Next chapter again I apologise for them being short but my typing skills
aren't great so I made the story into lots of little bite size bits!!!
Remy- 21 Jiana, Scott, Jean-18 Rogue-17 Kurt, Kitty-16
Soz I haven't updated in a few days, getting nervous my exam results are coming in next week and I couldn't concentrate on writing but here goes, some Remy Rogueness for you all.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ Three weeks later ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Dinner as always was eventful at the institute, southern fried chicken care of Rogue, gumbo ala Gambit and Sam made fresh corn bread. The three southerners were in their element, and as they talked their accents got thicker and thicker.
"Hey guys, do you think you can convert back to English?" Bobby moaned grabbing two pieces of chicken.
"Yah mien Schwiester I can't understand a vord you are saying," laughed Kurt.
"Sorry guys guess we got a little carried away," smiled Sam handing the corn bread out.
"Ah dinnae blame yi, if there wiz another Scot 'ere ah'd be talkin like this awe the time," Rahne told him.
So many conversations were taking place Remy found it difficult to listen in to the one he was trying to hear, something was up with the Daybreakers.
"Not now," hissed Sophia angrily, to martin, "we do it after diner."
"Hey Cajun this gumbo's ain't half bad," admitted Rogue helping herself to extras. Remy wasn't one to turn down the opportunity to talk to Rogue his earwigging into Sophia's conversation was long forgotten.
"Well Chere, Remy ain't just a pretty face," he winked at her, tot he amusement of Kitty.
"Cajun, yah ain't even a pretty face," Rogue counter.
"Oui, Remy ain't nuttin compared t' y' Chere," he agreed solemnly. The casual flirting was common place between the two, most people took it as friendly banter, but Kitty saw how Remy watched Rogue when she looked away.
"Hey who's up for a movie in the rec room?" asked Scott.
"Sorry can't," smiled Briar, he had fitted right in, getting along best with Kitty, Kurt and Tabby. The new recruits and Briar turned down the movie they had a danger room session with Logan and by the end of it would probably want nothing more than to go to sleep.
Kitty and Kurt were fighting over the movie, "Like, no Kurt we are not watching the Wizard of OZ," snapped Kitty, snatching the special edition DVD from his hand and phasing it through the wall.
"But Keety, it's a classic," he pouted.
"Sorry Elf, but I agree with Kitty, Pirates of the Caribbean," Rogue slipped the DVD into the machine.
"Yeah, man it's got fighting pirates and ghosts," grinned Scott.
"And it's got Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom," smirked Rogue.
"Non, Chere, Remy don no if he can sit n' watch y' drool ova anot'er homme," he gave her puppy dog eyes, and actually looked half-serious.
"Not jealous are yah Cajun?" she asked mimicking him down to the husky whisper.
"Of every guy dat looks at y' Chere," he told her seriously. Rogue realised to late hat he as doing, he gripped her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She struggled but he held tight, "Remy promises not t' try nuttin Chere, just wanna hold y' close." He saw the fear in her eyes green eyes, "I promise Marie," he told her so only she could hear. An involuntary shiver of pleasure passed down her spine at the sound of her name.
"Ok," she relented, "but keep yah hands ta yahself." She tucked her head under his chin, the heat from his body seeping through her thin shirt thrilled her.
Sophia cleared her throat, she was standing in the doorway, Malachite and Martin behind her. "Before the movie I wanted to ask you something, It's traditional for witches to share their deepest desires, it's an old ritual and I was wondering if you would like to take part?"
Rogue and Remy looked at her sceptically, "Don't worry you don't have to actually announce your wishes to me, what you do is think of them then sign the wish list." She produced a crisp piece of ale green paper. "As I say it's a very old tradition you probably think it's silly-"
"No it's not that. It's just like, unusual," Kitty reassured her. "I'll do it, all I have to do is think of it right?" Sophia nodded giving her a feline smile. Kitty thought long and hard then signed the paper. As did everyone else.
Lastly it came to a reluctant Remy, it's just a piece of paper, he thought, what harm can it do, and signed.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ Later that night ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Kitty and Kurt went to bed after the first movie, followed closely by Scott and Jean, who left discreetly hand in hand, leaving Remy and Rogue to enjoy the quiet.
