Shout Outs:
The Untouchable Rogue: Aw, sorry you didn't like that last song, it's one of my favs, but hey it's cool no worries. I get a whoooole jar of cookies!?!?! Rock on! *accepts and shares with all reviewers* You're sweet.
Rogue Warrior Spirit: Thankies! And he will I assure you, prolly not in this chapter, but soon.
ishandahalf: Thanks! And do you think I'm gunna make it that easy? Dooon't think so, but it did make a little progress on her. And trust me that Cajun has more than just cards and an arm up his sleeve. ~_^
Author's Note: After seeing this Saturday's ( Oct. 4th) episode of X-Men Evolution I've changed the time line a little of this story and I'm making it take place a few months after "Cajun Spice". I'm a woman, I got a right to change my mind so if don't like it weell :P nyah! hehehe
Legal shi-- I mean Legal Stuff .: I don't own X-Men Evolution *sniffles* Not even Remy, but I'd like too. . oh yes yes I would, Cajun spicey *licks lips* .. I don't own the song either, Kelly Osbourne does.
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(Lyrics)
~Telepathy~
' Thoughts '
Let Go.
Chap 5: Contradiction
It had been one of the best nights' sleep Rogue had in ages. But why? Was it because of Remy? Impossible. He could't have such an effect over her like that. No guy could, not her, not the untouchable mutant goth. For a long time she simply lay in bed, the song still playing on her cd player. Why did he do this? Was he playing a game? Or could it be someone finally cared about her as more than just a friend? Nah. Couldn't be that...why would he torture himself by falling for a girl he can't touch? Grumbling Rogue slid deeper into her bed covers and turned over, maybe it was all just some evil dream and if she goes back to sleep and wakes up it will all be gone...maybe.
Suddenly the smell of fire and brimstone wafted into her room. Groaning, Rogue pitched her nose and lifted her head only to stare right into the two blue eyes of Nightcrawler," Yer as bad as Kitty ya know that? Neva knockin, jus' portin' where eva tha hell ya want. I COULDA BEEN NAKED OR SOMETHIN'!"
Kurt fell back off his sister's bed with a thud as she yelled at him," Sorry, sorry. I'll used the door an knock next time okay?" Slowly the fuzzy blue dude stood up rubbing his behind looking around," Wow...so this is why Vemy wanted to know what kind of flowers you liked." The Elf seemed generally impressed however he was also worried, worried about his sister's sometimes fragile state of mind and heart. He did not want her to get hurt," So...you like him?"
She just stared. And stared. How dare he ask her that?...Of course she didn't...or well maybe she did, just a little. 'Grr.' Definantly Rogue shook her head," No, ah don't. " She lied somewhat.
(When I see you I forget all that I saw I don't feel you anymore Oh I need you But I don't need nothing at all...)
Kurt shook his head and sighed ' Why won't she let herself like anyone or anything? Sure she can't touch but it's like she's a hermit or something'," He sure likes you though."
Rogue laughed," Like hell he does, it's jus' cuz ah'm untouchable, ah present a challenge ta him. He's playin games." But a part of her did not want to believe what she had just said at all. Sighing she threw back her covers causing roses to fly every where, stood up and slipped on her gloves," Trust me Kurt, no one would eva like me for reals." But what if Remy did? What if...She shook her head 'Stop thinkin' like that gal ain't no use ya jus' settin yaself up for a bad fall an' heart ache.'
"Anyhow Vogue, better hurry or you're going to be late for the Saturday morning Danger Room session." Kurt walked towards the door," I'll wait for you and we can walk down together."
The goth balked," Whut!?! Even with Kitty an' Scott an' Jean an' whoeva else gone we're still havin' a session!"
With that Kurt nodded and shrugged slipping out of the room so Rogue could change.
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The remaining X-Men for the weekend stood lazily around the Danger Room with it's circular silver walls and the control room over head. Within the Control Room sat Professor Xavier, leader and mentor to his X-Men ~ Alright Team, today's exercise will have you pairing off into teams of two.~ A groan sounded from the collective. Xavier choosing to ignore it went on with his telepathic intstructions. ~ Teams are as follows; Magma and Iceman, Storm and Gambit, Beast and Meltdown, Wolverine and Rogue, Colossus and Nightcrawler, Mutliple and Wolfsbane. At the sound of the buzz the objection of today's session will have you working together with your team mate and working against everyone else to find your way out of a maze.~ At the word maze, the room suddenly shifted into a outdoor scene and before the X-Men lay a stone and hedge created maze. ~ The first team out of the maze wins.~ The man permently confined to a wheelchair pressed a small red button which told the X-Men to begin the exercise.
" Come on Big Blue!" Tabby(Meltdown) called to Beast as she ran into the maze excitedly," This is gonna be a peice of cake I tell ya!"
Dr McCoy shook his head wondering why he had to get the crazy one and bounded after her," Tabitha wait, we're a team we must stick together and work as one and not as two seperate halves."
Amara looked towards Bobby slowly and rolled her eyes," Come on." With that the pair walked calmly into the maze enterance, Amara every so often smacking the back of Bobby's head as he tries to hold her hand.
Kurt looked at Piotr. Piotr looked at Kurt. Tension seemed evedent indeed. Both boys liked their fellow team mate Kitty, and both shared a deep hate for Lance Alvers, who still at times tries to gain the girl's affections. Kurt then smirked slightly," I could teleport us to the finish you know." Suddenly a voice echoed in not only Kurt's mind but everyone else's ~ Forgive me my X-Men, I forgot one small detail. Once you step into the maze, your powers are null.~ Kurt groaned the loudest out of all the teens and Wolverine.
