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Miranda-Lazy bones. Not even bothering to sign in. Ah well, Icoulda figured out it was you. No worries! Gramar sucks. Just don't type too bad, 'kay? I hate that. It makes me think English is a dead language. Aww, I'm glad I've made your birthday happier. A pot turned fireplace? Give the gift that keeps on giving, fire. How very strange. Aw, I shoulda put something nice about Scott in here for you. Soon, I will let him have a little fun, I promise. Glad you think it's worth it at least.
Misa1124-You kow, I think you're the first person to use numbers in their name and review me. Yeah! Alphanumeric reviewer! You really can't stop laughing? Cool. Don't worry, i spend most of my time laughing at nothing, and people only give me a ten foot radius and some disturbed looks. It's quite peaceful being strange. Come over to the insane side Misa1124. The revenge stops after Remy, I promise. The professor is wierd like that. He definitley has the coolest wheels this side of the t.v. screen. Glad you're plannin' on stickin' with us.
Eileen-You chose Romy over Dune because of me? I feel so loved. *basking in the warm afterglow of such a comment* Basking complete. Thanks. Glad you found humor in my twisted ways. I found out something that was kind of funny weird too, I'm on at least six people's favorite author's lists, and I average four or five reviews a chapter. Not quiet funnny, but an observation. Hope you don't burn yourself out on Dune (Did you know Susan Sarandon, aka Janet is in Sci Fi's new Dune movie? How much has she not moved up in the world?).
I will be marketing sterile mosh pit bears. Look for them at any fine Goth Toys R' Us establishment. Only thirty five ninety five (those peircings cost money!). Sleep is overrated, but not too bad usually. Unless you have a nightmare where at first you have gills, and you're swimming, but then you don't have gills no mo'. That's my least favorite dream.
Ish- Thankyou. The Clash are so awesome, I totally agree with you. Ouch, that sounds like my soccer team on a good night. Our teams are good. We're not bad, it's just that they're better. Ouch you turned them off for Buffy. That hurts. Sorry the leafs did badly. Jean was kind of pathetic, but she's not used to using threatened violence to get her means, like Rogue, or her current writer, moi. Yeah, I think I'm gonna market that bear. A girl witha punked out Smurf tatoo and a good concert. You've seen heaven my dear Ish. Yes, safety in numbers, as Sam predicted, will falil miserably. I had to throw the comment in. Viagra is damned everywhere! I swear, why do old guys wanna have sex anyway? No one'll do them. I don't get it. But it does explain Hugh Hefner. He should doa Viagra comercial. I can't honestly see it haveing the same comedic effect if the insultee were Scott, 'cause you never know. I mean, int he next chapter. . .you'll see.
Disclaimer
If life were perfect, everyone would own the X-men, and we'd all get along harmoniously, and certain plotlines that are very out of character, and obviously plot device dependant (Anyone know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Twenty points, and a fic request if you do), would never have happened. But alas, it did, and we have to deal with not owning anything. Really am I gonna get sued if I don't put this here? I'll gladly give up all I have to Marvel, but it's mainly debt.
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It was dark in Scott and Jean's room. Scott was asleep on the couch, and Jean was asleep in the bed. Kitty phased herself and Rogue in. Rogue smiled evilly. The first thing she did was absorb Jean and give Scott and Jean horrendous nightmares that they wouldn't wake up from. Then she put a crazy little notion into Bobby's head and let him torment himself.
Rogue used Jean's T.k. to do a little re-arranging in the room. Ororo was the next one to get an idea planted in her head, and she woke up to put 'her' fear to rest. Then Rogue pulled out a bottle of green hair dye she'd been mixing earlier, and dabbed a fair amount on the tips of Jean's hair; just enought so she'd freak out, but not so much that she'd have to chop off all her hair. Last, she stole Scott's pajama top, knowing she'd need it later. Kitty phased them both back out, while Rogue waited to torment Remy.
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Ororo knew what she was doing was unnessisary. The children, except Remy, would be asleep. In order to put this notion of checking on the kids to rest, she decided to check on Jean first. Perhaps it was paranoia from the previous day that had caused Jean to project fear, and Ororo had picked up on it.
