A/N: Hhhhhokay, so, turns out Genetics and French didn't kill me after all. Aren't you happy? What do you mean you don't care? Well, I'm updating, does THAT make you happy? Thought so. Anyways, here are some responses to my reviewers:
danie68: Thank you, and I'll try to live up to your request of "more" romyness…
DemonicGambit: I hope you've kept your patience, and I WILL deliver! There is a 99.9% chance of fluffyness.
Rogue14: I feel I must first and foremost apologize to you. I don't know what happened to me that day when I was writing… I tend to space out at times. Like, say, naming Rogue's first boyfriend/kiss Bobby when his name was Cody, and making that stupid spelling mistake. Thank you for the grace of the correction, seriously though, I don't know how you people put up with me… Maybe I should just stop writing this. ;o) Seriously though, I went back over the story and tried to fix it, I hope I succeeded. Feel free to point out any other mistakes.
c-marabini: Welcome back! Don't feel bad about having a life outside of fanfiction! Yeah, life for us "oldies" is tough, huh? ;o) To answer your question: yes, they are the best couple ever. Rogue's strong and beautiful at the same time and Remy… well, he's just all around great. LOVE the accent too. Accents ROCK! Too bad I don't have one. :o(
T. and Tammy: I thought I'd respond to you together since you wrote similar reviews, hope you don't mind. But, as for your ideas about the meeting between Rogue and our Ragin' Cajun, I think I just might surprise you both… *evil grin*
ishandahalf: Of course I gave your fic a "huzzah!" And thank you for the gold stars, tangent: I actually use to carry around gold-star stickers and give them out to people just for fun. Anyway, I know that my progress on this fic has been slower than a bunny on crack, but, we're not allowed to have bunnies in the dorms (sorry, RESIDENT HALLS) where I live, unless they can live underwater for over 2 minutes or something like that. And I have yet to devise a scuba-tank for a bunny. Besides, I hear they don't hop as well underwater… Oh yes, and bar scenes are cool indeedy.
Star-of-Chaos: I don't think you'll have to wait much longer. ;o)
On to the regular stuff:
Disclaimer: Okay, so I've been plotting, er, I mean, thinking about ways to get the X-Men into my greedy little hands while I was suppose to be listening in my Genetics class, but, maybe if I did well enough in Genetics, I could make my own X-Men! Crap, what do you mean I got a D+ on the test? Well, there goes that idea… To summarize, I do not own the X-Men *pouts* Oh, and this chapter contains adult material, thus the upped rating (again). If you can't think about where babies come from without giggling, you probably shouldn't be reading this…
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A Vision of Beauty
Rogue had a strange feeling that night. She was watching TV when she apparently fell asleep and then woke up a while later, but she couldn't read the clock. The glowing red digital numbers on it didn't look like numbers at all. 'Odd,' she thought, then turned her gaze back to the set. The picture on it wasn't really moving like it normally did, but looked as if it was flowing. Rogue closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to straighten out whatever wiring had gone wrong inside it. When she opened her eyes again the picture on the TV was different, but it wasn't the way it moved that caught her attention, it was the show. She had been watching some reality television show about some teens and twenty-somethings that were sent off to live in a house by themselves in the middle of a big party city. But the show that she was looking at now was a talk show. Rogue hated talk shows. Well, to be honest, she wasn't crazy about the reality show, but it was funny watching the kids screw around. Kind of sad, but addicting non-the-less. Rogue concentrated more on the talk show. She could have sworn the people on it being interviewed, cheered, and booed by the crowd were her fellow X-Men. She squinted to try to make out the names that showed under the picture that looked like Jean and Scott dressed in rather revealing leather outfits, but heard a noise from the door.
"Chére?" The voice was soft and she didn't even hear the doorknob turn or the man step into the room but when she shut of the TV and turned around, he was there, in front of her. His hair was wind-blown and crazy in that sexy kind of way and he had a smile on his soft, oh-so-kissable lips. As for his eyes, well, don't get her started on those! The glowing red orbs on the solid black background seemed to delve into her soul. She felt vulnerable yet safe with him near, like he really knew her but wasn't about to tell anyone else the secrets that lay hidden inside her. Somehow he looked better tonight than she could ever remember.
"Forgive m' if I be intruden' on anyt'ing chére," he said, his smile growing larger, "but I t'ought m'be it be time fo' y' ta sleep, non?"
Rogue opened her mouth to give one of her famous smart-assed remarked, but before she could form the words, Remy had bent down and lifted her up into his arms, cradling her while he began to walk over to her bed. Rogue didn't have much time to contemplate her reaction, but she had two choices. One: fight back and protest about being treated like such a trophy or object. Two: enjoy the ride for once. Rogue made the split second decision, influenced by her weariness, to relax and let the Swamp Rat have things his way for once. 'But only this once,' she thought.