Rogue however did not seem to worried about it, neither was Storm she noticed, but Rogue had a better reason then her to be glad her powers were gone. Looking towards Logan, the goth moved," We betta git started, without yer sniffer we're gunna be at this all damned day Wolvie."
Logan nodded," Right Stripes." With that his large hand came to rest on her shoulder as they dissapeared into the maze openning soon followed by Rahne and Jaime.
Remy still leaned against the wall of the room before the maze enterance. His skilled hands flushing a deck of cards, he did not hold a happy expression across his face at all. No he wasn't very happy at all, infact he was down right annoyed, pissed, and irritated. What the hell was Xavier thinking? Pairing up Rogue and Logan... it should have been him and Rogue and not that animal. Esspecially with her powers gone...wait...Rogue's powers gone. The Cajun Scoundrel smirked and looked towards his partner," Stormy, shall we get dis party started?" The smirk on his face became almost devilish," Remy got a plan chere."
Storm landed to the ground, there was no point in her falling once they entered the maze really," A plan? Pray tell." She asked in amusement.
"We, follow dem." A half gloved finger pointed towards Logan and Rogue," T'ink bout it, Wolvie may not have his super sense or not'ing, but he's still good at what he does."
Her face fell. 'Damnit, damnit, damnit!' Rogue had heard the Cajun's master plan and was not pleased, looking to Logan she spoke up smartly," Sounds like we're gunna have some tag-a-longs Logan." The Goth motioned behind them with her thumb.
The gruff man snorted," Go figure." He paused, waiting for the Goddess and the Thief to catch up," If yer going to follow us, might aswell join us Gumbo."
Storm nodded and looked to her protege," He has a point." Then her blue stare moved to Logan," Plus, I am sure knowing Charles this maze will not be a walk in the park, perhaps we can use eachothers' assistance."
'Please say no, please say no' Rogue folded her arms glaring at Remy who could do nothing but smirk and wink at her annoyingly. 'Damn him, damn him!' Quickly she shot a look to Logan that professed how badly she wanted him to say no.
(But your kiss That I don't miss And you smile That I defile And oh your touch It ticks me off and Oh your way It makes me crazy...)
Logan chose to ignore the look Rogue gave him, if she had any brains in her head, which he knew she did then she would know this was a good idea," Alright, which way do you think we should go?" His steel irises looked to Remy," Gumbo. Use that metal stick of yers to vault up on the wall and get a view."
Remy bit back a comment 'He calls me dat one more time--'
" I said move it Gumbo now."
Rogue snickered knowing by the look on the Swamp Rat's face he did not like being called Gumbo 'Ah'll hafta remembah that one.'
" Remy gittin' Homme. Merde!" ' Bastard ' Gambit thought to himself as his fingers quickly retracted a small pen like silver object from his trench coat. Pressing the left sde of it, the object extended with a swift sound into a bo-staff. Twirling it a moment expertly, Remy then jammed one end into the ground and pushed off, vaulting foward to land feet first ontop of the wall," Well most everybody is headin' to de west...however dere seems to be a shorter way two or so turns down." For his vantage point, Remy could see were most everyone was headed and none of them seemed to be making much progress.
"Alright, get yer ass back down here." Logan ordered taking the leader position of said alliance.
Nodding Remy jumped down from the wall landing right infront of Rogue," Bonjour mon Chere." He smirked taking her gloved hand in his and lifting it to his lips for a kiss.
Instantly Rogue tugged her arm sharply away from him," Keep yer paws an' lips offa me Swamp Rat." Her green orbs glared at him if looks could kill style.
" How did de River Rat like 'er room?" His demon eyes quickly scanned about the faces of the adults to find Logan staring at him coldly 'Aww, what de matter tough guy? Remy charmin' your girl?' Quickly her returned his gaze to Rogue," Well Chere?"
" Ah..Ah..." 'Damn him!' Her eyes quickly skirted away from his," It was um...really sweet..." Her normally challenging tone went soft, like a whisper. Almost scared to admit the truth.
(I don't want you Do you want me It's an addiction The friction of contradiction...)
Remy gleamed. He was getting through to her, looking towards the parts of the maz ahead of them another idea came to his smarmy scoundrel of a mind," Remy jus' fulla ideas today Mes Ames." Sure enough, Storm and Logan both turned to look at him each quirking a brow," Was t'inkin' we could split up? Use our com-links."
Storm and Logan both realized what the New Orleans Charmer was up too. He wanted to get Rogue alone. However it would be Logan's decision as he was playing I'm The Leader at the moment," We could, but that would put us back as we first started Gumbo."
" Non." Remy shook his head," Roguie an' moi, you an' Stormy." 'Go with it you hairy claw poppin--'
" His idea is not bad Logan." Storm spoke up understanding what Remy was trying to do," Charles set this up so we could indeed split up within our teams as our coms will only work with our team member. Your's will only go to Rogue's and Remy's will only respond to mine."
' Whut tha hell!?! Storm's stickin' up fer that annoyin' Swamp Rat!' Rogue scowled even more now towards all three of them," Personally ah think we oughta stick tagether."
Logan and Storm looked at eachother a moment in silence, both thinking just about the same thing. Nodding Logan turned and looked to Rogue," Listen Stripes, this will be good for ya. Have I ever made ya do something not good for ya?"
The River Rat huffed," No..." 'Hairy pain in mah ass' Rogue added silently in her head.
Logan nodded," Right then. Stripes and Gumbo take the left, 'Ro and I will take the right."
