NOTE: okay, another rogue/remy chapter for all of you! Wow, I can't thank
you enough for all the reviews I got for chap 8. They were incredible! I
really appreciate all these new ideas I'm getting, I'm definitely going to
use them in upcoming chapters. Please review and tell me what u think of
this one..enjoy.
Rogue opened the fridge, savoring the blast of cool air that hit her as she rifled around for the tub of Ben and Jerry's she knew Logan had stuck back there. It was undoubtedly the hottest day of the year and it didn't help that Logan had scheduled a mandatory Danger Room session in an hour. Logan would kill her for eating his ice cream but Rogue was too hot and uncomfortable to care at the moment about the consequences. Rogue sniffed appreciatively as she worked the lid off and the aroma of cookies and cream hit her.
"Just me and my ice-cream," Rogue sang out, giggling a little at her inane behavior. She continued humming her impromptu song while digging into the carton with her spoon.
"You got a good voice, chere," a voice intoned deeply from behind her. Rogue choked on a bit of Oreo, earning her a laugh from the intruder. Rogue jumped off the counter and turned around to face Remy who was smiling/smirking at her from behind his ever-present red shades. Figures he'd turn up when I'm making a total pig of myself, Rogue thought wiping her mouth, and then became annoyed that she was even worrying about how she appeared to him. As if I care, Rogue thought, retrieving her spoon and grabbing the carton again.
"Shouldn't you be off eating snails or something?" Rogue blurted out, and then winced at how childish the words sounded. But instead of being annoyed, Remy merely laughed at her.
"Once again, chere, I'm from New Orleans, not France. Now are you going to share that ice-cream?" Remy asked smirking, indicating at the carton.
"No way, I need my energy for the Danger Room session," Rogue said. And for thinking of a way to get Scott to notice me, Rogue added silently to herself. Suddenly, Rogue felt the ice-cream whisked away, and sitting comfortably in Remy's lap. "What do you think you're doing?" Rogue demanded, feeling stupid holding her spoon up.
Remy looked up calmly from the carton, and took a large bite of ice- cream and smiled innocently down at her and licked his lips to get the oreo at the corner of his mouth. Rogue averted her eyes, fanning herself. Was it her or was the room getting unbearably hot? Rogue felt her cheeks grow warm, as she twirled the spoon in her hand, trying to look anywhere but at Remy who was looking concerned.
"Are you okay, Rogue? You're looking somewhat flushed," Remy said, leaning in closer to examine her face. "Nope, just the heat," Rogue said quickly, turning around and opening the fridge again to hide her flaming face. What WAS it about the Cajun menace that made her feel as if she was out of breath and flustered?
"What are you looking for?" Remy asked, amused.
"Something else to consume since you stole my ice-cream," Rogue muttered, her eyes sighting the pitcher of iced tea.
"Ah, poor chere," Remy teased, and twirled her around so fast that the iced tea she had clutched in her hand spilled down her shirt. Rogue gasped in shock and Remy's jaw dropped open. Somehow, in that moment, instead of thinking of how cold she was and how annoyed she should be at him, Rogue was caught by the intensity of his gaze. "Rogue, I'm sorry," Remy said in a low voice.
Rogue swallowed at her mysteriously parched throat. All her usual retorts seemed to have fled her mind. "No-prob," Rogue managed to get out.
"AHEM!" Logan's voice startled Rogue enough for her to spill the rest of the ice tea onto Remy whose eyes were still trained onto hers. Looking at Logan's surprised and stern gaze, Rogue suddenly became aware of how close Remy and her were standing. Oh jeez, does Logan think? Did he-? Rogue's mind raced with excuses. Wait, excuses? I wasn't doing anything, Rogue thought half-indignantly. Especially not with Frenchy!
"We were-, the ice-cream, what I mean is, he spilled, or actually," Rogue stammered. Remy looked equally flustered, his neck flushed red.
"It was really hot, but we weren't, uh," Remy started, running a hair through his hair while Rogue became suddenly fascinated with the floor tile.
Logan crossed his arms. "What the hell are you two babbling about? I want to know where you two get off raiding MY ice-cream?"
Rogue and Remy gaped at him. Ice Cream? That's what he-..Rogue bit her lip with the urge not to laugh hysterically. Remy's amusement was luckily hidden by his sunglasses, and he quickly handed the ice-cream to Logan, hardly aware of the ice-tea stain on his shirt in his effort not to laugh.