The woman almost laughed at herself when she started to open the door by picking the lock instead of knocking. Nonetheless, by the time she started laughing, the door was open, and she was looking in to see. . .An apparently nude Sott, with his arm around an apparently nude Jean, in Jean's double bed, and nothing else. The other students woke up whent hey heard the sounds of Scottt and Jean getting a good old fashioned reaming. Bobby got it all on video tape.
---
When Bobby went back to his room, he got the weirdest idea. "Hey, Sammy?"
Sam lookd at his 'buddy', "Yeah Bobster?"
"Does this remind you of The Shining?"
Sam noticed Bobby lookin very deranged and distrubed. Then, to Sam's annoyance, Bobby began to act exactly like Jack Nicholson's character. And I mean back when good ol' Jack played 'im. Sam saw how scared Bobby was when he started screaming everytime Sam tried to get to sleep. Sam cursed his luck. Then he cursed Rogue; then he cursed Bobby, then he just started cursing. It was better than listening to Bobby, that was for sure.
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Rogue remembered something a few minutes after Ororo had gone back to bed.
"We still gotta do Kurt 'n' Amara. Ah've got the stuff. How did we forget that?"
Kitty shrugged, inwardly ready to cause more chaos. How had Kitty lived her life so far without pranking anybody? It seemed unreal to her. She would definitly take another leaf out of Rogue's book. Kitty phased into Kurt's room, with ORgue behind her.
Kurt was in the bed, and Amara was, for whatever reason, on the couch. Jubilee was huddled in the corner. Rogue went up to the sobbing girl.
"Ah'll tell ya asecret if you tell me why you an' Amara are in mah brothah's room."
Jubilee gave Rogue a dirty look. "I was bothering Amara, so she decided not to suffer alone. We both came in here, and Kurt didn't tell us to leave before he went to sleep, so here we are. What secret do yo have." Even in her very emotional state, Jubilee couldn't resist gossip. It attracted her like a moth to a fire. SHe eagerly listened with her gossip monger hearing.
"The marker on you coat is washable."
Jubilee hopped up, ecstatic. "Thank you!" She seemed to forget that Rogue was the one who'd colored on her beloved jacket in the first place. Rogue took off her back pack, and closed the bathroom door while Jubilee happily cleaned her coat.
With an evil smile, Rogue finished her long awaited revenge. Now it was the time for new revenge. A part of her was glad. With the revenge off her chest, she could actually enjoy being in London. It was her first time out of the country.
Kitty phased Rogue back into her room, and they both collapsed on her bed.
"Yano, Kurt's gonna kill us."
Rogue smiled, a tired, triumphant smile. "Yeah, if he can catch us."
Kitty nodded, "Good point. Is that everyone?"
Rogue went over the list inher head, just to double check. "Mmm hmm. Thanks Kitty."
Kitty looked at Rogue, surprised. "No prob. See you tomorrow. Night Rogue."
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Remy wasn't feeling at all well. For one thing, he knew he was going to have a hang over tomorrow. For another, Logan had driven them both back to the hotel. His healing power making him not drunk enough to drive. Not safe mind you, but not drunk either. For another, his doorknob wouldn't open. For the fourth time. He was getting frustrated. First Rogue manged to filch hi sbatteries, and now he couldn't even get in his own damn door with the key? He checked the number ont he key and saw teh problem. Not his key. Logna was watching, and Remy had up unitl then been ignoring him.
"Ver' funny, Logan. M' key, please."
Logan traded him keys witha laugh,a nd a comment about AA. Remy would have made a witty comeback, but he was tired, drunk, and pissed off. Not a good combo. Baside that, he didn't know which room was Rogue's and she ws hopefully asleep by then. No need to wake her up.
Remy actually got to his bed before he collapsed, which was better than he expected to do. He was so blissfully close ot sleep when someone knocked ont eh door. Thinking it was Logan, and ready to tell the man to piss off, no matter how dangeropus that would be, Remy trudged to the door.
What eh saw when he opened it was not the world's worst driver, and also the best security guard that sid eof the channel, but Rogue. Rogue wearing, Remy quickly noted, seemingly nothing but a guy's pajama top. Said top went down enough to cover her, but not nearly far enough to keep her decent.
