Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: Read Chapter One.

AN: Mores shout-outs! *tear* But I'm so happy that some people actually like this. *sniff*

Pandora's Box – I am sooo glad that you enjoy the last chapter. It was actually a lot of fun to write. Especially with Rogue being all "isolation-what-do-you-want-from-me" mode. So much fun.

Ishandahalf – Mushiness? Possibly. Insults? Oh yeah! And that's what makes Remy and Rogue's relationship so realistic. At least they're not completely fawning over each other.

This is sex

AngieX – Thank you very much.

Rogue star – I didn't really want to bring up the drugs issue in school, and I wanted at least one chapter devoted to school. Man, it would be so much fun to have Remy as my classmate. *drool*

Carla – That was the best comment I have gotten all day. *sniff* Gosh, I'm sooo glad that you find this story enjoyable. And don't worry, Wolvie and Rogue will have their little "talk."

Tigger 180 – This chapter is for you. I know how much it sucks to wait for other authors to update their stories because you want to know the next part.

Eileen Blazer – And you! Thank you so much! That's what I love most about this Remy/Rogue relationship. They're always egging each other on. And I absolutely love your stories with the sweetness of the couple. *contented sigh*

Dixiehnsnluver – Doh. Thanks for pointing out the mistake. I'm off to fix it now, and you just tell me if I make anymore French mistakes. I'm not fluent at all in French (I'm not even taking a class and all my French is based on Remy's, haha), so if I do anything wrong, be quick to tell me!

Comet-hime – Oh, the goodness has about to be introduced…actually, I'm not sure if it is going to be. You tell me.

Monique – I know that cocaine is really difficult to just shrug off and continue with life. But we also have to keep into mind that she didn't do it all the time, which is basically what she'd want – or wanted – and, yes, cocaine is very easy to get hooked on. Remember Mr. Bill? Well, he sort of reminds me of a guy that I used to know who sold really really bad pot. I'm sorry about the French, but it's kina cool. And, I don't really like it when they have the other language and then put brackets in the next line to explain it. For me, it defeats the story. At least I put up the translations. *grin*

Lucky439 – Thank you!

Snow Queen – Yes! I'm not quite good with humor. I'm usually more the brooding and drama and angst type. But, yes, I'm trying to adapt to other types of genres. Survival of the fittest, heh.

P.S. I'm going to try to read at least one of your X-Men stories (for the people that reviewed). I'm trying to be a nice person here since you guys have been nothing less than nice to me. ;]

Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Chapter Four: Never Fall In Love

The school day was over.

The school day was over.

Wow. The mansion coming into view seemed like a sanctuary to Rogue, almost like a Heaven. She breathed in the freshly cut grass air while Scott pulled up at the main entrance. Kurt bamph-ed out quickly, leaving Scott to wax and drool over his car. Kitty had already phased through the door, holding onto Rogue's dear hand as if for life.

"Kitty, Ah think yah can let go o' meh now," Rogue panted. Man, that phasing sure was getting at her. On her dresser, she noticed a small bottle with white powder, and it didn't take her a nanosecond to realize what it was. Grabbing it, she threw it out the window before letting Kitty see the substance. It was sort of heavy with the metal cover on top. As she was shoved down on the bed, she began to growl, "Kitty…"

Ignoring her oncoming threat that would have done even Logan proud, Kitty finally spoke, excitement splashing with waves. "What's going on between you and Gambit? I see how he, like, chased and caught you and everything. Aw," she continued to gush as Rogue shot dagger eyes, "you guys are so, like, freaking cute together!"

Rogue raised an eyebrow, "An' Ah care because – oh, no, wait! Ah don' care."

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Now, what are you going to wear for your date, huh?"

Rogue's head snapped at her, making her neck twitch painfully. "What did yah say? Ah think Ah heard yah say somethin' 'bout meh havin' a date. Ah mus' be goin' crazy…"

Kitty raised an eyebrow back at her, "Don't, like, tell me that you're gonna stand him up, right? I mean, like, he is gorgeous, and, like, from where you're from, too, right?"

"Wouldn' yah like ta know. If yah so interested in 'im, why'n yah go with 'im, instead, hm?"

"Duh, Rogue, I'm, like, in my own mess with Lance. B'sides, you'd get so, like, jealous if I was going to steal Gambit." Kitty leaned in close, "And it looks like Jean and Duncan are on the rocks. What do you think of Jean and Gambit?"

"What? That redhead ain' good enough fo' him! She's already got her hands filled with Scott, Ah don' need her ta take Remy away, too!" Enraged, Rogue continued to ramble, "Ah mean, that's like Pietro and Evan being best frien's fo' the rest o' their lives!"

