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Much later that night, after eating their misshaped meat balls, spaghetti and butterscotch pudding, Rogue and Remy sat on the roof top of the house, in a deep conversation.
"Why do guys wear black nail polish?" Rogue had asked, glancing down at his nails, which were not coated with a cheap black nail polish. Thank the lord."For the same reason they wear eye liner."
"They're in Pirates of
The Caribbean movies?"
"Not quite."
"They're Bush representatives?"
"Not quite."
She scooted over closer to him. "Put nail polish and eye liner on and tell me
how you feel as a man."
"I'd rather get castrated."
"That's where I draw the line. No stockings for Remy."
"So, you'll wear make-up?" She couldn't help but to smirk at the look on his face. It was so easy to get to him. Not when they were in an argument, that is.
"No." He stressed, squeezing her hand tighter. "One strike left, chere, an' you're gettin' thrown off the roof."
"Thrown? Not
accidentally pushed?" Rogue asked in mock horror. "Remy, I'm ashamed." She
attempted to stand up, but ended up falling into him. She tried again, and once
again ended up falling into him. Finally, on the third attempt, she stood up
with the help of Remy. "I can't even look you in the face anymore."
"Watch it." Remy mumbled, griping her calf. "If you fall I sure as hell ain't
pullin' you back up." Although he had said it, he sure as hell didn't mean it.
"How far down is the drop?"
"Why don't you sit down and find out?" He suggested, looking around. "Throw a
rock or somethin'."
"Oh yeah, 'cause there's
just so many rocks on your roof."
"There's the chimney." He suggested, nodding his head towards the old brick
chimney, which looked like it smoked a lot in its day. Rogue just mumbled
something and sat down on Remy's lap.
"I've always wanted to go down a chimney."
"Not the one with great expectations, eh?" Remy asked with a small smirk as he
leaned his head in and inhaled the scent of her hair. "That can be arranged but
you have to wear a skimpy Mrs. Clause outfit."
"Like in your dreams?"
He let out a low whistle. "You don't even want me to answer that." In response,
she nodded.
"But I bet you tackle me continuously in your dreams."
"That's it! You are goin' down the chimney!" Yet, he didn't even move a muscle.
"Your hair smells nice."
"Thank ya. Now would you mind removing your nose out of my hair? It's kind of
freaky."
"If I pulled out a patch of your hair and carried it around in my pocket, that
would be freaky."
"No, that'd be stalker-ish."
"Rogue! Remy! Stop foolin' around up there and come down now!" Jean-Luc's loud
voice broke through the silent night air.
"Can you yell that a little louder?" Remy yelled back as Rogue immediately
leans outward, so he wouldn't yell in her ear and cause her to become deaf in a
few years, "I don't think the people in Australia heard you correctly."
"Get away!" Rogue cried out, laughing as hurried down the stairs and into the hallway.
"Come on, let me see!" He called after her, running as fast as his legs would take him. He did come to an abrupt stop with Rogue tripped over the carpet and fell prone to the ground. She clutched the wanted item and buried it under her chest. There was no way she was going to give up that easily.
--
"They sound like a horde of elephants." Jean-Luc mumbled as he took a mouthful
from his can of beer.
"You're
just mad 'cause you lost the bet." Mattie looked up from the magazine article
she was reading and smirked at him.
"I still have a chance."
"Oh,
no you don't."
He just mumbled something and chugged down the rest of his beer. It wasn't
until he heard a repeated thud; he set down the empty can and stood up.
--
"Let me see!"
"Never!"
Once again, the race was on. Rogue was in the lead, running up and down
hallways and through the living room. Remy was behind her, not running as fast
as he could. Now, both of them were on each side of the coffee table. Remy had
his eyes on the item Rogue was clutching to her chest.
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way." He admonished, smirking at her
as their eyes met. Both were flushed and slightly out of breath.
"Give me liberty or give me death!" She declared, stepping back so that the
back of her legs were pressed up against the couch. The second he lunged
forward, she went back, brought her knees up to her chest and then with as much
force as she could, she extended her legs. It didn't work out exactly as
planned, but he did get kicked and fell off balance. In a beat, when he fell in
the space between the table and couch, Rogue took a second to laugh and then
took off.
Remy
just mumbled some choice words as he got to his feet and went after her. Right
as he made it to the beginning of the hall, from the corner of his eye he saw
Rogue going upstairs. He ran up the stairs, skipping over a few, he caught up
to her and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. When she fell against him, he
lost balance and they both tumbled down the stairs.
--
"Ugh, you broke me." Rogue groaned, rubbing her sides. She turned around and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I broke you? You broke me." He groaned back, never wanting to stand up again. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
"If two don't cut it out, I'm gettin' the hose again." Jean-Luc snapped, staring down at the two. "Y'all are too old to be actin' so childish over nothin'."
Remy's
eyes snapped open and both he and Rogue sat up. Remy quickly reached over and
grabbed the book laying by the end of the stairs. 'Rogue's picture album.' He
thought with a grin as he pulled away from Rogue who was trying to grab it from
him. "Now, lets see what Rogue looked like when she was a youngin'. Terrible
acne? Braces? Frizzy hair? The world is about to find out."
Jean-Luc rolled his eyes as Rogue tried to grab the book from him. He was about
to go get the hose when there came a loud, sharp knock at the door. He told the
two to stop acting like child and to shut up as he walked over and opened the
door. Rogue and Remy went still, but that didn't stop Remy from opening the
album.
"Mystique, what a surprise.." They heard Jean-Luc say just seconds later.
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Sorry, but I'm incredibly busy. . Yesterday I had to do community service (cleaned up the streets around my school and such) and got sun burn all over my face and arms. =( I have school work to make up and tests to study for. I'll update this story by Friday night. = This fic was only supposed to be about 4 to five chapters long. Ugh. There's going to be either one or two more chapters.
I heart butterscotch pudding