Tension and Remy

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She's a mystery

There's no defense

It's innocence

But she won't let you see

'Cause she's a mystery

-Bon Jovi

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Two days later

Kitty woke up and went through her usual routine. She had just put the mail on the table when Pete walked out in just his boxers. The two had barely been decent to each other for the past two days. "That's, like indecent," she said trying not to be distracted by his sculptured, smooth chest. He looked at her raising an eyebrow.

"`Allo to you too, Pryde," he said slowly.

"Good morning, Mr. Wisdom," she said brightly. He crossed his arms looking at her suspiciously. "What?"

"You're just being. . . nice. . . it worries me."

"I'm usually nice," Kitty told him. "You just bring the worst out in me."

He smirked at that. "What time is it, kid?"

"Seven."

"I'm up at seven, bloody hell. . . Well, goodnight." He started to go back up the stairs.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" He shrugged following her into the kitchen. Mr. McCoy was there already starting breakfast. The two sat down.

"Good morning," Mr. McCoy said. "It is a beautiful day."

"Yeah," Kitty agreed. "I was thinking about going for a swim later." Rogue came in at that.

"Yes, and Rogue can join you in that suit you got her for her birthday," Mr. McCoy said.

"What?" Rogue asked stopping in her tracks.

"We examined the ring and checked out the lab, the ring appears to be harmless," Mr. McCoy told her.

"Really?" Rogue asked her eyes going wide.

"Yes," the professor said wheeling in. "It seems to be fine." Rogue said down feeling all her strength leave her. The professor handed her the ring, which she slipped on.

"This is, like, so great!" Kitty exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you!" Rogue felt a smile cross her own face.

"Ah can't believe this," she said as Mr. McCoy sat down two plates of eggs and one of pancakes. Pete and Kitty ate but Rogue simply stared at her food.

"So, are you, like, going to Magneto's mansion?" Kitty asked slyly.

"Kitty. . ." Rogue warned.

"I'm feeling a bit lost," Pete said.

"Rogue has a thing for Gambit," Kitty explained grinning at her roommate.

"That's it, now you die!" Rogue yelled.

"No violence before breakfast, stripes," Logan said coming in.

"Okay," Rogue said easily. "Ah'll just wait until we're done."

"You deserve that," Kitty said. "Or do you not remember the nigh over ice cream? You could have let me know he was there." Rogue laughed at this. Kitty turned to Pete. "And you need to wear a bell."

Pete leaned towards her leering. "Where?"

"That's enough," Logan said briefly. Pete straightened causing Kitty to laugh.

"Weren't talking about me, huh?" Pete mused. Kitty slapped herself on the forehead causing laughter from the others. Logan sat down in front of them.

"I don't even want to know," he said gruffly.

"I-I wasn't," Kitty stammered. "I just realized how it could, um seem like that, I mean, that guy and you have a lot in common."

"Like a wonderful body," Pete supplied. Kitty flushed warmly.

"I really don't want to know," Logan repeated.

"Like blue eyes," Kitty said.

"Sure, Pryde."

"Geez, would you two just screw and get it over with," Bobby muttered walking in.

"Iceman, watch your language!" Logan ordered.

"Sorry," Bobby said grabbing two boxes of poptarts and walking out.

"He's goin' to be sharin' those right?" Pete asked.

"Good question," Rogue said. There was a knock at the door surprising them. Rogue got up to answer it. There stood Remy. "What are you doin' here?" she demanded.

"Remy dought chere might be happy ta see him," Remy pouted.

"Answer the question, swamp rat," Rogue said crossing her arms.

"Remy's contract is out, he has no reason to stay dere so."

"So you want to join the X-Men."

"Oui."

"You must me joking."

"Remy's pere made de arrangement, mais now de contract has ended, Remy wants ta be here, avec toi."

"Mr. LeBeau," the professor said. "You're here."

"Ya knew he was comin'?" Rogue asked in shock.

"Yes, he called me before coming over," the professor told her. "Would you show him to his new room?"

"Fine," Rogue sighed. She led him upstairs to a room.

"Where's your room, chere?" Remy asked.

"None of your business," Rogue said. She walked away quickly. Kitty was walking out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The Cajun's stayin' here!"

"What?"

"He said his contract's over so he wants to move in here."

"That's bad?"

