----Disclaimer: I no own Evo, I only own Damia AKA Venus. Notes:
^^Thoughts^^, Telepathic speaking, (Aussie/Greek/French Translation). ----
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Chapter Five: Can You Feel The Love?
Rogue got out of bed to find her room mate missing. A small smile crept across Rogue's pink lips. ^^Ah wonder what she's up ta? ^^ But, Rogue knew the answer. Damia was either with John or with John. And being that both of the girls' boyfriends shared a hotel room, it was pretty easy to find her. But, that was not on Rogue's mind. She wanted to spend some alone time with Remy. Sometimes she envied her friends, their ability to touch skin to skin. It used to be a distant dream that Rogue knew would never come true, but lately with the help of the professor, and absorbing the Scarlet Witch, she was now seeing that dream come true slowly. She was able to touch a person now, but only for a minute or two. But to her that was a moment in heaven, being kept so long without that small detail, and now being able to touch a person even for such a short period caused her to be on cloud nine. She got out of bed and took a shower, and got dressed. When she was ready she headed for the guys' room. She knocked lightly on the door, no reply. She knocked harder and the door opened. It was Remy, his hair was a mess, and she could tell he was tired.
"Mornin sugah." Rogue smiled, he looked so cute there without the time he normally had to get his mind ready into ladies man mode.
"Bonjour chere." He managed to say, slowly coming to the idea that it was morning.
"Damia in there?" Rogue asked him.
He nodded "Oui,but dey be asleep dough."
"Then maybe we should go somewhere else." She smiled.
Remy was beginning to understand what was going on; apparently Rogue was in the mood for some romance. "Is de chere okay?" a small smile played on his lips. He decided to play around with her.
Rogue rolled her eyes, ^^Ah no he ain't that dense. ^^ "Ah'm fine." She huffed and walked away. She wasn't in the mood for games.
Remy seeing that it wasn't the time for him to play around, caught Rogue's arm before she had gotten to far away. "Seulement parce que Remy ne joue pas le moyens qu'il n'est pas dans l'humeur pour l'idylle." (Just because Remy is playing doesn't mean he isn't in the mood for romance.) He pulled her closer to him.
She smiled, she loved it when he spoke French it was very romantic. "A tardif je suis déjà de mon humeur." (To late I am already out of my mood.)" She replied pretending that she didn't care. She was fluent in French after living around many Cajun families, in Mississippi, and taking it at school.
Her ability to speak French was also one of the many reasons he had fallen for her. But he still held on to her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. "Mais Remy est désolé qu'il vous a apporté de l'humeur. Comment peut- il changer d'avis?" (But Remy is sorry that he brought you out of the mood. How can he change your mind?) He saw her smirk, and he knew that he had drawn her in. The space between them closed as their lips met, Rogue concentrated on Wanda's powers. She felt the warmth of his kiss, and his tongue caress hers. He couldn't make himself pull away, he was locked to her. He wanted her, but she pulled back making sure that he would be safe. She smiled a little, and escaped his grasp. She didn't want to get hurt, and she didn't want to hurt him. The emotion was to strong, and it could end up badly, so she walked away leaving Remy still enchanted by her kiss.
When she closed the door to her room, she heard a knock. A confused look crossed her face, she prayed it wasn't Remy. She opened the door and saw him, he looked hilarious. He had his white tee-shirt covering his head. She couldn't help but laugh. "Remy what are ya-"
He cut her off, he grabbed her and said "Jamais pendre de Remy de conge, chere." (Never leave Remy hanging my dear.). And before she could protest she felt the fabric touch her lips and moisten when he began to kiss her vigorously. Still locked in the kiss he slammed the door shut, and another romantic moment began.
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The professor was in his room, but not alone. He lay on his bed, with a sheet over him. He sat up and stared at the woman to his side. He brushed a strand of sandy hair from her face. At the touch the woman awoke, she turned and saw the man greeting him with a smile.
"Good morning Charles." She said.
"How did you sleep?" He asked her.
