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The Gloves Are Coming Off
By Yumiko
Chapter 3
"Uhnnn." His eyes opened to see Rogue on top of him, also recovering from the fall.
"Never t'ought you'd be on top, chere. But being on de bottom ain't dat bad." Remy Lebeau was going to be dead meat, so he prepared himself. "In fact, de bottom has a very bon view." he prepared himself for the slap.
Rogue had heard his little witty remark-and what goes up must come down, they always say. So Rogue's hand, that had somehow gotten up in the air, came flying down on top of Remy Lebeau's beautiful left red and black eye.
Did I also mention that the hand was curled up into a fist and without its usual glove?
I guess not, but it was truly unfortunate. Remy might have won if he hadn't opened his big, fat stupid mouth. But it was a very attractive mouth, nonetheless.
He had this strange feeling of deja vu. "Uhnnn. How many Daniel's did Remy have dis time?" As his eyes opened, a big, blurry blue thing kept on moving in circles.
A deep, throaty chuckle echoed slightly. "You didn't have any alcohol, Mr. Lebeau." Remy winced out loud, "You just had a glass of Rogue."
"Abstinence is de only way t' go, neh?"
"I guess so," the "blue thing" said as he laughed again.
The Cajun groaned, "Turn down de volume, McCoy. M' head is spinnin'."
Two small objects were dropped into his hands, "It's Advil." A glass was placed in his other hand. "And some water; to help with the pounding headache you are no doubt experiencing." In a short time after he had downed the vile medicine, Mr. McCoy had de-multiplied and stopped spinning.
"Are y' sure I didn't get no Jack Daniel's?" he rolled over, "Cause I sure can feel de hangover." Remy Lebeau was now back to his previous unconscious state.
This time around, when he woke up, he didn't feel the need to hurl his intestines; and noticed the oh-so-delicious-looking fudge brownies on the nightstand.
Remy sat up. Reaching over, he placed the brownies on his lap. "Sorry." was all that was written on the card, but he knew it was from. It was obvious, plus, he knew whose handwriting it was.
After placing the card aside with the utmost care, he ravenously stuffed the brownies down his throat. But there was no doubt that not a single crumb strayed from his grip or placed itself on the Cajun's face. Who would want anything there to shatter his pretty visage? But with one piece left to go, he heard it.
"Ain't ya gonna at least give meh one?"
He smiled, looked up, and replied smoothly, "What're y' gonna do if I don't, river rat?"
She finally exhaled. No doubt from his reply, he had forgiven her. Now to have a little fun. Her eyes glittered, "Ah'm gonna do this, swamp rat."
In ripped black jeans and fishnet over a red tank top, Rogue slowly walked up to him. He couldn't find himself taking his eyes away. Her hips slowly sung side to side, entrancing him like a cobra to its prey.
When she reached the edge of his bed, she took off her glove and reached for the last brownie. Slowly, painfully slowly, she took a bit of it. She groaned as it melted on her tongue. Piece by piece it disappeared into her mouth. Rogue ate so that Remy thanked GOD for the thick bed sheets on his lap. And when she was done, she licked each finger clean, making sure not a single piece of fudge went awry.
Then a wicked gleam was in her eyes, "Well, well, well. Hello Remy Etienne Lebeau Jr."
"Err..." The "suave" Cajun followed Rogue's gaze. Looks like those sheets weren't as thick as he thought they were.
And then there was laughter, all belonging to Rogue. Although thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated, it was the first time he had heard Rogue laugh.
THUMP
In fact, Rogue had just fallen on the ground, clutching her sides and laughing hysterically. Tears had gathered at the corners of her closed eyes.
He smiled but it soon disappeared. Remy Lebeau was going to get revenge. "I'm gonna go take a cold shower."
That gave Rogue her second wind. She went through another bout of laughter, and had caused her to roll around on the tile floor.
He threw off his covers and stepped of the bed. He was standing right above Rogue. In a hospital gown. With nothing underneath. And with a huge erection.
Good, sweet, delicious revenge.
Rogue scrambled off the floor, a red mass spreading along her pale cheeks. She stood stalk still with her head looking nervously at her feet.
She cleared her throat. And the smug grin again appeared on his face. As he walked past her, toward the bathroom, he leaned over. "Junior takes right after Remy, doesn't he, chere?"
He closed the door, leaving Rogue with her mouth agape and eyes wide open. All color drained away from her face and she stood like that for five whole minutes. Then the red quickly returned to her face. Flustered, she spent the next five minutes shouting out obscenities.
"Ya fucking' swamp rat!" she was fuming, "Ya think you're all that, but ya-" her jaw made an audible sound as it fell open.
"Oh mah fuckin' gawd..."
"Tol' y Remy was god." He stepped out of the door.
AN: The apostrophes and quotation marks are still screwed up. Does anybody know why??
You wouldn't believe how much friggin' fun I had writing this chapter. I absolutely loved it. And please thank Flame31 for volunteering for beta reader! THANK YOU.
And I'm still having problems with the format thing. Dammit.
~Yumiko
