I Own Nothing, but I sure as hell am gonna try.
Take it from a Southern Girl, I know Southern love'in.
Remy turned around. He could see that a wet streak left a
trail down her face. His eyes full of comfort he walked
toward her.
"Are you ok, chere?"
He pulled her close to him, wanting to fight her fears and
worries away. Wrapping her arms around him was the only
comfort Rogue had felt since her powers had developed. Ah'm
safe.
"Remy tinks it's time to get you home." Remy lifted up her
chin with his finger.
"Rogue,' he looked at her worriedly,' how did ya manage dat?"
Remy put his hand to her cheek and stroked her cut with his
gloved thumb. Rogue glanced down at her shoes. It's like mah
dream. Wake up Rogue. She looked up again at Remy's loving
face, it wasn't a dream.
"Thank you swamp rat, you saved me. They-they were gonna..."
Another tear rolled from her face but Remy quickly wiped it
away as he wrapped her again in his arms. He wished he could
hold her forever.
"Chere, it's ok. I'm here now an' noth'in could ever hurt you
while I'm wit ya, I promise." Rogue breathed deeply, taking
in his scent. It gave her the feeling of floating or the
moment before you fall asleep, she couldn't explain it but it
was the feeling of comfort. That the world could be crumbling
at her feet but still everything would be all right.
Without breaking contact with her, Remy brought his hand down
to Rogue's and weaved his fingers with hers. Usually Rogue
would flinch and shy away from someone's touch, but for some
reason not with him. Picking up her bags with his other arm
he gave her a quick reassuring squeeze. Looking down at Rogue
he smiled at her and said, "Ready ta go home?"
Walking in through the front door Rogue let go of Remy's hand
and dropped it down at her side. The place was empty, the tv
in the rec room couldn't be heard, no one fighting over who
got to shower first, it was actually quiet.
Of course, she thought to herself, it's Saturday, everyone
had dates or plans with friends.
"Ello? Anybody home?," Remy turned to look at Rogue. "Well
chere, guess we are home a'lone, no?" He arched an eyebrow.
"Or do ya wanna go to bed. Remy tinks you had a bah day."
"No, Ah'd rather juss watch tv, juss relax." Rogue walked
over to the rec room couch and sat down, turning on the tv.
Remy smiled to himself and put her bags down accidentally
knocking one over. He bent down to pick up the cds when he
noticed a sheer black scarf at the bottom of the bag. He
smiled again and tucked it away in his trench coat pocket.
Dat could come in handy. He thought to himself.
Rogue was just getting into the storyline of Inuyasha when
she felt hands begin to gently caress her shoulders and upper
back.
"Ooohhhhh...." Did she just moan? Remy came up and slipped onto
the couch sitting directly behind Rogue. He put down a little
white box beside Rogue before rubbing the tension out of her
back.
"Remy thought dat yer back may be hurt'in from earlier, no?"
"Mmmm..." she responded. Please God don' let him stop. Rogue
leaned back into his chest, it felt right being this close to
him. Remy dropped his hands from her shoulders and rested
them on her waist. He could feel her heat as her body relaxed
against his.
"We gotta clean dat cut," he whispered into her ear. Rogue
sat up as Remy picked up the white box. He opened it
revealing that it was a first aid kit. Soaking a cotton ball
in a clear liquid he raised it to her face. Rogue jerked her
face back.
"Is that the stuff that burns?"
"No, it don't burn one bit, mah chere." Rogue eyed the cotton
ball suspiciously then moved forward giving him the go ahead.
Remy held on to her hand and pressed the cotton ball onto
Rogue's cut cheek. Her eyes widened and she gripped his hand
almost snapping his fingers in half.
"You lying swamp rat!" I think we all know that burning
feeling, it felt like liquid fire spreading across her face,
every nerve screaming in agony. She looked at Remy who was
smirking at her," I tol ya it don't burn a bit. Now, do ya
want Care Bears or Ninja Turtles?" He held up the band-aids.
Rogue put on her pouty face and muttered," Ninja Turtles."
Remy peeled off the strips and delicately placed it over
Rogue's cut, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek over the
band-aid. He put his hand over her cheek, charged up his
fingers and touched her cut.
"Dere,' he said," dat will help it heal faster." Remy leaned
over and kissed the top of her head, then again he kissed her
forehead through her hair. It took all the willpower in his
body not to kiss those perfect lips of hers. Rogue's cheeks
flared red. "Why are ya acting like this around me?"
Remy's brow wrinkled, "Rogue, what man could not act like dis
around you?"
Fifteen minutes later Remy somehow got himself in a very
comfortable position. Rogue was sitting and Remy's head was
resting in her lap. Rogue was flipping through the channels,
letting her fingers roam over Remy's chiseled stomach.
Putting her hand on the inside of his trench coat she circled
his belly button with her fingers. Rogue smiled, she could
feel his stomach muscles tighten when she did this. "Ah'm Ah
tickl'in ya Remy?" He looked up at her and smirked.
