We'll just start the story, okay?
***
Rogue nervously fingered the hem of her dress. It was a week after Fifi's birth, and Rogue and Remy were eloping. Rogue's future husband was digging through his closet, looking for something clean.
"Sugah, ya need any help?" Rogue called, trying to keep her impatence out of her voice. She just wanted to marry him and start their honeymoon. Oh Lord did she want to start on the honeymoon. Especially since she was getting a good long look at Remy's ass, boxers stretching over his butt like a red flannel second skin. Her mind was full of the thought of pulling him out of her closet and ripping the underwear right off of him.
Remy backed out of the closet triumphantly holding the clothes he'd been looking for. He turned around before Rogue's brain could restart, and he saw her looking at him like she'd never seen a man before.
"Wait an hour chere, 'n' I'm all yours."
Rogue snapped out of her X rated dream. "Ah don't care about elopin' right now. C'mere an' Ah'll save us from wastin' an hour."
Remy entertained the thought for longer than he thought he should. "'S much as I like de thought, I want t' go t'rough with dis. C'mon. After I get dressed, it's a quick fly t' Vegas, an' a ten minute ceremony, with a very long honeymoon."
Rogue nodded and threw the last of her clothes into her suitcase while her fiance (and yes, even though they are eloping Rogue got a big rock (and I'm not just talking about the ring)), got dressed. When both their bags were packed they quietly snuck to the hangar, where a new Blackbird was sitting nice and polished next to the older slower one.
Remy grinned at him wife to be, while making a grand sweeping motion to the new jet. "After you, ma cherie."
Rogue walked into the jet and took a deep breath. "Ah love that new jet smell. Ya comin' sugah, or am Ah marryin' mahself?"
Remy quickly boarded the plane. "Not even married yet and y' bossin' me around."
Rogue leaned her upper body on Remy and ran her hand over his clavicle, enticing shivers from her already aroused fiance. "Keep actin' like ya don't like it that way sugah."
Remy kept his mouth shut. He knew there would be plenty of time to show her exactly how he liked it. But for now, he had a plane to fly.
---
Scott sat in the professor's office. He was holding his head, bemoaning his lack of alcohol. The professor was trying to help him with his alcoholism.
"Scott, you are stronger than the liquor. Fight the addiction."
The professor was in his head, trying to cure the need for alcohol telepathically. His face was very close to Scott's, because the proximity helped. Scott was struck by a sudden urge, and grabbed the professor and kissed him passionately.
The professor broke the kiss and looked at Scott. Scott looked down at his former mentor. And they met in the middle, tongues tangling almost in mid-air.
---
Rogue kissed her husband. They were standing in front of a neon crucifix, and a man with a priest's collar stuck in his expensive three piece suit signed their marriage papers. Remy quickly took the kiss deeper, pulling Rogue against him, trying to press as much of her against him as possible. Rogue moaned, but gently pushed him off of her.
"Very nice, very nice. Now get out of here. I got a line forming at the drive thru. Father Drapp is on a cigarette break."
Remy and Rogue didn't have to be told twice. They beat a trail to the hotel.
Once the got there things really heated up. Remy carried Rogue into the room, classic style, and set her on the bed. He 'lost ballance' and dropped on top of her. Pinning her to the bed, though I don't think she minded.
Remy resumed kissing his wife passionatly while his hands worked at the zipper of her dress.
***
Panther-Didn't you yell at Rogue for attempting to write smut? Isn't that why she had to sleep with Scott?
That was Out of Character smut. They just got married for crissake!
(the author is smacked by his other head)
Panther-If you're not going to follow your own rules. . .
Fine. Anyone who wants the X rated version should tell me in a review, and I'll see what we can do. Maybe I'll keep the comentary in.
(Rogue and Remy are looking very evilly at Juliano. Uh oh.)
Rogue-Ah don't want mah marraige night at be published.
But you wrote sex earlier. . .
Rogue-It was the only way fo' me 'n' Remy ta be togthah in the main fic.
Has it occurred to you this isn't your real honeymoon?
Remy-I'd like t' know what we did durin' de t'ree way wit' Scott, actually. Wanna know what I have t' kill dat gay bastard fo'.