"After you Chere" Remy smirked as Rogue waltzed passed him in a annoyed huff. Before trailing off after her, the Swamp Rat turned and bowed towards the two adults," T'anks." With that he was off to woo the Rogue and beat this maze along the way.
" Think she'll kill'em?" Logan peered at Storm almost worried.
" Hard to say my friend, hard to say." With that the two adults moved in the opposite direction of their young comrads.
(I love you, I love you, I love you when you go. I love you, I love you, I love you so tell me no. I love you, I love you, I love you leave me alone. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you I need you so...)
They walked in silence for the most part, at turns or forks in the maze, Remy would vault once more up onto the wall top and gaze around to see what way to go next, or what direction. The last time the two teens had been alone like this was several months ago in New Orleans, when theyh ad rescued Remy's adoptive father Jean-Luc LeBeau, head of the Thieves Guild. And for a time it had made Rogue feel better to know and realize that despite what she had done to Mystique that her "Family" still loved and appericated her, even Kurt, but it was her own self she still had yet to forgive and it was/is possible she never really would.
" So...Remy see dat you still one unhappy girl. T'ough he took care o'dat." His red on black eyes stole a sideways glance at the goth ' What does she want me ta do? Git down on my knees and beg'er?' Silently he sighed, maybe this was a lost cause, maybe--' Non! Remy snap outta it, dis girl is charmable, all filles are! Jus' up de ante' mon ami.' Right. Up the ante' easier said then done.
At Gambit's reminding her of the time he kidnapped her to New Orleans, Rogue nerviously began to chew at her lower lip silently thinking over his question ' It's nonna his business...but if ah dun't say somethin' he'll pester it outta me...' The heavily make-uped green gaze peered side ways at the Cajun just as he did her. Quickly Rogue found her boots very interesting to stare at and shrugged," Um...ah'm still dealin'..."
"Wit'?" He was going to make her tell him, one way or the other," Ya know Rogue, I wasn't lyin' when I said I cared. Like Remy tol' ya people who care watch over you." He quickly eyed her hand, then stepped infront of her taking her hand in his and slowly removing the glove that adorned it.
" Are ya nuts!?! Ah swear ya got a death wish or somethin'." Quickly she pulled her hand away and snatched her glove back refitting it to her slender hand," An' quite frankily it ain't nonna ya business why ah'm unhappy! Ah am cuz ah wanna be. It's who ah am an' if ya dun't like it well tough shit Gumbo." With that she moved to stalk away only to feel him roughly grab her wrist and slam her back against one of the stone walls of the maze," Lemme go!"
She might aswell have slapped him. The look in his eyes told her that and that she had pushed him way to far," Non." Now it was his turn to push her by invading her precious personal space," Now. You gonna listen ta Remy an' you gunna listen good." He smirked as she struggled against him," Better quit dat Chere, might get me all excited." He flashed her a daring grin then chuckled as a crimson shade raced across her cheeks and she immediately stopped moving against him save for her now heavy breathing," Dats a good fille." He moved closer, fully pinning her against the wall with his body and holding her hands above her head by her wrists," Now, as I was sayin' Rogue you gonna listen to Remy an' listen good--"
" Go ta Hell." She glared at him, shooting emerald daggers from her eyes. 'How dare he!'
" No t'anks chere, Remy was in 'ell for two years dat was plenty for him." He pressed against her more, his face mere inches from her's now enjoying the fact she was becoming highly uncomfortable and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it," Now, dis is how de gator ate de chickens. You want 'elp Rogue? Or do you jus' want sympathy an' everyone ta feel sorry for you?" He paused a moment.
" Ah--"
"Non. I'm not done yet." He smirked, her breath warm against his skin as he was sure his was on her skin' She has really pretty eyes...pitty she wears all dat shitty make-up.'," You don't strike dis Cajun as dat typa girl Rogue, dis woo-poor-as-me act really needs ta go away. So you made a mistake, everyone else 'ere has told you dat if dey were you dey woulda done de same damned t'ing." He looked her straight in the eyes, but she looked away," Non. Wrong choice Chere'." Roughly he kept a hold of her wrists with one hand and brought the other down to lift her chin and force her to look at him," Remy know it's hard, hard to forgive an' forget wit' youself--"
" Yer hurtin' me! Lemme go!"
" Good. Some physical hurt might do you some good. Cuz right now chere you're killin dis Swamp Rat." There. He had said it, he had spoke the truth. He cared about her, he liked her alot," Yeah dat's right Rogue, someone actually like de untouchable mutant, de goth, de ice bitch. I like you Rogue. Alot." At this words he took one of her hands in his own, never leaving her gaze which was now locked in shocking disbelief on his. Gently he removed the glove from her hand, he watched her lip quiver in fear," Don' worry chere, not'ing can 'appen member, we in de maze." He cooed softly as he exaimed her hand," Une telle belles mains et peau molle" Taking each of her fingers, treating them like delicate flowers he kissed all five from thumb to pinky on the tips just behind her nails, his own thumb massaging her palm.
(Tell me more now, but don't let me know to much the knowledge screws me up. I may want you, but I don't want nothing at all, but your time when I'm busy and you're mind to make me dizzy. I'll be fine when you don't miss me, you'll be mine when you don't piss me off. Why can't you see right through me and my addiction for friction and contradiction?...)
She felt her breathe catch in her throat. Her mind was a jumble, dizzy and swimming. His touch so warm on her cold, cold skin; his breath almost melting her as it caressed her face," Ah...ah..dun't care..." She tried to blurt out with conviction, but it came out almost a whisper, a hoarse one at that.