"No, but Remy knows you are!" He reached up to Rogue's sides
and started working his fingers. Rogue jumped up trying to
evade his wiggling fingers. Remy was too fast for her. He sat
up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down
to the couch underneath him. In the mass confusion of
tickling and squeals of joy a sheer black scarf fell out of
Remy's trench pocket and onto Rogue's face. Remy looked down
at Rogue and stopped tickling her. Rogue looked up at him
through the scarf; suddenly she realized what was covering
her face.
"Remy, where didja find—"
She was abruptly cut short by Remy pressing his lips to hers.
He slowly pulled away, then making sure it was ok he leaned
back in to kiss her again. His lips were soft against hers,
caressing them in ways unimaginable. Rogue pulled him closer
so that he was on top of her. She ran her gloved fingers
through his thick brown hair. Remy let his hands run down the
length of her body, sending chills down her spine. Rogue
moaned out loud, she had never felt such ecstasy before.
Remy smiled against her lips, What is dis girl do'in ta ya?
Remy had never felt like this before, never had a girl sent
chills up his body from kiss'in through a piece of cloth.
Rogue murmured something and wrapped her arms around his
neck, intensifying the kiss.
The door banged open," Like, is anybody home?"
Shocked, Rogue shoved Remy off of her, sending him to the
ground with a rather painful thud. She sat up, her face beat
red.
"Hey, Rogue, could you give me a hand with these bags?"
"Umm.. Yeah. Juss one second." Rogue looked over the side of
the couch where Remy was laying. This time the scarf was
covering his face.
"Geez, sorry about that." She whispered and gave him a quick
kiss on the lips. Rogue jumped over the back of the couch and
walked over to Kitty. She started closing the door when a
foot got in the way. Rogue opened the door again and Logan
walked inside carrying even more bags. Oh shit. Rogue
thought. Logan put the bags down and slowly stood up.
Scanning the room Logan let his eyes stop on Rogue, he
sniffed the air and let out a barely audible growl. Kitty
huffed and tried to pick up a couple of more bags," Where did
that elf go? I bet he only grabbed a bag and poofed into my
room." Logan looked at her and took some of the bags from
her.
"Come on half pint, we gotta put this stuff away." Walking
toward the kitchen with Kitty he stopped, turned around and
said," Hey Stripes, I wanna see ya in my office tomorrow
morn'in, got it?"
Rogue nodded. She knew this wouldn't be good. He could smell
Remy on her and he knew that something was going on. She
sighed and went back into the rec room where her Romeo was
waiting.
Take it from a Southern Girl, I know Southern love'in.
Remy turned around. He could see that a wet streak left a
trail down her face. His eyes full of comfort he walked
toward her.
"Are you ok, chere?"
He pulled her close to him, wanting to fight her fears and
worries away. Wrapping her arms around him was the only
comfort Rogue had felt since her powers had developed. Ah'm
safe.
"Remy tinks it's time to get you home." Remy lifted up her
chin with his finger.
"Rogue,' he looked at her worriedly,' how did ya manage dat?"
Remy put his hand to her cheek and stroked her cut with his
gloved thumb. Rogue glanced down at her shoes. It's like mah
dream. Wake up Rogue. She looked up again at Remy's loving
face, it wasn't a dream.
"Thank you swamp rat, you saved me. They-they were gonna..."
Another tear rolled from her face but Remy quickly wiped it
away as he wrapped her again in his arms. He wished he could
hold her forever.
"Chere, it's ok. I'm here now an' noth'in could ever hurt you
while I'm wit ya, I promise." Rogue breathed deeply, taking
in his scent. It gave her the feeling of floating or the
moment before you fall asleep, she couldn't explain it but it
was the feeling of comfort. That the world could be crumbling
at her feet but still everything would be all right.
Without breaking contact with her, Remy brought his hand down
to Rogue's and weaved his fingers with hers. Usually Rogue
would flinch and shy away from someone's touch, but for some
reason not with him. Picking up her bags with his other arm
he gave her a quick reassuring squeeze. Looking down at Rogue
he smiled at her and said, "Ready ta go home?"
Walking in through the front door Rogue let go of Remy's hand
and dropped it down at her side. The place was empty, the tv
in the rec room couldn't be heard, no one fighting over who
got to shower first, it was actually quiet.
Of course, she thought to herself, it's Saturday, everyone
had dates or plans with friends.
"Ello? Anybody home?," Remy turned to look at Rogue. "Well
chere, guess we are home a'lone, no?" He arched an eyebrow.
"Or do ya wanna go to bed. Remy tinks you had a bah day."
"No, Ah'd rather juss watch tv, juss relax." Rogue walked
over to the rec room couch and sat down, turning on the tv.
Remy smiled to himself and put her bags down accidentally
knocking one over. He bent down to pick up the cds when he
noticed a sheer black scarf at the bottom of the bag. He
smiled again and tucked it away in his trench coat pocket.
Dat could come in handy. He thought to himself.