"Kitty, I don't know what he wants."

"That's pretty obvious."

"That's mah point. If all he wants is sex Ah ain't interested."

"Oh. Well, what'd you get from him when you absorbed him?"

"It was confused. He does seem to like me but it seemed that every scenario ended in bed, or on the beach, against the wall, in the backseat of a car, on a pool table, Ah swear that man has a really dirty mind."

"Pool table?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah, there were more too," Rogue said.

"I never thought. . ." Kitty stopped flushing.

"Ah know, Kit, the pool table surprised me, not as much as the one on the slide."

"The slide?!" The two girls dissolved into giggles as they headed upstairs to change into their suits. Rogue looked at herself in the mirror.

"Ah don't know about this," she said. It was a simple black two-piece.

"I felt awful after getting it," Kitty said. "You have to wear it now." Kitty's suit was a tiny pink two-piece. They got out their towels and went out to the pool. The girls swam for around thirty minutes before getting out to sunbathe on their stretched out towels. Pete stood in the doorway taking a drag off of his cigarette.

"You're a lifesaver, mon ami," Remy said coming up behind him. "May I have one?" Pete shrugged handing a cigarette over to the Cajun. Remy took a long drag off of it. "What are we watching?" Pete nodded towards the pool. "Merde," Remy whispered seeing Rogue in the tiny suit. "Dat femme is goin' ta be de death of Remy."

"What are you talking about?"

"Knowin' that I can't touch her and seein' her like that," Remy sighed. "It is true hell."

"I know what you mean," Pete said.

"You want Rogue?" Remy asked narrowing his eyes.

"Not Rogue," Pete laughed.

"De Shadowcat?"

"Yeah, Stagitory rape an' all. `Sides, the kid's too good for me."

"Rogue be too good for me too, mon ami, dat ain't gonna stop me." With that Remy walked out sitting on Rogue's towel. "Bonjour, chere."

"Are ya stalkin' me or somethin'?" Rogue demanded.

"`Course not," Remy said. "Remy just noticed that you were out here sans lotion. Remy wanted to fix that." He pulled some out.

"Are ya gonna put it on meh too?" Rogue asked.

"J'espere. Mais, Remy enjoys his consciousness."

"Scared?" Rogue taunted. Remy glared down at her for that blatant challenge he poured some of the lotion on his hands and steeling himself for the pull of her powers he began to rub the lotion on her back. To his shock there was no pull.

"How?" Rogue chuckled and showed him the ring.

Remy smiled. "So you guys found it, after you kicked our asses we gave up." He began to rub the lotion on her back moving very slowly. Kitty looked at Rogue who now had her eyes closed, lost in his touch, and smiled. She felt a shadow over her and looked up.

"Hi, Mr. Wisdom."

He knelt down. "If I didn't know better, Pryde, I'd swear you're calling me that to bother me."

"I don't know where you'd get that idea *Mr.* Wisdom." Remy tossed him the bottle as Rogue announced that the two were going on a walk. Kitty looked at the bottle then back at him before moving her hair tentatively. Pete smiled pouring some of the lotion onto his hands. He began to use it as a sort of massage oil. Kitty relaxed under his ministrations almost instantly, until he rubbed the lotion on her lower back. She tensed further when he moved to her thighs and the back of her kneecap.

"Roll over," he requested, whispering in her ear. Bemused, she obeyed. He got out some more lotion and rubbed it on her shoulders. "If I make you uncomfortable, let me know." With that he moved to her chest rubbing the lotion over her bare skin. She looked up into his eyes and he could see the passion in hers. He moved to her stomach tracing the muscles there causing a gasp as he moved his hand over her bellybutton. Pete then did her thighs working his hands over them slowly. He saw her bite her lip as he moved down and finished. "Better?" She nodded wordlessly. "How about we just drop the Mr. part? It makes me feel old."

"Fine, Wisdom."

"I like the suit, Pryde," Pete drawled. Kitty looked up sure that he was making fun of her. She was surprised to see the very male appreciation in his eyes. She flushed again.

"Um, thanks." Pete stood.

"Well, no offense, Pryde, but Logan and I have a game of pool planned." He frowned curious about why that would cause her to flush.

"Okay," Kitty said stretching out. "I'll probably be going back in, in a few minutes." He nodded and left.