"What yah wanna watch?" asked Rogue, stifling a yawn.
"Donno, wat y' wanna watch Chere?"
"How bout the Two Towers?"
"Hey dat Orlando guys in dis to," Remy pouted, "Y' got a t'ing f' him?"
Rogue laughed, "Dammit Cajun have yah seen the boy," Remy pounced on her tickling up the sides of her body feeling the fabric under his fingers give as it glided over her skin. He was straddling her holding her hands above her head.
Remy leaned forward pressing himself against her, she could feel her body respond, her back arching to meet him. "Vous êtes vraiment la chose la plus belle que j'ai jamais vue, Marie." (You really are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Marie.)
"Remy," she closed her eyes as one of his hands travelled over her body, grazing past the curve of her breast, "Please stop, Remy."
He looked slightly hurt as she begged him not to touch her, " I'm not going t' hurt y' Marie, Chere."
"It's not yah hurtin meh ahm worried about," she told him pain flashing across her face at the idea of never being able to touch Remy. Realisation dawned on Remy's face. He could still feel waves of fear through his empathy, but he realised the fear was for him, not of him.
"Marie, t'ink we're both pretty well covered," he flipped them over so Rogue was sprawled over his chest. "But, Remy non gonna push y' so f' now we watch de movie. Un de nos jours de votre aller devoir faire confiance à moi, mais à moi peut attendre, ange." ( one of these days you going to have to trust me, but I can wait, angel.)
Rogue buried her head in his chest then on impulse clasped a hand over his mouth and kissed him. Remy's eyes widened, he tasted the leather on his lips and grinned, maybe he wouldn't have to wait that long after all.
At the other end of the mansion Sophia blew out a blood red candle, "So mote it be," she sealed the spell with a triumphant grin. Remy had never felt more at peace, Rogue was asleep in his arms, her head resting against his chest.
"Come on Petite, lets get y' t' bed."
Kookies and Karma Jiana please review and feed the fragile ego fund, every review helps.
Remy- 21 Jiana, Scott, Jean-18 Rogue-17 Kurt, Kitty-16
Soz I haven't updated in a few days, getting nervous my exam results are coming in next week and I couldn't concentrate on writing but here goes, some Remy Rogueness for you all.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ Three weeks later ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Dinner as always was eventful at the institute, southern fried chicken care of Rogue, gumbo ala Gambit and Sam made fresh corn bread. The three southerners were in their element, and as they talked their accents got thicker and thicker.
"Hey guys, do you think you can convert back to English?" Bobby moaned grabbing two pieces of chicken.
"Yah mien Schwiester I can't understand a vord you are saying," laughed Kurt.
"Sorry guys guess we got a little carried away," smiled Sam handing the corn bread out.
"Ah dinnae blame yi, if there wiz another Scot 'ere ah'd be talkin like this awe the time," Rahne told him.
So many conversations were taking place Remy found it difficult to listen in to the one he was trying to hear, something was up with the Daybreakers.
"Not now," hissed Sophia angrily, to martin, "we do it after diner."
"Hey Cajun this gumbo's ain't half bad," admitted Rogue helping herself to extras. Remy wasn't one to turn down the opportunity to talk to Rogue his earwigging into Sophia's conversation was long forgotten.
"Well Chere, Remy ain't just a pretty face," he winked at her, tot he amusement of Kitty.
"Cajun, yah ain't even a pretty face," Rogue counter.
"Oui, Remy ain't nuttin compared t' y' Chere," he agreed solemnly. The casual flirting was common place between the two, most people took it as friendly banter, but Kitty saw how Remy watched Rogue when she looked away.
"Hey who's up for a movie in the rec room?" asked Scott.
"Sorry can't," smiled Briar, he had fitted right in, getting along best with Kitty, Kurt and Tabby. The new recruits and Briar turned down the movie they had a danger room session with Logan and by the end of it would probably want nothing more than to go to sleep.
