Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: Read Chapter One.

AN: Yes, finally the date part. Hmm…I wonder how this one is going to end up like. I have read countless Romy stories and somehow there's always the date where Remy treats Rogue to a French dinner at an expensive French restaurant. Yes, it's sweet, and awfully cliché, but…yeah, warning! No French restaurant here!

Roguestar – I guess I strayed a bit too much from it with the other chapters before, so I figured that I should bring it back.

The Highwaywoman – I'm glad you're enjoying it! Only for Romy.

Girl4chat86 – Remy has always sort of seem like the voyeur type. -=D

Bunny angel

Tigger 180 – Another compliment! Yesness! Thank you!!

Kim-Kagome – I hope this will be interesting enough.

Sylvester – Maybe. Maybe not. You'll see. -=D

Rogue Worrior Spirit – I love Romy! That's the whole reason why I basically grew to love X-Men.

Beth – Thanks.

Snow Queen – At this stage, yes it is most likely not in character for her to wear a Chinese dress, but I saw a picture of her in a comic (I can't remember which one), and she looked absolutely gorgeous in it. And besides, Rogue's a girl…she could also be dressing to impress, ykno?

Pandora's Box – If Remy was doing that to me…man, I'd be his slave for all eternity.

Eileen Blazer – I love you. You're so creative. Especially in sneaking in those compliments, haha.

AmuseMe – He just might be able to do that. One day. =X

Leiline Yuli – Mwuahaha. I guess drugs aren't the only things that you can be hooked on. =D

Randomness – Doh! Silly me! Well, I fixed up those corrections as soon as I could, and thank you for pointing them out. And watch out! There's some more freetranslations.com French coming up.

Lady Vador – You're from the messegeboard, right? Hiyas. Yeah, I know, a whole week. Man, Finals and such…they're just…life's hectic. Sorry about the delay.

Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Chapter Five: Save Me From What I Could Do

Sitting at the back of a motorcycle with her arms firmly gripped around a young man's waist was Rogue. Just Rogue. Her hair was whipping around at a frenzied pace as the route that the driver had taken was a little bit more than a thrill. She could feel the heat that emanated from his body, and she felt the muscles that tainted him.

Remy LeBeau was just absolutely beautiful.

Her head was nestled against his back, and she felt the power from the motorcycle. She realized why Logan, Remy, and herself even came to enjoy riding. It was all about the power. How the power depended on you. How the power thrummed to life. How the person had the power to keep it alive.

He parked themselves into a secluded area of a park. It was almost like paradise, where the grass was green and soft and natural and the lake was being illuminated by the sunset.

Rogue resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Remy's corniness.

Remy grinned smugly, "So what do you t'ink, chere?"

"It's, uh…it's beautiful, Remy," she tried to bite back the sarcasm. She made her way across to sit by the water's edge. Kicking off her shoes, she dipped her feet in and watched the sun go down. She waited for Remy to inhabit the space beside her.

Remy was staring at her as she confidently strode over to the edge. She had long, powerful strides that made Remy wonder. If she could ooze with self-confidence here, then why was it so different back at her mansion? Did no one else see this southerner the way that Remy did?

He grabbed the picnic basket that Rogue had overlooked when she was getting away from the Wolvie. Remy had prepared the whole night – scenic picnic, her in his arms while watching sundown, maybe a little splash in the water, her eating right out of her hand, possibly getting the call from Mags, or else just drive her home like a good boy and wait until next time.

He laid down the blanket and brought out all the food that he had made. "Chere, if y' hungry, y' make sure ta turn 'round," he declared for her, his voice deep and husky, accenting his already accented accent.

Of course, Rogue turned around and was hit with the smells of delicious southern food. "Hmm, Remy, Ah might actually have ta thank yah fo' this."

And then she attacked.

She attacked the poor food that Remy had spent his time glorifying it. He bared a wolfish grin. Well, at least this femme knew her taste in food. And most likely men.

Getting carried away with this thought, he smugly ran his hands through his silky hair and was checking himself out in a very "discreet" way.

