Chapter 5: First Touch
Rogue slipped away upstairs when Remy was busy talking with the others about his situation at the Muir Island research centre, she'd taken the key from Remy some time ago, and thus, went to the hotel room he'd booked, she wanted to be alone. She was pretty sure – as of how late it was now – that she most definitely wouldn't be going back to Muir Island. The ferry wouldn't be heading that way anymore. She could fly back to the Island, but she didn't feel like using her powers tonight. She felt like being alone.
She slipped off her glove and stared at the ring, the sparkling of the gems almost mesmerising her for moments, she was unsure how long she'd sat there staring at the glove, when the door opened, and Remy stepped in, "you…didn't lock the door," he gestured to the door.
Rogue made a face, "still not used to locking doors yet," she reminded.
Remy locked the door promptly, and walked over, "you disappeared, I looked everywhere for you…"
"You found me," Rogue pointed out with a shrug.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Rogue sighed, "I'm just kind of tired I guess," she admitted, she glanced to the window, she could see it was raining heavily outside.
"You're not having second thoughts already, are you?" He asked, he took his jacket off and tossed it to the side somewhere.
"No…" Rogue shrugged, "does Xavier know where we are?"
"Fortunately, no. You're meant to be sharing Kitty's room tonight," he stated, "he doesn't know we're sharing this room tonight."
"We're sharing a room?" Rogue asked, as if only having realised it.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Of course," Rogue admitted, "Just caught me by surprise, is all…"
Remy took his shirt off and tossed it where the jacket was, he yanked the clear nicotine patch off of his arm, tossing it into an ashtray, "damn thing…" he said, "It's ran out…" he searched through his pocket for another patch, "its all I can do to stop myself from covering my entire body with the fucking things," he said irritably.
"I can't believe you'd stop smoking for me," Rogue pulled her glove back on.
"Y'know how HARD it is not to light up a cigarette after dinner?" he asked, "jesus, its murder, I hope you appreciate how far I'd go for you," he found another patch in his pocket and opened the packet, he slapped the patch on briskly, sighing.
"Poor baby…" Rogue stood up and walked over, "dying for a cigarette and all."
Remy tapped his fingers on the nearby cabinet, "yep, dying for one…but I won't, he looked at his watch, its been since midnight last night, its now eleven…I'm almost there, if I can get past a day without them I know I can do it…"
Rogue smiled, "twenty-three hours is a big achievement, Remy…"
Remy gave a nod, he looked down at her, he smiled faintly, "see…I'd do anythin' to be with you…" he said, "I told you I would."
"Why didn't you just taper off?" Rogue asked, "start slow and slowly remove the addiction rather than just stopping fully?"
"Because if I was gonna do it, I had to do it right," Remy answered, he put his arms around her slowly and pulled her a little closer.
Rogue placed her hands upon his chest, and traced the contours of his pectoral muscles, he watched her a little curiously, the concentration in her face quite apparent.
"What are you doing?" he asked very softly.
Rogue gave a shrug, as if she wasn't quite sure, her fingers dancing down his ribs, moving along to his washboard abdomen, "Kitty was right, you do have a chiselled body…" she admitted.
"Kitty said that?"
"Yeah," Rogue drew her breath, "and like I said…she's right," she moved her hands back up, to his shoulders, his neck, and running her hands down his arms, he caught her hands as she moved her hands down.
"Maybe you shouldn't," he murmured, he drew his breath, the excitement building up in him, it had been a long time since he'd felt a touch in the way she was applying to him, new passions erupted inside of him, stirring him.
"Why?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Because it's…I could easily get carried away, and that's not a good thing…"
"Maybe it is…" Rogue looked at him, breaking her hands away from his and placing them upon his broad chest once again.
Remy looked away, "I…uh…" he sucked in a large breath, exhaling slowly, hoping he could breathe his excitement away. It wasn't quite going away though, if anything, it was only getting worse, his blood racing, heart pounding, and his mind swarming with thoughts of how long it had been since he'd felt the touch of a lover.
Rogue could see he was close to giving in, she had him on the brink of giving in, it was so close, one more move would take him right over the edge, he wouldn't be able to fight it anymore if she did.
