"Out of all the things they could be doing, they're watchin' the tube." Jean-Luc stood in the doorway of the room, his sister standing next to him. She patted his shoulder.

"At least they're getting along."

He grunted. "Like that's goin' to last long."

Mattie just chuckled as they walked out of the house, leaving the two Southerners on their own.

Remy just grunted. "We should splatter some fake blood around for them to see when they get back."

Rogue, who was sitting next to him on the loveseat, glanced at him sideways. "Do you know how to make it?"

He smirked, his eyes meeting hers.

ooo

"Are we makin' waffles?" Rogue asked, sitting up on the counter as Remy took out a container of corn syrup.

"No, we're makin' fake blood."

"Why do I have a feelin' I should just go to bed an' pop a Valium?"

"Shut up and find me some red food dye."

"Find yourself some red food dye." She shot at him, not feeling the need to hop off the counter and to hop around finding him red dye. He walked over to her, leaning in towards her while placing his hands at the sides of her knees, near the side of the counter.

"So, what is it you do around here?" Remy felt slightly surprised when Rogue suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm a sex slave." She said with a wink.

"Figured as much. My father certainly didn't hire you for your thieving and fighting skills."

Rogue just stared at him in a daze momentarily, as if she were in deep thought. All of a sudden, she sighed heavily. "All right. Counting backwards from ten only delays the time you want to hit someone."

"You want to hit me?" He smirked, leaning in far enough where his face was only an inch away from hers.

"More than anything." She slowly unwrapped her arms from around his neck but kept her hands on his shoulders. Within seconds, his hands were placed on her hips and he leaned in his head even more. "Did I ever tell you how good of a tackler you are?" 

That had only made him laugh as he backed away from her. "So, you goin' to help me with this?"

Rogue bit down on her lower lip. "Nah." She hopped off the counter and landed on one foot. "I'm goin' to go watch television."

He arched up one brow. "Are you really?"

"Yes, I am." She stated matter-of-factly as she limped out of the kitchen, she glanced behind her shoulder as she left, throwing a, "—really," at him.

ooo

Less than a half hour later, Rogue was sitting comfortably on the couch, watching some annoying guy blabber Australian phrases as he poked an allagator. She rolled her eyes as she turned the TV off and decided there was nothing decent on to watch. Before she knew it, she heard quick footsteps and suddenly, something wet and sticky was shoved into her face. She yelled out some non-lady like language as she reached up and touched her face only to see the wet and sticky was actually red, wet and sticky. "Swamp rat!" She got up and raced into the kitchen.

ooo

"Somethin' the matter, Rogue?" Remy stood there holding a squirt bottle full of fake blood. With a growl, which oddly reminded the young Cajun of a certain Canadian, Rogue lunged forward, tackling Remy into the table. She landed on top of him and the squirt bottle was between them. The pressure of their bodies being pressed together caused the contents that were inside to be squeezed out. 

"You're not such a bad tackler yourself." Remy laughed, ignoring the pain he had encountered. "But chére, you have somethin' all over your face."

"You are so goin' down, Cajun!"

He smirked up at her. "But Rogue, you already have me down."

"You think this is funny?" She grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and saddled his hips. "I'm gonna wipe that smirk off your pretty li'l face."

"Promise?" He asked as she reached down to grab the blood filled squirt bottle. "Ah-ah-ah!" He sat up immediately and grabbed both of her arms. "I don't think so."

"But Remy, this is war."

ooo

There was much struggling, pushing, shoving, and grunting. Both Remy and Rogue were red and sticky from head to toe and so was the kitchen floor they were fighting on.

After an hour of pointless wrestling, Remy laid sprawled out on the ground. Rogue was rolled up in a ball next to him but her head was resting on his abdomen.

"Well." She mumbled, breathing in deeply through his nose. "We could always tell your parents we disagreed on how to make the waffles." He just grunted in reply.

Remy then reached over and patted her head. "Are your eye lids startin' to stick together?"

She blinked. "Yeah." Short pause. "An' I think we're stuck to the ground."

"What the.." Mattie and Jean-Luc stood in the doorway of the kitchen, staring down at the two with raised eyebrows.

Jean-Luc just put his hands up. "You know what? I don't want to know." He then turned on his heel and walked away.

"Are you two all right?" Mattie asked; unsure of what to say as she stared down at them with her right eye twitching.

"I'm not even sure." Remy decided with a yawn. "What about you, Rogue?"

"Goosfraba?" She mumbled, licking her lips. "I need a shower.  A long shower."

Mattie sighed and just turned around. "I need a Valium." She mumbled, walking off.

"Who's goin' to take a shower first?"

Rogue sat up and mentally realized she was going to be sore later. "Either way, I'm goin' to go first." They both got to their feet and Rogue gave Remy a look.

"I ain't carryin' you up the stairs. Don't even ask."

"Remy." She gave him a small pout.

"You look too ridiculous for me to fall for that."   

"You don't look any better."

"If you do, I'll let you take your shower first." 'Because I want to take a long bath.' She mentally added.



"Really?"

"Would I ever lie to you?" They were both silent. "Okay, don't answer that."

ooo

"Remind me never to make blood again." Remy mumbled to Rogue, who was sitting on a towel on his bed, as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Next time we'll use real blood."

"We're goin' to spill a li'l of your blood?"

Rogue just stood up. "I'm goin' to go take my bath."

"It's okay to spill my blood an' not yours?"

"Of course."

"So, you want me to carry you into the bathroom and give you a sponge bath?"

Rogue shook her head but smiled. "Nah, but I'll take ya up on that sponge bath later." With a wink, she limped into the bathroom.

And for the first time in weeks, or even in months, Remy felt a slight fluttering feeling in his stomach.

ooo

UGH. I hate ff.n. They won't let me use my usual line thingers to separate scenes so I had to use ooo's. They look so.. unhappy. :(