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Sphink Chick-I'm glad you've come to terms. He's not that gay, but you have fueled a plot bunny. The ultimate irony. I think he and Pietro have somethin' goin' on inh te cartoon. Just from the one where they're trying to find Apocalypse's tomb, and John's all hurt and Pietro's all over him. You area psycho, but I love you for it. I'm sorry for hte late upfdate, but this one was quick, no? I should get some points for that. Way to use Australianisms! FUnny can be a noun if you want.
Eileen-You're not ion the Jamie/Sabretooth (Jamietooth) clique? *asp* I mean, it's like RoLO in comic verse! Actually, I think Jamie would have sex with Sabretooth before Ororo would do Logan. I just don't see her being into Logan like that. Sorry girls, get over it. This update was quick! Please forgive me!
Seven-*pours* Here's another shot for ya girl. I should be cuttin' ya off, but hey, this ain't the kinda bar that's gonna stop you form gettin' your fix. And you're payin' your tab now, so we got no problems.
If aI had to choose between messing around with Remy and keeping a crappy maid's job it wouldn't take me too long. ABout as long as it'd take to change out of my maid's uniform and run up to his room. But yeah, he's off limits to fangirl avatars. And if you wanted to kill the hot sexy maid I'd be forced to cut you off. Dunno how I'd do it. . . Anyway, I think Remy's probably had all the STDs that you can get over, and has an immunity. Hey, yano, even though we make him by far the skankiest X-man, he's absoloutly without illegitamate kids or vindictive girlfriends (minus Belladonna, if you deem to include her). Hmmm. ANd he is definitly not all talk.
Streak 2-Thank you.
Ev1ta-I'm glad you liked the line.
Caliente-Isn't P.o.ed Rouge fun? I did notice I ick on Sammy a lot. I think it's because he's from vaguely where I live, and has the most stereotypical past. I mean, a Kentucky coal miner's son? C;mon. DOes his cousin/brother breed horses and live in a trailer too? I'd be nicer to him if Marvel seemed to put somethought into his character. He got screwed in the back story area. Maybe I should be nicer to him. . .
Ish-I'm going to keep writing if this story series ends. I don't think I could stop, actually.
Okay, Ish, I'm sorry, but if anyone, beside Rogue, has Remy rubbing against their leg, it's gonna be me. Then you, or Chaos. Then the other member of RABID, and then the highest bidder. But, alas, none of us will have him rubbing against our limbs. But hey, we get beers. RABID will slowly work its way into the mainstream, unitl we have those fools at Marvel cowering under our rule! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ahem. Anyway. . .enjoy the chapter.
Chaos-I'm glad I've inspired this track and field event. I like people who review as they read. *hugs Chaos* For this you get. . .beer! In the fic, of course. Pirates fot he Carribean was good, and X2 lost points for the Rogue/Bobby stuff, and lack of Gambit (beside his damn name). You got hit by a baseball? Must be playing it next door. Damn kids, can't keep their balls in their gloves. (Hee hee) Oh, baseballs for RABID business? We could do that. *evil look* Roberto has his reason for stcking up for homosexuals, though I doubt he'll get married anytime soon. He couldn't stand Canadian winters. Hell, I'm surprised he can stand New York winters, when I can't deal with Ohio winters. Loser solar powered guy. Anyway, enjoy!
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The X-men were all crowded in the English version of Applebees. Almost everyone with a fake I.d., and a few who just looked older than they actually were, like Remy and John had mixed drinks. John was Roberto's date, though it was phrased differently, concealing Roberto in the closet a little longer. By the end of the night he would be shoved out, but that's later.
Rogue was next to Remy, frequently drinking his alcohol. She was pretty sure it was a bad idea, but hey, why not? Remy grinned at her, not minding if she stopped thinking a little bit. Hey, it was a vacation after all. Time for things to loosen up (But no one'd told his pants).
Rogue was being pretty quiet actually. She was sitting closer to him than Ray, who was on her other side. Remy wondered why she hadn't yelled at him at least once, since he was avidly discussing something that sounded a lot like the satanic intervention rumor.
"S'matter, chere? Y' doan seem t' be celebratin' like de rest."
Rogue looked at him, mildly surprised before grabbing his drink, again. "Ah'm celebratin', just not fo' the same reason as everyone else. Or in the same way. Ya sure ya don't mind me dirnkin' ya. . .whatevah this is?"