Panther-Play nice or you won't play at all. We still control your babys' appearance and paternity.
Remy-I'm jes' statin' de fact dat he is gay. It's not bad, jes' disturbin' dat he'd choose t' have sex wit' de prof.
Panter-Good point.
(Sam and Davis nod)
Sam-Can Ah just say these kids are gonna be real fucked up?
Davis-Yeah, look who thought them up.
(The author stops picking pens out of his fleece. Panther grins evilly.)
Panther-Who, us?
Let's just keep going, okay?
***
John trudged into Fifi's room. She was deemed too small for her long first name, and given the nickname Fifi. And she was squalling.
"Shhhh." John said, picking Fifi up. She kept screaming. He checked her diaper, but that turned out to not be the problem. So John sighed and sat down. It was two am and he had to breast feed his daughter.
It wasn't until Fifi was settled he realized how wrong the picture of him breast feeding his daughter was.
Jean rolled over in bed and noted her wife's absence. She would have trudged over to help with Fifi, but went for a telepathic 'I'll get it next time, baby,' and went back to sleep.
***
Panther-So wrong.
Thank you.
Panther-(looks up fromher homework.) Uh?
Nevermind. Loup let you copy her old A&P homework?
Panther-Yeah. You'd think an evil scientist would love this but. . .Killian, beb, wouldja help Juliano with the good bye?
(Killian projects something to his mother.)
Panther-I know baby, but I need to do this damn micro-anatomical stuff. DAMN YOU MITOSIS!
(Killian puts a hand on his mother's leg. She sits down, giving the small demon a smile.)
Panther-Sorry beb. You go ahead and work on your work with the hypothalamus. SAM! DAVIS! Help Juliano.
Davis-Yes mistress.
Sam-Okay, um, next chaptah has the lil' LeBeaus, an' Fifi. No smut, and a fun twist or two. Until then, I'm Sam Guthrie,
Davis-I'm Davis Cameron,
Panther-I'm busy,
Killian-[Kill-Ian Nesmith]
And I'm Juliano, saying. . .um: Las Vegas, marraige place of horney pregnant women, alcoholic tight arses, and bald mentors. What you do here stay here.
***
Rogue nervously fingered the hem of her dress. It was a week after Fifi's birth, and Rogue and Remy were eloping. Rogue's future husband was digging through his closet, looking for something clean.
"Sugah, ya need any help?" Rogue called, trying to keep her impatence out of her voice. She just wanted to marry him and start their honeymoon. Oh Lord did she want to start on the honeymoon. Especially since she was getting a good long look at Remy's ass, boxers stretching over his butt like a red flannel second skin. Her mind was full of the thought of pulling him out of her closet and ripping the underwear right off of him.
Remy backed out of the closet triumphantly holding the clothes he'd been looking for. He turned around before Rogue's brain could restart, and he saw her looking at him like she'd never seen a man before.
"Wait an hour chere, 'n' I'm all yours."
Rogue snapped out of her X rated dream. "Ah don't care about elopin' right now. C'mere an' Ah'll save us from wastin' an hour."
Remy entertained the thought for longer than he thought he should. "'S much as I like de thought, I want t' go t'rough with dis. C'mon. After I get dressed, it's a quick fly t' Vegas, an' a ten minute ceremony, with a very long honeymoon."
Rogue nodded and threw the last of her clothes into her suitcase while her fiance (and yes, even though they are eloping Rogue got a big rock (and I'm not just talking about the ring)), got dressed. When both their bags were packed they quietly snuck to the hangar, where a new Blackbird was sitting nice and polished next to the older slower one.
Remy grinned at him wife to be, while making a grand sweeping motion to the new jet. "After you, ma cherie."
Rogue walked into the jet and took a deep breath. "Ah love that new jet smell. Ya comin' sugah, or am Ah marryin' mahself?"
Remy quickly boarded the plane. "Not even married yet and y' bossin' me around."
Rogue leaned her upper body on Remy and ran her hand over his clavicle, enticing shivers from her already aroused fiance. "Keep actin' like ya don't like it that way sugah."
Remy kept his mouth shut. He knew there would be plenty of time to show her exactly how he liked it. But for now, he had a plane to fly.
