Chapter 4: From a Goth
They both climbed into the black van parked outside the gates of the cemetery, water dripping everywhere, "jesus, its cold," Rogue mumbled, she squeezed the water out of her hair.
Remy sat in the drivers seat, his expression somewhat distant, he shifted his position, "I'm soaked through," he mumbled.
"Me too," Rogue nodded, she squeezed the front of her lace top and some water dripped out of it as a demonstration. "Probably should get back to the mansion.
"Lets just sit here a bit," Remy sighed, "don't feel like going back right away," he pulled a tissue from the glove compartment and wiped his face with it.
"Turn on the heater," Rogue commanded.
Remy did as he was told, soon heat was flowing freely through out the van. Rogue climbed through the seats into the back, he watched her, "what are you doin'?" He asked.
"I need to wring this shirt out, its still soaking wet," she answered, she pulled her jacket off and tossed it aside, she began to unbutton her blouse. Remy turned away, but gazed at the rear view mirror, catching only a glimpse of Rogue and her bra before he gazed out of the window uncomfortably, he heard the sound of water dripping on the floor of the van. He reached over and turned on the radio, trying to tune it into something halfway decent.
Rogue leaned between the seats, still clad in her bra, "is your shirt soaking?" she asked.
"Only a bit."
"Want me to wring it out?"
"Maybe shouldn't…too much exposed flesh here," he gestured to her, "I sure hope you're gonna put that shirt back on," he said.
Rogue climbed halfway over, placing the shirt in front of the heating vent, "when it's a bit dryer," she said, "its lace, probably won't take long to dry," she said. "Why, is it botherin' ya?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "it barely covers you."
"And that's bad because of my powers, or because you're a guy?"
"Both?" Remy asked, "I don't know. I'd feel better if you put somethin' else
on, don't we keep spare uniforms in the back or somethin'?"
"They're being cleaned,"
Rogue replied, "she climbed into her seat again."
Remy glanced over at her, it was the most exposed he'd ever seen Rogue to date, and he grew more uncomfortable every time he looked at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you're not putting anything on and I can?" He asked in a strange tone.
"I thought you'd be used to looking at naked women by now."
"Not naked you though," Remy sighed.
Rogue shivered, "there's nothin' else to put on…"
Remy struggled, taking off his leather coat, "here, this is leather, it didn't soak through, its dry inside," he handed it to her.
Rogue accepted the coat and pulled it on around herself, hugging it to her bare flesh, "smells like you."
"I hope to god that's a good thing," he smirked a little.
Rogue looked at him, "I haven't given you your present yet," she realised.
"You got me a birthday present?" he asked, pleasantly surprised.
"Of course I did," Rogue reached over to the glove compartment and pulled it open, "Here…" she took out a box, "sorry its not wrapped…I'm shit at that kind of thing."
"Its…fine," Remy took the box, it fit into his hand perfectly, he opened it, inside a very plain silver ring with a yellowish-amber coloured stone set in the centre. "Wow…"
"I don't know if it'll fit…if not I can get it resized…" she said, "try it on."
Remy took the ring out, "this is really somethin', chere," he slipped it onto the middle finger of his right hand, "its exquisite…and it fits perfectly…"
"It's the birthstone for November…Citrine I think it's called," Rogue stated.
"Citrine comes from the French word Citron, which means 'lemon'," Remy admitted, he gazed at the ring on his finger. "No girl ever gave me a ring before, Chere," Remy looked at her, "it's perfect."
Rogue smiled, "Happy birthday…" she leaned over to hug him.
He accepted her hug gratefully, and held her close to him, closing his eyes. Already the worries that had plagued him earlier begun to melt away, holding her right there against him felt so right that everything wrong with his life seemed unimportant and distant. He pulled her to him more tightly, sighing happily.
"Feeling better, now?" Rogue asked, her tone hopeful.
"Incredibly," he murmured, he rubbed her back tenderly.
Rogue climbed over between the seats and onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck, "good," she murmured softly, hugging him more.
Remy had his cheek pressed against her chest, the slightly cold wet leather of his own coat between their skin, he closed his eyes, letting her hold him there. Even the pain in his back couldn't bother him now, as he savoured the feeling of the rising and falling of her chest under his cheek.
Rogue smiled to herself, it felt good to hold him this way, close, and personal, it made her breathing slightly tense, but it wasn't worrying her in the slightest. "How sore is your back, Remy?" she murmured curiously.
"Not too bad," he mumbled, face pressed against her breasts.
"Is my weight hurting you?"