Remy kind of stood there with his mouth open. He really wished he could do something beside gape like an idiot, but it took a while for his body to cooperate. Rogue was also smiling, and not, I'm-gonna-rip-out-your-eyes-and-laugh-while-you-bleed-to-death kind of smile, but a pretty real smile, until you noticed her eyes, heavily outlined in black, but not overpowered by eyeshadow like usual, were gleaming sadistically, and also a little bloodshto from lack of sleep. He also noticed Rogue seemed to be wearing a whole lot of lipstick, in a very very dark brown (AN: The make-up had to get a goth upgrade. I hate how her make-up's just dark, but not really very goth. Makes me mad.)
Remy mangaed to wake himself enough to wish his liver into overdrive. Too bad the human body doesn't work like that. He stepped back, allowing room for Rogue get through.
"'Lo, chere. Y'wanna talk, right?"
Rogue walked in, and instead of flopping on the couch, or grabbing the desk chair, like anybody else would have done, she sat on the bed. Not the edge, where it would take a little bit of working for his bogged down brain to get the drift, but in the middle of his miraculously still made bed.
Remy knew he could do one of two things. He could sit beside her and be at a total loss for what to do, like Austin Powers when he thought he'd lost his mojo. The other option was play chicken. See who could out bluff who. He decided eh liekd the chicken idea better. Maybe he'd get lucky and the universe wold throw him a bone. . .so to speak.
He decided to sit next to Rogue, who instictually shot straight up. Remy inwardly smirked, but Rogue played it off. This was better than her first idea.
"Remy, doncha think it's a little hot inhere? Ah hope you don't mind if AH amke mahself more comfortable." Rogue inwardly cringed at ehr choice of words. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. But someoen in her head had done this before, and it seemed more ffectivce than beating his brians out with a tire iron. Come to think of it, Rogue was pretty sure it had been Mystique. [Too late to worry about it now.]
Rogue unbottoned Scott's pajama top, and watching Remy's reaction like a vulture. He was paying rapt attention, and seemed to eb trn as to whether he should watch her hands, or just keep his eyes in one place. He decided on the former when he realized Rogeu was holding the shirt shut. This would be bad. Remy knew he might die from this encounter. But it seemed like the best way to go, so he didn't do anything stupid, like try to stop her.
Rogue smiled outwardly, for once, at Remy's expression. It was what she'd prepared for. When she knew he wasn't going to look away no matter what, she tssed Scott's pajama top off of herself, and by the door, sos he could grab it fast on the way out. After the practical lesson in why the whole lust thing wasn't going to fly well was over.
Remy looked at Rogue, and inwardly said, [Oh fuck.] It was the neglige he'd given her. A nail in his coffin he'd forgotten about. Rogue smiled and got back on the bed, sitting on Remy's legs, just above his knees. Remy looked at his bare hands, and edecided there was no way in hell he could get her off of himself. He did notice Rogue had a couple peircings she definitly hadn't told the professor about. He decided, once his mind back to teh buisness at hand. . .the current problem.
Rogue slowly pulled herself up hs legs, until she could comfortably laydown on top of him, so she wouldn't attract too much attention from the perhaps still awake Logan. not that she needed to worry. Logan was sleeping like a dead person in his room down the hall.
She was a little uncomfortable, because her body seemed to have forgotten how mad the rest of her was at Remy. But at the moment, it was mind over matter all the way. She knew Remy couldn't say the same thing. She was once again reminded of Mystique. [Aftah this, AH'm stickin' to destruction of property.]
Remy prayed that he was the awesome guy eh thought eh was. This would be a bad time to realize he'd been deluding himself. But then again, if he died, he was still okay. Heaven would look like this, and physically feel mostly like this. Hell would emotionally feel like this, and most likely sound like it too, since Rogue had yet to say anything about the current situation. Purgatory seemed to be a place on earth for the night.
"So, Remy, this whacha wanted"
[Yes. Dis just about covers what I wanted.] "I just wanna get t' sleep. M' real tired, an' I swear I di'n't mean t' wa'ch'u. Jes' kin'a happened." [Please work. I might be able to turn this t' my advantage.]