"No, drink up. An' I know whacha mean 'bout havin' somet'in' else t' celebrate. De world's been a pretty alright place recently."
"With short breaks ta be mad as hell at it."
"Yeah."
they sat in silence for a few minutes. Remy reclaimed his drink and finished it. They both looked at their largely ignored food. It wasn't really the food's fault they weren't interrested in it. They were just too busy getting drunk. Well, semi-tipsy at least. They knew Logan would stick them in the danger room for the rest of their lives if they got drunk.
Finally Remy decided to say soemthing. "Tol' y' I'd be good f'r y'."
Rogue shook her head, picking at her french fries. "Nah. We'ah the worst fo' each othah. We just don't know it 'cause we'ah masochists."
Remy grinned down at her. Rogue was trying to ignore the fact that Ray had stolen way too much alcohol from Tabitha, and was leaning a little too close to her for comfort. Remy gently shoved Ray over, so that he was instead leaning on a fully sober and mildly irked Sam (AN: I only pick on poor Sammy becasue I love him (well, pleutonic like at least)).
"God bless masochism." Remy said, hoping that Rogue would be the only one to hear.
And Rogue did hear. She laughed a little, and grinned. Unfortunatly Tabitha heard it too.
"HA! So you _are_ a dominatrix! I'm taking that as an admission."
Rogue smirked at the blonde. "Tabitha, Ah have mo' Ah'm not confessin' to than you have ta admitt to."
Suddenly Kitty yelped and shoved her chair back. John, who was sitting next to her, looked at Roberto, who was across the table. Roberto's expression was 'Oh shit, Kitty's gonna kill me'. John smirked and grabbed a waitress, who happened to be walking past at that second. Her name tag said S.C.
"Excuse me, love. Can I have a doggy bag to put my friend in when the enraged teeny bopper finishes with him?"
The waitress smirked at him, blushing a little. "Sure thing. Will he need a large bag or small?"
John's eyes widened and his grin got bigger. "I dunno, love. Haven't gotten that far yet."
The waitress pouted a little. John leaned back, enjoying the attention. He knew Roberto's misaimed grope was for him, but this was almost as fun. And Roberto would probably still want to feel him up later. This waitress would only be there for a few minutes.
Suddenly, a tallish girl with thick black glasses walked past the drooling waitress and stopped. She shook her head and grabbed the blushing girl's arm.
"C'mon Sphinx. This isn't your table. Flirt with your own customers."
S.C. pouted, but went to take care of her tables. The quasi-goth chick looked over the table.
"Don't ever work with obsessive fan girls."
With that, the second waitress, whom everyone was sure they'd seen before, but couldn't decide where, went to serve the next table, which had the two life guards from the last chapter kicking back and drinking (Canadian) beer, while looking over blue prints marked 'Marvel Floorplan', and muttering conspiratorily. The waitress sat with them and pointed things out on the prints.
Roberto watched all of this in horror. Well, all except the lifeguards' blueprints. Kitty ran to the bathroom, to freak out by herself. John saw his new 'friend' was about to loose his cool. And his place in the closet.
"C'mon Roberto, love. Let's go for a walk."
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Tabitha motioned toward Kitty's retreating form with her fork. "Behold, our next project, since hooking you two up worked so well. You in, Rogue?"
Rogue shrugged. "Why not?"
Remy shook his head. "Always somet'in' goin' on. Never a dull moment, or a second t' catch y' breath."
Rogue looked at Remy quizically. She wondered what had brought this attack of semi-depression on. She couldn't think of a reason, but a cure was pretty obvious to her.
"C'mon. Ah'm not very hungry, an' Ah doubt you are. We'll find ourselves some space ta breathe."
Remy inwardly smirked. His ploy was playing out perfectly. Now, if they could actually find a place to be alone this would be even better than the lingere he'd put in her bag. Just thinking about that made him want a private place.
Rogue walked to Logan and told him they were going out. Logan gave her the keys to the teacher's car, and reminded her of the curfew. Rogue nodded, while Remy entertained the image of her perched on his hips, nude, moaning, begging him for more. Even more entertaining was imagining giving her more.
Rogue elbowed Remy, who had gone semi-catatonic.