" You so sure bout dat?" His other hand which had all this time been holding her left arm about her head slid down the lenght of her form and to rest at her hip near the pocket of her pants, a slow smirk fell across his lips as she shivered at his touch," Les choses que je pourrais faire, je pourraient vous enseigner Rogue. Si seulement vous me laisseriez, il y a tellement de moi veulent vous montrer que, montrez vous au sujet de l'amour et s'inquiéter de quelqu'un le soin de la manière I au sujet de vous." Keeping her gaze on him, remy slipped his fingers into her pocket and with drew something from it, a playing card namely the Queen of Hearts, the same card he had given to her in New Orleans before they had parted," Dis says otherwise chere" He held the card up before her eyes then returned it to her pocket and resting his hand at her waist.
" Lemme go...please, Remy ah..." She did not like being so close to another being like she was now with or without her powers. Now that her chin was free from his grasp she looked down again and away from his almost hypnotic gaze.
" Non." Gently this time his hand found her chin again and raised it so she would have to look at him, but still her eyes remained down casted," Look at me Rogue." Lightly his thumb grazed across her lips, which parted willingly at his touch.
A sharp intake of air as her lips parted at his touch, her gaze slowly lifting to meet his, she tried to speak to push him away, but just somehow couldn't bring herself to do it ' He's gunna kiss me...' Her chest was now rising and falling at a deep and rapid rate," Please..." She begged breathelessly.
" Please what hm?" He smiled, she was slowly falling for him," Do dis?" His lips slowly grazed across her lips replacing his thumb, then came to rest almost against her's," Les lèvres aiment le satin, pitty vous cachez elles et votre beau visage sous toute cette peinture de visage." He smirked, every movement of his lips causing them to touch her's ever so sligtly.
"Stop tryin' ta--"
His index finger quickly came to press against her lips," Ssh." His finger left her lips as his hand moved slowly through her hair coming to rest against the back of her head and his hand that all this time had been massaging at her waist moved so his arm now incircled her," Ever sense de first time I layed eyes on you, do dat cave when you kissed me even if you were under Apoclypse's control I have not forgotten about you chere...I cannot, ever since dat killer of a kiss you gave dis Cajun he's been done hung up on you." Licking his own lips slightly he leaned closer to her face, practically kissing her," Laissez-maintenant moi renvoyer la faveur." Tipping her head a little to the side he kissed her, mentally smiling as she melded into the action and seemingly returned it.
'Tell me ah'm dreamin'...he is sooo not kissin me!' But much to Rogue's own shock he was and then to even further shock herself she returned the action, her now ungloved hands coming to rest on his arms, her heart rate increasing with each passing second the kiss went on. She wanted more, his kiss was intoxicating much like liquor she figured would be, she was getting drunk off his touch, off his kiss.
Shifting a little against her, Remy slowly deepened the kiss as she parted her lips granting him freedom to do as he basically pleased. Gently his tongue crept passed her slowly swelling lips to rest atop her's allowing her to get used to the idea ' Dat a boy Remy take dis slow an' easy.' He thought to himself remaining paced and slow. He moved again, pulling back to allow them both a quick breath before allowing his tongue access into her mouth again.
She almost gluped the air as he parted their lips a moment, this was indeed new to her, everything; the sensations she was feeling the excitement of wanting much more than this kiss and the reactions of her own body that was slowly betraying her mind. This time when he re-entered her parted lips she met his tongue with her own grazing across it slowly. 'Remember, he's jus' playin' games what would a guy like him want with a girl he could neva touch except durin' stupid Danger Room excerises?' At that thought Rogue's green stare suddenly snapped open and her hands moved between them planting firmly on his chest pushing him away," Ah said let me go!"
"Merde!" He wasn't expecting her to push him back so hard as he fell to the ground on his behind and stared up at her in disbelief," Rogue--"
"No. Now ya shut tha hell up an listen ta me! Yer fulla shit, ya don't care bout me, ah'm jus' a challenge ta ya cuza mah powers!" As she yelled at him the maze slowly began to fade and the Danger Room began to return to normal. All eyes fell on Rogue who was now towering about Remy who seemed to have been layed out flat by the girl, which he had been," Go ta hell." Snatching her gloves from the ground she quickly, with her bare hand powers now reactivated slapped him across the face and fled the Danger Room.
( I love you, I love you, I love you get out of here. I love you, I love you, I love you when you're not here. I love you, I love you, I love you you're killing me. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you whats wrong with me?)
Logan stared at Remy with a killing expression before walking over to him and picking him up from the floor only to slam him up against the wall," What the hell did you do to her Gumbo?"
Remy glupped, this was diffinitely going to be a long day as three very sharp, very indistructable, shiny claws threatened him as they did not so long ago on a murky night in the New Orleans bayou, but only difference was then Rogue saved him...this time she wasn't here to do so.
TBC
Author's End Note: What will happen now? Will Logan slit Remy's throat for hurting Rogue? Will they have a knock out drag out? Who might have seen what really happened that spooked Rogue into slapping Remy? All will be answered in the next chapter. MRAHAHA! Aren't I just eviiiiiil? . Read and Review thankies!
French Translations:
veulent vous montrer que, montrez vous au sujet de l'amour et s'inquiéter de quelqu'un le soin de la manière I au sujet de vous. Translation:The things I could do, I could teach you Rogue. If only you'd let me, there is so much I want to show you, show you about love and caring about someone the way I care about you.
Les lèvres aiment le satin, pitty vous cachez elles et votre beau visage sous toute cette peinture de visage. Translation: Lips like satin, pitty you hide them and your lovely face under all that face paint.
Laissez-maintenant moi renvoyer la faveur. Translation: Now let me return the favor.
