Authors Note: oh...I feel unloved. :-( But I shall ignore that because I like this chapter (for once, ya'll know what I'm like), and I hope you do too! Right, time for the mail call I think...

Ishandahalf: ahh faithful ishy...maybe me and Remy should start some kinda support group for people with low self esteem, we could have coffee mornings and everything. Sexy Cajun's and fun, happy fluff you say? Well perhaps I can help you out in those particular departments ;-)

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Footprints in the Sand

Chapter Six (Days)

Rogue was shocked at how late in the day it was when she awoke the next morning. Then again, it had been very late (or early, depending on how you look at it) when she had actually got to sleep. Although she had been in bed pretty soon after she had got in, her mind kept drifting to a certain Cajun swamp rat and that made it more than a little difficult to sleep.

Quickly throwing on some trousers and a strappy top with a lighter mesh one for safety's sake over the top, as well as the mandatory gloves, she went downstairs to find herself some breakfast, or should that be lunch?

In the spacious kitchen at the back of the house, Rogue was surprised to find a bunch of beautiful roses in a vase, sitting on her countertop. Nestled in the blooms, there was yet another playing card, which Rogue gently pulled out. Flipping it over, she found a message written in neat, cursive script on the back.

Rogue

Merci for a wonderful time last night

-Remy

Rogue smiled and replaced the card. Grabbing some fruit from the side, she opened the door and walked onto the beach.

Once again, the coast was quiet. Aside from the gentle, dull roar of the waves on the beach and the occasional seagull, there was not a sound to be heard. Rogue stretched her arms in the air. Oh yes, she could definitely get used to the beach life.

She found herself wondering where Remy might be at this time of the day. Clearly he was up, or at least he had been, otherwise he couldn't of left her those flowers...She decided to do a little exploring.

All the houses along this strip looked similar, Rogue supposed they must have all been built around the same time. They were all whitewashed and wooden, slightly damaged from the sea air. The row gradually curved round as the end of the beach grew closer and then there were large rocks that separated the beach from the rest of the coastline and secluded the area.

Rogue didn't know which one was Remy's, but she knew it was in this direction as this was the way she'd seen him walk yesterday. Still eating her fruit, she carried on walking, not entirely sure what she was walking towards.

She detoured slightly and walked a little way into the water instead, kicking the waves up a little as the cold salt water crashed over her bare feet.

"Hey! Chére!" a familiar voice called out from behind her. Spinning around, she saw Remy standing outside what would appear to be his house. She waved back and he began to walk over.

"Mornin' Cajun."

"Mornin chére? Are y' sure?" Rogue playfully whacked him on the arm.

"Thank ya foah tha flowers, they're beautiful."

"Mon pleasure, anyt'in' fo' a pretty fille." That earned him another whack.

Remy began to wade out further into the water, rolling up his trousers up to his knees before they got completely soaked.

"Y' comin' chére?"

"What? No! Its cold!"

"Aww quit bein' such a baby, a lil cold water ain't gonna kill y'."

Remy began to run towards her as fast as he could with the water weighing him down. Rogue began to panic as to what he was going to do; she still felt that she had a lot of skin exposed, it wasn't the safest thing in the world.

"What are ya doin' Cajun?" she questioned him suspiciously. He now had a smirk on his face that was a plain indication that he was up to no good. She began to slowly walk backwards.

Too late. Remy had been quicker than her and before she knew it, he had scooped her up, being mindful of her skin and started to walk out with her further into the ocean. Rogue screamed out of surprise.

"What tha hell? Put me down LeBeau!" He was already out up to his knees and the water was beginning to lap at the bottoms of his trousers.

"As de lady wishes" was all he said as he dropped her into the sea. Reacting quickly, Rogue decided that she wasn't going to go down alone. Grabbing his shirt as she fell, she pulled him down into the water too.

"Gawd, this water is so cold that it actually hurts..." she exclaimed as she bobbed up, trying to rub the salt water from her eyes.

"Remy still don' t'ink its dat bad." Rogue stared at him in disbelief-the water was freezing! Giving up on him, for he was obviously insane, she quickly splashed him in the face.

"Oh y' gonna pay fo' dat one chérie." It seemed as though Rogue had sparked a splashing war and soon both of them were chucking water at each other and laughing.

Eventually, Remy was forced to surrender due to all the saltwater that was beginning to burn his eyes. Rogue had to say, she was feeling ever so slightly smug as the triumphant winner. She stood up and began to walk back to the shore; they hadn't gone far into the water.

The breeze coming off the sea and caught in the water that clung to her body, she was soaked through and now she felt even colder than she had when she was in the sea. Remy followed her out onto the sand, noticing how her wet clothes clung to every curve on her body and trying very, very hard not to react physically.

"Ah think Ah'm gonna go inside foah a bit an' dry off, ya wanna come?" Remy couldn't quite believe his luck. Rogue meanwhile, couldn't quite believe what she was doing. She had only known this guy, what? Two days? And already she found herself considering him a better friend than many of the people at the institute.

"Remy right behind y' chére."

They walked up to the beach house and Rogue tried her best to rub some of the sand that her feet had accumulated on the journey off before she went in. She didn't really want to spend her summer cleaning sand out of the Professors house.

"Wait here a second," she told Remy and ran upstairs quickly, returning a moment later with some towels. "Here ya go," she said as she handed him one. He too brushed the majority of the sand off his feet before wrapping the towel around himself and coming in.

Rogue's house was a lot like his own but that didn't surprise him, there was very little in the way of variation in all the houses he had looked into down here. Not that he really cared.

Remy decided that it was probably a good idea to get out of as many of his wet clothes as possible as they were only making him and his towel wetter. Lifting it over his head, he took off his shirt and hung it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs that were next to him.

Meanwhile, Rogue had gone into the refrigerator to get out some juice. She took it out, poured it and put it back, all with her back still turned to Remy. When she did finally turn around, she nearly dropped the two juice-filled glasses that she was holding. There was Remy, oblivious to her stare, standing semi-naked in her kitchen, drying himself with the towel she had provided.

"Like what y' see chére?" Ok, perhaps she had been staring a little too long. In truth, she really did like what she saw; the guy had a great body. She wasn't prepared to let him know that though. Remy smirked. She was blushing; she was cute when she blushed.

The day, or what had been left of it by the time Rogue had gotten up anyway, had passed very quickly and now the sun was beginning to set over the horizon. Putting down her glass, Rogue went into the freezer this time and pulled out a tub of ice cream, along with two spoons from one of the kitchen drawers.

"C'mon Rem."

Rogue led the way up the staircase and into her bedroom.

"Ice cream, y' bedroom...chére, Remy gotta say, he like where dis be goin'..."

"Mahnd outta tha gutter swamprat."

She pushed open the bedroom window and stepped through onto the kitchen roof. Which jutted out at the back. Remy followed her and they made themselves comfy, enjoying the company, the view, and the ice cream.


Wet, half-naked Remy anyone? Should have guessed as much ;-)

Now you see what I mean by pointless? Its just pure, carefree, fun-in-the-sun kids!

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