"Ah sho' hope ya imagin' me right now, else Ah'm gonna get real mad."
Remy discreetly tried to wrap his coat around himself as they made their way out of the restaurant.
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The teachers had aparently been listening to Queen's greatest hits on the way to the restaurant. The song playing was 'You're My Best Friend'. Both southerners fought hard not to sing. They were looking for quiet after all.
Finally Rogue pulled into the park. Remy thought, briefly, that he'd been really smart to enlist Todd to keep Raven occupied. Then his mind went back to Rogue. It didn't help that he knew _exactly_ what she looked like sans clothes. The thought that he really shouldn't crossed his mind, but got a lead pipe to the base of the skull from his libido.
They were looking for a place to sit when a motorcycle roared into the parking lot. John was driving it, with Roberto behind him, holding on for dear life. Rogue awwed and grinned at Roberto before turning her thoughts back to Remy. What she wouldn't give to be able to do whatever he was imagining right that second. Hell, she'd settle for just sharing the same bed as him, without sex, if she knew he wouldn't wind up in a coma because of it.
Instead of parking on the nearest bench, the pondering couple continued walking, subconsciously happy to be with someone, but consciously wanting to do more than they could.
Roberto and JOhn sent of on the path going to opposite way. Roberto was thankful to have found someone as hot as John (no pun intended), who wanted to have sex with him. There wasn't all that much emotion behind it, but hey, they'd just met a day ago. If it had been Lance instead of John, they would still be getting to know each other. Roberto preferred just getting right down to the sex. He was just so desperate for action. Hell, even Sam had sex before him. Sam of all people!
Rogue was broken out of her 'borrowed' sexual fantasy (you guessed it, one of Remy's), to look around bewilderdly. A four peice band was in a gazeebo next to the path. They were playing a showtune by the sound of it. Rogue fought hard to refrain from singing.
"'Scuse me," Remy said, having also been interrupted in his thoughts by the band's playing. The conductor, whho had a beard and ponytail turned to look at Remy.
"Yes?"
"Why y' playin' showtunes in de park?"
"We're practicing for pit crew."
"Dollar. . .pound for the song?" a buff guy holding a trumpet asked.
Rogue shook her head and they went on their way. The band began to play again, as from the oter side of the clearing a loud Australian accented voice sang, "I used to tell myself that I had everything. . ."
Rogue finally got tired fo wandering. She motioned toward another clearing. Remy followed behind her. When they decided they weren't walking anymore, Remy took his trench coat off and sat on it, patting the fabric next to him. Rogue sat down, and got comfortable.
"Y' been pretty quiet, chere."
"Ah been thinkin'."
"Really? 'Bout what?"
"You."
Remy nodded. "I been thinkin' 'bout you too."
"Yeah, and probably the same way Ah was thinkin' too."
Remy gave Rogue a semi-confused look. "Y' really t'ink so?" [Okay. Y' get de thinkin' question right, but now she wants t' know _what_ y' thinking. De truth, how much y' want t' rip her clothes off 'n' ravage her, is he wrong move. Why do women do this?]
"Yeah. That kiss earlier. . .Ah want more."
[Thank you merciful God. I can die happy now. Well, okay, I'd die even happier under other circumstances but . . .Death by foreplay. Wait, no, focus.]
[Oh God. He's all quiet. What the hell? There ain't no way _Ah'm_ the forward one.]
"I can give y' more."
Rogue sighed. "Ah wish."
"If ' really do. . ." Remy wrapped his hand around her waist (I promise this won't get graphic). Rogue pulled away.
"Ah want more than just an orgasm. Ah want you." Rogue resisted the urge to motion with her hands. She knew he caught the implications, no need to be overly blunt (AN: I know I can find an innuendo to put here).
"Tell me 'bout what you want. Exactly. In explicit detail."
Rogue thought about this for a second. "Only if you do." [This should be fun. Ah wondah if anyone else just desctibes sex ta the person they wanna. . .save that thought for Remy.]
"Deal."
They spent the rest of the night sitting, eventually with Remy's arms around Rogue, talking about what they would do if they could touch.
***
I like my fluffness. Things start to wind down soon. Next chapter may be the last.
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Panther Nesmith
I actually started on this right after I uploaded the last chapter. I think I should get an award.
