Chapter 5: Don't Stop

             Remy LeBeau entered the bathroom in the boys dorm with a sigh, it had been a long night and he was chilled to the bone, and before he could think about going downstairs to watch a movie with Rogue in the recreation room, he knew he needed to have a hot shower.

             Since it was a school night, the halls were quiet, most of the students already in bed, and there was no fighting for the bathroom like there usually was – thankfully.  Sighing and peeling off his damp clothes, he thought of how he'd managed to avoid another sexual confrontation of Rogue's.  This time it hadn't been easy, they'd been so close, and she'd been ready, he'd saw it in her eyes.  This wasn't just a whim.  She'd meant what she'd said, she wanted to please him, and he had to admire her for it, but there was something in him that wanted to hold back as long as he could until it felt right completely.

             He turned on the hot water and climbed into the shower large shower stall, pulling the frosted glass panel closed, and pushing his face under the spray of water, the warmth comforting to his cold skin.  He turned and let the water rush against his back, the heat soothing the pain that was already returning, he closed his eyes and tried to will the pain away, but it didn't work.  He wondered how much longer it would be before the pain would disappear completely and he could rejoin the rest of the team in training and in missions once again.  He'd missed the action and the exercise.

             "Remy?"

             Remy's eyes snapped open, he opened the glass panel slightly and peered out, Rogue was standing, and to his surprise a rather large heavy looking weight was wedged in front of the door, he assumed to stop anyone from walking in.  Rogue was clad in a simple black all over body suit, he recognised it as being part of her uniform, she was wearing socks, and leatherette gloves.

             "Hey…" he trailed off, looking confusedly at her.

             "How long you gonna be?" she asked, she stood with her arms folded.

             "Ages, I just got in," He replied, "You got changed fast, did you even take a shower?"

             "Nope," she replied softly, "I was hoping…you'd let me in with you."

             "Chere, I'm totally nude in here, trust me, you don't wanna come in here, it'd scar you for life," he replied, a nervous smirk forming on his face.

             "I'll take that chance," Rogue said.

             "Chere, you can't…if we touch…"

             "That's why I'm wearing this," she gestured to her bodysuit, "so we can't…" she added.

             Remy wondered strangely how much of his nude body she could see through the frosted glass of the shower stall, "I uhm…"

             "Even Logan is fast asleep downstairs on the couch in the living room," Rogue said, "snorin' real loud…he'll be asleep for ages, and the Professor is at a conference in Chicago," she admitted, "Hank is in bed…Ororo is out…"

             Remy sucked in a breath, "You did a pretty thorough check by the sounds of it," he admitted.

             Rogue shrugged, "we won't be disturbed, like you thought," she stepped closer, looking at him, her expression wanton, reminding him of the night she'd feigned a seduction scene to try and get out of being caught in the act of sneaking in his room.  He moved back from the panel as Rogue opened it, and stepped in, closing it behind herself.

             Remy had never felt more self-conscious of his body than he did at that moment, as Rogue, for the first time, took in every part of him with her eyes.  He'd been closer than this to her just as bare as he was now, but she'd never looked at him then the way she was now.

             Rogue felt timid the moment she'd stepped in, she'd swallowed her inhibitions and headed there to find him, she was determined to see sides of Remy that other women had, she didn't want to be the one left out.  Now standing there in front of him, she found herself wondering what she'd been thinking. 

             "I told you it'd scar you for life," Remy gave a meek smile, and looked at her, his hair dripping around his face, framing his chiselled features.

             Rogue stepped closer, "I'm not scarred, just surprised…" she murmured, "standin' there like that, you remind me of some greek statue…" she chewed her lip, "although more well-endowed," she caught herself looking down at him, "you are right, that picture of the gay porn star you stuck your head on is nothin' compared to you…" she admitted.

             Remy pursed his lips together, he wanted to laugh, but he was afraid laughing might kill the mood – whatever that mood might be.

             "Oh my god you have a tattoo…" Rogue whispered, she noted on his bare left hip was a tiny spade, if she hadn't been looking so closely it might have appeared to be a mole. 

             "I'm just full of surprises, huh?" he swallowed nervously, the water still running down his back.

