Remy woke up the next morning feeling very relaxed. The previous night, he
had made a few calls to his friends, requesting the making of the device
for Rogue. The first step in his plan was complete. The only thing he had
to do was to tell the people who were to make the device for Rogue, what
her powers were. He didn't forget to mention that she could also use some
of the absorbed powers but for a limited time after absorbing a person. It
might come in use to him. Unfortunately, the next step wouldn't be so easy.
He had to earn Rogue's trust. And from what he knew, she wasn't one who's'
trust was easy to get.
He decided that for now he shouldn't push her too much. He had to take it step by step and make her see what a caring, sympathetic guy he 'could' be. For instance, he'd have to keep his promise and make it up to her today for having to leave so urgently the previous day.
He got out of bed –a king sized four-poster bed, clad in red and black silk sheets, with red and black velvet draped over the top. He only wore a pair of boxers and a baggy t-shirt. Remy made his way over to the bedroom window that was facing the garden, well he called it the garden but it was more along the lines of a small park.
He determined that it would be for the best if he took it slowly with Rogue. He couldn't rush her into anything because if he did she would probable get scared. It was obvious that she wasn't experienced at all, because of her powers no doubt. This left him with no competition, no boyfriend or any such barriers to deal with.
He was partially happy that her purity was unstained. He knew that it was a selfish thought, but he wanted her for himself. He wanted her first time to be with him, and for some strange reason the more time he spend with her the more he wanted to know her. He wanted to know her deepest desires and make them come true. He wanted to know her dreams and fantasies. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to touch her, touch her ivory colored skin that looked like silk, taste her cherry lips, run his hands through her silky hair. He wanted to hear her scream his name in ecstasy and hear her beg for more...hear her beg like they all did in the end.
Remy knew that she was just another girl. He was interested in her at the moment but it would pass. After he got them into bed, the curiosity he had in them faded and he just moved on to the next attractive fille. Yet he still didn't know why he was going through so much trouble just to get her...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue started to stir in her sleep. She opened her eyes slightly, but the light hurt her eyes. She knew it had to be relatively late but at the moment she really didn't care. After a few minutes of contemplating on weather she should get out of bed or not, she decided that it was too late to go back to sleep now. She checked her watch and was surprised to find out that it was only 7a.m. This had to be the first time she had woken up at such an early hour without having to.
Rogue slowly got out of bed, stumbling towards the bathroom. On her way there she picked up the clothes she had set out for herself the previous evening. Fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom awake and fully clothed.
Her plans for the day were to explore the French-quarter a bit more carefully. While Remy was giving her his on private tour, she had spotted a few interesting places that she had made note of to visit later. She took her usual backpack and walked out the door. She wasn't hungry so she decided that she would just get a Late on her way out. She wasn't a breakfast person at all.
Within fifteen minutes time she was walking down Chartres Street, which runs the length of the French Quarter. The Southern Goth's first stop was Crescent City Books -a cluttered warren, filled with Southern novels and leather-bound histories. She was delighted once she entered the small store. She browsed through the many books and ended up picking a few books for herself. She paid for her them and than exited the store.
Rogue's next stop was Whisnant Galleries, which had more than 800 pieces of centuries-old arms and armor. She walked through the small museum admiring the beautiful weapons and amours. She felt like she was back in the 17th century and was so entranced by everything she didn't see the two people in front of her. She stopped just in time as not to bump into them and caught a bit of their conversation.
"Here is the merchandise." Said the first man giving the second man a small box. His accent gave away the fact that he was not from the south.
"Merci, de King shall be pleased." Said the second man in a Cajun accent much like Remy's.
"Our services are at the assistance of your guild and of the King of thieves. I hope we shall do business again." Said the first man.
"Oui, y're services have been most appreciated an' I do believe we will cross path again. Hopefully in the near by future." Said the second man. They both walked away after this. Rogue was a bit curious about this exchange. She was curious to know whom this King of Thieves was and what guild they were talking about exactly.
She decided that to start her research, she would have to return to the bookstore and look for a book on the history of New Orleans. That didn't prove to be a hard task, yet there were so many that she didn't know which one to get. She went up to the shopkeeper –an old man with gray hair and knowing blue eyes- and asked for some help.
"Ah'm sorry tah botah yah but Ah need some help." She said.
"Of course, my dear. What troubles you?" he asked.