The Untouchable Rogue: Aw, sorry you didn't like that last song, it's one of my favs, but hey it's cool no worries. I get a whoooole jar of cookies!?!?! Rock on! *accepts and shares with all reviewers* You're sweet.
Rogue Warrior Spirit: Thankies! And he will I assure you, prolly not in this chapter, but soon.
ishandahalf: Thanks! And do you think I'm gunna make it that easy? Dooon't think so, but it did make a little progress on her. And trust me that Cajun has more than just cards and an arm up his sleeve. ~_^
Author's Note: After seeing this Saturday's ( Oct. 4th) episode of X-Men Evolution I've changed the time line a little of this story and I'm making it take place a few months after "Cajun Spice". I'm a woman, I got a right to change my mind so if don't like it weell :P nyah! hehehe
Legal shi-- I mean Legal Stuff .: I don't own X-Men Evolution *sniffles* Not even Remy, but I'd like too. . oh yes yes I would, Cajun spicey *licks lips* .. I don't own the song either, Kelly Osbourne does.
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(Lyrics)
~Telepathy~
' Thoughts '
Let Go.
Chap 5: Contradiction
It had been one of the best nights' sleep Rogue had in ages. But why? Was it because of Remy? Impossible. He could't have such an effect over her like that. No guy could, not her, not the untouchable mutant goth. For a long time she simply lay in bed, the song still playing on her cd player. Why did he do this? Was he playing a game? Or could it be someone finally cared about her as more than just a friend? Nah. Couldn't be that...why would he torture himself by falling for a girl he can't touch? Grumbling Rogue slid deeper into her bed covers and turned over, maybe it was all just some evil dream and if she goes back to sleep and wakes up it will all be gone...maybe.
Suddenly the smell of fire and brimstone wafted into her room. Groaning, Rogue pitched her nose and lifted her head only to stare right into the two blue eyes of Nightcrawler," Yer as bad as Kitty ya know that? Neva knockin, jus' portin' where eva tha hell ya want. I COULDA BEEN NAKED OR SOMETHIN'!"
Kurt fell back off his sister's bed with a thud as she yelled at him," Sorry, sorry. I'll used the door an knock next time okay?" Slowly the fuzzy blue dude stood up rubbing his behind looking around," Wow...so this is why Vemy wanted to know what kind of flowers you liked." The Elf seemed generally impressed however he was also worried, worried about his sister's sometimes fragile state of mind and heart. He did not want her to get hurt," So...you like him?"
She just stared. And stared. How dare he ask her that?...Of course she didn't...or well maybe she did, just a little. 'Grr.' Definantly Rogue shook her head," No, ah don't. " She lied somewhat.
(When I see you I forget all that I saw I don't feel you anymore Oh I need you But I don't need nothing at all...)
Kurt shook his head and sighed ' Why won't she let herself like anyone or anything? Sure she can't touch but it's like she's a hermit or something'," He sure likes you though."
Rogue laughed," Like hell he does, it's jus' cuz ah'm untouchable, ah present a challenge ta him. He's playin games." But a part of her did not want to believe what she had just said at all. Sighing she threw back her covers causing roses to fly every where, stood up and slipped on her gloves," Trust me Kurt, no one would eva like me for reals." But what if Remy did? What if...She shook her head 'Stop thinkin' like that gal ain't no use ya jus' settin yaself up for a bad fall an' heart ache.'
"Anyhow Vogue, better hurry or you're going to be late for the Saturday morning Danger Room session." Kurt walked towards the door," I'll wait for you and we can walk down together."
The goth balked," Whut!?! Even with Kitty an' Scott an' Jean an' whoeva else gone we're still havin' a session!"
With that Kurt nodded and shrugged slipping out of the room so Rogue could change.
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The remaining X-Men for the weekend stood lazily around the Danger Room with it's circular silver walls and the control room over head. Within the Control Room sat Professor Xavier, leader and mentor to his X-Men ~ Alright Team, today's exercise will have you pairing off into teams of two.~ A groan sounded from the collective. Xavier choosing to ignore it went on with his telepathic intstructions. ~ Teams are as follows; Magma and Iceman, Storm and Gambit, Beast and Meltdown, Wolverine and Rogue, Colossus and Nightcrawler, Mutliple and Wolfsbane. At the sound of the buzz the objection of today's session will have you working together with your team mate and working against everyone else to find your way out of a maze.~ At the word maze, the room suddenly shifted into a outdoor scene and before the X-Men lay a stone and hedge created maze. ~ The first team out of the maze wins.~ The man permently confined to a wheelchair pressed a small red button which told the X-Men to begin the exercise.
" Come on Big Blue!" Tabby(Meltdown) called to Beast as she ran into the maze excitedly," This is gonna be a peice of cake I tell ya!"
Dr McCoy shook his head wondering why he had to get the crazy one and bounded after her," Tabitha wait, we're a team we must stick together and work as one and not as two seperate halves."
Amara looked towards Bobby slowly and rolled her eyes," Come on." With that the pair walked calmly into the maze enterance, Amara every so often smacking the back of Bobby's head as he tries to hold her hand.
Kurt looked at Piotr. Piotr looked at Kurt. Tension seemed evedent indeed. Both boys liked their fellow team mate Kitty, and both shared a deep hate for Lance Alvers, who still at times tries to gain the girl's affections. Kurt then smirked slightly," I could teleport us to the finish you know." Suddenly a voice echoed in not only Kurt's mind but everyone else's ~ Forgive me my X-Men, I forgot one small detail. Once you step into the maze, your powers are null.~ Kurt groaned the loudest out of all the teens and Wolverine.
