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"So, it looks like you an' Remy had fun this afternoon."
Mattie smiled over at Rogue as they peeled potatoes for dinner. "You two looked
cute together. Comin' in to see you an' the boy drenched in blood an' layin'
all over each other."
"We weren't layin' all over each other!" Rogue stated, nearly dropping the half
peeled potato that was clenched in her hand. "I was jus' kind of usin' him as a
pillow." A small blush crept onto her white cheeks.
Mattie smirked as she began to cut up the potatoes. "I'm thinkin' we should
move your bedroom farther down the hall now. You can't mix pleasure with
business." She glanced up to see Rogue's cheeks burning brightly now.
"It ain't anythin' like that." Rogue mumbled as the pale white color began to
return to her cheeks after several minutes of silence. "I'm surprised we didn't
kill each other—"
"You two played nicely." Mattie said with a soft chuckle. "If you guys did that
days earlier, the blood probably would have been real." She wiped the water and
starch that was dripping off her hands onto her white apron. "You're fond of
Remy now, aren't you?"
Rogue just felt like her tongue swelled up. "I—well—you see--" She trailed off,
feeling speechless as to why Mattie was discussing this to her. "I don't hate
him." She mumbled, starting to feel slightly lightheaded. "If that's what ya
mean."
Mattie winked at her before standing up. "I think you know what I mean, Rogue."
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He could still feel her body pressed up against his and he could still smell
her personal aroma that had carelessly tickled his senses when she had wrapped
her arms around his neck.
Remy shook his head, as if it would clear his thoughts. It didn't help at all,
not that he thought it would. For the past few days, all he could do was think
about her and how she practically took over his territory and now all he could
think about was Rogue and how she had touched him.
"Somethin' wrong, son?" Jean-Luc asked, looking up from the newspaper he was
reading.
"No." Remy mumbled, standing up. "I think I jus' need to take a cold shower."
Jean-Luc just smirked and went back to his reading.
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An hour later, Remy sat on his bed writing a letter back to Xavier. It wasn't
like he had anything else to do. He had his headphones on and didn't seem
bothered by the music blaring from each end. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his
shoulder. As if it were on impulse, he reached back and set his hand on the
gloved hand that had been set on his shoulder. He then felt his headphones
being lifted up, off his head.
"Dinner is ready." Rogue's voice sounded shaky, but she covered it up with a
cough. "You goin' to eat?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He asked, turning his head to see his hand still placed over
hers.
"You seem bothered by somethin'." She squeezed his shoulder. "Wishin' you saved
up some of that fake blood for us to wrestle in?"
Remy closed his notebook and smirked. "No, I was thinkin' we could mud wrestle
this time." He slowly slid his hand off hers and stood up. "So, what's for
supper?"
"Mesquite, mashed potatoes, biscuits an' corn on the cob is what's for dinner. Shall I escort you, monsieur?" He looped his arm through hers.
"Merci, mademoiselle."
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"How was that cold shower?" Jean-Luc asked Remy as they got seated for dinner.
Remy just eyed Rogue who was reaching over for the bowl of
mashed potatoes. "Not cold enough."
Mattie glanced over at Rogue and studied her for any facial expressions and got
nothing. She sighed heavily, feeling impatient. Guess I'll have to be the
catalyst. "You just took a shower a few hours ago. Why'd you take another
one?"
Jean-Luc shot his sister a look. "You know Remy, he can't ever be too clean."
Mattie shot him a look right back. "Well, it ain't like him to take two within several hours."
"Maybe he still felt sticky from the blood." Jean-Luc said
in a stern voice.
"Maybe he wanted to clear his head."
"He doesn't have to take a cold shower to do that."
"But you know why he had to take a cold shower."
"Because he was coming clean!"
"My point exactly!"
Rogue and Remy exchanged glances.
"So, Tante Mattie, would you pass me the corn?" Remy asked, forcing a smile before their row went on any further. "Please." He mumbled louder, in a strained voice.
Rogue cleared her throat. "The plate is next to your arm,
Rem."
This was going to be the longest dinner Remy had ever experienced.
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"Hey, are you all right?" After dinner, Rogue and Remy were left to clear the
table and to do the dishes. Mattie and Jean-Luc were arguing over something,
but it didn't seem to bother the two younger Southerners.
"I'm fine." Remy brushed up against Rogue, which made her tense up, as he threw
a fork into the sink. "Are you?"
"I'm not sure."
"How can you not be sure?"
"I just can be, all right?" She snapped at him as she turned around only to be face-to-face with the cocky Cajun.
"Someone is in a bad mood." He smirked as he placed his
hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to talk?"
"Yes I do." Rogue mumbled, placing her hands on his belt and tugged on it. She
leaned in and licked her lips. "Just not with you." She then turned around and
started walking out of the kitchen.
"What about the dishes?"
"You have hands. Use them. For washin' dishes that is." She threw over her shoulder.
Remy rolled his eyes; she was going to be the death of him.
-----------Remy was exhausted. He shred off his clothes until he was in his boxers and fell into his bed. He laid prone with his head shoved into his feather pillow. It made it harder to breathe but it took his brain a while to register that. He grunted as he turned around on his back. He closed his eyes and waited for his body and mind to shut down for the night. It never happened. His eyes popped open. It took nearly a half hour for him to slowly start to drift away into a slumber.
And then he was pulled out of it when he heard the
creaking sound of his door opening. He made a mental note to put the oil to
some use for it. When he heard the screaming door close, he sat up. "Rogue?" He
immediately recognized the distinctive white stripes in her hair.
"Mornin'."
"It ain't morning."
"It's after twelve."
"Is it?" He reached over and grabbed his digital alarm clock. He sighed. "That is it." He dropped it on the ground and turned back to her. "Want somethin'?"
"Yes, Remy.." She walked over to his bed and sat down. "I want you."
"This is some kind of sex dream, isn't it?"
Rogue shook her head. "No, unless I'm dreamin'."
"Dreamin' about me?"
"Oh yeah, you know it." She cleared her throat. "Actually, earlier you asked
how I got here?"
"I know how you got here. You see Rogue, when a man loves
a woman.. Oh hell, when a man has a one night stand with a 'professional dater'.."
He trailed, mumbling inaudible words. "And months later, the woman comes back
sayin' he has to pay for child support.."
"That's not what I meant an' you know it." She stared down at her bare hands. "Your
father didn't hire me."
Remy just groaned. "Let me guess—you're my half sister?"
She mumbled something like 'god forbid' and shook her head. "Mystique didn't want
me leavin' the South. She was friends with your father and knew the situation
and told him I was trained and could, well, replace you."
"So you really were my replacement. Why didn't Mystique want you to go with her?"
"Somethin' 'bout losin' me to some bald guy. She has a
friend who can see into the future an'.." Rogue shook her head. "I don't know.
It's all very complicated."
"So, you don't even like bein' here."
"When I heard you were comin' back, I was kind of hopin' that would mean I was leavin'. Apparently, it ain't lookin' like that." Rogue then stood up and slowly walked over to the door. "I never meant to take your place."
"You didn't." He said, quickly getting to his feet. Remy grabbed her arms and pulled her back. "Don't get sappy on me now, Rogue." He whispered to her.
"I don't get sappy!"
"Yeah right, that was like a soap opera minute!"
"Like hell it was. If it were, I'd really be your
half sister an' I'd be pregnant with your child." Suddenly, with force, he grabbed
her by the shoulders and backed her hard into the wall. "What the—" She was cut
off when his lips were pressed up against hers.
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