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Rogue caught herself as yet another giggle fought to escape her lips. This was ridiculous. She had just spent the last ~two~ hours actually having sort of a good time with the Cajun. Remy, Rogue reminded herself inwardly about his name, had actually managed to entertain her by alternatively teasing and flirting with her until she wasn't sure whether to laugh or hit him over the head. And she hadn't even thought about her dilemma about Scott and Jean once. Maybe he isn't. that bad, Rogue admitted, looking over at Remy who was still sprawled in the same languid position.
"You see somethin' that agree with you, chere?" Remy suggested, his voice turning husky. Scratch that idea, Rogue thought, gritting her teeth as she felt herself blush at his comment.
"You wish, LeBeau. I was actually looking for the remote," Rogue denied hotly. He arched one eyebrow and smirked with one side of his mouth. How does he manage to make that so appealing? Rogue thought, totally irritated at herself for behaving like a cagey hormonally challenged teen.
"Ah, well I assure you, the remote is not embedded in my face, last time I checked," Remy teased, propping himself on his elbows.
"You keep mouthing off Cajun, and it will be," Rogue countered, holding the remote up in a mock-threatening position with one slim hand. He let out another deep rich laugh that was annoyingly contagious. Rogue coughed to cover up her own giggle, as Remy put up his hands over his face and pretended to plead for mercy. He really was too much, Rogue mused, rolling her eyes. Not at all like Scott, Rogue added absentmindedly and frowned as she mulled over that thought. Why the hell am I comparing the two? Scott's my long-time love-interest and Remy is...a ..he's an aquaintance, Rogue thought finally.
"So, um, what next?" Rogue broached quickly, when she saw Remy looking at her intently. God, I hope he's not a mind-reader, Rogue prayed silently, as she went back to the video pile.
"Actually, chére, I thought maybe we could take a break from movies and just..talk," Remy suggested casually, but his eyes were serious. Rogue stiffened immediately as she turned to look at him.
"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" Rogue asked cautiously, her guard back on.
"I wanna talk about you," Remy said bluntly, his red-black eyes glowing again. Rogue could feel her mouth go dry. Why? Why did he want to know so much about her?
"Why, are you writing a book?" Rogue asked lightly, but she stared down at her gloved hands avoiding his gaze completely.
"No, I just think that you're worth getting to know, chére," Remy said simply.
"Well, maybe I don't want to talk about me!" Rogue blurted out, hating how shaky her voice was. Why couldn't they have just kept joking and watching movies? Why did it always have to come back to me, Rogue thought bitterly, me and my curse? "You know, you could have spared yourself the trouble of softening me up the last two hours, and just asked me what you came to ask!" Rogue lashed out, wondering how she could be so hurt by a guy she barely knew. Maybe because she'd thought he knew how lethal she was and completely acted as if he didn't care. It had been totally exhilarating to be around someone that had made even her forget about her untouchable status, even if it were only for a short while. Rogue jumped to her feet, ready to flee, but Remy took hold of her wrist firmly and yanked her back to the couch, his eyes glowing.
"You are not your mutation, Rogue. You're the only one who can decide how much it will control your life," Remy told her, slowly loosening his hold on her wrists.
Rogue was silent, the anger whooshing out of her as his words sank in. "You don't know that and you're wrong, I'm not worth knowing. I'm a freak among freaks, and ..I'm jealous of Jean Grey. Isn't that pathetic?" Rogue said bitterly, resting her face on her hands. She didn't know why she was telling him this, only vaguely acknowledging that his opinion mattered to her for some reason.
"No, chére, it's not pathetic. It's..ridiculous," Remy said seriously.
"What?!" Rogue asked, glaring at him. "Why is it ridiculous? She's smart, good-looking, athletic, popular, need ah go on? She's like..this walking list of virtues!"
"And you want to be like that? Rubbing shoulders with all those jocks and being student body president, an' all the rest? Chére, that don't sound like you at all," Remy told her, shaking his head. Rogue grumbled as she realized the truth in his words.
"Okay maybe not," Rogue admitted grudgingly, "but what about the other stuff she had going for her?"
"Like what, bouncy hair? Well, I can tell you that your hair is much prettier, p'tite," Remy quipped, his eyes dancing with amusement at the withering glare Rogue shot him. Rogue felt a warm flush of pleasure at the compliment, and stared at him, trying to gage whether he was humoring her or if he was really being honest. His eyes shone with sincerity and a glow that had a strange effect on her.
"Remind me to call you when ah'm in need of an ego boost," Rogue smiled slightly, her mood lightening.
"You really need to smile more, chére. You glare so much people gonna forget you have teeth," Remy teased, and ducked to avoid the pillow Rogue threw at him.
"Well, I need to get some rest. I volunteered to help Scott with decorations tomorrow," Rogue said, surprised at the pang of regret she felt.
"Oh, I see," Remy said quietly, and his keen red-black eyes flickered at her with an indefinable emotion. Why was he looking at her like that? As if she'd gone and hurt his feelings? "Well, wouldn't want to miss a thrilling morning with the Fearless Leader," Remy added, his voice neutral.
"Right," Rogue said awkwardly. "Well, seeya round'."
"Good nite, Rogue," Remy called after her. Rogue swallowed. It was odd to hear him call her by her name instead of "chére". And even more surprising to realize that she didn't like it.
