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Rogue meets Remy
Two weeks had passed since Rogue learned how to control her powers. Her new life was not going as she had planed. Actually there was nothing different in her new life from her old one.
Rogue didn't tell anyone about her discovery. Even professor didn't know. Rogue couldn't come up with a good reason as to why she was keeping her ability to touch a secret, but that did not stop her from keeping it all to her self. She wanted to have normal life and normal relationship with someone. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to be touched and held by somebody. She could have it now.
She just had to disclose the truth about her powers and all her dreams would come true. Rogue didn't know why she couldn't just admit it. Now she was confused, scared, surprised, shocked, happy, excited and more. She was used to feeling conflicting emotions and they never stopped Rogue from doing what she wanted and/or needed to do. This time it was different. She had a way out. There was no need to feel sorry for herself or blame everything on her cursed mutation. Even the voices in her head quieted down as if giving her time to sort everything out.
Rogue was very confused. She needed time to think. She needed someone to talk to. Logan left the morning after her discovery and Rogue didn't trust anyone else enough to tell them what was on her mind. Rogue didn't even know what was on her mind.
She was so very confused.
She wanted touch, now she could do it, but something about the whole thing felt wrong. Maybe it was because Rogue did not expecting the control to be permanent or maybe there was some other reason hidden deep in her complicated minds that kept Marie from disclosing her secret. First couple of days Rogue expected to lose control at any moment, but it never happened. She now had a perfect control of her mutation. After admitting it to herself Rogue still did not tell anyone about it.
Rogue desperately needed some time to think. She needed to figure out what she really wanted and what to do about it. She could tell the news to everybody after she got her thoughts in order.
Logan will be so pissed. Rogue thought, sneaking out of the mansion. Luckily for her he wasn't there at the moment and she wasn't worried about the professor. Not as much as she was about Wolverine.
Rogue was going into town. She just wanted to wander the streets, visit random stores and eventually find some secludes spot in the park to think long and hard until everything made sense again.
It sounded like a good plan. Rogue just hoped that she won't regret it later.
Listening to Wolverine in her head Rogue "borrowed" Scott's new bike just to make the trip a little more interesting. The ride was certainly worth it.
After coming to her destination, Rogue left Scott's bike by the deserted hardware store where no one would bother it. The first part of her plan, sneaking out of the mansion, went without a hitch. Now she could dedicate her time to self understanding and meditation. It sounded so much more interesting then it really was.
Rogue took some cash before leaving the mansion. Professor made sure that every student had enough funds to cover all their needs. Now Rogue had enough to rent a small apartment for a month. It felt good not to have to worry about money.
Rogue decided to enjoy herself while she had the chance. After she came back to the institute who knows when would be the next time she could go out. Logan would kill her if he knew and professor probably will not be too happy with her ether.
Rogue blended into the crowd, wandering the streets, buying souvenirs and just having fun. She spend the larger portion of the day just having a good time. It was getting late and Rogue didn't even start on the thinking part of her trip. She wasn't ready to go back to the mansion so she decided to spend the night in the park just like she used to do before meeting Logan.
Passing by the dark alley near her destination Rogue heard the sounds of a definite commotion. Someone was in trouble and Rogue, against her better judgment, went to investigate.
First thing that Rogue noticed were his eyes. They were red on black and glowing with such hatred that she felt hair on the back of her neck stand up. She felt hypnotized by the anger in his eyes. It took all her will power to look away. She could not see much past his glowing eyes. The shadows seemed to cover him like a cloak. The man was wearing something that looked like a trench coat. He was hunched over and realizing the reason for it Rogue gasped. He was hurt and beading. His trench coat was soaked in blood.
"You dirty mutant!" Rogue flinched before realizing that the shout was not directed at her. The man with beautiful red on black eyes was fighting off five angry thugs. They didn't notice her and the wounded man looked angry enough to strangle her, for whatever reason.
"We'll teach you a lesson you mute!" thugs continued yelling. They looked ready to rip the poor, wounded man apart. Rogue couldn't let that happen. Even though the man with red eyes didn't look like he wanted her help Rogue decided to help him anyway.
"Leave him alone." Rogue was grateful that her nervousness did not show in her voice. Every head immediately turned in her direction.
"Go home little girl." Older man, standing closest to her shouted.
"He's a dangerous mutant." The one right next to him, holding a lead pipe, called out.
"Don't worry we'll deal with him." The third thug yelled from the shadows.
"Would you like to watch? And than maybe I could buy you a drink." The dirtiest one of all smirked. Rogue felt a little sick just thinking about what he was implying. She didn't let anything show on her face.
