A/N: Yes! It's what you've all been waiting for! The stripping scene! I ask
for forgiveness if I don't describe it very well. I've never seen a
stripper, so I'm not entirely sure how things like this work. Other than
that, use your imagination where I fail to get the job done. Have
fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At 9:45, Remy went out of the secret base, hopped on his motorcycle again, and set out for his self-appointed task of being an asshole. He got to the Institute a little after 10. Everything was quiet. Did these guys seriously go to bed that early?
Oh, right. SCHOOL. He didn't see the point. He could read, he could write, he could get groceries. What else do you _really_ need to know? (A/N: physics sux!)
This time, getting in was a wee bit harder. Nighttime security and all. Still, it was a little frightening to think that so much technology and fire power were under such flimsy protection. Then again, who but him could pull it off? ; )
Creeping to the shrubbery below Rogue's balcony, Remy tried to think of something less typically high school than throwing rocks at her window. He had nuthin' except maybe blowing something up, but that would probably alert some of the adults, which he didn't want.
*TINK*
Rogue squinted at the balcony doors. She could have sworn she heard something.
*TINK*
There it was again.
"Kitty," she mumbled. "It's fah you."
"I hear it," her roommate said. "I'm going."
Kitty sighed and rolled out of bed. She walked to the French doors, opened them up, and went out on the balcony. Rogue rolled over onto her side and tried to go to sleep. She had a test the next day.
Outside, Rogue could hear Kitty talking for a minute. She couldn't hear the other person, but she figured that it was either Lance or Colossus. Kitty always attracted the bad guys. Why? Rogue heard her giggle and Kitty came back inside, closing the doors behind her.
"It's like for _you_ this time, Rogue."
After a second of disbelieving her, Rogue growled and got up. Kitty phased through the wall to tell Amara and Jubilee what was happening.
Rogue went to the glass doors just as Remy landed on the balcony. She jumped in surprise, then took in what he was wearing. Rogue rolled her eyes at the semi-Goth Cajun. She gave him a sleepy, though still potently wicked smirk and locked the doors.
"Wannabe Goth idiot!"
Remy smirked back at her through the window and started picking the lock. Kitty came back in with every female in the Institute (except Ororo) in tow, all giggling, before he'd gotten the lock popped. Even Roberto was there (A/N: you know it as well as I do!). He had been on his way to play cards with Rahne and Tabby, so the girls waylaid him and drug him into Rogue and Kitty's room with them.
Remy surveyed his slightly larger than anticipated audience and wondered what to do.
[Only one t'ing t' do, self,] he thought. [STRIP!]
Remy gave all the girls- and Roberto- a devilish grin as he pulled hid trench coat off.
"Oh. My. God," one of the girls stammered. "Am I the only one seeing this?" "If you are, you're projecting."
Remy saw his audience getting excited and loved it. He decided to beef the performance up a little and started to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, wishing he had some music to go along with it.
"Aw, shit!" Tabitha squeeled. "Rogue, you get the _best_ stalkers!"
"Is it wrong to be enjoying this?" Amara asked.
"If _I'm_ enjoying it," Jean said, "_you_ can enjoy it."
Rogue smirked right back out the window at his expression. She wondered how far this guy Gambit was going to go. When the shirt slipped off his nice broad shoulders, down his muscled arms, and dropped to the floor of the balcony, Rogue lost the sarcasm and became very appreciative to what genetics could produce.
"The boy is _fine_," she agreed with the girls.
Kitty went over to Rogue and leaned in as far as she dared to whisper, "Roommates share, right? So, like, how about you tell me what you like wanna do to him, and I'll totally do it for you?"
"Kitty!" Rogue was shocked. "You got so corrupted."
"Your fault," she accused. "And, with a view like this, I am like so totally not complaining."
Remy could've gotten through those doors so easily, but he was having way too much fun. He'd taken off the wife beater and had moved on to the button on his- well, _John's_, jeans. He popped it through the hole and was inching the zipper down, listening to the muffled rhythmic clapping, as if there really was music, and cat calls from inside the room.
[If I ever need t' stop de Acolyte t'ing, I c'n still have a future bein' a stripper,] he thought to himself.
Suddenly, the inside door to the room burst open to reveal the dramatic (and idiotic) Scott Summers, ruining all their fun! =*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
It's not done yet!! There's more! I just wanted to break it up a bit so that you could savor a bit longer. Savoring? The thought of yummy Remy compels you!!!
