Self Indulged

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AN: Hola! I'm back from Spanish land. It was fun. So, what can I say? I finished this chapter, and it's probably shorter than the others. Deal with it, ok? No, I'm just kidding. Well, have fun with this one, and here I go, answering all of the reviews…one by one…stick with me here. *sniff* I feel so blessed. I can't believe you guys all reviewed for this story. Gosh, I'm so lucky. And, yes, I did purposely use the honeymoon line from the cartoon. I already told ya guys that I'll be using sayings from the cartoon and comics! Also, the kiss (ahh what a spoiler) at the end should remind you of the kiss that Rogue and Bobby shared in the movie. There's a lot of talking in this one, so you've been warned. And I guess it's shorter than the other ones. And, oh! Gosh, how many times do people actually hint that Rogue might be part of Magneto's evil plan? Gosh, I guess the old guy is just so predictable. *sigh*

XXrogue-demonXx – Yeah, I know. For Rogue's behavior here in Evo differs in the comics and in the original 1990s cartoon. Oh well. I was always planning on using that line eventually, and I felt that there was no better time.

Rogue Warrior Spirit – Thanks.

Yumiko – Haha. I think she'd say that if she wasn't trying to be so serious badass on Remy.

Eileen Blazer – Yeah, Remy really is being a poop, not admitting about his feelings. Woops! Haha, sorry, I think there's another 'gasp, no!' coming in this chapter. *shrug*

RogueStar1 – The bracelet did work. It's just that Prof. X wanted to test it and gave her a choice: Leave without testing it or stay without it until proven that it works, and Rogue said no. So she left, and Kitty got mad and phased it through her off. Weird, but I'm the author so I can do that. Nyah! -=D

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Ishandahalf – I wonder what kind of dreams you have about bunnies…*backs away just a little slowly* Of course the plot thickens. That's how I can get more reviews! Haha, I'm just kidding. OOH I GOT A GOLD STAR! MANNESS! YOU'RE SO AWESOME! *gush* And I hope this is good enough. How was your week off? And Colombia was cool. It really was.

Kanshisha Tenshi – You're so rad to the core. Really, you are. I love your story, even though I can't read Chapter Seven yet cause FF.N is being stupid and saying, "site overload," but still. You're so rad. And the story is going smoothly. Thank you so much!

Legolas Luver – The honeymoon should be sometime around…wait, lemme go find the calendar. I think I'll answer your other stuff first. Yeah, my parents think I'm smart too. So do my teachers. And my guidance counselor. Seriously, I think this whole "you have the potential you just need to assess it" is said to everyone.

Tokyobabe2040 – Umm…this is kind of soon, right?

PandorasBox1 – Hola, Alana! I haven't read your story for a while, but I'm getting up to it. Gosh, thanks so much for your comments. Yeah, I remember when Rogue helped Sam Guthrie in the old cartoon, so I figure I could add Guy in, and it'd show about the mutant and human interactions. Instead of the Evo where it's only words and not really…violent enough, I guess. Wait. Not that I'm violent. N-no…

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Sapphiregirl – Thank you so much. Wooh. I try, really, I do on to be funny. I'm more of a, "oh man I need my Prozac now…" kind of writer. Sometimes I feel that my humor on paper is forced…kind of like today. So…ahh, don't hate me?

Freaky Rogue – Thanks.

AngelExposed – I'm glad you are! And I'm really enjoying your reviews, really! Yay for humor! Wooh, I guess I'm not doing that bad in that department.

Sera Luanma – Hey, new reviewer. I was so worried about the accents, that I really debated with myself if I wanted to pursue in writing Romies. I know that whenever you read Rogue or Remy that you just need to have the accents to make it a good story. The line about Rogue's ass is from the series Fearless where Gaia talks to a…crazy bum. But Guy isn't. Really.

Bunny angel – Is that a compliment? I hope that's a compliment.

Auroris – WOOHOO! YOU ADDED ME! How radness. I'm working on the humor, really I am.

Carla-p – Intentionally from the cartoon. I love that line. It also goes in with helping a mutant.

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ChishionoTenshi – Wowza. Thanks so much. I'm glad this story qualifies as one of "the best." That really brought joy into mi corazon.

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Wiccamage – Thanks for reviewing. Yeah, ok, I kind of lied. But at least I'm updating the day later. And what about you, darling dear? When are you updating? (Everyone, go check out her stories. Very cool Romies.)

AngieX – Hola, dawl. Haven't heard from you for a while. Remy's a great person to let out all the innuendos. Don't worry! There's more stories out there with wonderful Romies! Just check out my favorite stories and authors that sound like X-Men fanatics. Don't worry! Well, hey, that's what I do.

Weeble Wobble Chic – Yeah, I'm back. Geesh, can't believe you guys are so anxious for me. =D

No name – Thanks. It's going to get pretty…weird by the end, so don't worry. Very…hmm, I don't know the word. This sucks.