Reviews!
Sphink Chick-I'm glad you've come to terms. He's not that gay, but you have fueled a plot bunny. The ultimate irony. I think he and Pietro have somethin' goin' on inh te cartoon. Just from the one where they're trying to find Apocalypse's tomb, and John's all hurt and Pietro's all over him. You area psycho, but I love you for it. I'm sorry for hte late upfdate, but this one was quick, no? I should get some points for that. Way to use Australianisms! FUnny can be a noun if you want.
Eileen-You're not ion the Jamie/Sabretooth (Jamietooth) clique? *asp* I mean, it's like RoLO in comic verse! Actually, I think Jamie would have sex with Sabretooth before Ororo would do Logan. I just don't see her being into Logan like that. Sorry girls, get over it. This update was quick! Please forgive me!
Seven-*pours* Here's another shot for ya girl. I should be cuttin' ya off, but hey, this ain't the kinda bar that's gonna stop you form gettin' your fix. And you're payin' your tab now, so we got no problems.
If aI had to choose between messing around with Remy and keeping a crappy maid's job it wouldn't take me too long. ABout as long as it'd take to change out of my maid's uniform and run up to his room. But yeah, he's off limits to fangirl avatars. And if you wanted to kill the hot sexy maid I'd be forced to cut you off. Dunno how I'd do it. . . Anyway, I think Remy's probably had all the STDs that you can get over, and has an immunity. Hey, yano, even though we make him by far the skankiest X-man, he's absoloutly without illegitamate kids or vindictive girlfriends (minus Belladonna, if you deem to include her). Hmmm. ANd he is definitly not all talk.
Streak 2-Thank you.
Ev1ta-I'm glad you liked the line.
Caliente-Isn't P.o.ed Rouge fun? I did notice I ick on Sammy a lot. I think it's because he's from vaguely where I live, and has the most stereotypical past. I mean, a Kentucky coal miner's son? C;mon. DOes his cousin/brother breed horses and live in a trailer too? I'd be nicer to him if Marvel seemed to put somethought into his character. He got screwed in the back story area. Maybe I should be nicer to him. . .
Ish-I'm going to keep writing if this story series ends. I don't think I could stop, actually.
Okay, Ish, I'm sorry, but if anyone, beside Rogue, has Remy rubbing against their leg, it's gonna be me. Then you, or Chaos. Then the other member of RABID, and then the highest bidder. But, alas, none of us will have him rubbing against our limbs. But hey, we get beers. RABID will slowly work its way into the mainstream, unitl we have those fools at Marvel cowering under our rule! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ahem. Anyway. . .enjoy the chapter.
Chaos-I'm glad I've inspired this track and field event. I like people who review as they read. *hugs Chaos* For this you get. . .beer! In the fic, of course. Pirates fot he Carribean was good, and X2 lost points for the Rogue/Bobby stuff, and lack of Gambit (beside his damn name). You got hit by a baseball? Must be playing it next door. Damn kids, can't keep their balls in their gloves. (Hee hee) Oh, baseballs for RABID business? We could do that. *evil look* Roberto has his reason for stcking up for homosexuals, though I doubt he'll get married anytime soon. He couldn't stand Canadian winters. Hell, I'm surprised he can stand New York winters, when I can't deal with Ohio winters. Loser solar powered guy. Anyway, enjoy!
***
The X-men were all crowded in the English version of Applebees. Almost everyone with a fake I.d., and a few who just looked older than they actually were, like Remy and John had mixed drinks. John was Roberto's date, though it was phrased differently, concealing Roberto in the closet a little longer. By the end of the night he would be shoved out, but that's later.
Rogue was next to Remy, frequently drinking his alcohol. She was pretty sure it was a bad idea, but hey, why not? Remy grinned at her, not minding if she stopped thinking a little bit. Hey, it was a vacation after all. Time for things to loosen up (But no one'd told his pants).
Rogue was being pretty quiet actually. She was sitting closer to him than Ray, who was on her other side. Remy wondered why she hadn't yelled at him at least once, since he was avidly discussing something that sounded a lot like the satanic intervention rumor.
"S'matter, chere? Y' doan seem t' be celebratin' like de rest."