             "I can't believe I'm standing here seeing you like this…" Rogue whispered, "I mean…I saw you naked before…but I didn't look at you…like this…"

             Remy leaned sideways into the nearby tiled wall, the water dripping down the side of his neck, cascading down his chest, "so…you've got me cornered.  I don't have any more excuses to not be with you, chere…"  he looked at her, "so tell me…" he chewed his lip for a moment, "what'cha gonna do."

             Rogue felt this was a good question, just what did she expect to do with a man in a shower?  "Hand me that shower gel, there," she gestured to the bottle hanging from the hook on the wall.

             Remy reached over and pulled it down, he held it down towards her, his hand steady, but he could feel his own trembling inside, "y'know…when I made birthday wishes…this probably wasn't one of them…this is more like a dream than a wish…" he drew his breath, watching her, she opened the cap of the shower gel and she poured the green liquid onto his chest, he shivered at the feeling of the cold gel against his warm skin.  "A…a very…hot…dream…" his voice faltered.

             Rogue smirked a little, she felt as nervous as he looked, "Usually you're so forward, Remy…why so nervous?"

             "I don't know…maybe because I don't wanna screw up…" Remy looked at her, "how can you be in here with me…and expect me to not wanna touch you…"

             Rogue smiled a little, "You can hold me, just…don't touch me," she looked at him, she circled her fingers gently against the blob of gel upon his skin, watching it lathering, bubbles beginning to stream down his chest with the water.

             "You must trust me if you expect me not to while you're in here with me…while I'm like this…" he looked down at her hand.

             "Of course I trust you," Rogue moved her other hand to his chest, circling her palms around his pectorals, the lather becoming thicker, "you trust me, right?"

             "One-hundred-percent," he swallowed.

             "Close your eyes," Rogue whispered.

             He closed his eyes, bottom lip trembling, he found himself wondering how far she was going to go this time, he reached out and pulled her closer to him, his arms around her svelte figure, he rested his head against the cool tiles of the wall, holding onto her.  He felt her hands travel against his shoulders, his neck, down his upper arms, then up again, back down his chest to his stomach. 

             Rogue glanced down to below his waist, she wondered if he was ready for the next step, she let her hands pass down just a little lower, watching him suck in his stomach, his breathing becoming an audible anxious gasp.  The excitement in him was growing, and she was able to see how much, he'd never been more sexually vulnerable right then, and this time he wasn't stopping her from going further, she glanced to his face, his eyes were still closed, his mouth hanging open, the water spilling down around him.

             "Are you going to protest?" she whispered.

             He didn't give an answer, her hand was travelling lower, she was so close to touching him where he needed to be touched the most, his heart began to beat furiously, his body flushing passionately with desire.

             She leaned a little closer and whispered near his ear, "do you want me to?"

             Remy wanted to answer but his voice didn't seem to be responding, he squirmed uncomfortably, his breathing heavy.

             "Yes, or no, Remy?"

             "Yes…" he whispered, more of a heavy moan.

             She lowered her hand, taking a hold of him gently, even through the leatherette of her glove, it felt strange to touch him there, she heard a low throaty moan pass his lips, she watched his face, the pleasure so evident there, his eyes tight, mouth hanging open.  She would have given anything to kiss him right then.

             Rogue let her hand slide along his throbbing member, she kept her eyes on his expressions, watched them change.  His eyes never opened, but he moaned softly in response to each touch she applied, he gripped her closer.

             "Am I hurtin' you?" Rogue murmured softly, she stopped for a moment to look at him, she needed to confirm what he'd said earlier about her strength, she knew it was possible and way too easy for her to hurt him without meaning to.

             "No…" he gasped, "don't stop," he pleaded, "not now…" his breathing was becoming more laboured, "please…"

             Rogue chewed her lip, enjoying the effects she'd brought upon him, "please what?" she murmured.

             "Please…" he swallowed, he was finding it difficult to talk, the desperation weighing on him, he was becoming so close he couldn't stand it anymore, "touch me…" he groaned.

             Rogue smirked a little and placed her hand back upon him again, stroking, watching his expressions again, she could see the build up on his face.

             "Oh god…" he moaned softly, he seemed to almost collapse against her, his face against her shoulder, pressed against the fabric of her uniform.  She realised he was spent, and it was over, she wrapped her arms around him and held him, she felt his heart thudding against her own, she closed her eyes and smiled to herself serenely.