A/N: Been a while! I'm only slightly grump right now, because my floppy won't cough up the hard copy original! With all the new and good stuff! Smashie smashie you evil floppy! Anyway, I'm currently immersed in e-mails, and bad memory crap to try and retrieve the lost portions. If I sound slightly grumpy, that's why. I can remember three things, and nothing of Remy's accent, and I'm rambling. This is short, and a lot of the ideas are from Remy Shall Kill Belladonna. I added the other mutants in, and she ran with the idea. This, is the final result.

Rogue said nothing. Remy's hands were starting to trail South. He started heading up to her forehead. Rogue reached up, and stopped Remy before he reached her forehead.

"Ah don't want ta be responsible for sending you inta a coma or anthin'."

He smiled and nuzzeled his head in her neck. His hands rested safely on her ass. She smiled in response, and just stood there. He squeezed it a little and nuzzeled some more. Rogue jumped a little, unused to such actions. Remy felt her jump and said, "sorry,"

Rogue felt slightly embarrassed. "S'okay..."

"Mmmm, ya smell good chere..."

Before Rogue could respond, a voice entered her head.

"Is it kiwi, banana, an' strawberry??"

Rogue jumped. "Who's there?" She asked, looking around.

"It only meh chere." Remy kissed her neck.

"No, I heard someone else..."

"Who?"

'Rogue! It's Jean! Can you really touch now?'

"Aw, it's just Jean."

"Ok chere."

'Rogue! Answer me! Hello? Are you even there? Has your brain gone on vacation? Kitty said you were kissing Remy! Maybe I'll ask him...'

In the rec room, everyone was gathered around Jean as she tried to contact Rogue.

"Wat dey wan'?"

'Remy!' Jean came flyin' into Remy's brain. 'Can Rogue really touch? Are you kissing her?'

"Ask them if they really did it!" Ray was bouncing up and down, like Jamie on Christmas day. Scott hit him on the back of the head.

Remy smiled and decided to mess with her, 'yes, 'm kissin' her, long, hard, wet...'

Jean relayed the message to the surrounding group.

'That's it!' Thought Kurt, although in German. 'That's my sister he's messin' with!'

'Oh yeah, Jean, we 'ave done it, an' it wa' great, an' she moaned like a wildebeest...'

Jean relayed the message without even really thinking about it. Realizing what she had just said, her eyes flew open and she ran out of the room screaming, while Kurt bamfed away.

"Remy, REMY!" Rogue yelled at Remy, trying to bring him back to the present.

"Huh, wat? oh, sorry, I wa' talkin' t' Jean..."

"What did you tell her?" Rogue eyed Remy suspiciously.

He smiled, "nuthin' t' worry 'bout." He went to her neck again.

Rogue would have let it drop, but something wouldn't let her. She pushed Remy away. "No, what did you tell her?"

"I wa' jokin', an' I said dat we did it, sorry!"

Rogue's eyes flew open. "Ya realize that probably every other student here was listen' to what she said, includin' Kurt..."

Remy looked down, "I said sorry chere. It wa' a joke."

Rogue crossed her arms. "It won' be me that's hurt by this. It won't take Kurt long."

Remy looked up at her, and hugged her again, "'m cold now..." (He still doesn't have a shirt on.) Rogue nodded, and began to walk for the front door. Remy followed, "I still need t' look fo' my shirt."

"Ya better hope we don't run inta Kurt or any of the others!"

Remy ran up the stairs and went into her room. Rogue grinned, and followed at a more sedate pace. Chances were, Remy would be crashing into a large group of girls, all discussing Jean's recent revelation.

Remy luckily avoided the group of girls he saw, and started looking for his shirt. Rogue stood in the doorway, ignored by the group of chatting females. She watched as Remy stripped the room, searching for the lost shirt.

"I can' find it chere!" The group of girls looked up, and saw the very two people they had been talking about. Some very loud giggling ensued. Remy looked at them, and shut Rogue's door.

"Ah think yore more embarrassed 'bout this than I am." Rogue smiled at the Cajun, who was turning more than slightly red.

"Yeah, I only wan' ya t' see my muscles..."

Rogue sighed. "Ah'm sure Scott has a shirt he can lend ta ya, whether he wants ta or not, that has yet ta be seen..."

"Woul' ya rather meh go wit out a shirt, or wit one..."

"Would ya rather Logan or Kurt see ya with a shirt, or without one?" She shot back.

"Ya wound meh!" He found his shirt. "Got it!"

"Well, it might be a good idea ta put it on, cuz Ah think Kurt'll be joining us real soon." Rogue heard a bamf coming from behind the closed door of the room she shared with Kitty. Remy put the shirt on. And smiled at Kurt. Kurt bared his teeth, and growled.

"Woa, calm down!"

"Y'know, Ah have half a mind ta just let him go aftah ya, and see what happens." Rogue smirked.

Remy swatted Kurt away.

Kurt hit the wall, and began another lunge.

Remy ducked, "wat de hell is wrong wit ya brother?!"

"Ah think it's you!" Rogue smiled and wathced Kurt make another stab.

"Kurty, 'm sorry, k, I didn' do nuthin' t' 'er, sware!"

"I'm sure ya didn't!" Kurt growled, and launched himself, only to have Rogue grab his tail, again, but with gloves on this time.

"He didn't Kurt, he was messin' with Jean's mind..."

"Truely, I wa'!" Remy held his hands up in defense. Kurt looked from his sister, to Remy, unsure whether to believe them or not. Remy looked at Rogue, and smiled, slightly.

"He didn't, sides, how could he have? Ah still can't touch no one!" Rogue pulled off her glove as if to emphasize her point.

Kurt muttered a rude word under his breath and bamf-ed out. "Dat went well"

"Now ya only gotta convince Logan, and yore home-free." Rogue grinned some more.