"Well Ah'm interested tah fahnde out some information about the Thieves guild. Have yah heard of it?" she said taking note of the look on his face.
"Yes well we have some older books that talk about the history on New Orleans." He said walking to a shelf in the back of the store. He took out a thick book and handed it over to her, "Here you go miss, but I have some advice for you. Don't go getting your self in any trouble. The guild is real and is quite dangerous. Furthermore there is an ongoing feud it has had with its rival, the Assassins. I suggest you mind your own business."
Rogue was taken aback by the old man's words but she was not going to give up. She had been thought NEVER to give up. She paid for the book and than continued her own tour of the French Quarter. She started to feel hungry now, and when she checked her watch she was surprised to find out that it was already 9:30a.m. She decided to go have some breakfast after all. She found a cute little place called Tally-Ho, situated a block or so away. She ordered the red-bean omelet with alligator sausage and was surprised to find out that it tasted quite good.
After breakfast, she ended up walking to Jackson Square where the famous Café du Monde was situated. The square seemed to attract a much more youthful crowd, and as Rogue walked along the street she felt like her age again. There were many musicians, artists, college students and of course slackers like herself, occupying the square. Her historical journey of New Orleans was now over and it was time for some mindless teenage fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was mid-afternoon when Rogue made her way back at her hotel. She was loaded with bags of different shape and size. Some filled with books, or souvenirs others with clothes, makeup or such. Her day spent in the French Quarter had proven to be a fun one but now she wanted to begin her research on this Thieves Guild and it's rival, The Assassins Guild.
She took out the larger history book out of one of her bags and lied down on her bed examining its pictures. It was a very old book obviously, considering the language used in it and it's general appearance. She scanned through about half the book, yet she hadn't found anything. Most of it was about the immigration of the Acadians to Louisiana, and even though she had found many details about the period, there still was no information about guilds. But than as she flipped through a few more pages, she felt that some of the pages seemed thicker than the others. She examined the edges and soon found out that they were pasted together in a very discrete way.
Rogue decided that the only way to unstick them without damaging the page itself was to use a knife. And it was her luck that she always kept a pocketknife with her. The knife had been a present from Logan for her sixteenth. He had gotten her that along with a pair of leather gloves that fit her hands so perfectly, it was like they had been tailored for her. The gloves seemed like a second skin really, and her palms never heated up inside of them.
The pocketknife was secured to her right ankle and within seconds she had it in her gloved hand. She slipped the thin, sharp blade in between the first set of pages that were stuck together and slowly dragged the knife along the edges. The pages came apart slowly and Rogue flipped a page so that she could read what was on the inside and see what someone had gone to so much trouble to hide.
And her suspicions had indeed been proven. There, in front of her was the precious information that she had been searching. She scanned through the page taking in every single word till she came to a certain paragraph that seemed to be the key to this mystery.
Unfortunately, at that moment a knock at the door, woke Rogue up from her little adventure. She slammed the book shut remembering the page number and than placed her pocket knife back in its' secure spot.
The Goth walked over to the door and opened it only to revile show LeBeau leaning lazily against the doorframe with a lopsided smile on his experienced lips.
"Bonsoire, cher." He said in his husky voice. He walked past her into the room, and sat down on her bed.
"What d' yah want, swamp rat?" she asked eying him suspiciously.
"Well belle, didn' Remy promise y' dat he'd make up f' havin' t' leave so urgently on our date?" he said smirking at her reaction.
"Now yah listen tah meh LeBeau. That was most certainly NOT a date, do yah undahstand." She blew.
"C'mon belle, y' gotta deal wit' it," he said before he received a punch in the arm. She tried to look as though she was angry but he could see through her mask. It was obvious she was enjoying this to the extreme, "Now c'mon belle, let's go."
Rogue wanted to protest against it but his gloved hand enveloped her own pulling her out of the room and she was so caught up in the moment, in his touch, that her doubts were erased.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Within a few minutes though, Rogue had been pulled in the mystical world of New Orleans. As she walked down Bourbon Street next to Remy, she was so caught up in all the lights and decorations that she completely forgot about Remy and the crowd surrounding her. All of a sudden, Remy's arm draped around her shoulder pulling Rogue closer to him. Rogue looked up at him in protest but he only smirked down at her.