"Um, like, right. So, anyway, let's make sure you snag him, baby!" Kitty became excited again. She let loose on a whole talk of a new wardrobe as she tried to figure out what Rogue would wear.

Since fashion wasn't exactly any forte of hers, Rogue turned the other girl out. There was a vial of her baby on her desk before when they entered the room. Why was it there? Why? Who would do something like that? Who was trying to tempt her?

Taking off her glove and playing with her ring, she realized how lucky she was that Kitty was there with her. The prospect of sniffing again was becoming quite enticing again…

"And I'm sure you have elbow-length gloves, right?"

(shit. I love her but does this girl ever shut up)

"Yes, Kitty," she responded automatically.

"Alright! Woohoo! C'mon, Danger Room session with Scott. Again." Both groaning, they went to change and Rogue forgot about the vial.

* * *

"Kitty! Phase!" Rogue rolled out of the way of the paintball bot. She kicked it as she rolled over, also dodging from Scott's blast.

"Sorry about that, Rogue. Watch out at 6:00. Jean!" Another blast was emitted as Jean fell to the ground.

(what the hell? She's a TK and she can't even defend herself)

Rogue saw Scott press on the X while she heard the transmission. "I want Rogue and Nightcrawler to go up, twenty paces; Kitty, phase through; Jean and I will take front. Alright gang, MOVE!"

"C'mon, schwester, we've got to listen to Daddy-O." Kurt bamped both of them to the illusion of one of the Acolytes, the one named Gambit. Seeing him in front of her, even as an illusion, brought some emotion to her. The figure didn't say anything but began to shoot cards at them. Rogue dodged each one of them while advancing before releasing a punch to the gut and a kick to the back of his knees. Imagining that it really was Gambit, she let go of her anger. He was playing her, and she knew it. She grabbed his head and was about to twist it off when the Professor's voice cut through.

"Good work, X-Men. I think that will do for today. Wash up and prepare for dinner."

"Vow, Rogue. Ready to sign up for anger management classes?" Kurt bamphed them upstairs.

"Ah don' need classes fo' that." She began to walk to her room. "Thanks fo' the lift, Kurt, an' Ah'll see yah later."

Entering her room, she was about to strip when she noticed someone else in her room. Narrowing her eyes, she huffed over to the crazy Cajun.

"You! What are yah doin' here?" Flailing her arms, "How didya git in here? How didya get past Logan? Why are yah here anyway? An' what if Kitty finds yah here?" Rogue especially did not want Remy to see Kitty right after a Danger Room practice because Kitty usually came in with nothing but a towel after her shower.

He grabbed her waist and dragged her into his lap on the bed. "Remy jus' wanted t'make sure dat his cherie din' fo'get 'bout t'eir date. It woul' be very mean if chere stood Remy up."

"Excuse meh, Remy, but migh' Ah ask who this cherie would be?" She tried to wiggle out of her lap and only managed to excite…

"Remy! Take yoh hands off meh right now!" He let go of her showing no indication of being embarrassed but amused. On the other hand, her eyes wide, she brought a hand to her face and covered her eyes, making sure she didn't check out the lower portion of him.

"Lucky dat Remy be wearin' these clothin's, hmm, ma cherie?" Leaning even more back onto her bed, he decided to enjoy. "See, cherie? Look what you do to Remy. Now, c'mere and show Remy what you're goin'ta wear fo' tonight."

"No, Swamp Rat, yoh gettin' out o' here, now. Git yoh ass out befo' Ah call Wolvie ta slice yah up like Spam." Her voice got a little bit husky, knowing that this was another way to get him out quicker, "B'sides…wouldn' yah like a surprise for yoh little…date?"

Jumping off the bed, he rushed to her. His red eyes glinted dangerously at her. "B' careful, chere. Remy ain' de person one woul' like t' anger."

"Ah ain' scared o' you, Remy LeBeau," her chin jutted out spitefully, her own eyes reflecting his own threat. "Yah can put yoh best shot an' Ah still won' be scared."

"Est-cela vrai, cherie?" He leaned even more towards her expecting a step back from Rogue. Her eyes flashed a small pretense of awareness but then she stepped closer to him.

"Take yah best shot." Remy smirked and was about to –

"Rogue! It's almost 6:00!" Kitty phased through the wall with her hair dripping wet all over the carpet. She frowned as she saw Rogue staring at her reflection. "C'mon, girl! We have to make you a pretty date!"

Rogue glanced nervously under her bed, seeing nothing but darkness. "Right. Date. Pretty. Right." Cautiously heading to her closet, she went to pick out random clothing that she knew she bought…three years ago.