Kitty and Kurt were fighting over the movie, "Like, no Kurt we are not watching the Wizard of OZ," snapped Kitty, snatching the special edition DVD from his hand and phasing it through the wall.
"But Keety, it's a classic," he pouted.
"Sorry Elf, but I agree with Kitty, Pirates of the Caribbean," Rogue slipped the DVD into the machine.
"Yeah, man it's got fighting pirates and ghosts," grinned Scott.
"And it's got Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom," smirked Rogue.
"Non, Chere, Remy don no if he can sit n' watch y' drool ova anot'er homme," he gave her puppy dog eyes, and actually looked half-serious.
"Not jealous are yah Cajun?" she asked mimicking him down to the husky whisper.
"Of every guy dat looks at y' Chere," he told her seriously. Rogue realised to late hat he as doing, he gripped her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She struggled but he held tight, "Remy promises not t' try nuttin Chere, just wanna hold y' close." He saw the fear in her eyes green eyes, "I promise Marie," he told her so only she could hear. An involuntary shiver of pleasure passed down her spine at the sound of her name.
"Ok," she relented, "but keep yah hands ta yahself." She tucked her head under his chin, the heat from his body seeping through her thin shirt thrilled her.
Sophia cleared her throat, she was standing in the doorway, Malachite and Martin behind her. "Before the movie I wanted to ask you something, It's traditional for witches to share their deepest desires, it's an old ritual and I was wondering if you would like to take part?"
Rogue and Remy looked at her sceptically, "Don't worry you don't have to actually announce your wishes to me, what you do is think of them then sign the wish list." She produced a crisp piece of ale green paper. "As I say it's a very old tradition you probably think it's silly-"
"No it's not that. It's just like, unusual," Kitty reassured her. "I'll do it, all I have to do is think of it right?" Sophia nodded giving her a feline smile. Kitty thought long and hard then signed the paper. As did everyone else.
Lastly it came to a reluctant Remy, it's just a piece of paper, he thought, what harm can it do, and signed.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ Later that night ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Kitty and Kurt went to bed after the first movie, followed closely by Scott and Jean, who left discreetly hand in hand, leaving Remy and Rogue to enjoy the quiet.
"What yah wanna watch?" asked Rogue, stifling a yawn.
"Donno, wat y' wanna watch Chere?"
"How bout the Two Towers?"
"Hey dat Orlando guys in dis to," Remy pouted, "Y' got a t'ing f' him?"
Rogue laughed, "Dammit Cajun have yah seen the boy," Remy pounced on her tickling up the sides of her body feeling the fabric under his fingers give as it glided over her skin. He was straddling her holding her hands above her head.
Remy leaned forward pressing himself against her, she could feel her body respond, her back arching to meet him. "Vous êtes vraiment la chose la plus belle que j'ai jamais vue, Marie." (You really are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Marie.)
"Remy," she closed her eyes as one of his hands travelled over her body, grazing past the curve of her breast, "Please stop, Remy."
He looked slightly hurt as she begged him not to touch her, " I'm not going t' hurt y' Marie, Chere."
"It's not yah hurtin meh ahm worried about," she told him pain flashing across her face at the idea of never being able to touch Remy. Realisation dawned on Remy's face. He could still feel waves of fear through his empathy, but he realised the fear was for him, not of him.
"Marie, t'ink we're both pretty well covered," he flipped them over so Rogue was sprawled over his chest. "But, Remy non gonna push y' so f' now we watch de movie. Un de nos jours de votre aller devoir faire confiance à moi, mais à moi peut attendre, ange." ( one of these days you going to have to trust me, but I can wait, angel.)
Rogue buried her head in his chest then on impulse clasped a hand over his mouth and kissed him. Remy's eyes widened, he tasted the leather on his lips and grinned, maybe he wouldn't have to wait that long after all.
At the other end of the mansion Sophia blew out a blood red candle, "So mote it be," she sealed the spell with a triumphant grin. Remy had never felt more at peace, Rogue was asleep in his arms, her head resting against his chest.
"Come on Petite, lets get y' t' bed."
Kookies and Karma Jiana please review and feed the fragile ego fund, every review helps.