"Y' know belle, N'awlins ain't as safe as it seems an' crowds be de most dangerous place. Y' re wallet can get stolen or som'one can just pull y' in a dark alleyway an' Dieu Remy don' wanna imagine wat' could happen from dere on." He said, his eyes glowing dangerously. She couldn't help but stare up at him and wonder weather what she saw was concern flooding his eyes or was it just the light? The feeling of security and warmth stopped her from removing his arm from around her and they continued walking.
Remy looked down at Rogue once more admiring her mysterious beauty but than as the walked on he realized how many envious looks he was receiving from random guys that he passed. He realized that it was because of Rogue, the southern beauty in his arms. An arrogant smile made it's way on his lips yet again as he pulled Rogue even closer to him. He really was enjoying this, and the feeling of Rogue next to him was even more worth it.
Remy decided to stretch out the evening by stopping at a near by bar to get something to drink. He pulled Rogue out of the crowd and into a cozy bar. As they entered the smell of tobacco and liquor invaded his nostrils.
"What're we doin' in here?" asked Rouge.
"Jus' getting' a drink, petite. We go soon, oui?" he said leading her to a table. He pulled out a chair for her and than sat down next to her ordering himself a bourbon, "What bout y', cher. What do'y want t' drink?"
"Yah're tryin' tah get meh drunk, Cajun?" She said eying him suspiciously yet with a hint of playfulness in her deep emeralds.
"Non, Remy wouldn' do dat t' his belle. Do y' wanna try de bourbon, de drink dat dis street be named after." He said ordering a drink for her as well. He than turned his gaze back at Rogue. Their drinks came soon after that and the first sip Rogue took out of her glass was terrible. The substance was very hard, she didn't know how he could drink it like tap water but her thoughts were interrupted by someone talking.
"Well, well, well if it ain't de famous Remy LeBeau." Said a male voice. Remy looked up only to find Julien Bordeaux sitting opposite from them at the table.
"Wat do y' want Bordeaux?" asked Remy with a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Oh n'thing just though I'd drop by and say bonsoir." Said Julien snapping his attention to Rogue, "And I do believe I have not had de pleasure o' y're acquaintance, miss. Je suis Julien Bordeaux." He said picking up Rogue's gloved hand and trying to kiss it yet she only pulled it away from him shooting him a glare.
"Ah'm Rogue. Ah'm sorry but if Ah was tah say it was mah pleasure tah meet yah Ah'd be lying an' Ah was thought not tah lay." She said with a small smirk. Remy admired the way she had handled Julien but when Remy saw the look on Julien's face he immediately put a possessive arm around Rogue pulling her closer towards him. The look that the assassin had was the one he always had when he wanted something and he planed to get it. Yet when Julien saw Remy put his arm around Rogue, his grin faded into a scowl.
"Aurvoir Remy et it was a pleasure t' meet y' mademoiselle." He said smiling at Rogue. This only made her move even closer to Remy.
"Who was that, Remy?" she asked that with a wide scowl on her face.
"Dat is an old enemy o' Remy's. Y' see belle, his family –de Bordeaux family- et Remy's family –de LeBeaus- have had dis misunderstandin' f' hundreds o' years." He said, his eyes darkening. He pulled Rogue closer to him as I even the thought of Julien made him want to protect her.
"Ah don' lahke that guy." Said Rogue.
"Remy be glad o' dat, chere." He said smiling at her.
"So why's yoh family in this feud with tha Bordeaux's anyway?" she asked.
"Remy don' know how it all started but it be goin' on f' hundreds o' years. Mais Julien et moi, we had something 'gainst each other ever since we laid eyes on one another. De homme be trouble et some weeks ago, mon pere an' frere were murdered mais de police can't find anythin' bout who de killer might be." Said Remy with a dark look on his face, "Now de whole LeBeau fortune be left to Remy t' manage et de family...business is mine now."
"Oh Remy Ah'm so sorry, Ah didn' know." Said Rogue. With some hesitation, she took his palm and squeezed it with her own gloved one. Her action was greeted by the hint of a smile appearing on Remy's visage.
"Don' worry 'bout it cher, it ain't got nothin' t' do with y'." he said, "Now c'mon let's go. Remy wanna show y' somethin'."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey everyone well here is the next chapter, I hope you liked it even though it my eyes it sux. Anywayz I hope that I didn't rush into things with Rogue and Remy but if so tell me what u think about it. Um....I don't know when I will updating but pretty soon probable because I already have about a quarter of the next chapter. I'm so sorry about the previous chapter, I know that when I irst posted it, there were some problems, it got screwed up on the site. Ok well I'll answer all reviews in the next chapter but now I have to go. Plz R/R!!!!
