A/N: Hello, again. I'm so glad that you all like this story, and I just
thought that I should tell you all that. I'm typing the last few chapters
all at one time because- like I said- I have to update on the computers at
school, and we leave school soon (20 days-WOOT!). If I don't answer
everybody's comments, the reason is probably because I was too lazy to go
back and type it in, so...
Star-of-Chaos: reward...? Not exactly, but wackiness ensues!
PomegranateQueen: Pink tutu? That could be interesting. Make him dance to Barney songs!******************************************************************
"What the hell?!" Scott yelled. "Rogue, Kitty, why is there an Acolyte standing outside your window?"
[He's half naked an' Scott doesn' care?] Rogue thought. [Damn, Xavier _must_ have his 'nads in a jar.]
"Rogue," Jean said having overheard and was not very amused.
Remy pulled the zipper up, but left the shirt and coat where they were, and watched to see what was going to happen.
"Scott, chill," Kitty pleaded. "He like comes in peace."
Scott gave Kitty a very stern stare. We assume. "Why was he unzipping his pants?"
"He was gonna have the windah give 'im a blow job. Who invited _you_ intah _our_ room?" Rogue challenged.
Scott's mouth, along with several others, dropped. Remy wondered what was going on in there.
"I'm telling Logan," Scott threatened. Then he collapsed to the floor, suddenly struck narcoleptic.
Jean turned back to the windows and waved a queenly hand, sending Remy, [Continue.]
Remy laughed out loud, not bothering to try and muffle the sound. Continue?! God, he needed a change of address; things were a _lot_ more fun around the Institute. It had been a good thing for the break, though. It would have been embarrassing as hell to get his pants down and _then_ remember to take off his shoes. This time he slipped out of his sneakers first, and then went back to the zipper.
Tabitha started humming something that sounded vaguely porn movie-ish. "Bow- chicka-bow-bow!"
A couple of the other girls took up the tune. The rest just giggled and continued watching the show.
Remy was now down to the red flannel boxers. He paused, wondering if he should go farther. The girls all waited with baited breath to see if he was going to do it. He shrugged and grinned and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist band of the boxers.
Squeels and shouts and cat calls erupted from inside the room. Tabitha was urging him on the loudest; Jean was a close second. Rogue lost her nerve and threw her hands up an motioned for him to stop. Kitty started beating her with a pillow to get her to put her damn hands down. Rogue jumped off of her bed and went to the door just as Remy was starting to pull down.
"DON'T!!!"
"Rogue, you are such a party-pooper!" Tabitha yelled at her.
Remy had stopped and motioned for Rogue to come out on the balcony with him. She hesitated, but he went to strip again, so she unlocked the door and stepped out.
"What?" she asked.
Remy thought fast. He'd hadn't planned quite this far yet. "Y' always got dat bug up y' ass?"
"Ah don't like seein' mah balcony desecrated by naked men," she tried to sound sure of herself.
"Wouldn' be 'desecration'" Remy said. "Prob'ly de most action dis place's seen."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ya come here just tah point out we'ah all virgins?"
Remy smiled wickedly. "Y' a virgin, chere? I could help wit dat."
Rogue smirked, closing the distance between them, counting on him backing up against the stone railing. He didn't budge.
"Ah'd rathah do Magneto," she said.
Remy put his hands on his chest, looking wounded but "accidentally" getting a good feel of Rogue's boob in the process. "Ya wound me."
"Ah'll really wound ya if ya don't get 'cho ass outta mah window b'fo' Ah do it for ya," Rogue warned.
"Y' accent is thicker at night," he observed charmingly.
"We'ah two stories up," she observed threateningly.
"'M like a cat, chere."
"Ah wish someone would puttcha back in the bag."
"I wasn' in de bag," he grinned. "Women like you make dat impossible f' me."
"Ah am not talkin' to ya all damn night."