Rogue didn't look at the mutant she was trying to protect. She couldn't risk being hypnotized by his stare again.
"Ah am tellin' ya. Leave him alone." Rogue's southern accent was very obvious now. It always came out when she was nervous.
"Or what?" The older men didn't look like he cared and the other four appeared to be excited.
Realizing that confrontation was inevitable Rogue moved closer to the wall all the time keeping her eyes on her enemies.
"Ah can't let you hurt him." Was all Marie said getting ready to attack.
"Maybe you would like to join him, eh? What if you're a mutant too? Can't have you freaks running around with normal people." The older thug was the first one to reach for her. He was the biggest one of all, with a bear stomach and large hands.
Rogue couldn't beat him with brute strength so she went for the speed instead. Rogue kicked him in the side of his knee, which by the sound of it, broke on impact. Elbow to the face finished the job. Everything was over in less than three seconds. The man was unconscious by Rogue's feet.
The rest of the gang was shocked speechless. Rogue didn't wait for the men to regain their composure. Just like Logan taught her, Rogue attacked first. An over head kick to the head, Rogue was fast enough to pull it off, and another thug was out cold. Two down, three more to go.
Last three thugs were too stupid to think their strategy through. They were too impatient to get to their victim that they didn't even realize that they were getting in each other's way in the mean time. If they waited and attacked on at a time, then Rogue might have had a problem. In current situation, five seconds later, two more unconscious bodies were laying at Rogue's feet.
The final criminal was lucky, or unlucky, enough to actually reach Rogue. He wrapped his dirty fingers around her bare throat. Rogue didn't want to use her mutation to get rid of the last thug. She didn't want his memory in her head. She didn't want to remember all the nasty things he had done, every person he had killed. Before he could squeeze her throat and cut off her air or blood flow to the brain, Rogue locked her hands together and forcefully brought them up. All her training had paid off, Rogue was able to get herself free.
The thug was too surprised to plan his next attack. His hands started to reach for the girl's throat again but Rogue was faster. Taking a step to the left and catching his left hand with her own while bringing her free hand up and through his elbow. The criminal howled in pain when the said elbow broke with a sickening crack. A quick jab to the face ended the fight.
Finally, after the threat was taken care off Rogue felt safe enough to look back at the mutant she fought to protect. His devil eyes were no longer angry and he was intently studying her. Rogue felt shivers run down her spine. This time it wasn't from fear. Those eyes looked like they could see right through her. She was hypnotized again.
"Like what you see, cherie?" The corners of his lips lifted in a devilish smirk. That grin, plus the comment, brought out Rogue's anger that cover her embarrassment at being caught staring.
"You wish!" His French accent is beautiful, unwanted though entered Rogue's mind. She made her way toward the mutant, trying to ignore how he was making her feel. "You're bleeding. Where are you hurt?" Rogue tried to examine him without actually touching the man.
"Remy is touched by your concern, cherie. But Dis' Cajun is perfectly fine. The blood belonged to other men." Rogue was ready to ask questions when one of the unconscious men began to stir.
"Let's get out of here" Rogue was still worried about the mutant she just saved, but he was not in danger of dieing. Then she noticed how pale he was and how unsteady he was on his feet. Without thinking about it, Rogue wrapped her arms around his waist putting his hand on her shoulder trying to help him keep his balance. Just as her hands came in contact with his body Rogues was assaulted by new feelings. She was aware of his body, so close to her own. Her hart beat sped up. Moments late Rogue discovered that the man was heavier than he looked. His weight almost brought her on to her knees.
"Not wasting any time talking, are we, cherie?, "Rogue could almost feel the smirk on his face.
"Shut up," now there was no mistaking silent laughter that shook Remy's body, "Ah am trying to help you here".
"Remy believes you," his laughter did not go away.
"Ah know good place where we'll be safe." Rogue tried hard to ignore the warmth of his body next to hers.
"Remy is ready to follow dis femma anywhere." His annoying smirk was still firmly in place. He was probably running a fever his body felt too hot against her own. The contact between them was too close for comfort, but Rogue was not going to pull away. He needed her support and she was not about to leave him. Even his attitude could not change her mind. Then Rogue felt him rubbing against her side. He had to be doing it on purpose. But that was, of course, impossible. The man was wounded. He couldn't help where his body touched hers. Or so Rogue thought. Unfortunately, Rogue couldn't control her own body's reaction to this. Butterflies in the stomach didn't even begin to describe it.
A/N Ok, the next chapter is lemon – the reason why I wrote this fiction in the first place. Tell me what you think...