"We're sorry, Logan. Won't happen again," Rogue said quickly, and shot off upstairs to the laundry room, too embarrassed to look at Remy or the baffled Logan.
Rogue opened the fridge, savoring the blast of cool air that hit her as she rifled around for the tub of Ben and Jerry's she knew Logan had stuck back there. It was undoubtedly the hottest day of the year and it didn't help that Logan had scheduled a mandatory Danger Room session in an hour. Logan would kill her for eating his ice cream but Rogue was too hot and uncomfortable to care at the moment about the consequences. Rogue sniffed appreciatively as she worked the lid off and the aroma of cookies and cream hit her.
"Just me and my ice-cream," Rogue sang out, giggling a little at her inane behavior. She continued humming her impromptu song while digging into the carton with her spoon.
"You got a good voice, chere," a voice intoned deeply from behind her. Rogue choked on a bit of Oreo, earning her a laugh from the intruder. Rogue jumped off the counter and turned around to face Remy who was smiling/smirking at her from behind his ever-present red shades. Figures he'd turn up when I'm making a total pig of myself, Rogue thought wiping her mouth, and then became annoyed that she was even worrying about how she appeared to him. As if I care, Rogue thought, retrieving her spoon and grabbing the carton again.
"Shouldn't you be off eating snails or something?" Rogue blurted out, and then winced at how childish the words sounded. But instead of being annoyed, Remy merely laughed at her.
"Once again, chere, I'm from New Orleans, not France. Now are you going to share that ice-cream?" Remy asked smirking, indicating at the carton.
"No way, I need my energy for the Danger Room session," Rogue said. And for thinking of a way to get Scott to notice me, Rogue added silently to herself. Suddenly, Rogue felt the ice-cream whisked away, and sitting comfortably in Remy's lap. "What do you think you're doing?" Rogue demanded, feeling stupid holding her spoon up.
Remy looked up calmly from the carton, and took a large bite of ice- cream and smiled innocently down at her and licked his lips to get the oreo at the corner of his mouth. Rogue averted her eyes, fanning herself. Was it her or was the room getting unbearably hot? Rogue felt her cheeks grow warm, as she twirled the spoon in her hand, trying to look anywhere but at Remy who was looking concerned.
"Are you okay, Rogue? You're looking somewhat flushed," Remy said, leaning in closer to examine her face. "Nope, just the heat," Rogue said quickly, turning around and opening the fridge again to hide her flaming face. What WAS it about the Cajun menace that made her feel as if she was out of breath and flustered?
"What are you looking for?" Remy asked, amused.
"Something else to consume since you stole my ice-cream," Rogue muttered, her eyes sighting the pitcher of iced tea.
"Ah, poor chere," Remy teased, and twirled her around so fast that the iced tea she had clutched in her hand spilled down her shirt. Rogue gasped in shock and Remy's jaw dropped open. Somehow, in that moment, instead of thinking of how cold she was and how annoyed she should be at him, Rogue was caught by the intensity of his gaze. "Rogue, I'm sorry," Remy said in a low voice.
Rogue swallowed at her mysteriously parched throat. All her usual retorts seemed to have fled her mind. "No-prob," Rogue managed to get out.
"AHEM!" Logan's voice startled Rogue enough for her to spill the rest of the ice tea onto Remy whose eyes were still trained onto hers. Looking at Logan's surprised and stern gaze, Rogue suddenly became aware of how close Remy and her were standing. Oh jeez, does Logan think? Did he-? Rogue's mind raced with excuses. Wait, excuses? I wasn't doing anything, Rogue thought half-indignantly. Especially not with Frenchy!
"We were-, the ice-cream, what I mean is, he spilled, or actually," Rogue stammered. Remy looked equally flustered, his neck flushed red.
"It was really hot, but we weren't, uh," Remy started, running a hair through his hair while Rogue became suddenly fascinated with the floor tile.
Logan crossed his arms. "What the hell are you two babbling about? I want to know where you two get off raiding MY ice-cream?"
Rogue and Remy gaped at him. Ice Cream? That's what he-..Rogue bit her lip with the urge not to laugh hysterically. Remy's amusement was luckily hidden by his sunglasses, and he quickly handed the ice-cream to Logan, hardly aware of the ice-tea stain on his shirt in his effort not to laugh.
"We're sorry, Logan. Won't happen again," Rogue said quickly, and shot off upstairs to the laundry room, too embarrassed to look at Remy or the baffled Logan.