"Fine, but I couldn't help worrying about Damia." Marina said and she pulled the sheet around her, covering her nude form. She walked to the balcony the wind blowing her hair.
"She can take care of herself, you are aware of that?"
"Yes, she can. She has proved that several times."
"But?"
"The boy, I don't trust him." She said her brow crossed, and a frown wiped over her features.
"John, he is not to be taken lightly. I will say that, but along the lines of him and Damia. I do not doubt that he has strong feelings for the girl." He reassured her.
She walked back over to the bed and bent down giving the man a kiss. "Have you been reading his mind?" she asked, her voice was completely serious.
"Occasionally, but I also get a feeling from him when he is around her."
"All I am worried about is that it could have been her powers. You know that sometimes they can go wrong."
"I highly doubt that that is what happened." He put his hands on her hips.
"But will you read his mind, for me. To see if it is safe for her, to see if she is in any way going to get hurt." Her eyes pleaded to him.
Professor Charles Xavier had a strict code about his telepathic ability; to use it only when necessary. Normally to any other person the answer would be 'no', but this was not any other person. "Yes."
"Thank you my love." She kissed his forehead, and moved closer to him, her body closed over top of him, and they became one in their passion.
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It was ten a.m., Alex had slept in longer than he had expected. He wiped the sand that had formed in his eyes, and got ready for the day. As he told his shower, he thought about Damia, and the way she fought, danced, surfed, everything he knew about her so far. He knew there was absolutely no chance of him ever being with her, and oddly he didn't feel as bad as he had expected. He was happy that she was happy. It surprised him at his maturity in the situation. ^^Oh God please don't tell me I'm turning into Scott!^^ A small smiled crossed his face as the thought crossed his mind. He laughed a little at the thought. When he was finished he headed for Damia's room, she and Rogue usually needed a wake up call. He reached the girls' room, and knocked on the door. He heard some movement, and the door opened and Rogue appeared. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes wrinkled. ^^What? ^^ He didn't wwant to know so he just smiled as he saw Remy out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned to see the person behind him. It was Damia, and John. She looked a bit surprised herself at his reaction.
He shook off the surprise and gave a small smile. "I came by to wake you guys up."
"That was very thoughtful of you." Damia smiled, her face seemed to beam with light.
"Ahh." Alex stuttered. "Would you like. T-to practice." He saw a confused look on her face, he clarified. "For the competition tomorrow, remember?"
"Oh right." Damia said remembering. Then she had a sorry look on her face. "I can't I'm going shopping. It is girls' day out." She told him.
"Oh." Alex nodded in understanding. "I doubt you need practice anyway."
She blushed a little at the complement. "Thanks but I have heard that Tina is going to be competing against me, so I think I need some luck." She didn't really believe her words. She knew she was good, the best. She had no doubt in her mind that this competition would be a piece of cake.
Rogue stepped out of the room, with Remy by her side. Damia looked her friend up and down, and then smiled knowingly. Of course she wasn't going to say a thing, it wasn't her business, or at least not until the girls' were alone able to chat in private. "Ready to go?" Damia asked.
Rogue had now straightened out her appearance. The southern bell smiled, and gave a short nod. "Yes ma'am." And with that the two disappeared from the hallway, leaving the boys in the hallway to their thoughts.
-----I noticed some reviews wanted some Romy, and I must admit I was itching for some Cajun and Southern romance. ^_~ I would like to thank the following reviews:
Carla- thanks for reading, and I'm glad that it is interesting for you. Hope you enjoied the Romyness in this chapter.
Ning Ning- Okay where to begin! You're a sweetie! Thanks so much for reviewing. I'm glad you like it so far, that's a big complement! Also thank you for the Pyro correction, I will change it ASAP. Someone else has mentioned a beta reader beffore, and I hate to say this but I have no idea what that is. *sweatdrop appears over Alana's head* You're so very welcome, it was my pleasure to read your story! And unlike some of the other reviews, I liked the drug issue with Rogue. It made total sense; I mean that girl is so sad she deserves some pleasure. Anyway, thanks again!
