I'm so sorry this took so long and I'm so sorry that this chapter
sucks. Every time I go to write something, I'll I can get out is a few
sentences. So I'm gonna put this together as best as I can. As far as
my other story goes, I don't know when I'll update that. I'll try to in
the next few days though. Thanks for being patient and not killing me.
Rogue was getting ready for another night of shameless flirting. It was like a high for her, to be adored by men. But it never lasted long, so she kept going out, night after night.
And night after night, she was followed by someone who actually adored her, not wanting just to get in her pants. Remy followed her around the base as she got ready, asking her questions about where she was going and who she would be with. It was starting to really piss her off.
"Just back off swamp rat," Rogue yelled at him. "I'm goin out with a guy named Elliot. Happy now?"
"How well do ya know dis Elliot?" Remy asked her. "Would Remy approve of him?"
"Ah don't care if Remy approves of him cuz it's none of Remy's business." Rogue turned to leave, but turned back around and added "and Rem, do me a favor and stop following me everywhere Ah go!"
Remy was torn. He wanted to listen to her, but part of him wanted to keep her away from everyone else in the world. She was his and he couldn't stand it when another man would touch her. In the end, he decided just to take a walk downtown and just happen to bump into Rogue on the streets. He wouldn't technically be following her.
Rogue was at a club, sitting in the back at a table with a handsome shaggy- blonde haired man. His icy blue eyes looked into hers with pure lust. She was talking about something, but he wasn't paying attention. He was planning what to do to get this gothic rose into bed.
She knew that he only wanted some action, and part of her was happy to know that this man would do anything to get her. Just like every other man she went out with. They would buy her dinner and drinks. Only Elliot bought many, many more drinks than the others had. By the end of dinner, Rogue was totally wasted. Elliot took advantage of that and offered to walk her 'home'. Rogue was so sauced that she didn't even notice that the home he took her to was his.
Elliot took her up to his apartment and roughly started kissing. She tried to pull away, but her head was spinning and when she did mange to wrestle out of his grip, she fell to the floor. Rogue's head cracked on the wooden floor and blood poured onto it. Her eyes were blurred and she could barely see the figure of Elliot grabbing her arms and pulling her again towards his bedroom. The wound on her forehead leaked blood and the sticky, warm liquid trailed down her faced. It mixed in with her hot, confused tears. She wanted to scream but nothing happened. She felt herself thrown on a bed and a body press on top of hers. She felt lustful kisses being trailed across her jaw line and then her mouth was devoured.
Rogue dug her nails into his chest and tried to claw her way out. She only earned a slap across her face for her efforts. She tried to call up her hated powers, but her mind was spinning and she couldn't concentrate on anything except her own fear. But finally it happened. Her fear was enough to call up her powers and she felt all of Elliot's energy run through her veins. It sobered her up enough to push his limp body off of her and make her way out to the street.
She tore off a piece of her shirt and held it to the gash on her head. She walked down the street, still pretty dizzy, sobbing. She knew that this was bound to happen. Rogue took this risk every night, playing with guys' emotions and hormones. She only had herself to blame.
Rogue wasn't watching where she was going and bumped right into someone else who was so deep in thought, he wasn't watching where he was going. She looked up and saw the familiar red-on-black demon eyes staring straight back at her. She felt instantly relieved at the sight of her Cajun.
"Rogue, chere, Remy hates ta say he told ya so," he started, pulling her into his arms. All of her pain disappeared as she burried her head in his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. Ah know swamp rat. Ya were right." She smiled up at him and felt safe, despite earlier events. "But why the hell weren't you following me?" She yelled at him jumping out of his reach.
"Ya told Remy not to follow you," he shouted back trying to get close to Rogue again.
"Ah didn't mean it. Don't ya even care about mah safety ya stupid Cajun?"
"Rogue?" Remy asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She loved his intense stare and hoped desperately that he would kiss her. "Yes, Remy?"
"You're impossible, ya know dat?" he said with a chuckle. "Let's get ya home and cleaned up." Remy put his arm back around his favorite girl and they walked off into the distance.(Ok I just had a random urge for a cheesy chapter ending.)