Rogue looked at him, mildly surprised before grabbing his drink, again. "Ah'm celebratin', just not fo' the same reason as everyone else. Or in the same way. Ya sure ya don't mind me dirnkin' ya. . .whatevah this is?"
"No, drink up. An' I know whacha mean 'bout havin' somet'in' else t' celebrate. De world's been a pretty alright place recently."
"With short breaks ta be mad as hell at it."
"Yeah."
they sat in silence for a few minutes. Remy reclaimed his drink and finished it. They both looked at their largely ignored food. It wasn't really the food's fault they weren't interrested in it. They were just too busy getting drunk. Well, semi-tipsy at least. They knew Logan would stick them in the danger room for the rest of their lives if they got drunk.
Finally Remy decided to say soemthing. "Tol' y' I'd be good f'r y'."
Rogue shook her head, picking at her french fries. "Nah. We'ah the worst fo' each othah. We just don't know it 'cause we'ah masochists."
Remy grinned down at her. Rogue was trying to ignore the fact that Ray had stolen way too much alcohol from Tabitha, and was leaning a little too close to her for comfort. Remy gently shoved Ray over, so that he was instead leaning on a fully sober and mildly irked Sam (AN: I only pick on poor Sammy becasue I love him (well, pleutonic like at least)).
"God bless masochism." Remy said, hoping that Rogue would be the only one to hear.
And Rogue did hear. She laughed a little, and grinned. Unfortunatly Tabitha heard it too.
"HA! So you _are_ a dominatrix! I'm taking that as an admission."
Rogue smirked at the blonde. "Tabitha, Ah have mo' Ah'm not confessin' to than you have ta admitt to."
Suddenly Kitty yelped and shoved her chair back. John, who was sitting next to her, looked at Roberto, who was across the table. Roberto's expression was 'Oh shit, Kitty's gonna kill me'. John smirked and grabbed a waitress, who happened to be walking past at that second. Her name tag said S.C.
"Excuse me, love. Can I have a doggy bag to put my friend in when the enraged teeny bopper finishes with him?"
The waitress smirked at him, blushing a little. "Sure thing. Will he need a large bag or small?"
John's eyes widened and his grin got bigger. "I dunno, love. Haven't gotten that far yet."
The waitress pouted a little. John leaned back, enjoying the attention. He knew Roberto's misaimed grope was for him, but this was almost as fun. And Roberto would probably still want to feel him up later. This waitress would only be there for a few minutes.
Suddenly, a tallish girl with thick black glasses walked past the drooling waitress and stopped. She shook her head and grabbed the blushing girl's arm.
"C'mon Sphinx. This isn't your table. Flirt with your own customers."
S.C. pouted, but went to take care of her tables. The quasi-goth chick looked over the table.
"Don't ever work with obsessive fan girls."
With that, the second waitress, whom everyone was sure they'd seen before, but couldn't decide where, went to serve the next table, which had the two life guards from the last chapter kicking back and drinking (Canadian) beer, while looking over blue prints marked 'Marvel Floorplan', and muttering conspiratorily. The waitress sat with them and pointed things out on the prints.
Roberto watched all of this in horror. Well, all except the lifeguards' blueprints. Kitty ran to the bathroom, to freak out by herself. John saw his new 'friend' was about to loose his cool. And his place in the closet.
"C'mon Roberto, love. Let's go for a walk."
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Tabitha motioned toward Kitty's retreating form with her fork. "Behold, our next project, since hooking you two up worked so well. You in, Rogue?"
Rogue shrugged. "Why not?"
Remy shook his head. "Always somet'in' goin' on. Never a dull moment, or a second t' catch y' breath."
Rogue looked at Remy quizically. She wondered what had brought this attack of semi-depression on. She couldn't think of a reason, but a cure was pretty obvious to her.
"C'mon. Ah'm not very hungry, an' Ah doubt you are. We'll find ourselves some space ta breathe."
Remy inwardly smirked. His ploy was playing out perfectly. Now, if they could actually find a place to be alone this would be even better than the lingere he'd put in her bag. Just thinking about that made him want a private place.
Rogue walked to Logan and told him they were going out. Logan gave her the keys to the teacher's car, and reminded her of the curfew. Rogue nodded, while Remy entertained the image of her perched on his hips, nude, moaning, begging him for more. Even more entertaining was imagining giving her more.