He decided that for now he shouldn't push her too much. He had to take it step by step and make her see what a caring, sympathetic guy he 'could' be. For instance, he'd have to keep his promise and make it up to her today for having to leave so urgently the previous day.
He got out of bed –a king sized four-poster bed, clad in red and black silk sheets, with red and black velvet draped over the top. He only wore a pair of boxers and a baggy t-shirt. Remy made his way over to the bedroom window that was facing the garden, well he called it the garden but it was more along the lines of a small park.
He determined that it would be for the best if he took it slowly with Rogue. He couldn't rush her into anything because if he did she would probable get scared. It was obvious that she wasn't experienced at all, because of her powers no doubt. This left him with no competition, no boyfriend or any such barriers to deal with.
He was partially happy that her purity was unstained. He knew that it was a selfish thought, but he wanted her for himself. He wanted her first time to be with him, and for some strange reason the more time he spend with her the more he wanted to know her. He wanted to know her deepest desires and make them come true. He wanted to know her dreams and fantasies. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to touch her, touch her ivory colored skin that looked like silk, taste her cherry lips, run his hands through her silky hair. He wanted to hear her scream his name in ecstasy and hear her beg for more...hear her beg like they all did in the end.
Remy knew that she was just another girl. He was interested in her at the moment but it would pass. After he got them into bed, the curiosity he had in them faded and he just moved on to the next attractive fille. Yet he still didn't know why he was going through so much trouble just to get her...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue started to stir in her sleep. She opened her eyes slightly, but the light hurt her eyes. She knew it had to be relatively late but at the moment she really didn't care. After a few minutes of contemplating on weather she should get out of bed or not, she decided that it was too late to go back to sleep now. She checked her watch and was surprised to find out that it was only 7a.m. This had to be the first time she had woken up at such an early hour without having to.
Rogue slowly got out of bed, stumbling towards the bathroom. On her way there she picked up the clothes she had set out for herself the previous evening. Fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom awake and fully clothed.
Her plans for the day were to explore the French-quarter a bit more carefully. While Remy was giving her his on private tour, she had spotted a few interesting places that she had made note of to visit later. She took her usual backpack and walked out the door. She wasn't hungry so she decided that she would just get a Late on her way out. She wasn't a breakfast person at all.
Within fifteen minutes time she was walking down Chartres Street, which runs the length of the French Quarter. The Southern Goth's first stop was Crescent City Books -a cluttered warren, filled with Southern novels and leather-bound histories. She was delighted once she entered the small store. She browsed through the many books and ended up picking a few books for herself. She paid for her them and than exited the store.
Rogue's next stop was Whisnant Galleries, which had more than 800 pieces of centuries-old arms and armor. She walked through the small museum admiring the beautiful weapons and amours. She felt like she was back in the 17th century and was so entranced by everything she didn't see the two people in front of her. She stopped just in time as not to bump into them and caught a bit of their conversation.
"Here is the merchandise." Said the first man giving the second man a small box. His accent gave away the fact that he was not from the south.
"Merci, de King shall be pleased." Said the second man in a Cajun accent much like Remy's.
"Our services are at the assistance of your guild and of the King of thieves. I hope we shall do business again." Said the first man.
"Oui, y're services have been most appreciated an' I do believe we will cross path again. Hopefully in the near by future." Said the second man. They both walked away after this. Rogue was a bit curious about this exchange. She was curious to know whom this King of Thieves was and what guild they were talking about exactly.
She decided that to start her research, she would have to return to the bookstore and look for a book on the history of New Orleans. That didn't prove to be a hard task, yet there were so many that she didn't know which one to get. She went up to the shopkeeper –an old man with gray hair and knowing blue eyes- and asked for some help.
"Ah'm sorry tah botah yah but Ah need some help." She said.
"Of course, my dear. What troubles you?" he asked.
"Well Ah'm interested tah fahnde out some information about the Thieves guild. Have yah heard of it?" she said taking note of the look on his face.