"Remy…what are yah doin'? Yah can' possibly be…" Rogue covered her mouth. "Oh mah Gawd! Yah are!" She burst into giggles and tears, "Remy LeBeau is a lil' pretty boy! Ah never though' Ah'd get ta see o' say this! Boy, Remy, yah sure know how ta entertain a girl." She continued to giggle in between mouthfuls of food.

Remy will admit. He was quite a bit miffed that Rogue had noticed him doing that and also made fun of him. Maybe most males didn't care how they looked, but Remy knew what the ladies liked, and ladies liked cleanliness, oui? It's not Remy's fault that he knew what the women enjoyed.

So instead of trying to defend himself, he considered just silently eating and drinking up the beauty and near-victory of winning over the rogue.

"Peut-etre que l'homme ne sera pas faché que je me suis amusé avec mon jouet," Remy whispered to himself. He washed how she had finished the plate clean and laid down to watch the sunset. So maybe one part of his plan hadn't worked out right. There were still others that had yet to present himself.

"Ah heard that." She cocked one lazy eye at Remy, watching his expression. "Ah ain't no one's toy, Gumbo." She turned back around enjoying the look of surprise on his face. "Don' think that jus' because Ah'm out here with yah, Ah'm gonna start eatin' out from yoh hand.

"Ah ain't called the Ice Queen fo' nothin', Ah'll tell yah that."

He couldn't contain himself. "T'es si belle Rogue. Tu es si belle, si intelligente et si spéciale. Pourquoi le caches-tu?"

Angrily, she snapped at him, rising to her feet, "Ah got nothin' ta hide! What yah see is what yah git! Ah dunno 'bout yah, Cajun, but Ah ain' none of the things that yah just called me."

"Pourquoi le niez-tu?"

"Like Ah said ta yah befoh, Ah ain' denyin' nothin'. Wha' don' yah understand?!" She crouched up to him, her body leaning over him. He was propped on his elbows and were this a different situation he would have liked to show her how nice this position was suiting him. However, he figured that if there was a chance that he spoke the wrong words, the look in her eyes would not be nicest thing to see before he died.

Yet, he wasn't called Gambit for nothing. "Vous tu es une menteuse. Regarde le lac et dis moi ce que vous tu vois."

"Ah think Ah'll let yah see who Ah really am." She took off one glove and was about to trail up to his face before he thought quickly. He whipped the lace glove from her hand and pressed it to her lips as he flipped her over and crashed his own lips to hers.

Shocked, Rogue could do nothing but lay there, her eyes wide. Remy pushed with further intensity and she kissed him back with as much fury as she could muster.

(two can play at that game)

Her bare hand had lain forgotten in the spontaneous gesture. She felt Remy's weight lean against her and also felt another piece of him excited as well. She moaned into his mouth before remembering why she was like this in the first place. More than half of herself wanted to prove that she wasn't falling for Remy's charms and the other less-than-half wanted to let Remy continue kissing her through that lace.

She ripped her mouth away before it became too much. "Git offah meh, swamp rat!" She wriggled out from under him, panting, and also, glaring at him. "Yah think yah can pull off a cheap move like that!" Rogue was about to wipe her mouth when she realized that Remy had yet to look at her.

"Remy?"

"Tell me dat you felt dat, too." He buried his head in his hands. "Do you feel what's goin' on 'tween us, Rogue?" Remy had almost lost his control when he went with the gamble of kissing her. He thought she would be just like everyone else. He thought that he was going to have her. Instead, it seemed like she was going to be having him.

This was insane! What did this femme have that all the other femmes didn't have? Sure, she's beautiful, but the rest were pretty as well! Remy sighed, almost pitifully. Man, was he a sucker for good looks. Before he needed to remind himself about it, a gloved finger raised his chin to meet with emerald eyes.

"Remy? What are yah tryin' ta say?" He tried to ignore her question, the question that would bring only more questions to surface.

