I Own Nothing, but I sure as hell am gonna try.
Take it from a Southern Girl, I know Southern love'in.
Rogue smiled to herself as she snuggled closer to the warm hard body beside her. She could feel his heat, his energy...his prickly chin on her forehead. Rogue bolted up and threw herself to the other side of the bed, already preparing for the worst.
"R-Remy?" She pulled her knees into her chest and held her breath. Rogue had no idea how long she had touched him, it could have been seconds or minutes, either one could have killed him.
"Mmhhmm Rogue?" Breathing a sigh of relief she threw herself on to Remy.
"How,' she asked, looking at a rather confused Cajun,' Ah mean, we were touch'in. Juss now. Do ya feel alright?"
Giving her his notorious smirk Remy nodded his head. "I feel better dan I ever had." Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her down into bed and gave her a reassuring kiss on top of her head.
"Your heart still pound'in, chere?"
"Yeah. Ah guess you juss had meh scared. Ah thought Ah killed ya."
"Non, even if ya did kill me, Remy tinks it would 'ave been worth it."
"Oh my Lord!"
"What's ta' matter?"
"Speak'in of you dy'in, Wolverine was gonna have a chat with me. Prolly about why Ah stank like you."
"Oh ma merde."
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Rogue pulled a hoodie over her head as she started to leave.
"Ah need you to open the windows, air out mah sheets, spray Frebreeze! Ah dunno juss make mah room not smell like a horny Cajun."
Arching an eyebrow Remy replied," Ya mean make da room smell like a horny Hick?" Rogue shot him a look from across the room. "Ah'm serious."
Rogue closed to door behind her and started running in the direction of Wolverine's Office.
So, it isn't a lot, but I'm bored and there will be a nother chapter soon.