"Silly girl! Rogue, I laid out your clothes for you. Hurry up! You only have, like, ten minutes!" Kitty rushes around on her own vanity table, muttering confident things about herself. She turns around abruptly when she sees the other girl narrowing her eyes at the bottom of her bed.

"Don' worry, Kitty. Ah'm just…thinkin' whether Ah should go or not." She faces back towards the mirror. "He's probably jus' playin' meh."

"Oh, babe. You're going to have to, like, trust someone one of these days!"

"KITTY!!" Jean's voice was heard down the hall.

"Woops! Just wear that dress and tell me everything that happens!"

As Kitty dashed out of the room, Rogue stated simply, "Ah'm not changing with yah sneakin' glances from under mah bed." She turned around on her chair and was met with red-on-black eyes. His lips were dangerously close to hers. Her eyes widened when she noticed the proximity of it and as he lightly tilted his head, she could smell the scent that she first noticed on that night at the park.

"Why not, petite? I'm sure Remy woul'n't min'." He breathed against his lips, watching her mouth being bitten quite seductively.

"Well, Gumbo, Ah mind. Now, if yah please, git outta mah room!" Quickly jumping out of the chair that she was occupying, she shoved him out the way that he probably came in – the balcony.

He grabbed hold of her and pressed two of her laced fingers to her mouth and kissed her lightly. "Remy'll be waitin' fo' you outside, chere. Don' take too long."

She hastily locked the balcony doors and closed the curtains. Pulling on the light green knee-length Chinese dress, she some difficulty finding where to poke her head through. Finding the airway, she took off the gloves. Figuring the reason why Kitty asked for elbow-length gloves, she picked out the other pair of the black lace.

"Ah can't believe that Ah'm dressin' up for the Cajun. Why won' someone shoot meh?"

* * *

After surviving the onslaughts of whistles and gapes, Rogue hurried herself to the door. Even Xavier was acting weird. She could tell by the way his eyes had that sympathetic "she's-going-out-more" look. Opening the door, she wasn't surprised to see Remy sitting on the steps, smoking.

"Mon Dieu. Je vraiment vous veux maintenant."

"Like yah din' wan' meh before." She rolled her eyes at his "I want you now" statement. She walked down the steps, watching him take one breath in and snuffing out the cigarette. It was actually looking tempting right now. Suddenly, a heavy hand clamped down onto her shoulder.

"Where do ya think ya're goin', Stripes? An' with this kid over here," Wolverine snarled down at Rogue's companion.

Walking over and putting a possessive arm around Rogue's waist, Remy answered evenly, "Remy ain' no kid. Don' worry 'bout it, I'll make sure that she come back safe an' sound."

Logan sniffed him and immediately put on a sour face. "Leave the Marlboro, Gumbo. I don' wan' Stripes to be gettin' addicted to something that you want her to."

Rogue glared at him with mixed emotions. "Ah'm not stupid, Wolvie. Ah ain't stupid anymore."

Nodding his head, "We'll see about that. And you, Cajun," he stabbed a finger at Remy's chest, "ya better make sure that she don't get hurt none. Or else, these things won't slip." He unsheathed the outer claws of his at his throat.

Quickly lowering his arm, Rogue grabbed Remy and yelled back, "See yah later, Wolvie!"

"That homme don' make much sense t'Remy." Readying his motorcycle, Rogue grabbed hold of his waist firmly, knowing how to ride one. "Well, I'm glad that chere knows where to grab."

"Ah'd let go an' give yah a good smack right now, again, but Ah don't think Wolvie would be very nice ta yah if Ah'm layin' half dead on the road. So yah better watch what yah say, Cajun. Don't think that just b'cause yoh takin' meh out on a date that Ah'm gonna fall head over heels in love with yah."

Pressing the side of her face to his back, Rogue felt his breathing accelerate. "Ah neveh fall in love."

If Rogue could have seen Remy's face, he would seen his eyebrow raised and his face trying to fall into the traditional smirk. Deep into the recesses of his mind, he knew how much Rogue was going to hate him with Magneto's upcoming plan. He knew that it targeted it her, and he knew that it was going to hurt and break her.

Remy already noticed the tragic-ness around her, the whispers and stares that people around her gave her. But the contract came first.

Like Rogue, Remy never fell in love.

But being with Rogue right now, Remy almost felt that that could change. This ride with the scenic route was just about perfect.

Key words being almost and about.

AN2: This chapter took me such a long time to get out. *whew* So, anyway, this chapter was also getting really long and I decided to save the date for next chapter. Possibly. Mwuahahahahaha.

Est-cela vrai, cherie? -- Is that the truth, dear?