With a debonair charm, he faked a broad smirk and just wrapped her up in his arms. "Jus' lay wit' Remy, ma petite. Jus' stay wit' Remy."

Rogue settled back in his arms to give him comfort, even though he was the enemy. She had become close to frightened when she saw the look that Remy had tried to hide. She had also understood that when Remy said her name and stopped talking in third person, he was very serious. This was strange.

A hoarse voice interrupted her thoughts. "J'ai ce que vous voulez tu veut."

"What do you know about what I want?" She replied lightly to the sound beside her ear. A hand traveled lightly to rest right under the side of her breast. Her breathing caught in her throat, almost imperceptible. His hand quickly went to rest on her stomach.

"Je peux te le donner. En échange de quelque chose bien sûr."

"Ah still don' know what yoh talkin' 'bout, Gumbo." She began to tremble as she noticed a familiar can of white powder. "This…this is what…this is what yoh talkin' 'bout…" She groaned. "Mah baby, mah baby, no, no…no…"

He turned her around and laid the glove across her lips again. "Jus' say de word an' I'll put it away. Jus' say de word, Rogue, please. Ma cherie, save me f'om what I could do t'you." His red eyes were heavy with guilt as he waited for Rogue's response.

Her hand had clasped firmly onto Remy's along with the bottle. Quivering, she fought against the temptation that she had promised to let go of. "No, Remy, no…put it away, put it away…" Her resolve was about to break as he placed it back into his pocket.

Leaving a light kiss on her lips, he brought them back down, side by side on the blanket. "Dere's somet'in diff'rent 'bout you, ma cherie. Remy don' know what…but he sure is goin'ta figure it out."

"There's nothin' ta figure out, shugah. Ah ain' nothin' but some kin' a crackhead." She was ready to yell at him, to rip out that pretty hair, to claw his pretty face, but deep inside, she knew that there was something else in store.

Also the psyches were getting difficult to control right now. They were screaming that they wanted it, they were screaming at her for resisting Remy. They were screaming at her for being her.

(bitchbitchbitchbitchbitch)

(i just wanna go hoooooooooooooome)

(ROUHRRRR)

"Ah…no, stop it! Stop it!" Rogue's hands flew to her head as the psyches yelled considerably. "Shit," she gasped out. "Oh, Gawd, shit. Stop it. Stopitstopitstopit…"

"Rogue? Chere, what's wrong? Tell Remy what be happenin' t'you. Chere?" Worried and acting only on impulse, Remy picked up the moaning girl and gracelessly dumped her into the middle of the lake.

The cold shock penetrated her into a numb understanding. Didn't mean that Rogue wasn't pissed.

"What the fuck? What was that fo'?" Pushing away a strand of white hair while grinning evilly, she managed to spit out at Remy's horrified face, "Ah don' think that that's a nice way ta treat a lady."

(who ever said dat you were a lady??????)

Remy's head disappeared before he was able to utter a sound or an excuse. Rogue laughed as she saw him splash back up with a vengeance. Her laugh was replaced with a more flirty look as she noticed how the water rivulets streamed down…

How his whole appearance were bringing (if possible) more than just X-rated thoughts to her head…

Well. That was before water entered her nose and swam into her system. Eventually, they both began to have a water fight, playfully of course, and soon they became tired. Exhausted, Remy didn't even have the strength to sweep Rogue out of the water, into his arms, and back onto the blanket. So, they just crawled themselves back onto the blanket before the chill got to them.

"Chere, you're goin'ta have t'dry off your clothes. Mebbe you can let Remy fantasize 'bout somet'in."

Smack.

"That's two fo' today. Ah hear that third times a charm."

A beeping sound came from the pocket of his trench coat that was discarded. Remy snapped his head up and grabbed the device, shutting it off instantaneously. Rogue looked at him puzzled and then her eyes clouded.

(he's just using you)

(what was that)

(he gave you something…and you let it go. you're going to let him take advantage of you? He knows your weakness, Rogue, and he'll do it again)

(but at least he'll give you what you want, right? right?)