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Rogue caught herself as yet another giggle fought to escape her lips. This was ridiculous. She had just spent the last ~two~ hours actually having sort of a good time with the Cajun. Remy, Rogue reminded herself inwardly about his name, had actually managed to entertain her by alternatively teasing and flirting with her until she wasn't sure whether to laugh or hit him over the head. And she hadn't even thought about her dilemma about Scott and Jean once. Maybe he isn't. that bad, Rogue admitted, looking over at Remy who was still sprawled in the same languid position.
"You see somethin' that agree with you, chere?" Remy suggested, his voice turning husky. Scratch that idea, Rogue thought, gritting her teeth as she felt herself blush at his comment.
"You wish, LeBeau. I was actually looking for the remote," Rogue denied hotly. He arched one eyebrow and smirked with one side of his mouth. How does he manage to make that so appealing? Rogue thought, totally irritated at herself for behaving like a cagey hormonally challenged teen.
"Ah, well I assure you, the remote is not embedded in my face, last time I checked," Remy teased, propping himself on his elbows.
"You keep mouthing off Cajun, and it will be," Rogue countered, holding the remote up in a mock-threatening position with one slim hand. He let out another deep rich laugh that was annoyingly contagious. Rogue coughed to cover up her own giggle, as Remy put up his hands over his face and pretended to plead for mercy. He really was too much, Rogue mused, rolling her eyes. Not at all like Scott, Rogue added absentmindedly and frowned as she mulled over that thought. Why the hell am I comparing the two? Scott's my long-time love-interest and Remy is...a ..he's an aquaintance, Rogue thought finally.
"So, um, what next?" Rogue broached quickly, when she saw Remy looking at her intently. God, I hope he's not a mind-reader, Rogue prayed silently, as she went back to the video pile.
"Actually, chére, I thought maybe we could take a break from movies and just..talk," Remy suggested casually, but his eyes were serious. Rogue stiffened immediately as she turned to look at him.
"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" Rogue asked cautiously, her guard back on.
"I wanna talk about you," Remy said bluntly, his red-black eyes glowing again. Rogue could feel her mouth go dry. Why? Why did he want to know so much about her?
"Why, are you writing a book?" Rogue asked lightly, but she stared down at her gloved hands avoiding his gaze completely.
"No, I just think that you're worth getting to know, chére," Remy said simply.
"Well, maybe I don't want to talk about me!" Rogue blurted out, hating how shaky her voice was. Why couldn't they have just kept joking and watching movies? Why did it always have to come back to me, Rogue thought bitterly, me and my curse? "You know, you could have spared yourself the trouble of softening me up the last two hours, and just asked me what you came to ask!" Rogue lashed out, wondering how she could be so hurt by a guy she barely knew. Maybe because she'd thought he knew how lethal she was and completely acted as if he didn't care. It had been totally exhilarating to be around someone that had made even her forget about her untouchable status, even if it were only for a short while. Rogue jumped to her feet, ready to flee, but Remy took hold of her wrist firmly and yanked her back to the couch, his eyes glowing.
"You are not your mutation, Rogue. You're the only one who can decide how much it will control your life," Remy told her, slowly loosening his hold on her wrists.
Rogue was silent, the anger whooshing out of her as his words sank in. "You don't know that and you're wrong, I'm not worth knowing. I'm a freak among freaks, and ..I'm jealous of Jean Grey. Isn't that pathetic?" Rogue said bitterly, resting her face on her hands. She didn't know why she was telling him this, only vaguely acknowledging that his opinion mattered to her for some reason.
"No, chére, it's not pathetic. It's..ridiculous," Remy said seriously.
"What?!" Rogue asked, glaring at him. "Why is it ridiculous? She's smart, good-looking, athletic, popular, need ah go on? She's like..this walking list of virtues!"
"And you want to be like that? Rubbing shoulders with all those jocks and being student body president, an' all the rest? Chére, that don't sound like you at all," Remy told her, shaking his head. Rogue grumbled as she realized the truth in his words.
"Okay maybe not," Rogue admitted grudgingly, "but what about the other stuff she had going for her?"
"Like what, bouncy hair? Well, I can tell you that your hair is much prettier, p'tite," Remy quipped, his eyes dancing with amusement at the withering glare Rogue shot him. Rogue felt a warm flush of pleasure at the compliment, and stared at him, trying to gage whether he was humoring her or if he was really being honest. His eyes shone with sincerity and a glow that had a strange effect on her.
"Remind me to call you when ah'm in need of an ego boost," Rogue smiled slightly, her mood lightening.
"You really need to smile more, chére. You glare so much people gonna forget you have teeth," Remy teased, and ducked to avoid the pillow Rogue threw at him.
"Well, I need to get some rest. I volunteered to help Scott with decorations tomorrow," Rogue said, surprised at the pang of regret she felt.
"Oh, I see," Remy said quietly, and his keen red-black eyes flickered at her with an indefinable emotion. Why was he looking at her like that? As if she'd gone and hurt his feelings? "Well, wouldn't want to miss a thrilling morning with the Fearless Leader," Remy added, his voice neutral.
"Right," Rogue said awkwardly. "Well, seeya round'."
"Good nite, Rogue," Remy called after her. Rogue swallowed. It was odd to hear him call her by her name instead of "chére". And even more surprising to realize that she didn't like it.
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