~Alana
P.S. If anyone has tried to email me, my email is down so I won't be able to read it until it is back up and I don't know when that will be. :(
Chapter Five: Can You Feel The Love?
Rogue got out of bed to find her room mate missing. A small smile crept across Rogue's pink lips. ^^Ah wonder what she's up ta? ^^ But, Rogue knew the answer. Damia was either with John or with John. And being that both of the girls' boyfriends shared a hotel room, it was pretty easy to find her. But, that was not on Rogue's mind. She wanted to spend some alone time with Remy. Sometimes she envied her friends, their ability to touch skin to skin. It used to be a distant dream that Rogue knew would never come true, but lately with the help of the professor, and absorbing the Scarlet Witch, she was now seeing that dream come true slowly. She was able to touch a person now, but only for a minute or two. But to her that was a moment in heaven, being kept so long without that small detail, and now being able to touch a person even for such a short period caused her to be on cloud nine. She got out of bed and took a shower, and got dressed. When she was ready she headed for the guys' room. She knocked lightly on the door, no reply. She knocked harder and the door opened. It was Remy, his hair was a mess, and she could tell he was tired.
"Mornin sugah." Rogue smiled, he looked so cute there without the time he normally had to get his mind ready into ladies man mode.
"Bonjour chere." He managed to say, slowly coming to the idea that it was morning.
"Damia in there?" Rogue asked him.
He nodded "Oui,but dey be asleep dough."
"Then maybe we should go somewhere else." She smiled.
Remy was beginning to understand what was going on; apparently Rogue was in the mood for some romance. "Is de chere okay?" a small smile played on his lips. He decided to play around with her.
Rogue rolled her eyes, ^^Ah no he ain't that dense. ^^ "Ah'm fine." She huffed and walked away. She wasn't in the mood for games.
Remy seeing that it wasn't the time for him to play around, caught Rogue's arm before she had gotten to far away. "Seulement parce que Remy ne joue pas le moyens qu'il n'est pas dans l'humeur pour l'idylle." (Just because Remy is playing doesn't mean he isn't in the mood for romance.) He pulled her closer to him.
She smiled, she loved it when he spoke French it was very romantic. "A tardif je suis déjà de mon humeur." (To late I am already out of my mood.)" She replied pretending that she didn't care. She was fluent in French after living around many Cajun families, in Mississippi, and taking it at school.
Her ability to speak French was also one of the many reasons he had fallen for her. But he still held on to her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. "Mais Remy est désolé qu'il vous a apporté de l'humeur. Comment peut- il changer d'avis?" (But Remy is sorry that he brought you out of the mood. How can he change your mind?) He saw her smirk, and he knew that he had drawn her in. The space between them closed as their lips met, Rogue concentrated on Wanda's powers. She felt the warmth of his kiss, and his tongue caress hers. He couldn't make himself pull away, he was locked to her. He wanted her, but she pulled back making sure that he would be safe. She smiled a little, and escaped his grasp. She didn't want to get hurt, and she didn't want to hurt him. The emotion was to strong, and it could end up badly, so she walked away leaving Remy still enchanted by her kiss.
When she closed the door to her room, she heard a knock. A confused look crossed her face, she prayed it wasn't Remy. She opened the door and saw him, he looked hilarious. He had his white tee-shirt covering his head. She couldn't help but laugh. "Remy what are ya-"
He cut her off, he grabbed her and said "Jamais pendre de Remy de conge, chere." (Never leave Remy hanging my dear.). And before she could protest she felt the fabric touch her lips and moisten when he began to kiss her vigorously. Still locked in the kiss he slammed the door shut, and another romantic moment began.
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The professor was in his room, but not alone. He lay on his bed, with a sheet over him. He sat up and stared at the woman to his side. He brushed a strand of sandy hair from her face. At the touch the woman awoke, she turned and saw the man greeting him with a smile.
"Good morning Charles." She said.
"How did you sleep?" He asked her.
"Fine, but I couldn't help worrying about Damia." Marina said and she pulled the sheet around her, covering her nude form. She walked to the balcony the wind blowing her hair.
