrapping her arms around herself, Rogue looked around the room as she sunk down onto a plush purple couch. She looked up at Remy as hopeless desolation crossed her face and asked, "Now what?"
Remy plopped down on the couch next to her and shrugged. "Well, cherie," He said with a grin, "We can do wha'ever we want. If ma cherie is hungry den Remy is gonna take ya ta da best restaurants in Naw'lins. If ma cherie wants ta have some fun den Remy is gonna take ya ta da most in'taresting places." Remy leaned over, put his head on Rogue's shoulder and looked up at her with eyes that could make a puppy envious, "Or if ma cherie want da moon den Remy will steal it from da stars jus' ta make ya smile."
There was no way that Rogue couldn't cheer up after a line like that. Pushing away any thoughts of the past few hours, Rogue pondered over what she wanted to do with her day away from the others- or more importantly, her day with Remy. After thinking about it for a second or two she glanced down and asked, "How about'ta personal tour of the town, sugah?"
*************
Eight hours later, Rogue and Remy stumbled back into the apartment, laughing like maniacs and carrying the souvenirs of the day. They each had half of a strip of pictures of themselves from one of those little photo booths. A tiny umbrella from the drink they'd shared while walking around was tucked behind her ear into a green silk scarf that Remy had acquired because as he'd put it, 'the scarf 'had jus' been beggin' ta wrap it'self aroun' cherie's beautiful hai'.' A tiny protection-from-the-law charm that Rogue had purchased from a voodoo shop hung from Remy's neck and although Remy had been disappointed that there hadn't been a protection- from-stupid-people charm for Rogue he'd actually bought a hematite and rose quartz bracelet for her.
"Well, ma cherie, how was dat for a tour of da town?" Remy smirked down at Rogue's grinning face and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close.
Rogue tilted her head and bit her lip in a mock expression of contemplation. "Hmmmm... Ah dunno Remy. Ah had a great time but Ah don't think that we saw the enti'uh town." Rogue paused for a second, yawning. She looked sheepish and blushed, "Ah guess Ah saw enough though. Ah'm so tired Ah could drop."
Remy wrapped his other arm around her and pulled Rogue even closer. "Well ma cherie, Remy has a nice big bed dat ya could drop down on ta."
Blushing, Rogue's eyes hit the floor. "Remy, Ah... uh," she stuttered, "Ah don't think... uh..."
"But seein' as Remy is a gentleman," he continued, "Remy'll be sleepin' on da couch wishin', for da first time in his life, dat he was a mattress." Rogue looked back up to see Remy's ever present smirk twitching at the corners as he tried not to laugh.
"That has got ta be the corniest line Ah have eva heard," Rogue said as she burst into giggles. Remy laughed with her and, for the first time in a long time, Rogue felt content. Wrapped up in the arms of gorgeous and blissfully bizarre Cajun how could she feel any other way?
***
A short time later Rogue lay under a maroon canopy in Remy's antique bed wearing only a long t-shirt borrowed from the matching wooden bureau that stood between the doors that led to the living room and the bathroom. She thumbed the left sleeve of the soft material as she stared out the glass balcony doors. Jumbled thoughts stumbled around in her head. 'What am Ah goin' ta do in the mornin'?' 'Do Ah really want ta go back to the mansion?' Would Remy actually let me stay with him?' 'Do Ah want ta stay here?' 'How the hell does he afford this place?' 'Ah wonder what he looks like naked...' A tiny smile crept onto Rogue's lips after that last one. Choosing to stick with that thought Rogue leaned back and fell asleep grinning as visions of Remy, sans appearel, danced through her head.
*****
A/N: The lemon scene that is supposed to go here has be completely edited out due to FF.net's anti-NC17 stance. Sufficed to say Rogue and Remy share another dream. The lemon scene will be found at AdultFanFiction.net as soon as I get done with the stupid thing. My writer's block for the scene is the reason for the delayed posting. You'd think that I could get it right after a year but nooooo... But back to the story.
*****
Sunlight streamed through balcony doors, waking a very cheerful Rogue and filling the room with a brightness that Rogue had forgotten existed. She stretched her arms up and arched her back and thought 'Oh yeah. Ah could get used to this.'
Grinning, Rogue rolled out of the bed and threw on her clothes. Out of habit she made sure the majority of her skin was covered though her mind was busy replaying the events of last night. Feeling as if she were floating on cloud 9 1/2- 'inches long and hard' the guttural recesses of her mind added- Rogue almost skipped to the door that led to the living room. Opening the door she saw the object of her affection sprawled out on his couch, still sleeping and sexy as hell. The blanket that he had fallen asleep under had found it's way to the floor sometime throughout the night and Rogue had an unobstructed view of a semi-clothed and snoring Remy. One of his legs was propped up on the back of the couch while the other has followed the blanket to the floor. The black boxers he was wearing were stretched precariously to the breaking point and Rogue took a moment to enjoy the view that left little to the imagination. Her eyes drifted up to his face eventually and her smiled widened as she looked at the content smirk on Remy's slumbering face. Knowing full well why Remy looked so content Rogue let her mind wander back to the dream that they had shared only a little bit ago. The kissing, the touches, the passion that they had shared... It was no wonder that he looked so happy. Quietly she tiptoed over to the couch and leaned down to give Remy a good morning kiss. Her hand wandered into his unruly hair and just when her lips were about to meet his she felt a jolt as her hand made contact with his scalp.
The realization of what she had been about to do crashed into her mind and horror flooded through her. Wide eyed, Rogue backed away from the still sleeping mutant. "No," she whispered, "Oh gods, no." Quickly she grabbed her things and ran out of the apartment.