"Not in the slightest," he sighed happily, "I think the painkillers takin' effect," he opened his eyes, caught by surprise to feel her hand inside the front of his shirt, he hadn't even felt her unbutton the shirt in the first place. His skin felt more sensitive to the touch than it might have normally, he wasn't sure if it was just the cold, or if it was just that he was far more excited than he usually allowed himself to become. "Hmm…what'cha doin'?" he asked softly, he didn't even look at her.
"Is it botherin' you?" she asked softly.
"I…not in the bad way," he whispered, his face flushed, and he shivered under the lacy touch of her finger on his right nipple, "you sure you wanna be doin' this…in a van…parked outside of a graveyard at eleven pm?" he asked, he leaned back into the seat, finding her eyes.
"As long as its just me and you, it doesn't matter where," she murmured, she pushed his shirt past his shoulders.
Remy tried to pull her closer to him, but she broke free of his arms, he looked at her confusedly.
"Don't, I'm not quite ready to be touched yet…" she looked at him very seriously, but then her expression softened into a smile, "But…I'm ready…to go where…" she looked at his bare chest, the fingertips of her lace gloves tracing shapes down his skin, "many women have gone before…" she trailed off, she laughed nervously, "just don't laugh if I screw up, alright? I've never done this before…"
"You won't screw up," he laughed softly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end in anticipation, his heart thudding nervously in his chest, "but…if I let you do this…then you gotta be gentle, you always forget how strong you are compared to me…" he reminded softly.
"I know…" she looked into his eyes, just trust me, I'll be gentle," she promised, she shifted back a little, straddling his knees, her back pressed against the steering wheel, the horn gave a beep of protest, she laughed a little, "kinda awkward," she struggled a little.
"He could go elsewhere," Remy suggested.
"Here is fine," Rogue assured, she undid the buckle of the silver belt he was wearing, she noted with much surprise he was watching every moment of her hands, she'd never seen him look so nervous. She found herself wondering if he was so nervous with other women, or if this was just because it was her sitting there on his lap, about to touch him in ways she'd never touched another human being before.
Remy stopped her hands from going further, "wait…" he said, "this isn't right…" he sighed. He'd been willing to let her do as she wished, but another look through the rainy drivers side window into the cemetery made him realise this wasn't exactly how he'd pictured his intimacy with Rogue to be.
Rogue looked at him, "isn't right?" she asked incredulously, "Remy…what are you talkin' about? Why isn't it right?"
"I always thought that when we got intimate, it was gonna be in a candle lit room…" he admitted, "somewhere romantic…"
"This is romantic, Remy, the rain on the roof, runnin' down the windows, we're both soakin' wet, and we both want each other, don't we?"
Remy didn't have a counter-argument to her point, "I…uhm…"
"Don't tell me you're shy."
"No, Remy LeBeau is not shy!" he boomed, he sat up a little straighter, "It's just a handjob in the front seat of a van in front of Bayville cemetery isn't exactly my whole idea of seduction," he admitted, "its kind of creepy."
Rogue laughed, "Creepy?"
"Yeah, it is…dead people are lyin' like twenty feet away…doesn't that give you the heebie-jeebies?" Remy asked attentively.
"Not really," Rogue smirked.
"Gah, what could I expect from a goth," He rolled his eyes, but smiled, "I bet you'd fuck me on a grave if you could."
Rogue burst out laughing, the vision of that in her head, interesting and naughty as it was, seemed far too unlikely and comical to take seriously. "What do you suggest then?"
Remy paused for thought, "If we go back to the mansion, someone's likely gonna interrupt, but if we stay here…" he said, "we're disrespectin' the dead," he said.
"You didn't strike me as the kind of guy to let some dead people stop you gettin' some action," Rogue rested her arms around his neck.
Remy looked at her, "My daughter is buried in that cemetery…" he reminded seriously.
Rogue felt a little disappointed, "so…we're not…going to do this, then?"
"Not here," Remy answered, "can…we go somewhere else?"
"Where?"
"Hotel."
"I can't afford that."
"I can."
"Remy, we need to be back home in like half an hour…if we're any later than that, the Professor will ground me 'til I'm eighteen…"
Remy looked at her, "then maybe we shouldn't do this until you are eighteen, then no one can say anythin' about it."
"Remy…that's too long away…"
"Am…I not worth waiting for?" He raised an eyebrow, but smiled.
"Of course you are," Rogue ran her fingers through his soaked hair, "I just…I wanna… make you feel good…" she trailed off.
"You do make me feel good," Remy said, "You don't have to touch me there to do it, neither," he admitted.
Rogue smiled a little, "You're sweet, but…"
Remy put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, "but nothin'…we can wait," he smiled, "besides, we're both still soaked through…and…we don't wanna risk catchin' colds…we get home, get dry and warm, maybe spend the night talkin', watch a movie in the rec room?"
Rogue smiled a little, "okay."