---
Scott sat in the professor's office. He was holding his head, bemoaning his lack of alcohol. The professor was trying to help him with his alcoholism.
"Scott, you are stronger than the liquor. Fight the addiction."
The professor was in his head, trying to cure the need for alcohol telepathically. His face was very close to Scott's, because the proximity helped. Scott was struck by a sudden urge, and grabbed the professor and kissed him passionately.
The professor broke the kiss and looked at Scott. Scott looked down at his former mentor. And they met in the middle, tongues tangling almost in mid-air.
---
Rogue kissed her husband. They were standing in front of a neon crucifix, and a man with a priest's collar stuck in his expensive three piece suit signed their marriage papers. Remy quickly took the kiss deeper, pulling Rogue against him, trying to press as much of her against him as possible. Rogue moaned, but gently pushed him off of her.
"Very nice, very nice. Now get out of here. I got a line forming at the drive thru. Father Drapp is on a cigarette break."
Remy and Rogue didn't have to be told twice. They beat a trail to the hotel.
Once the got there things really heated up. Remy carried Rogue into the room, classic style, and set her on the bed. He 'lost ballance' and dropped on top of her. Pinning her to the bed, though I don't think she minded.
Remy resumed kissing his wife passionatly while his hands worked at the zipper of her dress.
***
Panther-Didn't you yell at Rogue for attempting to write smut? Isn't that why she had to sleep with Scott?
That was Out of Character smut. They just got married for crissake!
(the author is smacked by his other head)
Panther-If you're not going to follow your own rules. . .
Fine. Anyone who wants the X rated version should tell me in a review, and I'll see what we can do. Maybe I'll keep the comentary in.
(Rogue and Remy are looking very evilly at Juliano. Uh oh.)
Rogue-Ah don't want mah marraige night at be published.
But you wrote sex earlier. . .
Rogue-It was the only way fo' me 'n' Remy ta be togthah in the main fic.
Has it occurred to you this isn't your real honeymoon?
Remy-I'd like t' know what we did durin' de t'ree way wit' Scott, actually. Wanna know what I have t' kill dat gay bastard fo'.
Panther-Play nice or you won't play at all. We still control your babys' appearance and paternity.
Remy-I'm jes' statin' de fact dat he is gay. It's not bad, jes' disturbin' dat he'd choose t' have sex wit' de prof.
Panter-Good point.
(Sam and Davis nod)
Sam-Can Ah just say these kids are gonna be real fucked up?
Davis-Yeah, look who thought them up.
(The author stops picking pens out of his fleece. Panther grins evilly.)
Panther-Who, us?
Let's just keep going, okay?
***
John trudged into Fifi's room. She was deemed too small for her long first name, and given the nickname Fifi. And she was squalling.
"Shhhh." John said, picking Fifi up. She kept screaming. He checked her diaper, but that turned out to not be the problem. So John sighed and sat down. It was two am and he had to breast feed his daughter.
It wasn't until Fifi was settled he realized how wrong the picture of him breast feeding his daughter was.
Jean rolled over in bed and noted her wife's absence. She would have trudged over to help with Fifi, but went for a telepathic 'I'll get it next time, baby,' and went back to sleep.
***
Panther-So wrong.
Thank you.
Panther-(looks up fromher homework.) Uh?
Nevermind. Loup let you copy her old A&P homework?
Panther-Yeah. You'd think an evil scientist would love this but. . .Killian, beb, wouldja help Juliano with the good bye?
(Killian projects something to his mother.)
Panther-I know baby, but I need to do this damn micro-anatomical stuff. DAMN YOU MITOSIS!
(Killian puts a hand on his mother's leg. She sits down, giving the small demon a smile.)
Panther-Sorry beb. You go ahead and work on your work with the hypothalamus. SAM! DAVIS! Help Juliano.
Davis-Yes mistress.
Sam-Okay, um, next chaptah has the lil' LeBeaus, an' Fifi. No smut, and a fun twist or two. Until then, I'm Sam Guthrie,
Davis-I'm Davis Cameron,
Panther-I'm busy,
Killian-[Kill-Ian Nesmith]
And I'm Juliano, saying. . .um: Las Vegas, marraige place of horney pregnant women, alcoholic tight arses, and bald mentors. What you do here stay here.