Rogue felt him try to get up, and slid down his legs, so that she was basically sitting on his lap, facing him; her legs folded up under themselves, behind him. She lifted ehrself up a little, being unfomfortable for anataomical reasons, both his anatomy, and hers (AN: I'm Madame Tact I swear. (Well, maybe not Madame, since that reminds me of something kinda like this, but pretty much different. (Once again, tact))). Rogue ws playing with the tought of takinga n eye for an eye. She knew that would not only be perverted, and enjoyable for him, but she would also probably be very tempted to take advantage of the situation, hwich woulnd't sit well with anyone. No matter how much he seemed to think otherwise.
As for Remy, his thoughts were just as bad, and possibly worse. He couldn't keep his mind in one place long enough to figure it out. So, he deicded to ignore it for the tiem being, and concentrate on the reality, which was, as he saw it, Rogue, straddleign him, of her own free will, and through no coercment of his own, wearig somehting he'd bougth for her, knowing full well she would nevere wear it. He was pretty hapy with how the whole thing had turned out so far. The last thing he heard her say, right before he leaned in and kissed her, "Ah thought you'd like ta see me in this."
Rogue fell under Remy's dead weight, which didn't sit well with her legs, but none of the rest of her was complaining after she stopped touching him. She was glad she'd had enough forsight, or too little forsight, depending on which side you take, to keep her gloves on. after stretching her legs,a dn finding a way to get Remy off of her, Rogue quickly hunted down the polariod carema she knew was in there, from when she'd taken the remainder of the wheelchair paint.
After tracking it down, she qucikly arranged Remy on the bed and layed down in front of him. It was only half his idea, and she knew that she would probably have done the same thing if he'd just passed outon his own; if she'd had the idea. After taking the picture, she stole all of his underwear, and replaced it with a very Rocky Horror gold bikin, that ws Bobby's size, and thusly too small. it had actually been bought for Bobby, but she'd figured he'd proabbly suffered enough, and then the whole thing with Remy had given her a new idea for the neglected men's underwear.
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Miranda-Lazy bones. Not even bothering to sign in. Ah well, Icoulda figured out it was you. No worries! Gramar sucks. Just don't type too bad, 'kay? I hate that. It makes me think English is a dead language. Aww, I'm glad I've made your birthday happier. A pot turned fireplace? Give the gift that keeps on giving, fire. How very strange. Aw, I shoulda put something nice about Scott in here for you. Soon, I will let him have a little fun, I promise. Glad you think it's worth it at least.
Misa1124-You kow, I think you're the first person to use numbers in their name and review me. Yeah! Alphanumeric reviewer! You really can't stop laughing? Cool. Don't worry, i spend most of my time laughing at nothing, and people only give me a ten foot radius and some disturbed looks. It's quite peaceful being strange. Come over to the insane side Misa1124. The revenge stops after Remy, I promise. The professor is wierd like that. He definitley has the coolest wheels this side of the t.v. screen. Glad you're plannin' on stickin' with us.
Eileen-You chose Romy over Dune because of me? I feel so loved. *basking in the warm afterglow of such a comment* Basking complete. Thanks. Glad you found humor in my twisted ways. I found out something that was kind of funny weird too, I'm on at least six people's favorite author's lists, and I average four or five reviews a chapter. Not quiet funnny, but an observation. Hope you don't burn yourself out on Dune (Did you know Susan Sarandon, aka Janet is in Sci Fi's new Dune movie? How much has she not moved up in the world?).
I will be marketing sterile mosh pit bears. Look for them at any fine Goth Toys R' Us establishment. Only thirty five ninety five (those peircings cost money!). Sleep is overrated, but not too bad usually. Unless you have a nightmare where at first you have gills, and you're swimming, but then you don't have gills no mo'. That's my least favorite dream.