"She can take care of herself, you are aware of that?"
"Yes, she can. She has proved that several times."
"But?"
"The boy, I don't trust him." She said her brow crossed, and a frown wiped over her features.
"John, he is not to be taken lightly. I will say that, but along the lines of him and Damia. I do not doubt that he has strong feelings for the girl." He reassured her.
She walked back over to the bed and bent down giving the man a kiss. "Have you been reading his mind?" she asked, her voice was completely serious.
"Occasionally, but I also get a feeling from him when he is around her."
"All I am worried about is that it could have been her powers. You know that sometimes they can go wrong."
"I highly doubt that that is what happened." He put his hands on her hips.
"But will you read his mind, for me. To see if it is safe for her, to see if she is in any way going to get hurt." Her eyes pleaded to him.
Professor Charles Xavier had a strict code about his telepathic ability; to use it only when necessary. Normally to any other person the answer would be 'no', but this was not any other person. "Yes."
"Thank you my love." She kissed his forehead, and moved closer to him, her body closed over top of him, and they became one in their passion.
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It was ten a.m., Alex had slept in longer than he had expected. He wiped the sand that had formed in his eyes, and got ready for the day. As he told his shower, he thought about Damia, and the way she fought, danced, surfed, everything he knew about her so far. He knew there was absolutely no chance of him ever being with her, and oddly he didn't feel as bad as he had expected. He was happy that she was happy. It surprised him at his maturity in the situation. ^^Oh God please don't tell me I'm turning into Scott!^^ A small smiled crossed his face as the thought crossed his mind. He laughed a little at the thought. When he was finished he headed for Damia's room, she and Rogue usually needed a wake up call. He reached the girls' room, and knocked on the door. He heard some movement, and the door opened and Rogue appeared. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes wrinkled. ^^What? ^^ He didn't wwant to know so he just smiled as he saw Remy out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned to see the person behind him. It was Damia, and John. She looked a bit surprised herself at his reaction.
He shook off the surprise and gave a small smile. "I came by to wake you guys up."
"That was very thoughtful of you." Damia smiled, her face seemed to beam with light.
"Ahh." Alex stuttered. "Would you like. T-to practice." He saw a confused look on her face, he clarified. "For the competition tomorrow, remember?"
"Oh right." Damia said remembering. Then she had a sorry look on her face. "I can't I'm going shopping. It is girls' day out." She told him.
"Oh." Alex nodded in understanding. "I doubt you need practice anyway."
She blushed a little at the complement. "Thanks but I have heard that Tina is going to be competing against me, so I think I need some luck." She didn't really believe her words. She knew she was good, the best. She had no doubt in her mind that this competition would be a piece of cake.
Rogue stepped out of the room, with Remy by her side. Damia looked her friend up and down, and then smiled knowingly. Of course she wasn't going to say a thing, it wasn't her business, or at least not until the girls' were alone able to chat in private. "Ready to go?" Damia asked.
Rogue had now straightened out her appearance. The southern bell smiled, and gave a short nod. "Yes ma'am." And with that the two disappeared from the hallway, leaving the boys in the hallway to their thoughts.
-----I noticed some reviews wanted some Romy, and I must admit I was itching for some Cajun and Southern romance. ^_~ I would like to thank the following reviews:
Carla- thanks for reading, and I'm glad that it is interesting for you. Hope you enjoied the Romyness in this chapter.
Ning Ning- Okay where to begin! You're a sweetie! Thanks so much for reviewing. I'm glad you like it so far, that's a big complement! Also thank you for the Pyro correction, I will change it ASAP. Someone else has mentioned a beta reader beffore, and I hate to say this but I have no idea what that is. *sweatdrop appears over Alana's head* You're so very welcome, it was my pleasure to read your story! And unlike some of the other reviews, I liked the drug issue with Rogue. It made total sense; I mean that girl is so sad she deserves some pleasure. Anyway, thanks again!
~Alana
P.S. If anyone has tried to email me, my email is down so I won't be able to read it until it is back up and I don't know when that will be. :(