Rogue elbowed Remy, who had gone semi-catatonic.
"Ah sho' hope ya imagin' me right now, else Ah'm gonna get real mad."
Remy discreetly tried to wrap his coat around himself as they made their way out of the restaurant.
---
The teachers had aparently been listening to Queen's greatest hits on the way to the restaurant. The song playing was 'You're My Best Friend'. Both southerners fought hard not to sing. They were looking for quiet after all.
Finally Rogue pulled into the park. Remy thought, briefly, that he'd been really smart to enlist Todd to keep Raven occupied. Then his mind went back to Rogue. It didn't help that he knew _exactly_ what she looked like sans clothes. The thought that he really shouldn't crossed his mind, but got a lead pipe to the base of the skull from his libido.
They were looking for a place to sit when a motorcycle roared into the parking lot. John was driving it, with Roberto behind him, holding on for dear life. Rogue awwed and grinned at Roberto before turning her thoughts back to Remy. What she wouldn't give to be able to do whatever he was imagining right that second. Hell, she'd settle for just sharing the same bed as him, without sex, if she knew he wouldn't wind up in a coma because of it.
Instead of parking on the nearest bench, the pondering couple continued walking, subconsciously happy to be with someone, but consciously wanting to do more than they could.
Roberto and JOhn sent of on the path going to opposite way. Roberto was thankful to have found someone as hot as John (no pun intended), who wanted to have sex with him. There wasn't all that much emotion behind it, but hey, they'd just met a day ago. If it had been Lance instead of John, they would still be getting to know each other. Roberto preferred just getting right down to the sex. He was just so desperate for action. Hell, even Sam had sex before him. Sam of all people!
Rogue was broken out of her 'borrowed' sexual fantasy (you guessed it, one of Remy's), to look around bewilderdly. A four peice band was in a gazeebo next to the path. They were playing a showtune by the sound of it. Rogue fought hard to refrain from singing.
"'Scuse me," Remy said, having also been interrupted in his thoughts by the band's playing. The conductor, whho had a beard and ponytail turned to look at Remy.
"Yes?"
"Why y' playin' showtunes in de park?"
"We're practicing for pit crew."
"Dollar. . .pound for the song?" a buff guy holding a trumpet asked.
Rogue shook her head and they went on their way. The band began to play again, as from the oter side of the clearing a loud Australian accented voice sang, "I used to tell myself that I had everything. . ."
Rogue finally got tired fo wandering. She motioned toward another clearing. Remy followed behind her. When they decided they weren't walking anymore, Remy took his trench coat off and sat on it, patting the fabric next to him. Rogue sat down, and got comfortable.
"Y' been pretty quiet, chere."
"Ah been thinkin'."
"Really? 'Bout what?"
"You."
Remy nodded. "I been thinkin' 'bout you too."
"Yeah, and probably the same way Ah was thinkin' too."
Remy gave Rogue a semi-confused look. "Y' really t'ink so?" [Okay. Y' get de thinkin' question right, but now she wants t' know _what_ y' thinking. De truth, how much y' want t' rip her clothes off 'n' ravage her, is he wrong move. Why do women do this?]
"Yeah. That kiss earlier. . .Ah want more."
[Thank you merciful God. I can die happy now. Well, okay, I'd die even happier under other circumstances but . . .Death by foreplay. Wait, no, focus.]
[Oh God. He's all quiet. What the hell? There ain't no way _Ah'm_ the forward one.]
"I can give y' more."
Rogue sighed. "Ah wish."
"If ' really do. . ." Remy wrapped his hand around her waist (I promise this won't get graphic). Rogue pulled away.
"Ah want more than just an orgasm. Ah want you." Rogue resisted the urge to motion with her hands. She knew he caught the implications, no need to be overly blunt (AN: I know I can find an innuendo to put here).
"Tell me 'bout what you want. Exactly. In explicit detail."
Rogue thought about this for a second. "Only if you do." [This should be fun. Ah wondah if anyone else just desctibes sex ta the person they wanna. . .save that thought for Remy.]
"Deal."
They spent the rest of the night sitting, eventually with Remy's arms around Rogue, talking about what they would do if they could touch.
***
I like my fluffness. Things start to wind down soon. Next chapter may be the last.
I came in here for a special offer, guaranteed REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith