Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: Read Chapter one.

AN: This is actually kind of cool. Seventeen reviews. How sweet! Now let me just say that the reason why I opened it up with Rogue doing drugs is because I figured that just because she seems to be living with the high life doesn't mean that she's actually accepting it. So, just understand and don't be mad. And please try to get other people to read this, too? With an open mind like you guys have? Thanks.

Thank Yous:

Eileen Blazer – Thank you for being my first reviewer for this. I'm glad you're liking it!

Shinigami29 – *beams* Thanks!

Rogue Star – Don't worry, I think I know where I'm heading with this. Eventually.

Ishandahalf – I'm glad you're liking it! And of course what's a good Romy story without any comments? That's what makes it so sweet! Haha

Riah Yaps – It's called "Handguns and Second Chances" by Senses Fail. They're so good.

Erica – Right on target.

This is sex – I LOVE YOUR PENNAME.

Xiao

Snow queen – What do you mean? Remy just wants some fun…

Carla – I promise I won't just leave it so long as people keep reviewing. *wink* Good enough?

AngieX – Chapter Three to help your obsession. –=D

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Lareine Descoeurs – I can see how Remy would also be a likely drug candidate, and I'm really glad that you liked how I portrayed them. I mean, sometimes it is hard to really get into their minds…

AmuseMe – Thank you! I wasn't really sure if I wanted to post up a story featuring Rogue and Remy because I wasn't quite too sure of their accents, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I really like your art, too. -=D
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Now on with Chapter Three.

Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Chapter Three: Care to Continue

"So, like, I see you're entranced with Rogue, huh?" Kitty caught Remy going into a class. She had followed him around like a crazed loony when she was ditched by Rogue. She had also watched their chemistry that would have rivaled Jubilee's powers.

"Oui, mademoiselle. Je suis Remy LeBeau. Votre nom est?" He made a fancy introduction to himself and left a kiss on her knuckles.

Kitty giggled and blushed furiously. "Um…I'm not taking French. I'm learning Spanish, but, like, whatever you said, I'm Kitty. I'm, like, the closest person Rogue's got as, like, a friend." He raised his eyebrows at this.

(Remy t'inks chere can do a bit better dan dis)

"I live with her – we're roommates." –(ah, Remy un'erstan's now)- "and, like, she's sorta hard to get, you know? She won't be as nice as some of the other girls, and, like, well I think she might get offended with you, like, trying to woo her." Kitty flashed a smile, "So, if you, um, like, need help, just tell me! I think you would be good for her, even if you are working for Magneto." She left, bouncing down the hallway to her next class.

"Merci," he called out to her. As he entered the class, he caught sight of the familiar white locks and purple makeup. Almost unflattering, but matching nonetheless. Her eyes were closed, her face serene as she listened to her headphones. Her pen was being lightly tapped on the table until, as if by some instinct, she snapped open her eyes and glared at him.

(hmm, Remy loves a challenge)

As if in mock hurt, Remy placed his hands on his heart. "Chere! How nice ta see you!" he sauntered over to the seat behind her.

She turned around and faced him, "Don' yah know how ta say mah name? It's Rogue. Here, Ah'll even spell it fo' yah – R-O-G-U-E." With a satisfied smile, she faced the front and opened her binder.

"Oh, che – Rogue – why do ya have ta be so mean ta Remy?"

"Because Remy only wants ta play with man head, that's why."

Remy was enjoying the cute flirting skills she had. (Elle est le mien), "That's not true, belle! Remy speaks f'om his heart."

"What heart," she muttered. Rogue was becoming a little "weirded-out", choice words of Kitty, at his perseverance. At first, she it was cruel and annoying and block-headed. Now, she thought it extremely annoying…and a bit flattering. She ran the tip of her tongue over her berry lips.

"Remy knows of a good way ta put your tongue to nice work."

Rogue's mouth dropped open. "And somedin' else fo' dis look, too."

Remy sat back with a smart smack, bright on his features. He rubbed it wistfully, his fingers etching for his cards. The femme was playing a bit too hard to get, even for Remy's choice. But that was when he didn't notice any competition.

But the look on her face when he said that! Mon Dieu, priceless!

(go team Remy cause he's a winner)

"Hey, Rogue. Do you have the English notes?" A tall, ruggish, dirty-looking fellow placed a hand on her desk. Remy recognized him as the one named Avalanche. Wasn't he with that girl Kitty? What was he doing here? He narrowed his eyes as Rogue's voice softened.

"Ah might, Lance. Depends on which day yoh askin' fo'. Ah missed some days."

Lance smiled ruefully. "That's cool. Today's notes, actually. I just didn't feel like going." Rogue passed them to him and he left, holding onto their connection a second longer than Remy would have liked.

Rogue went back to doodling away when Remy was contemplating his next move. Play with her? Get inside the heart? If he went too deep, he knew he would be ensnared, in too deep to get out.

Now Rogue was getting suspicious. Around three minutes had passed and the Cajun still hadn't said or done anything. But wait! Why was Rogue suddenly bouncing up and down? Why did she suddenly seem to feel extra weight on the bottom of her chair. Oh no! Was the Cajun really a…(gasp) leg shaker?!

"Remy! Stop it!" Rogue's voice came out as a low whine. She was disgusted at herself. Since when did she ever whine?

"Remy t'inks dat he woul' like it better if chere woul' say his name while doin' somedin' else." He smirked as he waited for her outburst.

"Rogue." A sharp teacher's voice pierced through their conversation. "Soin pour expliquer le problème?"

Um, what? Oh. French class.

"Non." Rogue brushed her off and went back to drawing.

The substitute's lips thinned. "Remy LeBeau, aimeriez-vous nous dire?"