Inside, Jean took a mental poll. After quickly deciding that the group's opinion matched hers, she used her telekinesis to silently close and lock the door. %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$
A/N: If you didn't like it, go write your own stripper fic! Go ahead. I dare ya. In fact, let me know so I can go read it. Tit-for-tat, and all that; now go REVIEW!
Star-of-Chaos: reward...? Not exactly, but wackiness ensues!
PomegranateQueen: Pink tutu? That could be interesting. Make him dance to Barney songs!******************************************************************
"What the hell?!" Scott yelled. "Rogue, Kitty, why is there an Acolyte standing outside your window?"
[He's half naked an' Scott doesn' care?] Rogue thought. [Damn, Xavier _must_ have his 'nads in a jar.]
"Rogue," Jean said having overheard and was not very amused.
Remy pulled the zipper up, but left the shirt and coat where they were, and watched to see what was going to happen.
"Scott, chill," Kitty pleaded. "He like comes in peace."
Scott gave Kitty a very stern stare. We assume. "Why was he unzipping his pants?"
"He was gonna have the windah give 'im a blow job. Who invited _you_ intah _our_ room?" Rogue challenged.
Scott's mouth, along with several others, dropped. Remy wondered what was going on in there.
"I'm telling Logan," Scott threatened. Then he collapsed to the floor, suddenly struck narcoleptic.
Jean turned back to the windows and waved a queenly hand, sending Remy, [Continue.]
Remy laughed out loud, not bothering to try and muffle the sound. Continue?! God, he needed a change of address; things were a _lot_ more fun around the Institute. It had been a good thing for the break, though. It would have been embarrassing as hell to get his pants down and _then_ remember to take off his shoes. This time he slipped out of his sneakers first, and then went back to the zipper.
Tabitha started humming something that sounded vaguely porn movie-ish. "Bow- chicka-bow-bow!"
A couple of the other girls took up the tune. The rest just giggled and continued watching the show.
Remy was now down to the red flannel boxers. He paused, wondering if he should go farther. The girls all waited with baited breath to see if he was going to do it. He shrugged and grinned and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist band of the boxers.
Squeels and shouts and cat calls erupted from inside the room. Tabitha was urging him on the loudest; Jean was a close second. Rogue lost her nerve and threw her hands up an motioned for him to stop. Kitty started beating her with a pillow to get her to put her damn hands down. Rogue jumped off of her bed and went to the door just as Remy was starting to pull down.
"DON'T!!!"
"Rogue, you are such a party-pooper!" Tabitha yelled at her.
Remy had stopped and motioned for Rogue to come out on the balcony with him. She hesitated, but he went to strip again, so she unlocked the door and stepped out.
"What?" she asked.
Remy thought fast. He'd hadn't planned quite this far yet. "Y' always got dat bug up y' ass?"
"Ah don't like seein' mah balcony desecrated by naked men," she tried to sound sure of herself.
"Wouldn' be 'desecration'" Remy said. "Prob'ly de most action dis place's seen."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ya come here just tah point out we'ah all virgins?"
Remy smiled wickedly. "Y' a virgin, chere? I could help wit dat."
Rogue smirked, closing the distance between them, counting on him backing up against the stone railing. He didn't budge.
"Ah'd rathah do Magneto," she said.
Remy put his hands on his chest, looking wounded but "accidentally" getting a good feel of Rogue's boob in the process. "Ya wound me."
"Ah'll really wound ya if ya don't get 'cho ass outta mah window b'fo' Ah do it for ya," Rogue warned.
"Y' accent is thicker at night," he observed charmingly.
"We'ah two stories up," she observed threateningly.
"'M like a cat, chere."
"Ah wish someone would puttcha back in the bag."
"I wasn' in de bag," he grinned. "Women like you make dat impossible f' me."
"Ah am not talkin' to ya all damn night."
Inside, Jean took a mental poll. After quickly deciding that the group's opinion matched hers, she used her telekinesis to silently close and lock the door. %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$
A/N: If you didn't like it, go write your own stripper fic! Go ahead. I dare ya. In fact, let me know so I can go read it. Tit-for-tat, and all that; now go REVIEW!