Ryonan girl – Yes! *hug* I figure that it should be realistic. Except for when Remy jumped out of the Brotherhood's window. That…I just needed him a way to get out of the house showing his remarkable skills and not running into Wanda. And, actually, I am back safely from Colombia. Radness, eh?

Recap of Chapter Eight: Must Be Hard to Be You

Rogue's eyes had widened throughout all this and she looked almost horrified. "I've scared you, haven't I, Ms…?"

"Oh, um, n – well, yeah, actually," she let out a weak chuckle. "You can call meh Ro – Ms. LeBeau." Ahh, damnit, Ah shouldn't have said that! What am Ah THINKING?!

"Ms. LeBeau? You don't seem much older than me, no offense."

"You'd be surprised, sugah. Now, go along, run off! Mah supper is gettin' cold."

He saluted farewell and began to walk away. When he disappeared from sight, she walked back in, almost cheerfully saying she was back to the waitress. She looked at her with envy and scorn.

She prob'ly hates meh 'cause Ah'm a mutant, too.

And then she saw why the envious look on her face. It even made her heart jump and her body temperature enflame. Rogue clenched her fists at her sides and hoped that no one could hear the quickened thump-thump of her heart.

"So, Ms. LeBeau, hm?" Remy sat across her standing point, waiting for her to sit. "When's de honeymoon?"

Chapter Nine: Men Don't Stick To Their Word

"When Hell freezes over."

"Remy sure dat he can make dat happen. De accord?" He rubbed his chin in a conspirator manner while holding out his hand.

Rogue sat down and brushed away his hand. "Ah know how yah work, Cajun. Ah ain't fallin' fo' an'thin'. We play games by mah rules."

"Why's it your rules? Why can't it b' mine? O' ours?" The waitress came over with her pen and paper in hand. "I'll have anythin' dat comes wit' you, cherie."

She blushed and replied, "Well, now, honey, I ain't someone you can get for free. Gon' need to pay, doll."

"Den I'll have what she's having. Avec vous comme un ordre de côté," he winked.

"Are y'all done or am Ah goin' t' have to go to the Little Girls' room to puke?" Remy grinned at Rogue while the waitress jumped. "Nice o' you to remember that Ah'm still here. So, in that case, leave the bill with him. Ah'm out." She went to get up until she felt the burning sensation on her hand.

"Chere, it's so rude to walk out when your boyfriend is talking." And in a smile, he threatened her. "Votre main explosera dans les minutes quelques si vous ne restez pas."

Rogue sat reluctantly across from him, her hand still trapped in his. She swiftly pulled it back as he removed the kinetic strain. She rubbed her almost-burnt-hand under the table.

"Est votre main endommagé?"

She bared her teeth at him.

"Hold on, honey. Are you sayin' that you're with this chick? Ain' you that girl that helped the mutie?" The waitress began to back away. Rogue didn't even bother to answer.

"Least Ah got mah lunch," she said as her and Remy were kicked out of the diner. She began to walk to the bike.

"Easy f' you t' say. Don' even have breakfast," he mumbled in response.

"Sucks for you, Ah guess. There's probably a deli somewhere around here and Bayville."

"You goin' back to Bayville?"

"No, but you are."

"Says who?"

"Ah said so, so you bettah – "

"An' since when were y' my tante?"

Rogue revved the engine and with a wave, she skidded away from Remy and onto the road. He shook his head and immediately followed after her. Some feet behind, he saw her grim expression when she checked at the side mirrors. She turned and he did the same. With every move that she had Logan's memory, he still managed to stay right behind her.

The boy's good, Ah'll give him that. But why he's followin' me is a wonder. Maybe Ah'm needed in the old man's plans? She stopped at a red light, Remy's grinning face parallel to hers. No, Ah hope not.

Arriving at a huge estate, Rogue parked her bike. Remy did the same and had a peculiar sense of déjà vu. Walking up the steps, and when Rogue pushed the intercom, he sort of began to remember where he was.

"He's de rich guy, oui?"

She shrugged.

"Dat's not very helpful."

She pursed her lips in a kiss.

"An' dat is not helpin', either. I jus' may use your gloves 'gain."

"You do that, cowboy, and Ah'll – "

"Rogue!" A tall blonde man opened the front door, his house reeking of wealth. "And the boy who stole the piece of the key. Since when were you and him…?"

"Me – him – what? No! Warren, no! There's absolutely nothin' goin' on between him an' me. How could yah even suggest that?"

"Hey, I'm not dat – merde!"

"Sorry," Rogue apologized to Warren as she continued to grind Remy's toes with her combat boots, "Ah thought Ah saw a bug."

She t'ought she saw a bug, oh, Remy'll show her a big, a big bug…

"Not that I'm trying to be rude, but is there any particular reason why you're here, Rogue?" Warren ushered Rogue into the house and as Remy started to walk in his wings expanded. "Where do you plan on going?"

"Excusez moi?"

"Warren," she bit her lip. She motioned for him to come closer and cupping his ear so that Remy could not read her lips, she began to whisper. Every so often, the older man would glance warily at Remy.

