Chapter 6: Remplissez Mon Coeur De Votre Amour
Returning home, Rogue headed for her room, without saying another word to Remy LeBeau, she simply excused herself, said good night, and went into her room, the smell of incense still thick in the air, the drapes wide open, the snow drifting outside, the view breathtaking. She lit a few candles, and then sat on the windowsill, and stared out of the window, still wearing her dress, and huddled in Remy's jacket, still enjoying the scent of his cologne, and the fabrics warmth on her skin.
It was some time later – maybe about forty minutes that there was a knock at her door, "Marie, are you decent?"
The voice had been muffled, but the fact her first name had been used let her know it was Remy – he was after all the only one who knew her real name. She licked her lips, "c'mon in," she said, she kept her eyes to the window.
Remy entered, "I…"
"Oh, I have your jacket," she said, as if she had only just realised, she pulled it off slowly.
"That wasn't why I came," he said, he closed the door quietly behind him.
Rogue turned to him, holding out the jacket, he took it from her and put it on the bottom pillar of her bed. "Something wrong?" she asked. She took a good look at him in the candle light, she couldn't figure out why at first, but there was something different about him, something she couldn't quite place. He looked handsome as ever, rugged as ever, yet, suddenly a lot more boyish, something was very altered about his appearance. It wasn't that his long hair was now out of the ponytail and hanging in silken tresses around his long chiselled face, it was something else.
"You…you shaved off the goatee," she gaped.
"Yeah," he said, he rubbed his chin, "you did…want me to didn't you?"
Rogue looked at him, "You did it for me?"
Remy shrugged, "Had to sacrifice something – and I couldn't part with the cigarettes," he came over, and held out a tiny parcel wrapped in silver holographic paper, a ribbon on it.
"What's this – the hair?" she asked, "You didn't put them in a box in wrap them did you – that'd be kind of gross," Rogue made a face.
"No, its your Christmas present," Remy rolled his eyes, "open it."
Rogue slowly untied the ribbon, and unwrapped the parcel, a red velvet box was inside. She opened up the box slowly.
A silver engraved cross was inside, the edges detailed with tiny flowers and swirls, the engraved writing on it said 'Remplissez mon Coeur'. She picked it up and turned it around, on the other side it said, 'de votre amour,'.
"It's beautiful…" Rogue trailed off, she looked at him, "what does it mean?"
"He took the cross from her and unclipped the chain, and carefully put it around her neck, "fill my heart with your love," he murmured.
"Remy…" Rogue felt like she might cry.
He looked at her, "got it in the big easy months ago, was waiting for the right time to give it to you, Christmas seemed appropriate."
Rogue stood up, "I have something for you…but I didn't wrap it because we weren't really talking…" she looked at him.
"That's fine…" he trailed off.
Rogue went into the drawer of the dresser nearby and pulled out a small plastic bag, she handed it to him, "I couldn't afford much, not with all the others I have to buy for in here," she explained.
"You didn't have to get me anything…" Remy reached into the plastic bag and pulled out his gift, a silver tobacco case, what he found amusing about it was the ace of hearts that had been stamped into one corner, "wow…" he trailed off, "this is…wow…" he had seen more expensive tobacco cases, but none of these would have compared, it was from Rogue, it was different, it meant something.
"Like it?" Rogue asked, she sat on the edge of her bed.
"I love it…" he opened it up, "wow, a little slot for papers and everything," he sounded impressed, "I really do love it…" he looked at her, "Its perfect…"
Rogue put her hands primly on her lap, an awkward silence had fallen. "We've been really stupid lately," she sighed.
"Yeah, I agree," Remy put the tobacco case on the dresser and sat beside her, "at least we're talking again," he admitted.
Rogue glanced over to the window, "snowing heavy out there, isn't it," she changed the subject.
Remy picked a piece of lint off of her thigh, it had shown up well on the black velvet, Rogue looked at him as if he'd tried to get away with something he shouldn't have done.
"Lint," he put his hand up in defence to show her.
Rogue nodded, then looked away again.
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" he asked, "nice out there."
"I'll freeze my ass off," Rogue remarked, "Besides, I'm not really dressed for it."
"True," Remy nodded, he looked around the room, "Is that jasmine," he sniffed at the air.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I burn jasmine incense all the time."
"I might borrow some from you, my room stinks of smoke."
"Stop smoking then," Rogue commented.
"If I did I wouldn't have a use for that tobacco tin," Remy remarked.
"When did
you start rollin' your own?"
"Its cheaper," he gave a
shrug.
"Since when did you care about price? You're a thief, you could probably steal cigarettes."
"I'm not a thief anymore," Remy reminded, he rubbed his leg nervously, not sure what to say to her, or how to act around her at the moment.
"I…still have the serum…" Rogue said, she reached to her bed side cabinet and opened the little drawer, the 80ml bottle rolled inside the drawer, the liquid a bright blue, "You stole that," she reminded.
"Force of habit," he ensured, "this too shall pass."
Rogue smirked a little and shut the drawer, "we could use it you know," she looked at him, "tonight…"
"No…" Remy shook his head, "Not a good idea…"
Rogue was surprised, "what, you don't mind having sex with Bella Donna, but when its me you won't?" she snapped.
Remy held up his hands in defence, "its not that, really," he sighed, "its just…" he stood up and walked over to the window, leaning on the windowsill, looking outside, "I keep thinking…y'know, I did it when I was young…and it was a massive mistake…" he glanced at her reflection in the window, "and you're only a year older than I was…" he added.
"But it wouldn't be a massive mistake," Rogue commented.
"Chere…we just had a massive fight a few days ago, and now only on the brink of a reconciliation…do you really wanna fuck me and then wake up on Christmas morning knowin' we did it too soon?"
"It wouldn't be like that…" Rogue sighed.
"If its not going to be that way, then we can wait, at least until a period where we've gotten along for a REALLY long time and everything is fine and there are no hard feelings between us anymore," he said, "just to be safe…"
"Remy…"
"What?" he asked, he came back over and sat on the bed, a distance between them this time.
"Every other woman in the world it seems has had you – I haven't even kissed you without drainin' your powers…" she sighed.
"There's a time for everything," Remy shrugged, "No, you were right when you said we should wait, remember, on the jet back home?" he asked, "lets…do that…lets be friends, and date occasionally, and then…we'll see what happens?" he asked of her.
Rogue looked at him, "ok, I feel like screaming at you so much right now," She sighed, and she rubbed her forehead.
"Remember the time we were talking about sexual tension?" he asked.
"Yeah," Rogue nodded.
Remy stood up and smirked, "that's it," he gestured, to her, "night chere…" he blew a kiss, then left the room after picking up his gift from her. The door closed behind him and Rogue tossed the pillow at him. She muttered a string of swear names at him, that he couldn't hear, but smirked. "Smart ass," she finally stated, she took one more glance at the bottle of serum in her drawer, and then smiled to herself, some day, it was going to happen.
The end…or is it?