Ish- Thankyou. The Clash are so awesome, I totally agree with you. Ouch, that sounds like my soccer team on a good night. Our teams are good. We're not bad, it's just that they're better. Ouch you turned them off for Buffy. That hurts. Sorry the leafs did badly. Jean was kind of pathetic, but she's not used to using threatened violence to get her means, like Rogue, or her current writer, moi. Yeah, I think I'm gonna market that bear. A girl witha punked out Smurf tatoo and a good concert. You've seen heaven my dear Ish. Yes, safety in numbers, as Sam predicted, will falil miserably. I had to throw the comment in. Viagra is damned everywhere! I swear, why do old guys wanna have sex anyway? No one'll do them. I don't get it. But it does explain Hugh Hefner. He should doa Viagra comercial. I can't honestly see it haveing the same comedic effect if the insultee were Scott, 'cause you never know. I mean, int he next chapter. . .you'll see.
Disclaimer
If life were perfect, everyone would own the X-men, and we'd all get along harmoniously, and certain plotlines that are very out of character, and obviously plot device dependant (Anyone know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Twenty points, and a fic request if you do), would never have happened. But alas, it did, and we have to deal with not owning anything. Really am I gonna get sued if I don't put this here? I'll gladly give up all I have to Marvel, but it's mainly debt.
***
It was dark in Scott and Jean's room. Scott was asleep on the couch, and Jean was asleep in the bed. Kitty phased herself and Rogue in. Rogue smiled evilly. The first thing she did was absorb Jean and give Scott and Jean horrendous nightmares that they wouldn't wake up from. Then she put a crazy little notion into Bobby's head and let him torment himself.
Rogue used Jean's T.k. to do a little re-arranging in the room. Ororo was the next one to get an idea planted in her head, and she woke up to put 'her' fear to rest. Then Rogue pulled out a bottle of green hair dye she'd been mixing earlier, and dabbed a fair amount on the tips of Jean's hair; just enought so she'd freak out, but not so much that she'd have to chop off all her hair. Last, she stole Scott's pajama top, knowing she'd need it later. Kitty phased them both back out, while Rogue waited to torment Remy.
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Ororo knew what she was doing was unnessisary. The children, except Remy, would be asleep. In order to put this notion of checking on the kids to rest, she decided to check on Jean first. Perhaps it was paranoia from the previous day that had caused Jean to project fear, and Ororo had picked up on it.
The woman almost laughed at herself when she started to open the door by picking the lock instead of knocking. Nonetheless, by the time she started laughing, the door was open, and she was looking in to see. . .An apparently nude Sott, with his arm around an apparently nude Jean, in Jean's double bed, and nothing else. The other students woke up whent hey heard the sounds of Scottt and Jean getting a good old fashioned reaming. Bobby got it all on video tape.
---
When Bobby went back to his room, he got the weirdest idea. "Hey, Sammy?"
Sam lookd at his 'buddy', "Yeah Bobster?"
"Does this remind you of The Shining?"
Sam noticed Bobby lookin very deranged and distrubed. Then, to Sam's annoyance, Bobby began to act exactly like Jack Nicholson's character. And I mean back when good ol' Jack played 'im. Sam saw how scared Bobby was when he started screaming everytime Sam tried to get to sleep. Sam cursed his luck. Then he cursed Rogue; then he cursed Bobby, then he just started cursing. It was better than listening to Bobby, that was for sure.
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Rogue remembered something a few minutes after Ororo had gone back to bed.
"We still gotta do Kurt 'n' Amara. Ah've got the stuff. How did we forget that?"
Kitty shrugged, inwardly ready to cause more chaos. How had Kitty lived her life so far without pranking anybody? It seemed unreal to her. She would definitly take another leaf out of Rogue's book. Kitty phased into Kurt's room, with ORgue behind her.
Kurt was in the bed, and Amara was, for whatever reason, on the couch. Jubilee was huddled in the corner. Rogue went up to the sobbing girl.
"Ah'll tell ya asecret if you tell me why you an' Amara are in mah brothah's room."
Jubilee gave Rogue a dirty look. "I was bothering Amara, so she decided not to suffer alone. We both came in here, and Kurt didn't tell us to leave before he went to sleep, so here we are. What secret do yo have." Even in her very emotional state, Jubilee couldn't resist gossip. It attracted her like a moth to a fire. SHe eagerly listened with her gossip monger hearing.
"The marker on you coat is washable."