"Yes well we have some older books that talk about the history on New Orleans." He said walking to a shelf in the back of the store. He took out a thick book and handed it over to her, "Here you go miss, but I have some advice for you. Don't go getting your self in any trouble. The guild is real and is quite dangerous. Furthermore there is an ongoing feud it has had with its rival, the Assassins. I suggest you mind your own business."
Rogue was taken aback by the old man's words but she was not going to give up. She had been thought NEVER to give up. She paid for the book and than continued her own tour of the French Quarter. She started to feel hungry now, and when she checked her watch she was surprised to find out that it was already 9:30a.m. She decided to go have some breakfast after all. She found a cute little place called Tally-Ho, situated a block or so away. She ordered the red-bean omelet with alligator sausage and was surprised to find out that it tasted quite good.
After breakfast, she ended up walking to Jackson Square where the famous Café du Monde was situated. The square seemed to attract a much more youthful crowd, and as Rogue walked along the street she felt like her age again. There were many musicians, artists, college students and of course slackers like herself, occupying the square. Her historical journey of New Orleans was now over and it was time for some mindless teenage fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was mid-afternoon when Rogue made her way back at her hotel. She was loaded with bags of different shape and size. Some filled with books, or souvenirs others with clothes, makeup or such. Her day spent in the French Quarter had proven to be a fun one but now she wanted to begin her research on this Thieves Guild and it's rival, The Assassins Guild.
She took out the larger history book out of one of her bags and lied down on her bed examining its pictures. It was a very old book obviously, considering the language used in it and it's general appearance. She scanned through about half the book, yet she hadn't found anything. Most of it was about the immigration of the Acadians to Louisiana, and even though she had found many details about the period, there still was no information about guilds. But than as she flipped through a few more pages, she felt that some of the pages seemed thicker than the others. She examined the edges and soon found out that they were pasted together in a very discrete way.
Rogue decided that the only way to unstick them without damaging the page itself was to use a knife. And it was her luck that she always kept a pocketknife with her. The knife had been a present from Logan for her sixteenth. He had gotten her that along with a pair of leather gloves that fit her hands so perfectly, it was like they had been tailored for her. The gloves seemed like a second skin really, and her palms never heated up inside of them.
The pocketknife was secured to her right ankle and within seconds she had it in her gloved hand. She slipped the thin, sharp blade in between the first set of pages that were stuck together and slowly dragged the knife along the edges. The pages came apart slowly and Rogue flipped a page so that she could read what was on the inside and see what someone had gone to so much trouble to hide.
And her suspicions had indeed been proven. There, in front of her was the precious information that she had been searching. She scanned through the page taking in every single word till she came to a certain paragraph that seemed to be the key to this mystery.
Unfortunately, at that moment a knock at the door, woke Rogue up from her little adventure. She slammed the book shut remembering the page number and than placed her pocket knife back in its' secure spot.
The Goth walked over to the door and opened it only to revile show LeBeau leaning lazily against the doorframe with a lopsided smile on his experienced lips.
"Bonsoire, cher." He said in his husky voice. He walked past her into the room, and sat down on her bed.
"What d' yah want, swamp rat?" she asked eying him suspiciously.
"Well belle, didn' Remy promise y' dat he'd make up f' havin' t' leave so urgently on our date?" he said smirking at her reaction.
"Now yah listen tah meh LeBeau. That was most certainly NOT a date, do yah undahstand." She blew.
"C'mon belle, y' gotta deal wit' it," he said before he received a punch in the arm. She tried to look as though she was angry but he could see through her mask. It was obvious she was enjoying this to the extreme, "Now c'mon belle, let's go."
Rogue wanted to protest against it but his gloved hand enveloped her own pulling her out of the room and she was so caught up in the moment, in his touch, that her doubts were erased.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Within a few minutes though, Rogue had been pulled in the mystical world of New Orleans. As she walked down Bourbon Street next to Remy, she was so caught up in all the lights and decorations that she completely forgot about Remy and the crowd surrounding her. All of a sudden, Remy's arm draped around her shoulder pulling Rogue closer to him. Rogue looked up at him in protest but he only smirked down at her.
"Y' know belle, N'awlins ain't as safe as it seems an' crowds be de most dangerous place. Y' re wallet can get stolen or som'one can just pull y' in a dark alleyway an' Dieu Remy don' wanna imagine wat' could happen from dere on." He said, his eyes glowing dangerously. She couldn't help but stare up at him and wonder weather what she saw was concern flooding his eyes or was it just the light? The feeling of security and warmth stopped her from removing his arm from around her and they continued walking.