"Bien, elle a dit non, donc pourquoi je devrait?" Remy answered back fluently. He also ignored her and went back to looking out the window. Along with shaking his leg. Rogue turned around with slightly widened eyes. Stop, she mouthed.

Remy blew a kiss at her.

"Remy LeBeau et Rogue, partir votre idylle pour hors de la classe!"

He mock-saluted her, "Si vous le dites!" With that said, he grabbed Rogue and took her outside.

"You are one hell o' a troublemakah." Rogue smiled at him, understanding all that he said.

"Vous comprenez Français, ma cherie?"

"Ah grew up in Mississippi. French is like secon'-nature."

"Vous pouvez le parler?"

"Does it look like it? If Ah'm talkin' to yah in English, do yah think Ah can speak it?" Rogue rolled her eyes and began to walk towards her locker.

"Me pardonner, ma belle, but she said we can take our romance outside. Care to continue it?" He placed a hand suggestively on her bare hip, another bad thing about today. Rogue had to take desperate measures with clean clothes and she chose a shirt that decently covered her but not her whole waist.

Placing a laced-glove on his face, she brought his face close to hers. "Non." And then she proceeded to open her locker, dumping her books in there.

"Le condamner! You, ma chere, are one f'ckin' tease that Remy is really fallin' fo'."

"Ah wasn' plannin' on that," she retorted. "Whatevah yah doin', Gumbo, it ain't meh." They began to walk as the bell rang, quickly, to the front of the school.

"Well, Remy's firs' day o' school din' go dat bad, eh, chere?"

"Ah'm hopin' it's yoh last, too." Remy stood in front of her. "What are yah doin'?"

"Can chere give Remy a kiss?"

"Can Remy go bury himself a hole in the groun'?" Rogue gave him a look and started to walk away. Again. She was jerked back before feeling his grip on her arm. "Remy LeBeau, yah bettah leggo o' meh befoh yah git hurt."

"Remy t'inks he likes ta hear his name spill f'om your pretty lips. How 'bout Remy place a bet, non? If you can get ta dat tree over dere den Remy don' get a kiss. But if Remy get Rogue, then Rogue has ta listen ta Remy. Un défi. Aller à la course d'il?"

Rogue bit her lip. A challenge. Of course she wasn't going to run away from it. Obviously this Cajun knew her well. He also knew that he was going to win. Damnit!

"Ah'll take the challenge." And Rogue began to sprint. Remy grinned and ran alongside with her before whipping her around to face him before she got to the tree.

"Looks like Rogue has t'listen ta Remy." She grinned and brought her knee up to hit him in the groin, but he tripped her and made her lean into him, as he brought them down to sit. "Nice try, femme."

She crossed her arms and eyed wistfully at Scott's convertible. It actually looked nice today. Especially since that seemed to be her only getaway.

"Remy won fair an' square, belle, now I t'ink it woul' be nice if you actually paid attention to de winner." Rogue sighed and turned her face towards his and waited for his…words. "Tonight, you comin' out ta town wit' me as a date."

"WHAT?!"

Remy continued, "An' no makeup. Make sure you look nice. An' you come ta Remy with a happy face, aucune vacherie a permis. Ok? I'll pick you up f'om your place." He took her hand and kissed the palm of it. "Remy can' wait fo' tonight, ma petite." He placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss her head, where the hair covered it. "We goin' ta have ta fix dis wit' de skin. Remy don' t'ink he can last neve' touchin' you."

Rogue blushed at this. She blushed so hard, her cheeks felt like they were burning through her makeup. "An' wanna make sure I get to see those cheeks de way dey woul' really look widout dis makeup. I t'ink I like de color. Now go an' catch your ride. I'll pick you up at six."

Rogue gratefully stumbled into Scott's car, her cheeks still red, but now only faintly. Kitty jumped into the seat next to her and winked all-knowingly while Kurt asked her if she was feeling sick.

"No, Ah'm doin' quite fine, thank you Kurt," she replied politely. Scott almost swerved off the road as he was unaccustomed to her manner of speaking today.

"Are you sure, Rogue? Maybe we should ask the Professor for some help or have Beast give you something? I hear that the flu is coming arou – "

"Ah said Ah'm fine, Scott. Ah don' need a pretty boy like yah ta try ta help meh. Ah can do it mahself." There was her traditional scathing remark as Kitty and Kurt both snickered.

Scott seemed a little bit hurt but Rogue didn't care. She was going on a date with Remy LeBeau, heartbreaking Acolyte.

AN2: Sorry for the French thrown in there. They were in French class so I figure that I might as well make it…you know, natural? Well, I got my translations from freetranslations.com so please don't hurt me. I only know Cantonese and Spanish, not French. Although I think I'm beginning to enjoy it now. Anyway, here are the translations.

Oui, mademoiselle. Je suis Remy LeBeau. Votre nom est? – Yes, ma'am. I am Remy LeBeau. Your name is?

Merci – Thank you.

Elle est le mien – She is mine

Soin pour expliquer le problème? – Care to explain the problem?

Non – No

Remy LeBeau, aimeriez-vous nous dire? – Remy LeBeau, would you like to tell us?

Bien, elle a dit non, donc pourquoi je devrait? -- Well, she said no, so why should I?

Remy LeBeau et Rogue, partir votre idylle pour hors de la classe – Remy LeBeau and Rogue, leave the romance for outside of class

Si vous le dites – If you say so

Vous comprenez Français, ma cherie – You understand French, my dear

Vous pouvez le parler – Can you speak it

Me pardonner, belle – Pardon me, beautiful

Le condamner – Damnit!

Un défi. Aller à la course d'il? – A challenge. Going to run from it?

aucune vacherie a permis – no bitchiness allowed