Thank you all very much for the wonderful reviews I got. You are what keeps me going. Thank you so-o much! Here is the next chapter...
Rogue meets Remy
Two weeks had passed since Rogue learned how to control her powers. Her new life was not going as she had planed. Actually there was nothing different in her new life from her old one.
Rogue didn't tell anyone about her discovery. Even professor didn't know. Rogue couldn't come up with a good reason as to why she was keeping her ability to touch a secret, but that did not stop her from keeping it all to her self. She wanted to have normal life and normal relationship with someone. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to be touched and held by somebody. She could have it now.
She just had to disclose the truth about her powers and all her dreams would come true. Rogue didn't know why she couldn't just admit it. Now she was confused, scared, surprised, shocked, happy, excited and more. She was used to feeling conflicting emotions and they never stopped Rogue from doing what she wanted and/or needed to do. This time it was different. She had a way out. There was no need to feel sorry for herself or blame everything on her cursed mutation. Even the voices in her head quieted down as if giving her time to sort everything out.
Rogue was very confused. She needed time to think. She needed someone to talk to. Logan left the morning after her discovery and Rogue didn't trust anyone else enough to tell them what was on her mind. Rogue didn't even know what was on her mind.
She was so very confused.
She wanted touch, now she could do it, but something about the whole thing felt wrong. Maybe it was because Rogue did not expecting the control to be permanent or maybe there was some other reason hidden deep in her complicated minds that kept Marie from disclosing her secret. First couple of days Rogue expected to lose control at any moment, but it never happened. She now had a perfect control of her mutation. After admitting it to herself Rogue still did not tell anyone about it.
Rogue desperately needed some time to think. She needed to figure out what she really wanted and what to do about it. She could tell the news to everybody after she got her thoughts in order.
Logan will be so pissed. Rogue thought, sneaking out of the mansion. Luckily for her he wasn't there at the moment and she wasn't worried about the professor. Not as much as she was about Wolverine.
Rogue was going into town. She just wanted to wander the streets, visit random stores and eventually find some secludes spot in the park to think long and hard until everything made sense again.
It sounded like a good plan. Rogue just hoped that she won't regret it later.
Listening to Wolverine in her head Rogue "borrowed" Scott's new bike just to make the trip a little more interesting. The ride was certainly worth it.
After coming to her destination, Rogue left Scott's bike by the deserted hardware store where no one would bother it. The first part of her plan, sneaking out of the mansion, went without a hitch. Now she could dedicate her time to self understanding and meditation. It sounded so much more interesting then it really was.
Rogue took some cash before leaving the mansion. Professor made sure that every student had enough funds to cover all their needs. Now Rogue had enough to rent a small apartment for a month. It felt good not to have to worry about money.
Rogue decided to enjoy herself while she had the chance. After she came back to the institute who knows when would be the next time she could go out. Logan would kill her if he knew and professor probably will not be too happy with her ether.
Rogue blended into the crowd, wandering the streets, buying souvenirs and just having fun. She spend the larger portion of the day just having a good time. It was getting late and Rogue didn't even start on the thinking part of her trip. She wasn't ready to go back to the mansion so she decided to spend the night in the park just like she used to do before meeting Logan.
Passing by the dark alley near her destination Rogue heard the sounds of a definite commotion. Someone was in trouble and Rogue, against her better judgment, went to investigate.
First thing that Rogue noticed were his eyes. They were red on black and glowing with such hatred that she felt hair on the back of her neck stand up. She felt hypnotized by the anger in his eyes. It took all her will power to look away. She could not see much past his glowing eyes. The shadows seemed to cover him like a cloak. The man was wearing something that looked like a trench coat. He was hunched over and realizing the reason for it Rogue gasped. He was hurt and beading. His trench coat was soaked in blood.
"You dirty mutant!" Rogue flinched before realizing that the shout was not directed at her. The man with beautiful red on black eyes was fighting off five angry thugs. They didn't notice her and the wounded man looked angry enough to strangle her, for whatever reason.
"We'll teach you a lesson you mute!" thugs continued yelling. They looked ready to rip the poor, wounded man apart. Rogue couldn't let that happen. Even though the man with red eyes didn't look like he wanted her help Rogue decided to help him anyway.
"Leave him alone." Rogue was grateful that her nervousness did not show in her voice. Every head immediately turned in her direction.
"Go home little girl." Older man, standing closest to her shouted.
"He's a dangerous mutant." The one right next to him, holding a lead pipe, called out.
"Don't worry we'll deal with him." The third thug yelled from the shadows.
"Would you like to watch? And than maybe I could buy you a drink." The dirtiest one of all smirked. Rogue felt a little sick just thinking about what he was implying. She didn't let anything show on her face.