"Remy…Ah…Ah think Ah need ta go home now." Conscious of his beautiful eyes staring into her, she fingered the lace glove that was used to kiss before putting it back on.

(this is a mistake, Rogue. You're a mistake! He's a mistake! He's tricking you! How can a girl like you be loved or liked by anyone? You steal! You're a thief!)

(you)

(are)

(a)

(killer!!!!!!!!!!)

Remy noticed her lip quivering and mistook it for the chill. "Here, chere, take Remy's coat. He got plenty more left."

She took the coat and wrapped it around her, his scent overpowering all her other senses. She breathed it in and smiled. Remy saw how it fit her and he imagined her doing naughty things not only with his trench but maybe with other of his things as well.

He chuckled as her arms wrapped around when they got back on the motorcycle. Rogue was the kind of woman that he wanted. Rogue was the kind of woman that he knew he was going to fall for and fall hard. He knew that maybe God had sent an angel to him to redeem him, and by God, maybe this angel was Rogue.

Not that was going to admit that anytime soon, oh no, of course not. But it was still nice to dream. And also to hope – that foolish emotion that Remy had thought he had driven away effectively.

He dropped her off in front of the mansion's gates and as she was about to take off the coat and hand it back, he told her, "Non, chere. Take it. You're still shiverin' and Remy takes it dat dat's a long walk up dere. He'd ride you up dere but…Remy hears a crazy story dat someone migh' slice me up in seventeen diff'rent ways.

"Remy don' really wanna fin' out, oui?"

She let out a small laugh and stood awkwardly between him and the gate. "Yeah. Well, um, thanks, Remy. Thanks fo' tonight. Ah…" she cleared her throat before strangling out, "Ah had fun."

He reached to wrap her up for another kiss that they could spare before she twisted her head away. "Ah can' touch, yah fool! Ah'm not gonna make mahself fall fo' yah cause yah can fin' a way ta kiss meh! Ah was fine with the way that Ah was befoh, an' now yoh tryin' ta change it? Ah don' need this!"

Shaken aback but still Remy, "How are you goin'ta survive wit'out eve' feelin' o' wit'out eve' knowin' what mon lips feel like? I know dat you want me, and you know dat I want you, too! I'm not goin'ta let anyt'ing get in de way 'tween us – your skin or non. Damnit, Rogue, why do ya sometimes seem so stupid?"

"Well, Remy, maybe it's because AH KNOW HOW TO FACE REALITY!!!" She pushed open the gate and began walking away. She yelled back before she heard the thrum of a motor, "AS SOON AS YAH KNOW HOW TA WAKE UP FROM THE BLUE SKIES, MAYBE YAH CAN GIVE MEH A CALL. IF IT DON' SCARE YAH!!"

Remy kicked the pedal and shouted back before leaving, "IS THAT A PROMISE?" Muttering and shaking his head around, he roared away from the Institute.

Merde. Dat woman is goin'ta b' de end o' me.

He fingered the bottle full of cocaine and also the transmitter device. How was he going to explain to Magneto that he had failed and perhaps developed more than just platonic feelings for the girl that they wanted…

Translations:

Peut-etre que l'homme ne sera pas faché que je me suis amusé avec mon jouet. -- Maybe the man will not be upset that I had some fun with his toy.

T'es si belle Rogue. Tu es si belle, si intelligente et si spéciale. Pourquoi le caches-tu? -- You are so beautiful, Rogue. You are more so beautiful, and so intelligent, and so special. Why do you try to hide that?

Pourquoi le niez-tu? -- Why do you deny this?

Vous tu es une menteuse. Regarde le lac et dis moi ce que vous tu vois. -- You are a liar. Look into the lake and tell me what you see.

J'ai ce que vous tu veut. -- I have what you want.

Je peux vous te le donner. En échange de quelque chose bien sûr. -- I can give it to you. In payment of something, of course.

AN2:

So, what did you think? Sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoyed it! And, of course, I love feedback! So...feed it to me baby! -=D