Remy looked down at Rogue once more admiring her mysterious beauty but than as the walked on he realized how many envious looks he was receiving from random guys that he passed. He realized that it was because of Rogue, the southern beauty in his arms. An arrogant smile made it's way on his lips yet again as he pulled Rogue even closer to him. He really was enjoying this, and the feeling of Rogue next to him was even more worth it.
Remy decided to stretch out the evening by stopping at a near by bar to get something to drink. He pulled Rogue out of the crowd and into a cozy bar. As they entered the smell of tobacco and liquor invaded his nostrils.
"What're we doin' in here?" asked Rouge.
"Jus' getting' a drink, petite. We go soon, oui?" he said leading her to a table. He pulled out a chair for her and than sat down next to her ordering himself a bourbon, "What bout y', cher. What do'y want t' drink?"
"Yah're tryin' tah get meh drunk, Cajun?" She said eying him suspiciously yet with a hint of playfulness in her deep emeralds.
"Non, Remy wouldn' do dat t' his belle. Do y' wanna try de bourbon, de drink dat dis street be named after." He said ordering a drink for her as well. He than turned his gaze back at Rogue. Their drinks came soon after that and the first sip Rogue took out of her glass was terrible. The substance was very hard, she didn't know how he could drink it like tap water but her thoughts were interrupted by someone talking.
"Well, well, well if it ain't de famous Remy LeBeau." Said a male voice. Remy looked up only to find Julien Bordeaux sitting opposite from them at the table.
"Wat do y' want Bordeaux?" asked Remy with a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Oh n'thing just though I'd drop by and say bonsoir." Said Julien snapping his attention to Rogue, "And I do believe I have not had de pleasure o' y're acquaintance, miss. Je suis Julien Bordeaux." He said picking up Rogue's gloved hand and trying to kiss it yet she only pulled it away from him shooting him a glare.
"Ah'm Rogue. Ah'm sorry but if Ah was tah say it was mah pleasure tah meet yah Ah'd be lying an' Ah was thought not tah lay." She said with a small smirk. Remy admired the way she had handled Julien but when Remy saw the look on Julien's face he immediately put a possessive arm around Rogue pulling her closer towards him. The look that the assassin had was the one he always had when he wanted something and he planed to get it. Yet when Julien saw Remy put his arm around Rogue, his grin faded into a scowl.
"Aurvoir Remy et it was a pleasure t' meet y' mademoiselle." He said smiling at Rogue. This only made her move even closer to Remy.
"Who was that, Remy?" she asked that with a wide scowl on her face.
"Dat is an old enemy o' Remy's. Y' see belle, his family –de Bordeaux family- et Remy's family –de LeBeaus- have had dis misunderstandin' f' hundreds o' years." He said, his eyes darkening. He pulled Rogue closer to him as I even the thought of Julien made him want to protect her.
"Ah don' lahke that guy." Said Rogue.
"Remy be glad o' dat, chere." He said smiling at her.
"So why's yoh family in this feud with tha Bordeaux's anyway?" she asked.
"Remy don' know how it all started but it be goin' on f' hundreds o' years. Mais Julien et moi, we had something 'gainst each other ever since we laid eyes on one another. De homme be trouble et some weeks ago, mon pere an' frere were murdered mais de police can't find anythin' bout who de killer might be." Said Remy with a dark look on his face, "Now de whole LeBeau fortune be left to Remy t' manage et de family...business is mine now."
"Oh Remy Ah'm so sorry, Ah didn' know." Said Rogue. With some hesitation, she took his palm and squeezed it with her own gloved one. Her action was greeted by the hint of a smile appearing on Remy's visage.
"Don' worry 'bout it cher, it ain't got nothin' t' do with y'." he said, "Now c'mon let's go. Remy wanna show y' somethin'."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey everyone well here is the next chapter, I hope you liked it even though it my eyes it sux. Anywayz I hope that I didn't rush into things with Rogue and Remy but if so tell me what u think about it. Um....I don't know when I will updating but pretty soon probable because I already have about a quarter of the next chapter. I'm so sorry about the previous chapter, I know that when I irst posted it, there were some problems, it got screwed up on the site. Ok well I'll answer all reviews in the next chapter but now I have to go. Plz R/R!!!!