Marin M, Sweety8587, Moonlight152, Chuckles 123 & Anamaniax: I think I shall organise a lucky dip so you can all have a mystery prize for reviewing! Doesn't that sound like fun? Thank you all very much for taking the time to do it for me.
Ishandahalf: well I guess The Cure do have an incredibly massive back catalogue to choose from...doesn't excuse it though ;-) I've heard of Billy Talent, I quite like their new one. I'm glad you had fun! Reading's gonna be a blast. I will blow Mozza a kiss from you and cross my fingers for a dinner jacket. He should have one, after all, he is a very charming man (see what I did there?....I'll just go shall I?) I'm sorry for the shortness! I just can't write long chapters! It's a curse. After the summer, Rogue has to go back to school and Remy has to go to N'awlins so it will have to come to an end –hide from ish's threats-. Thank you for the über long review! The longer and ramblier they are the more I love them! You've ended up with a pretty long response! I get carried away sometimes...but isn't it fun?!
Silky Black: bikini bliss you say? Well just before I updated I was listening to a band called bikini kill. Coincidence? I think not! I'm glad you liked the chapter and thanks very much for the review.
Freak87: pointless answers to pointless questions. The water's always cold because it's the sea! Whenever I've been to the sea-side its been freezing. The other houses are owned by the kinds of people who own tons of holiday homes and don't really bother with them, possibly they are lying on surfboards in Costa Rica or something. Places and people like that do exist. Promise.
Blackrougefillie: don't worry! I've finished writing it so it's definitely getting posted to the end!
Star-of-Chaos: wayhey you're back! In truth I was quite worried about you...but wow, you're certainly making up for lost time now! Its great to hear from you once again :-)
Pyros-gal: wow, that was very hard to read! I can't say I've heard of "Ashley language", you'll have to enlighten me!
DemonicGambit: ahh don't worry about it. I don't get much time to read and review other fan fiction now because of work either. Work has a lot to answer for!
Shockgoddess: oh dear, I seem to have picked one of the maintenance days to update. Again. I'm glad you thought Rogue was going to be kidnapped! That's what I wanted you to think. If I was a better writer I would have you thinking things like that all the time. I'm not though, so we'll have to stick to plain old predictable...thanks for the review.
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Footprints in the Sand
Chapter Ten (Dinner)
"C'mon chére, Remy's gonna cook y' dinner t' celebrate." Remy took her hand and pulled her up.
"Sure Cajun, Ah'm gonna go put some clothes on first though." Remy looked more than a little disappointed, if it were up to him; Rogue would live in that bikini....
With a quick parting kiss, they set off in separate directions down the beach. If all went well, Remy thought, this would be the perfect end to the perfect day, just him and Rogue, candlelight and good Cajun food.
There was a lingering worry etched deep into the back of his mind however. The close contact he had shared with Rogue had made him completely and utterly addicted to her. He had never fallen for a girl before, he was more the 'love 'em and leave 'em' type, but now he had met Rogue, he felt that quickly changing. How on earth was he going to be able to give her up?
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Rogue began to flick through her wardrobe looking for something to wear. With a smirk, she decided that she wanted something that would make Remy drool, without being too provocative.
She thought she would miss home by now, but she didn't. Wondering if the Professor would ever agree to letting her stay here permanently, and then dismissing the idea as she knew it would never happed, she continued to idly thumb through her clothing.
In the end, she went for a short, black dress with straps and a spilt up the leg, feeling that would do the job nicely. It was something she had bought with Kitty on a whim once and had never, ever worn; she'd never had an occasion to before. Now, she was extra especially glad that she had decided to bring it with her last minute.
For a moment, she thought about what shoes she could wear with it, but then thought better of it. So far she had walked barefoot pretty much all summer and she had to say, she liked the sensation of the gritty sand between her toes, she wasn't about to change things now. Besides, how much more freedom did she have before she went back to Bayville?
After applying a little makeup and grabbing her bag, she began to make her way across the dark beach and over to Remy's.
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The Ragin' Cajun was busy cooking up a storm when heard a small knock at the back door and then watched as a pretty face looked in at him.