Rogue didn't look at the mutant she was trying to protect. She couldn't risk being hypnotized by his stare again.
"Ah am tellin' ya. Leave him alone." Rogue's southern accent was very obvious now. It always came out when she was nervous.
"Or what?" The older men didn't look like he cared and the other four appeared to be excited.
Realizing that confrontation was inevitable Rogue moved closer to the wall all the time keeping her eyes on her enemies.
"Ah can't let you hurt him." Was all Marie said getting ready to attack.
"Maybe you would like to join him, eh? What if you're a mutant too? Can't have you freaks running around with normal people." The older thug was the first one to reach for her. He was the biggest one of all, with a bear stomach and large hands.
Rogue couldn't beat him with brute strength so she went for the speed instead. Rogue kicked him in the side of his knee, which by the sound of it, broke on impact. Elbow to the face finished the job. Everything was over in less than three seconds. The man was unconscious by Rogue's feet.
The rest of the gang was shocked speechless. Rogue didn't wait for the men to regain their composure. Just like Logan taught her, Rogue attacked first. An over head kick to the head, Rogue was fast enough to pull it off, and another thug was out cold. Two down, three more to go.
Last three thugs were too stupid to think their strategy through. They were too impatient to get to their victim that they didn't even realize that they were getting in each other's way in the mean time. If they waited and attacked on at a time, then Rogue might have had a problem. In current situation, five seconds later, two more unconscious bodies were laying at Rogue's feet.
The final criminal was lucky, or unlucky, enough to actually reach Rogue. He wrapped his dirty fingers around her bare throat. Rogue didn't want to use her mutation to get rid of the last thug. She didn't want his memory in her head. She didn't want to remember all the nasty things he had done, every person he had killed. Before he could squeeze her throat and cut off her air or blood flow to the brain, Rogue locked her hands together and forcefully brought them up. All her training had paid off, Rogue was able to get herself free.
The thug was too surprised to plan his next attack. His hands started to reach for the girl's throat again but Rogue was faster. Taking a step to the left and catching his left hand with her own while bringing her free hand up and through his elbow. The criminal howled in pain when the said elbow broke with a sickening crack. A quick jab to the face ended the fight.
Finally, after the threat was taken care off Rogue felt safe enough to look back at the mutant she fought to protect. His devil eyes were no longer angry and he was intently studying her. Rogue felt shivers run down her spine. This time it wasn't from fear. Those eyes looked like they could see right through her. She was hypnotized again.
"Like what you see, cherie?" The corners of his lips lifted in a devilish smirk. That grin, plus the comment, brought out Rogue's anger that cover her embarrassment at being caught staring.
"You wish!" His French accent is beautiful, unwanted though entered Rogue's mind. She made her way toward the mutant, trying to ignore how he was making her feel. "You're bleeding. Where are you hurt?" Rogue tried to examine him without actually touching the man.
"Remy is touched by your concern, cherie. But Dis' Cajun is perfectly fine. The blood belonged to other men." Rogue was ready to ask questions when one of the unconscious men began to stir.
"Let's get out of here" Rogue was still worried about the mutant she just saved, but he was not in danger of dieing. Then she noticed how pale he was and how unsteady he was on his feet. Without thinking about it, Rogue wrapped her arms around his waist putting his hand on her shoulder trying to help him keep his balance. Just as her hands came in contact with his body Rogues was assaulted by new feelings. She was aware of his body, so close to her own. Her hart beat sped up. Moments late Rogue discovered that the man was heavier than he looked. His weight almost brought her on to her knees.
"Not wasting any time talking, are we, cherie?, "Rogue could almost feel the smirk on his face.
"Shut up," now there was no mistaking silent laughter that shook Remy's body, "Ah am trying to help you here".
"Remy believes you," his laughter did not go away.
"Ah know good place where we'll be safe." Rogue tried hard to ignore the warmth of his body next to hers.
"Remy is ready to follow dis femma anywhere." His annoying smirk was still firmly in place. He was probably running a fever his body felt too hot against her own. The contact between them was too close for comfort, but Rogue was not going to pull away. He needed her support and she was not about to leave him. Even his attitude could not change her mind. Then Rogue felt him rubbing against her side. He had to be doing it on purpose. But that was, of course, impossible. The man was wounded. He couldn't help where his body touched hers. Or so Rogue thought. Unfortunately, Rogue couldn't control her own body's reaction to this. Butterflies in the stomach didn't even begin to describe it.
A/N Ok, the next chapter is lemon – the reason why I wrote this fiction in the first place. Tell me what you think...