Rogue was just getting into the storyline of Inuyasha when
she felt hands begin to gently caress her shoulders and upper
back.
"Ooohhhhh...." Did she just moan? Remy came up and slipped onto
the couch sitting directly behind Rogue. He put down a little
white box beside Rogue before rubbing the tension out of her
back.
"Remy thought dat yer back may be hurt'in from earlier, no?"
"Mmmm..." she responded. Please God don' let him stop. Rogue
leaned back into his chest, it felt right being this close to
him. Remy dropped his hands from her shoulders and rested
them on her waist. He could feel her heat as her body relaxed
against his.
"We gotta clean dat cut," he whispered into her ear. Rogue
sat up as Remy picked up the white box. He opened it
revealing that it was a first aid kit. Soaking a cotton ball
in a clear liquid he raised it to her face. Rogue jerked her
face back.
"Is that the stuff that burns?"
"No, it don't burn one bit, mah chere." Rogue eyed the cotton
ball suspiciously then moved forward giving him the go ahead.
Remy held on to her hand and pressed the cotton ball onto
Rogue's cut cheek. Her eyes widened and she gripped his hand
almost snapping his fingers in half.
"You lying swamp rat!" I think we all know that burning
feeling, it felt like liquid fire spreading across her face,
every nerve screaming in agony. She looked at Remy who was
smirking at her," I tol ya it don't burn a bit. Now, do ya
want Care Bears or Ninja Turtles?" He held up the band-aids.
Rogue put on her pouty face and muttered," Ninja Turtles."
Remy peeled off the strips and delicately placed it over
Rogue's cut, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek over the
band-aid. He put his hand over her cheek, charged up his
fingers and touched her cut.
"Dere,' he said," dat will help it heal faster." Remy leaned
over and kissed the top of her head, then again he kissed her
forehead through her hair. It took all the willpower in his
body not to kiss those perfect lips of hers. Rogue's cheeks
flared red. "Why are ya acting like this around me?"
Remy's brow wrinkled, "Rogue, what man could not act like dis
around you?"
Fifteen minutes later Remy somehow got himself in a very
comfortable position. Rogue was sitting and Remy's head was
resting in her lap. Rogue was flipping through the channels,
letting her fingers roam over Remy's chiseled stomach.
Putting her hand on the inside of his trench coat she circled
his belly button with her fingers. Rogue smiled, she could
feel his stomach muscles tighten when she did this. "Ah'm Ah
tickl'in ya Remy?" He looked up at her and smirked.
"No, but Remy knows you are!" He reached up to Rogue's sides
and started working his fingers. Rogue jumped up trying to
evade his wiggling fingers. Remy was too fast for her. He sat
up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down
to the couch underneath him. In the mass confusion of
tickling and squeals of joy a sheer black scarf fell out of
Remy's trench pocket and onto Rogue's face. Remy looked down
at Rogue and stopped tickling her. Rogue looked up at him
through the scarf; suddenly she realized what was covering
her face.
"Remy, where didja find—"
She was abruptly cut short by Remy pressing his lips to hers.
He slowly pulled away, then making sure it was ok he leaned
back in to kiss her again. His lips were soft against hers,
caressing them in ways unimaginable. Rogue pulled him closer
so that he was on top of her. She ran her gloved fingers
through his thick brown hair. Remy let his hands run down the
length of her body, sending chills down her spine. Rogue
moaned out loud, she had never felt such ecstasy before.
Remy smiled against her lips, What is dis girl do'in ta ya?
Remy had never felt like this before, never had a girl sent
chills up his body from kiss'in through a piece of cloth.
Rogue murmured something and wrapped her arms around his
neck, intensifying the kiss.
The door banged open," Like, is anybody home?"
Shocked, Rogue shoved Remy off of her, sending him to the
ground with a rather painful thud. She sat up, her face beat
red.
"Hey, Rogue, could you give me a hand with these bags?"
"Umm.. Yeah. Juss one second." Rogue looked over the side of
the couch where Remy was laying. This time the scarf was
covering his face.
"Geez, sorry about that." She whispered and gave him a quick
kiss on the lips. Rogue jumped over the back of the couch and
walked over to Kitty. She started closing the door when a
foot got in the way. Rogue opened the door again and Logan
walked inside carrying even more bags. Oh shit. Rogue
thought. Logan put the bags down and slowly stood up.
Scanning the room Logan let his eyes stop on Rogue, he
sniffed the air and let out a barely audible growl. Kitty
huffed and tried to pick up a couple of more bags," Where did
that elf go? I bet he only grabbed a bag and poofed into my
room." Logan looked at her and took some of the bags from
her.
"Come on half pint, we gotta put this stuff away." Walking
toward the kitchen with Kitty he stopped, turned around and
said," Hey Stripes, I wanna see ya in my office tomorrow
morn'in, got it?"
Rogue nodded. She knew this wouldn't be good. He could smell
Remy on her and he knew that something was going on. She
sighed and went back into the rec room where her Romeo was
waiting.