Yeah sucky chapter, but whatever. At least it's something. I'll try really hard to update soon! Don't kill me!
Rogue was getting ready for another night of shameless flirting. It was like a high for her, to be adored by men. But it never lasted long, so she kept going out, night after night.
And night after night, she was followed by someone who actually adored her, not wanting just to get in her pants. Remy followed her around the base as she got ready, asking her questions about where she was going and who she would be with. It was starting to really piss her off.
"Just back off swamp rat," Rogue yelled at him. "I'm goin out with a guy named Elliot. Happy now?"
"How well do ya know dis Elliot?" Remy asked her. "Would Remy approve of him?"
"Ah don't care if Remy approves of him cuz it's none of Remy's business." Rogue turned to leave, but turned back around and added "and Rem, do me a favor and stop following me everywhere Ah go!"
Remy was torn. He wanted to listen to her, but part of him wanted to keep her away from everyone else in the world. She was his and he couldn't stand it when another man would touch her. In the end, he decided just to take a walk downtown and just happen to bump into Rogue on the streets. He wouldn't technically be following her.
Rogue was at a club, sitting in the back at a table with a handsome shaggy- blonde haired man. His icy blue eyes looked into hers with pure lust. She was talking about something, but he wasn't paying attention. He was planning what to do to get this gothic rose into bed.
She knew that he only wanted some action, and part of her was happy to know that this man would do anything to get her. Just like every other man she went out with. They would buy her dinner and drinks. Only Elliot bought many, many more drinks than the others had. By the end of dinner, Rogue was totally wasted. Elliot took advantage of that and offered to walk her 'home'. Rogue was so sauced that she didn't even notice that the home he took her to was his.
Elliot took her up to his apartment and roughly started kissing. She tried to pull away, but her head was spinning and when she did mange to wrestle out of his grip, she fell to the floor. Rogue's head cracked on the wooden floor and blood poured onto it. Her eyes were blurred and she could barely see the figure of Elliot grabbing her arms and pulling her again towards his bedroom. The wound on her forehead leaked blood and the sticky, warm liquid trailed down her faced. It mixed in with her hot, confused tears. She wanted to scream but nothing happened. She felt herself thrown on a bed and a body press on top of hers. She felt lustful kisses being trailed across her jaw line and then her mouth was devoured.
Rogue dug her nails into his chest and tried to claw her way out. She only earned a slap across her face for her efforts. She tried to call up her hated powers, but her mind was spinning and she couldn't concentrate on anything except her own fear. But finally it happened. Her fear was enough to call up her powers and she felt all of Elliot's energy run through her veins. It sobered her up enough to push his limp body off of her and make her way out to the street.
She tore off a piece of her shirt and held it to the gash on her head. She walked down the street, still pretty dizzy, sobbing. She knew that this was bound to happen. Rogue took this risk every night, playing with guys' emotions and hormones. She only had herself to blame.
Rogue wasn't watching where she was going and bumped right into someone else who was so deep in thought, he wasn't watching where he was going. She looked up and saw the familiar red-on-black demon eyes staring straight back at her. She felt instantly relieved at the sight of her Cajun.
"Rogue, chere, Remy hates ta say he told ya so," he started, pulling her into his arms. All of her pain disappeared as she burried her head in his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. Ah know swamp rat. Ya were right." She smiled up at him and felt safe, despite earlier events. "But why the hell weren't you following me?" She yelled at him jumping out of his reach.
"Ya told Remy not to follow you," he shouted back trying to get close to Rogue again.
"Ah didn't mean it. Don't ya even care about mah safety ya stupid Cajun?"
"Rogue?" Remy asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She loved his intense stare and hoped desperately that he would kiss her. "Yes, Remy?"
"You're impossible, ya know dat?" he said with a chuckle. "Let's get ya home and cleaned up." Remy put his arm back around his favorite girl and they walked off into the distance.(Ok I just had a random urge for a cheesy chapter ending.)
Yeah sucky chapter, but whatever. At least it's something. I'll try really hard to update soon! Don't kill me!