Rogue however did not seem to worried about it, neither was Storm she noticed, but Rogue had a better reason then her to be glad her powers were gone. Looking towards Logan, the goth moved," We betta git started, without yer sniffer we're gunna be at this all damned day Wolvie."
Logan nodded," Right Stripes." With that his large hand came to rest on her shoulder as they dissapeared into the maze openning soon followed by Rahne and Jaime.
Remy still leaned against the wall of the room before the maze enterance. His skilled hands flushing a deck of cards, he did not hold a happy expression across his face at all. No he wasn't very happy at all, infact he was down right annoyed, pissed, and irritated. What the hell was Xavier thinking? Pairing up Rogue and Logan... it should have been him and Rogue and not that animal. Esspecially with her powers gone...wait...Rogue's powers gone. The Cajun Scoundrel smirked and looked towards his partner," Stormy, shall we get dis party started?" The smirk on his face became almost devilish," Remy got a plan chere."
Storm landed to the ground, there was no point in her falling once they entered the maze really," A plan? Pray tell." She asked in amusement.
"We, follow dem." A half gloved finger pointed towards Logan and Rogue," T'ink bout it, Wolvie may not have his super sense or not'ing, but he's still good at what he does."
Her face fell. 'Damnit, damnit, damnit!' Rogue had heard the Cajun's master plan and was not pleased, looking to Logan she spoke up smartly," Sounds like we're gunna have some tag-a-longs Logan." The Goth motioned behind them with her thumb.
The gruff man snorted," Go figure." He paused, waiting for the Goddess and the Thief to catch up," If yer going to follow us, might aswell join us Gumbo."
Storm nodded and looked to her protege," He has a point." Then her blue stare moved to Logan," Plus, I am sure knowing Charles this maze will not be a walk in the park, perhaps we can use eachothers' assistance."
'Please say no, please say no' Rogue folded her arms glaring at Remy who could do nothing but smirk and wink at her annoyingly. 'Damn him, damn him!' Quickly she shot a look to Logan that professed how badly she wanted him to say no.
(But your kiss That I don't miss And you smile That I defile And oh your touch It ticks me off and Oh your way It makes me crazy...)
Logan chose to ignore the look Rogue gave him, if she had any brains in her head, which he knew she did then she would know this was a good idea," Alright, which way do you think we should go?" His steel irises looked to Remy," Gumbo. Use that metal stick of yers to vault up on the wall and get a view."
Remy bit back a comment 'He calls me dat one more time--'
" I said move it Gumbo now."
Rogue snickered knowing by the look on the Swamp Rat's face he did not like being called Gumbo 'Ah'll hafta remembah that one.'
" Remy gittin' Homme. Merde!" ' Bastard ' Gambit thought to himself as his fingers quickly retracted a small pen like silver object from his trench coat. Pressing the left sde of it, the object extended with a swift sound into a bo-staff. Twirling it a moment expertly, Remy then jammed one end into the ground and pushed off, vaulting foward to land feet first ontop of the wall," Well most everybody is headin' to de west...however dere seems to be a shorter way two or so turns down." For his vantage point, Remy could see were most everyone was headed and none of them seemed to be making much progress.
"Alright, get yer ass back down here." Logan ordered taking the leader position of said alliance.
Nodding Remy jumped down from the wall landing right infront of Rogue," Bonjour mon Chere." He smirked taking her gloved hand in his and lifting it to his lips for a kiss.
Instantly Rogue tugged her arm sharply away from him," Keep yer paws an' lips offa me Swamp Rat." Her green orbs glared at him if looks could kill style.
" How did de River Rat like 'er room?" His demon eyes quickly scanned about the faces of the adults to find Logan staring at him coldly 'Aww, what de matter tough guy? Remy charmin' your girl?' Quickly her returned his gaze to Rogue," Well Chere?"
" Ah..Ah..." 'Damn him!' Her eyes quickly skirted away from his," It was um...really sweet..." Her normally challenging tone went soft, like a whisper. Almost scared to admit the truth.
(I don't want you Do you want me It's an addiction The friction of contradiction...)
Remy gleamed. He was getting through to her, looking towards the parts of the maz ahead of them another idea came to his smarmy scoundrel of a mind," Remy jus' fulla ideas today Mes Ames." Sure enough, Storm and Logan both turned to look at him each quirking a brow," Was t'inkin' we could split up? Use our com-links."
Storm and Logan both realized what the New Orleans Charmer was up too. He wanted to get Rogue alone. However it would be Logan's decision as he was playing I'm The Leader at the moment," We could, but that would put us back as we first started Gumbo."
" Non." Remy shook his head," Roguie an' moi, you an' Stormy." 'Go with it you hairy claw poppin--'
" His idea is not bad Logan." Storm spoke up understanding what Remy was trying to do," Charles set this up so we could indeed split up within our teams as our coms will only work with our team member. Your's will only go to Rogue's and Remy's will only respond to mine."
' Whut tha hell!?! Storm's stickin' up fer that annoyin' Swamp Rat!' Rogue scowled even more now towards all three of them," Personally ah think we oughta stick tagether."
Logan and Storm looked at eachother a moment in silence, both thinking just about the same thing. Nodding Logan turned and looked to Rogue," Listen Stripes, this will be good for ya. Have I ever made ya do something not good for ya?"
The River Rat huffed," No..." 'Hairy pain in mah ass' Rogue added silently in her head.
Logan nodded," Right then. Stripes and Gumbo take the left, 'Ro and I will take the right."