She asked herself if that was what she really wanted, and the answer only came up as yes, she did. She moved her hands downwards, fingers dancing playfully down his stomach, and then below the belt that was holding up his black creased pants.
She heard him suck in a nervous and excited breath, knowing now he was over the edge for sure, Remy closed his eyes, his face twisting into pleasure and at the same time the kind of desperate expression that said it wasn't enough. He was biting into his bottom lip, quite hard.
Rogue's heart thudded, the realisation of what she'd just done sinking in. Even with the confines of fabric between them both, nothing could have been as erotic as that first touch, finally she was able to see the look on his face she knew many other women had seen on him on nights of passion. It was rewarding, it was electric.
It was kind of annoying when just as it looked things might go somewhere, there was a knock at the door.
"Christ," Remy gave a gasp, "who the fuck knows we're here…"
Rogue made a face and headed over to the door, she yanked it open, Kitty stood there. "How did you know we—"
"Jean sensed you up here…" Kitty admitted, "Professor Xavier is gonna be sending Logan and Ororo to check everyone is in the rooms they should be – you probably should be in here…"
Remy swore under his breath and stomped off into the bathroom quickly, Rogue frowned, "Jesus, you sure know how to pick your moments, Kitty…" Rogue whispered.
"Why?"
"Uhm…we were in a private discussion," Rogue lied, "gimme five minutes…" she said.
"Fine, I'm in room ninety-eight, PLEASE be there within fifteen minutes, or someone is gonna come looking for you," Kitty said, and left.
Rogue headed off to where the bathroom was, Remy had turned on the shower, and from the look of the water, with no apparent steam emanating, it looked like it was bound to be a cold shower too. "I have to go," she sighed.
"I noticed," Remy put his hand under the water as if to check the temperature.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. Its what cold water was made for," Remy remarked a little coldly, he looked away, his excitement still obvious even to the naked eye.
"Well…I didn't know she was gonna come interrupting, did I?" Rogue reminded. "I'm about as pissed off with it as you are…"
"I know, I know…" he sighed, he ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with his discomfort.
"But I have five minutes…" she added.
"Five minutes just ain't gonna be enough," he looked away, he unbuckled his belt, "Just go, and…we'll catch up later or something."
"I can maybe sneak out after everyone's asleep?" Rogue asked
"No…don't…" he said, "Chere…we CAN wait…I can wait…" he looked away, "despite what my fucking body is trying to tell me, I know I can…jesus, I never needed a cigarette more than now."
Rogue laughed a little, "don't be so dramatic," she patted his cheek gently, "you sure you don't want me to swing by later?"
"I'm sure…I've been tired…I'll sleep easier now that you've accepted the ring…and…after a cold shower I should be right as rain…" he mumbled "hopefully," under his breath.
"If you're sure…" Rogue trailed off.
"I am," he smiled a little, "Just go before I change my mind."
"Maybe I want you to," Rogue blushed.
"Too bad, get out of here, you bad girl," Remy smirked, his eyes glittered in amusement.
"Okay," Rogue smiled, she kissed the tips of her gloved fingers and touched them to Remy's mouth, "Night."
"Night, chere," Remy murmured, smiling, he kissed the tips of her gloved fingers, then watched her leave him.
Rogue left the room feeling sullen, she was slightly agitated that Kitty had come to interrupt, it had been so perfect, and to touch him had been so wonderful and adventurous, and scary, and exciting all at once. She cursed Kitty having interrupted, and she headed down in the elevator to the second floor, and began to look for room ninety eight.
"Engaged, huh?"
Rogue spun around, at her back, Jared as standing midway down the hall, leaning against a wall casually, his blue hair loose around his face.
"Yes, I am," she said coldly.
"I doubt that's gonna last," Jared remarked bitterly.
"Well it is…so you can forget about trying to interfere, it's not gonna happen, get over it…" Rogue stated, and this time she was pretty sure of it. She was determined that Jared Rickman was not going to ruin her happiness, she was determined he would not break her and Remy up.
"We'll see about that."
"You do anything to try and get between us and I will kick the fucking shit out of you myself powers or no powers," she said, "so watch your back you fucking asshole, because now you've really pissed me off."
"You wouldn't hurt me. You couldn't hurt anyone."
"Try me," Rogue muttered, and fuming, she walked off in a stomp.