"Heya swamprat" she said as she walked in and begun to look around his house. It didn't take him an instant to notice the low cut and clingy dress she had on. Rogue smirked as she watched him shamelessly gawk.
For a while, Remy couldn't remember how to form a coherent sentence in any language, let alone English. She looked absolutely stunning. Even with his track record, which was impressive to say the least, he couldn't believe that a girl as beautiful as her was standing in his kitchen and that more importantly, he was the man she had been kissing only a few hours earlier. It made him grin just thinking back on it.
"Dats one nice dress chére, y' look tres belle." He finally managed.
"Thank ya. Do ya want some help with that?" she asked, gesturing to the assorted pots and pans he had covering the cooker.
"Nope, Remy's jus' fine p'tite, y' go make y'self comfy."
Taking a seat behind him, Rogue watched Remy cook for a bit, it looked as if dinner was some way off. He had changed too, now dressed smartly in a wine coloured button up shirt and smart black trousers. Nice.
"Can Ah at least set tha table foah ya?" she asked finally, fed up of doing nothing.
"Sure, plates are up dere and cutlery in dere," he told her without turning round, waving vaguely at all the kitchen cupboards. After looking through all of them, Rogue eventually found what she needed.
After setting the table and finding, then lighting, some candles she decided to make herself useful by finding some music. It didn't really look like Remy had brought much with him. Clearly, he was her complete opposite in that respect. Rogue had bought nearly every CD she owned with her, mind you, she had needed them for that epic car journey.
"Ah'm gonna go home an' get some music, Ah'll be back soon," she told him, watching him nod before she left.
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It had taken a while to find what Rogue wanted and by the time she returned, CD in hand, leaps and bounds had been made on the cooking front. It was now nearly ready.
As Rogue went to turn the music on, she heard the sharp ping of the oven timer, signalling it was finally time to eat.
Remy had really outdone himself. Rogue decided she had never eaten so much in her life, she was going to miss his Cajun cooking when it was time to leave, 'that's not all Ah'm gonna miss..." she thought with a grin as she looked up at the man in question. He had the top buttons of his shirt open and was drinking a glass of bourbon, practically smirking as he did so.
Suddenly, he put down his glass and started to clear the table, dumping everything into the sink.
"Ya wash, Ah'll dry," offered Rogue, getting up from her seat and grabbing a dishcloth.
"Deal chére." Hot water and copious amounts of bubbles began to fill the sink. Remy couldn't help himself, he had always liked bubbles...
"Hey!" Rogue said indignantly as a good handful of bubbles were dumped onto her head. She decided to retaliate and grabbed a handful herself and hurled them at Remy, hitting him in the face. Now Rogue was the one who couldn't help herself. She started to laugh uncontrollably at the sight of bubbly Remy. Matters were only made worse when Remy grabbed her around the waist and began mercilessly tickling her as payback.
All of a sudden, a noise coming from Rogues bag interrupted their fun. Fumbling around, Rogue soon found her cell phone, which was happily ringing away.
"Hello?" she questioned into the speaker.
"Good evening Rogue, its Professor Xavier."
"Oh, um, hi Professah..."
"I tried to house just a moment ago, but it seems you are out."
"Yeah, Ah'm just...with a friend." Remy was now starting to mouth questions at her, unsure of what was going on. Rogue waved at him to be patient.
"Well this was just a call to remind you about the start of the new term. There are two weeks before school commences and I would expect you to be home in good time..."
"Ah know, Ah'll be back bah then."
"That's all I wanted to know, enjoy your last few days away, we're all looking forward to seeing you again."
"Thanks Professah, see ya soon, g'bah."
Rogue shut the phone and shoved it back into her bag, turning back to Remy. He was getting really worried now, Rogue had gone all quiet and she looked like somebody had just died.
"What is it chére? Whats wrong?"
"We have less than two weeks."
Remy expression mirrored Rogues as he pulled her into a hug.
I hate this chapter. I got really stuck and ended up finishing it at 3am (see, sleepless nights are good for something!) so I apologise lots for its poorness and failings, I have only myself to blame.
Also, I have Olympic fever and feel like being a little patriotic for once, so go team GB! Even though we're only ever good at the rowing...
-Cough- yes, so anyway, please review!