"After you Chere" Remy smirked as Rogue waltzed passed him in a annoyed huff. Before trailing off after her, the Swamp Rat turned and bowed towards the two adults," T'anks." With that he was off to woo the Rogue and beat this maze along the way.
" Think she'll kill'em?" Logan peered at Storm almost worried.
" Hard to say my friend, hard to say." With that the two adults moved in the opposite direction of their young comrads.
(I love you, I love you, I love you when you go. I love you, I love you, I love you so tell me no. I love you, I love you, I love you leave me alone. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you I need you so...)
They walked in silence for the most part, at turns or forks in the maze, Remy would vault once more up onto the wall top and gaze around to see what way to go next, or what direction. The last time the two teens had been alone like this was several months ago in New Orleans, when theyh ad rescued Remy's adoptive father Jean-Luc LeBeau, head of the Thieves Guild. And for a time it had made Rogue feel better to know and realize that despite what she had done to Mystique that her "Family" still loved and appericated her, even Kurt, but it was her own self she still had yet to forgive and it was/is possible she never really would.
" So...Remy see dat you still one unhappy girl. T'ough he took care o'dat." His red on black eyes stole a sideways glance at the goth ' What does she want me ta do? Git down on my knees and beg'er?' Silently he sighed, maybe this was a lost cause, maybe--' Non! Remy snap outta it, dis girl is charmable, all filles are! Jus' up de ante' mon ami.' Right. Up the ante' easier said then done.
At Gambit's reminding her of the time he kidnapped her to New Orleans, Rogue nerviously began to chew at her lower lip silently thinking over his question ' It's nonna his business...but if ah dun't say somethin' he'll pester it outta me...' The heavily make-uped green gaze peered side ways at the Cajun just as he did her. Quickly Rogue found her boots very interesting to stare at and shrugged," Um...ah'm still dealin'..."
"Wit'?" He was going to make her tell him, one way or the other," Ya know Rogue, I wasn't lyin' when I said I cared. Like Remy tol' ya people who care watch over you." He quickly eyed her hand, then stepped infront of her taking her hand in his and slowly removing the glove that adorned it.
" Are ya nuts!?! Ah swear ya got a death wish or somethin'." Quickly she pulled her hand away and snatched her glove back refitting it to her slender hand," An' quite frankily it ain't nonna ya business why ah'm unhappy! Ah am cuz ah wanna be. It's who ah am an' if ya dun't like it well tough shit Gumbo." With that she moved to stalk away only to feel him roughly grab her wrist and slam her back against one of the stone walls of the maze," Lemme go!"
She might aswell have slapped him. The look in his eyes told her that and that she had pushed him way to far," Non." Now it was his turn to push her by invading her precious personal space," Now. You gonna listen ta Remy an' you gunna listen good." He smirked as she struggled against him," Better quit dat Chere, might get me all excited." He flashed her a daring grin then chuckled as a crimson shade raced across her cheeks and she immediately stopped moving against him save for her now heavy breathing," Dats a good fille." He moved closer, fully pinning her against the wall with his body and holding her hands above her head by her wrists," Now, as I was sayin' Rogue you gonna listen to Remy an' listen good--"
" Go ta Hell." She glared at him, shooting emerald daggers from her eyes. 'How dare he!'
" No t'anks chere, Remy was in 'ell for two years dat was plenty for him." He pressed against her more, his face mere inches from her's now enjoying the fact she was becoming highly uncomfortable and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it," Now, dis is how de gator ate de chickens. You want 'elp Rogue? Or do you jus' want sympathy an' everyone ta feel sorry for you?" He paused a moment.
" Ah--"
"Non. I'm not done yet." He smirked, her breath warm against his skin as he was sure his was on her skin' She has really pretty eyes...pitty she wears all dat shitty make-up.'," You don't strike dis Cajun as dat typa girl Rogue, dis woo-poor-as-me act really needs ta go away. So you made a mistake, everyone else 'ere has told you dat if dey were you dey woulda done de same damned t'ing." He looked her straight in the eyes, but she looked away," Non. Wrong choice Chere'." Roughly he kept a hold of her wrists with one hand and brought the other down to lift her chin and force her to look at him," Remy know it's hard, hard to forgive an' forget wit' youself--"
" Yer hurtin' me! Lemme go!"
" Good. Some physical hurt might do you some good. Cuz right now chere you're killin dis Swamp Rat." There. He had said it, he had spoke the truth. He cared about her, he liked her alot," Yeah dat's right Rogue, someone actually like de untouchable mutant, de goth, de ice bitch. I like you Rogue. Alot." At this words he took one of her hands in his own, never leaving her gaze which was now locked in shocking disbelief on his. Gently he removed the glove from her hand, he watched her lip quiver in fear," Don' worry chere, not'ing can 'appen member, we in de maze." He cooed softly as he exaimed her hand," Une telle belles mains et peau molle" Taking each of her fingers, treating them like delicate flowers he kissed all five from thumb to pinky on the tips just behind her nails, his own thumb massaging her palm.
(Tell me more now, but don't let me know to much the knowledge screws me up. I may want you, but I don't want nothing at all, but your time when I'm busy and you're mind to make me dizzy. I'll be fine when you don't miss me, you'll be mine when you don't piss me off. Why can't you see right through me and my addiction for friction and contradiction?...)
She felt her breathe catch in her throat. Her mind was a jumble, dizzy and swimming. His touch so warm on her cold, cold skin; his breath almost melting her as it caressed her face," Ah...ah..dun't care..." She tried to blurt out with conviction, but it came out almost a whisper, a hoarse one at that.