At 9:45, Remy went out of the secret base, hopped on his motorcycle again, and set out for his self-appointed task of being an asshole. He got to the Institute a little after 10. Everything was quiet. Did these guys seriously go to bed that early?
Oh, right. SCHOOL. He didn't see the point. He could read, he could write, he could get groceries. What else do you _really_ need to know? (A/N: physics sux!)
This time, getting in was a wee bit harder. Nighttime security and all. Still, it was a little frightening to think that so much technology and fire power were under such flimsy protection. Then again, who but him could pull it off? ; )
Creeping to the shrubbery below Rogue's balcony, Remy tried to think of something less typically high school than throwing rocks at her window. He had nuthin' except maybe blowing something up, but that would probably alert some of the adults, which he didn't want.
*TINK*
Rogue squinted at the balcony doors. She could have sworn she heard something.
*TINK*
There it was again.
"Kitty," she mumbled. "It's fah you."
"I hear it," her roommate said. "I'm going."
Kitty sighed and rolled out of bed. She walked to the French doors, opened them up, and went out on the balcony. Rogue rolled over onto her side and tried to go to sleep. She had a test the next day.
Outside, Rogue could hear Kitty talking for a minute. She couldn't hear the other person, but she figured that it was either Lance or Colossus. Kitty always attracted the bad guys. Why? Rogue heard her giggle and Kitty came back inside, closing the doors behind her.
"It's like for _you_ this time, Rogue."
After a second of disbelieving her, Rogue growled and got up. Kitty phased through the wall to tell Amara and Jubilee what was happening.
Rogue went to the glass doors just as Remy landed on the balcony. She jumped in surprise, then took in what he was wearing. Rogue rolled her eyes at the semi-Goth Cajun. She gave him a sleepy, though still potently wicked smirk and locked the doors.
"Wannabe Goth idiot!"
Remy smirked back at her through the window and started picking the lock. Kitty came back in with every female in the Institute (except Ororo) in tow, all giggling, before he'd gotten the lock popped. Even Roberto was there (A/N: you know it as well as I do!). He had been on his way to play cards with Rahne and Tabby, so the girls waylaid him and drug him into Rogue and Kitty's room with them.
Remy surveyed his slightly larger than anticipated audience and wondered what to do.
[Only one t'ing t' do, self,] he thought. [STRIP!]
Remy gave all the girls- and Roberto- a devilish grin as he pulled hid trench coat off.
"Oh. My. God," one of the girls stammered. "Am I the only one seeing this?" "If you are, you're projecting."
Remy saw his audience getting excited and loved it. He decided to beef the performance up a little and started to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, wishing he had some music to go along with it.
"Aw, shit!" Tabitha squeeled. "Rogue, you get the _best_ stalkers!"
"Is it wrong to be enjoying this?" Amara asked.
"If _I'm_ enjoying it," Jean said, "_you_ can enjoy it."
Rogue smirked right back out the window at his expression. She wondered how far this guy Gambit was going to go. When the shirt slipped off his nice broad shoulders, down his muscled arms, and dropped to the floor of the balcony, Rogue lost the sarcasm and became very appreciative to what genetics could produce.
"The boy is _fine_," she agreed with the girls.
Kitty went over to Rogue and leaned in as far as she dared to whisper, "Roommates share, right? So, like, how about you tell me what you like wanna do to him, and I'll totally do it for you?"
"Kitty!" Rogue was shocked. "You got so corrupted."
"Your fault," she accused. "And, with a view like this, I am like so totally not complaining."
Remy could've gotten through those doors so easily, but he was having way too much fun. He'd taken off the wife beater and had moved on to the button on his- well, _John's_, jeans. He popped it through the hole and was inching the zipper down, listening to the muffled rhythmic clapping, as if there really was music, and cat calls from inside the room.
[If I ever need t' stop de Acolyte t'ing, I c'n still have a future bein' a stripper,] he thought to himself.
Suddenly, the inside door to the room burst open to reveal the dramatic (and idiotic) Scott Summers, ruining all their fun! =*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
It's not done yet!! There's more! I just wanted to break it up a bit so that you could savor a bit longer. Savoring? The thought of yummy Remy compels you!!!