Jubilee hopped up, ecstatic. "Thank you!" She seemed to forget that Rogue was the one who'd colored on her beloved jacket in the first place. Rogue took off her back pack, and closed the bathroom door while Jubilee happily cleaned her coat.
With an evil smile, Rogue finished her long awaited revenge. Now it was the time for new revenge. A part of her was glad. With the revenge off her chest, she could actually enjoy being in London. It was her first time out of the country.
Kitty phased Rogue back into her room, and they both collapsed on her bed.
"Yano, Kurt's gonna kill us."
Rogue smiled, a tired, triumphant smile. "Yeah, if he can catch us."
Kitty nodded, "Good point. Is that everyone?"
Rogue went over the list inher head, just to double check. "Mmm hmm. Thanks Kitty."
Kitty looked at Rogue, surprised. "No prob. See you tomorrow. Night Rogue."
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Remy wasn't feeling at all well. For one thing, he knew he was going to have a hang over tomorrow. For another, Logan had driven them both back to the hotel. His healing power making him not drunk enough to drive. Not safe mind you, but not drunk either. For another, his doorknob wouldn't open. For the fourth time. He was getting frustrated. First Rogue manged to filch hi sbatteries, and now he couldn't even get in his own damn door with the key? He checked the number ont he key and saw teh problem. Not his key. Logna was watching, and Remy had up unitl then been ignoring him.
"Ver' funny, Logan. M' key, please."
Logan traded him keys witha laugh,a nd a comment about AA. Remy would have made a witty comeback, but he was tired, drunk, and pissed off. Not a good combo. Baside that, he didn't know which room was Rogue's and she ws hopefully asleep by then. No need to wake her up.
Remy actually got to his bed before he collapsed, which was better than he expected to do. He was so blissfully close ot sleep when someone knocked ont eh door. Thinking it was Logan, and ready to tell the man to piss off, no matter how dangeropus that would be, Remy trudged to the door.
What eh saw when he opened it was not the world's worst driver, and also the best security guard that sid eof the channel, but Rogue. Rogue wearing, Remy quickly noted, seemingly nothing but a guy's pajama top. Said top went down enough to cover her, but not nearly far enough to keep her decent.
Remy kind of stood there with his mouth open. He really wished he could do something beside gape like an idiot, but it took a while for his body to cooperate. Rogue was also smiling, and not, I'm-gonna-rip-out-your-eyes-and-laugh-while-you-bleed-to-death kind of smile, but a pretty real smile, until you noticed her eyes, heavily outlined in black, but not overpowered by eyeshadow like usual, were gleaming sadistically, and also a little bloodshto from lack of sleep. He also noticed Rogue seemed to be wearing a whole lot of lipstick, in a very very dark brown (AN: The make-up had to get a goth upgrade. I hate how her make-up's just dark, but not really very goth. Makes me mad.)
Remy mangaed to wake himself enough to wish his liver into overdrive. Too bad the human body doesn't work like that. He stepped back, allowing room for Rogue get through.
"'Lo, chere. Y'wanna talk, right?"
Rogue walked in, and instead of flopping on the couch, or grabbing the desk chair, like anybody else would have done, she sat on the bed. Not the edge, where it would take a little bit of working for his bogged down brain to get the drift, but in the middle of his miraculously still made bed.
Remy knew he could do one of two things. He could sit beside her and be at a total loss for what to do, like Austin Powers when he thought he'd lost his mojo. The other option was play chicken. See who could out bluff who. He decided eh liekd the chicken idea better. Maybe he'd get lucky and the universe wold throw him a bone. . .so to speak.
He decided to sit next to Rogue, who instictually shot straight up. Remy inwardly smirked, but Rogue played it off. This was better than her first idea.
"Remy, doncha think it's a little hot inhere? Ah hope you don't mind if AH amke mahself more comfortable." Rogue inwardly cringed at ehr choice of words. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. But someoen in her head had done this before, and it seemed more ffectivce than beating his brians out with a tire iron. Come to think of it, Rogue was pretty sure it had been Mystique. [Too late to worry about it now.]