" You so sure bout dat?" His other hand which had all this time been holding her left arm about her head slid down the lenght of her form and to rest at her hip near the pocket of her pants, a slow smirk fell across his lips as she shivered at his touch," Les choses que je pourrais faire, je pourraient vous enseigner Rogue. Si seulement vous me laisseriez, il y a tellement de moi veulent vous montrer que, montrez vous au sujet de l'amour et s'inquiéter de quelqu'un le soin de la manière I au sujet de vous." Keeping her gaze on him, remy slipped his fingers into her pocket and with drew something from it, a playing card namely the Queen of Hearts, the same card he had given to her in New Orleans before they had parted," Dis says otherwise chere" He held the card up before her eyes then returned it to her pocket and resting his hand at her waist.
" Lemme go...please, Remy ah..." She did not like being so close to another being like she was now with or without her powers. Now that her chin was free from his grasp she looked down again and away from his almost hypnotic gaze.
" Non." Gently this time his hand found her chin again and raised it so she would have to look at him, but still her eyes remained down casted," Look at me Rogue." Lightly his thumb grazed across her lips, which parted willingly at his touch.
A sharp intake of air as her lips parted at his touch, her gaze slowly lifting to meet his, she tried to speak to push him away, but just somehow couldn't bring herself to do it ' He's gunna kiss me...' Her chest was now rising and falling at a deep and rapid rate," Please..." She begged breathelessly.
" Please what hm?" He smiled, she was slowly falling for him," Do dis?" His lips slowly grazed across her lips replacing his thumb, then came to rest almost against her's," Les lèvres aiment le satin, pitty vous cachez elles et votre beau visage sous toute cette peinture de visage." He smirked, every movement of his lips causing them to touch her's ever so sligtly.
"Stop tryin' ta--"
His index finger quickly came to press against her lips," Ssh." His finger left her lips as his hand moved slowly through her hair coming to rest against the back of her head and his hand that all this time had been massaging at her waist moved so his arm now incircled her," Ever sense de first time I layed eyes on you, do dat cave when you kissed me even if you were under Apoclypse's control I have not forgotten about you chere...I cannot, ever since dat killer of a kiss you gave dis Cajun he's been done hung up on you." Licking his own lips slightly he leaned closer to her face, practically kissing her," Laissez-maintenant moi renvoyer la faveur." Tipping her head a little to the side he kissed her, mentally smiling as she melded into the action and seemingly returned it.
'Tell me ah'm dreamin'...he is sooo not kissin me!' But much to Rogue's own shock he was and then to even further shock herself she returned the action, her now ungloved hands coming to rest on his arms, her heart rate increasing with each passing second the kiss went on. She wanted more, his kiss was intoxicating much like liquor she figured would be, she was getting drunk off his touch, off his kiss.
Shifting a little against her, Remy slowly deepened the kiss as she parted her lips granting him freedom to do as he basically pleased. Gently his tongue crept passed her slowly swelling lips to rest atop her's allowing her to get used to the idea ' Dat a boy Remy take dis slow an' easy.' He thought to himself remaining paced and slow. He moved again, pulling back to allow them both a quick breath before allowing his tongue access into her mouth again.
She almost gluped the air as he parted their lips a moment, this was indeed new to her, everything; the sensations she was feeling the excitement of wanting much more than this kiss and the reactions of her own body that was slowly betraying her mind. This time when he re-entered her parted lips she met his tongue with her own grazing across it slowly. 'Remember, he's jus' playin' games what would a guy like him want with a girl he could neva touch except durin' stupid Danger Room excerises?' At that thought Rogue's green stare suddenly snapped open and her hands moved between them planting firmly on his chest pushing him away," Ah said let me go!"
"Merde!" He wasn't expecting her to push him back so hard as he fell to the ground on his behind and stared up at her in disbelief," Rogue--"
"No. Now ya shut tha hell up an listen ta me! Yer fulla shit, ya don't care bout me, ah'm jus' a challenge ta ya cuza mah powers!" As she yelled at him the maze slowly began to fade and the Danger Room began to return to normal. All eyes fell on Rogue who was now towering about Remy who seemed to have been layed out flat by the girl, which he had been," Go ta hell." Snatching her gloves from the ground she quickly, with her bare hand powers now reactivated slapped him across the face and fled the Danger Room.
( I love you, I love you, I love you get out of here. I love you, I love you, I love you when you're not here. I love you, I love you, I love you you're killing me. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you whats wrong with me?)
Logan stared at Remy with a killing expression before walking over to him and picking him up from the floor only to slam him up against the wall," What the hell did you do to her Gumbo?"
Remy glupped, this was diffinitely going to be a long day as three very sharp, very indistructable, shiny claws threatened him as they did not so long ago on a murky night in the New Orleans bayou, but only difference was then Rogue saved him...this time she wasn't here to do so.
TBC
Author's End Note: What will happen now? Will Logan slit Remy's throat for hurting Rogue? Will they have a knock out drag out? Who might have seen what really happened that spooked Rogue into slapping Remy? All will be answered in the next chapter. MRAHAHA! Aren't I just eviiiiiil? . Read and Review thankies!
French Translations:
veulent vous montrer que, montrez vous au sujet de l'amour et s'inquiéter de quelqu'un le soin de la manière I au sujet de vous. Translation:The things I could do, I could teach you Rogue. If only you'd let me, there is so much I want to show you, show you about love and caring about someone the way I care about you.
Les lèvres aiment le satin, pitty vous cachez elles et votre beau visage sous toute cette peinture de visage. Translation: Lips like satin, pitty you hide them and your lovely face under all that face paint.
Laissez-maintenant moi renvoyer la faveur. Translation: Now let me return the favor.