Remy lay the beautiful creature in his arms down on her feather-soft bed and leaned over her, brushing a stray streak of white hair out of her face. His gloved hand then touched her face and he gave a soft frown. "Y' cold, ma chére," he whispered and then smiled, "how's 'bout I help y' wit' dat?" The smile on his face was mischievous but at the same time loving, as he took Rogue into his arms. It certainly did help with the cold. The warmth that came from being in Remy's arms was more than just the transfer of heat between the two of them. It warmed her from her center; the best kind of warmth there is. Normally Rogue would pull away, to prevent the two from touching skin-to-skin, but tonight she snuggled even closer to the handsome man next to her.
"Rogue…" The Cajun whispered her name into her ear as the two drew closer to one another, so close to touching his smooth, delicious lips with her own red, soft ones. "Rogue…" He whispered her name again, longing in his deep, sultry voice. Longing and something more. He brushed a stray hair back away from her face and smiled at her with a look in his eyes Rogue had never seen before. His emotions were unguarded, his emotional fields were dropping, leaving his soul open to her. Rogue looked into his eyes, searching for a sign, any sign that would tell her what she wanted to know. Her eyes were locked on his, but before she could decipher anything, he leaned in suddenly, taking her lips with his in a passionate kiss.
Now if Remy was stupid enough to try this with her any other time, Rogue's defenses would have kicked in, pushing him away so hard and fast he'd be wondering what had happened a week later. Any other time, but not now. Why she didn't fall back onto her reflexes, she didn't know, she didn't waste any time thinking about though. She closed her eyes, let a small moan escape, and opened her mouth to his imploring tongue and the kiss deepened. Rogue ran her hands through his messy yet silky auburn hair and tilted more on to her back, allowing Remy to prop himself on one arm so that he was partially over her, his other hand behind her head, directing her slightly and pulling her up closer to him. Then he caressed her face with his bare hand. It felt much smoother against her skin than she thought it would and she wrapped her arms around him tighter, pulling him more on top of her as well as closer to her body. He began kissing down her jaw-line to her neck where he sucked lightly on her soft skin. She moaned a little louder as she felt his hot breath on her neck, not to mention that heavenly thing he was doing with his mouth.
Rogue seemed to slip in and out of reality as her lover's hands slowly progressed down her body. It was too good to be true, but she didn't think about it. Thinking took too much away from the experience and she wanted to experience all she could. It was when Remy's hands had made their way to her chest and began caressing her breasts that Rogue realized just how much she had wanted this. She arched her back, pushing herself toward the amazingly sexy man who was now completely on top of her, his legs between hers. She moaned even louder and her hands moved down under his shirt. Her bare hands felt the clearly defined muscles of his stomach and moved around and up his back. Lean muscle and the smoothest skin she had ever dreamed of were what she felt. Rogue tried to pull up his shirt when he stopped kissing her lips and moved back towards her ear.
"Rogue…" He whispered her name once more, this time there was a hint of sadness in his sexy tones. "Chére… I…" He pulled up to look at her in her deep, emerald eyes. His eyes looked into her. He looked almost at a loss for words.
She smiled, brushed the hair away from his face and cooed, "yes, sug?"
"I… BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!"
The noise that came from him wasn't of him. Suddenly the wonderful image of Remy LeBeau looking down from on top of her went to black and she opened her eyes. The annoying beeping was her alarm clock, blinking 6:30am.
'A DREAM?!?!?!' Rogue cursed to herself. No, it couldn't have all been a dream. It felt so real, so true, so good. Rogue hit the alarm clock a bit harder than she really needed to to stop the beeping. That cursed beeping. It pulled her out of heaven and for that she hated it and wasn't a bit sad when her hit caused the plastic on top of the clock to crack. Rogue sighed, pulled herself out of bed and went to put on clothes instead of PJ's. But when she got out of bed she realized she wasn't in her PJ's. The clothes she was wearing were the same she had on the night before, after she had gotten upset with the device and had sat down again to watch some more TV. The device. She checked her wrist where the indicator light was a fast-paced flashing orange. She concentrated harder on controlling her powers and the flashing slowed and the light turned green. She then turned her thoughts to the other night and her dream. His voice. His voice had sounded so real. Had Remy come in? Had he carried her sleeping body to her bed? How much was real? How much was fantasy? She shook her head and made up her mind to ask Remy about it later that morning. But, right now she had to get dressed and get to the danger room quick so that Logan wouldn't have a reason to give her extra torture. In her mind, danger room sessions at 7 am were torture enough!
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Well, there it is, that's what you've been waiting for. Was it worth the wait? I hope so. If not, you'll just have to wait some more. One of the main reasons this hasn't been updated sooner is that I was on Spring Break last week, and quite busy. Now I'm back at school, though still busy, I have more of a need for a break from school-work. While I didn't type anything while I was gone, I did think (I know, it's a dangerous past-time) about this story and I might have a couple more chapters planed out, at least roughly. So, please review and tell me what you think. There will be real Romy fluffyness (well, as real as these fanFICTIONS can get) and more fun stuff. Well, I'm off to plan out my future now! Ta!
~YllisBellaDonna~