Rogue unbottoned Scott's pajama top, and watching Remy's reaction like a vulture. He was paying rapt attention, and seemed to eb trn as to whether he should watch her hands, or just keep his eyes in one place. He decided on the former when he realized Rogeu was holding the shirt shut. This would be bad. Remy knew he might die from this encounter. But it seemed like the best way to go, so he didn't do anything stupid, like try to stop her.
Rogue smiled outwardly, for once, at Remy's expression. It was what she'd prepared for. When she knew he wasn't going to look away no matter what, she tssed Scott's pajama top off of herself, and by the door, sos he could grab it fast on the way out. After the practical lesson in why the whole lust thing wasn't going to fly well was over.
Remy looked at Rogue, and inwardly said, [Oh fuck.] It was the neglige he'd given her. A nail in his coffin he'd forgotten about. Rogue smiled and got back on the bed, sitting on Remy's legs, just above his knees. Remy looked at his bare hands, and edecided there was no way in hell he could get her off of himself. He did notice Rogue had a couple peircings she definitly hadn't told the professor about. He decided, once his mind back to teh buisness at hand. . .the current problem.
Rogue slowly pulled herself up hs legs, until she could comfortably laydown on top of him, so she wouldn't attract too much attention from the perhaps still awake Logan. not that she needed to worry. Logan was sleeping like a dead person in his room down the hall.
She was a little uncomfortable, because her body seemed to have forgotten how mad the rest of her was at Remy. But at the moment, it was mind over matter all the way. She knew Remy couldn't say the same thing. She was once again reminded of Mystique. [Aftah this, AH'm stickin' to destruction of property.]
Remy prayed that he was the awesome guy eh thought eh was. This would be a bad time to realize he'd been deluding himself. But then again, if he died, he was still okay. Heaven would look like this, and physically feel mostly like this. Hell would emotionally feel like this, and most likely sound like it too, since Rogue had yet to say anything about the current situation. Purgatory seemed to be a place on earth for the night.
"So, Remy, this whacha wanted"
[Yes. Dis just about covers what I wanted.] "I just wanna get t' sleep. M' real tired, an' I swear I di'n't mean t' wa'ch'u. Jes' kin'a happened." [Please work. I might be able to turn this t' my advantage.]
Rogue felt him try to get up, and slid down his legs, so that she was basically sitting on his lap, facing him; her legs folded up under themselves, behind him. She lifted ehrself up a little, being unfomfortable for anataomical reasons, both his anatomy, and hers (AN: I'm Madame Tact I swear. (Well, maybe not Madame, since that reminds me of something kinda like this, but pretty much different. (Once again, tact))). Rogue ws playing with the tought of takinga n eye for an eye. She knew that would not only be perverted, and enjoyable for him, but she would also probably be very tempted to take advantage of the situation, hwich woulnd't sit well with anyone. No matter how much he seemed to think otherwise.
As for Remy, his thoughts were just as bad, and possibly worse. He couldn't keep his mind in one place long enough to figure it out. So, he deicded to ignore it for the tiem being, and concentrate on the reality, which was, as he saw it, Rogue, straddleign him, of her own free will, and through no coercment of his own, wearig somehting he'd bougth for her, knowing full well she would nevere wear it. He was pretty hapy with how the whole thing had turned out so far. The last thing he heard her say, right before he leaned in and kissed her, "Ah thought you'd like ta see me in this."
Rogue fell under Remy's dead weight, which didn't sit well with her legs, but none of the rest of her was complaining after she stopped touching him. She was glad she'd had enough forsight, or too little forsight, depending on which side you take, to keep her gloves on. after stretching her legs,a dn finding a way to get Remy off of her, Rogue quickly hunted down the polariod carema she knew was in there, from when she'd taken the remainder of the wheelchair paint.
After tracking it down, she qucikly arranged Remy on the bed and layed down in front of him. It was only half his idea, and she knew that she would probably have done the same thing if he'd just passed outon his own; if she'd had the idea. After taking the picture, she stole all of his underwear, and replaced it with a very Rocky Horror gold bikin, that ws Bobby's size, and thusly too small. it had actually been bought for Bobby, but she'd figured he'd proabbly suffered enough, and then the whole thing with Remy had given her a new idea for the neglected men's underwear.
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Panther Nesmith