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Author's Note: GASP! BORING?! Here's a Romy fluff to cure that!

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Rogue smiled to herself as she watched Remy in the kitchen. Logan had appointed her to make sure that he didn't put too much spice in whatever he was going to make.

"But Chere, what would a Cajun-style cookin' be wid' no Cajun spices?"

Rogue had just shrugged and smirked at the way he seemed to deflate. Although, she had to admit; the aroma in the kitchen was making her homesick. She had even helped him in making cornbread because it was what she used to do in the house to help her foster mother, Irene.

"Y'should smile mo' often, Chere. It lights up y'face…"

She woke from her reverie and found Remy leaning on his back, on the counter. Rogue chose to ignore him, unfortunately, she also missed the amused glint in his eyes. Remy made his way towards her and pushed her up onto the counter, so that she was sitting on it. He stood before her, with her legs on both sides of his waist. With Rogue sitting on the countertop, she was eye to eye with the smirking Cajun.

" Ya want me ta smile more often?" Rogue asked, hoping to break off eye contact. " Guaranteed to attract men?"

Remy faked a 'thinker' pose and frowned. " Y'know… f'get what Remy said. Remy want t'keep y' f'himself."

Rogue watched as he moved closer towards her, only inches away. He reached behind her and lifted her up, making Rogue lock her legs behind him to keep from falling.

" Ya crazy Cajun!" Rogue laughed.

" Didn' know y'were so attached t' Remy, Chere," Remy teased, tickling Rogue's neck with his breath.

" Ya always pull this move on every girl ya meet?" Rogue asked breathlessly as she stared into Remy's eyes.

He smirked. " Y'ain't seen nothin' yet, Chere…"

Rogue slipped her legs from Remy's waist and was surprised to find herself dancing the Tango in the kitchen. They spun around to the music in their heads. Remy was surprised to find that Rogue was an incredible dancer. He decided to test how advanced her skill was and started to move his feet to a more complicated dance step. Rogue smirked to herself as she kept up with him, adding her own movements as he dipped her down. She slid up his body and winked as Remy stood, gaping.

He caught her hand and spun her back into him. They both panted, trying to catch their breath. "Dat wasn't in de steps, Chere… "

Rogue nodded. " Ah know…" she replied as she touched her forehead with Remy's. It was glorious to touch again. It was wonderful to dance again… She stared into Remy's red-on-obsidian black eyes and marveled at their uniqueness. It was so- enticing, making you feel as if they could read into your very soul…

"Rem…" Rogue whispered as Remy's lips neared hers.

" Oui, chere?"

" Ah think y'r 'masterpiece' is burnin'."

Remy blinked until the information finally sunk in. He turned around abruptly and found that the contents of his pot, was indeed…on the verge of being burnt.

"Merde."

Remy couldn't help but wonder why, every time he was about to kiss Rogue, something just had to occur that would stop him from doing just that.

Rogue sighed with relief, feeling flustered and out of breath. 'Ah almost kissed Remy…' she thought, wondering why she felt so… giddy. 'He'd be th' first one… after th' incident…'

She shook her head, making her way towards Remy, who was frantically trying to salvage his Gumbo. Rogue rested her chin on Remy's shoulder, pressing herself on his back. Remy smiled slightly, feeling quite comfortable with their position.

"So, it is burnt?" Rogue asked.

"Non… jus' missin' somethin'," Remy replied. He handed the wooden spoon to Rogue who took a small sip from it. She wrinkled her brows in thought and took another spoonful, placing it in her mouth. Remy watched, fascinated by the quick motions of her mouth.

"Hm, y'r rahgt. It is missin' somethin'…" Rogue said, licking her lips. "but-"

Remy couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and pressed his lips towards Rogue's, tasting the Gumbo in her mouth. It was a slow, gentle, yet passionate kiss that lasted, for what seemed to Rogue, like hours. They parted slowly, as if not wanting the moment to end.

" Remy couldn't resist," Remy whispered, breathless from the kiss.

"Well… Ah found out what y'r Gumbo's missin'," Rogue said, equally breathless from the kiss. Remy looked at her, slightly confused.

" A kiss?" he asked incredulously. " Remy not gon' go an' kiss ev'ryone in de mansion jus' t'get de taste right, chere."

Rogue smacked him playfully on his arm with the spoon. " Not that! Cayenne Pepper. Too bad th' kids don't have the stomachs for 'em. Nor do they have Cayenne Pepper in this place…"

Remy smacked his forehead. " Merde! How could Remy have f'gotten de best spice?!" He reached into his trench coat and amazed Rogue as he pulled out a bottle of powdered Cayenne Pepper. After dumping half its contents in the pot, he turned around to see dumbstruck Rogue.

" Neve' leave home wid'out m'trusty Cayenne Pepper," he explained.

Rogue shook her head and smiled. " Y'r crazy."

"In love," Remy teased as he held Rogue. She thought for a second and shook her head.

" Nah, y'r jus' plain crazy."

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Author's Note: lol. I love this chapter. I just love it. Don't care if you don't, but I do.