Dis can't be good. But look at what dis boy has here! Everyt'in' t' satisfy a t'ief's heart an' some more if I could get Rogue t' sleep in m' bed…we don' even have to have sex. Not dat she'd ever agree or believe me. Dis bad guy rep is so hard when you're fallin' fo' de girl – REMY LEBEAU YOU DID NOT JUST' THINK DAT.

"All right, Cajun, yah comin' with meh. Do be kind to Mr. Worthington, he's bendin' all his rules for us," Rogue whispered in his ear.

"Namely fo' you, chere," Remy whispered back, jamming his twitching hands into his pockets. He may be the prince of thieves in New Orleans, but the sight of Warren's house was making his mouth water.

Somet'in' ain' right here. "Roguey, you know dat dis guy is Warren Wothington de Third? One o' de most powerful men in de States – "

"Oh, must have slipped mah mind. And since when do you call meh Roguey?" Rogue linked her arm through Warren's as he began to bring her to his study to talk.

Remy felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Rogue and Warren smile at each other. Not that he should have felt anything in the first place. Not that he should feel his heart about to win Daytona whenever she simply looked at him. He also shouldn't be feeling like he used to back in New Orleans, when he was with Belladonna, ready to be together forever…

He snapped out of his revere. Remy jumped when Rogue put an affectionate(?) hand on his. Her green eyes, big sparkling and wondering are you okay? He nodded and felt lightheaded when she smiled.

"Warren an' me, we're just going t' go off an' talk our business, ok? Yah all right with that?"

Remy nodded.

When was this boy mute? An' why's he starin' at me like that? Ah mean, Ah like it but…ain't it a bit serious fo' Mr. Joker LeBeau?

"Don't worry about him, Rogue, he's not going to be alone."

Condamner!

"Betsy's here. I'm sure she could find some way to keep him entertained. Betsy?"

"Don't worry, Warren, I'm here. A striking woman entered the scene wearing casual-and-yet-chick-at-the-same-time clothing. Her startling purple hair fell around her mid-back and her blue eyes twinkled.

"Rogue, this is Elisabeth Braddock – "

"Just call me Betsy, please."

" – all the way from England."

Rogue and Remy stood dumbfounded. "Aren' yah the British model?"

"Well, yes, that would be," Betsy blushed. "I didn't hear your boyfriend's name, though. I'm sorry…?"

"Rogue, an' he ain' – "

"Remy LeBeau, mademoiselle." He kissed her knuckled.

Betsy stared at him, amused, and asked Rogue, "Does he do this all the time?"

"On'y to those with a pretty face, so Ah guess yah've jus' been judged, Ms. Braddock. Ah dunno if that's a good thing," Rogue added ruefully.

Betsy's laughter filled the room. "It's Betsy, Rogue darling. Go and talk to Warren, I'm sure I could handle someone with honey-cloyed lips."

* * *

"So, Rogue. Does anyone know that you're here? Does Xavior know you've come to me?"

"No, he doesn't. An' Ah'm trustin' that you're not going to tell him."

Warren sighed. "All right, Rogue. What did you come here for?"

"As a friend to a friend," Rogue leaned in closer. "Ah need a huge favor. Ah need a place to stay in for awhile. In the city."

"You don't want to stay here?"

She winked, "Well, Ah wouldn't want to come between you an' Betsy."

* * *

"You know, you're a hard one to figure out, LeBeau. Why would you stick to a girl that can't touch? Isn't that a bit dumb? Unless you have ulteriour motives. Yes, that's probably it, isn't it…"

A telepath? "Are y' a mutant?"

"Do you think I am?"

"So, how did y' know 'bout m' girl – de girl?"

Betsy raised an eyebrow. "Warren told me about your girl. Aren't you a possessive one."

Remy felt something push against his mind's wall. "You're a telepath. But y' can' read m' mind, Betsy."

"You're right, but that doesn't matter." She began to pour more drink. "Right now, I'm hardly close to Rogue at all. Yet, Warren feels for her and I trust him. If anything happens to the girl, LeBeau, I will not stop Warren."

"Is dat a threat, belle?" Remy took the drink in his hand before bringing it to his lips.

"No. It's just a warning." The ice crashed against each other.

* * *

"Ah hope Ah'm not interruptin' somethin' here." Rogue tried to ease the think tension. She walked over and sat down next to Remy as Betsy and Warren shared a peck on the lips. Remy placed an arm around Rogue as she felt envy almost seep into her.

Look at them. Enjoyin' their time t'gether, with no need to worry about absorbin' psyches with even the simplest touch.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Betsy asked the Southerners. "We'll be going out tonight. You're welcome to join us," she made a point at not looking at Remy.

Luckily, Rogue didn't notice Betsy's one-person invitation. Fazed by the famous model's request, she murmured, "Ah don't have an'thin' t' wear and Ah don't want t' give y'all a bad rep."

"Oh," Betsy waved off, "don't worry about it. I have clothes, and I'm sure you'll fit. C'mon, darling."

"Don't torture her too much!"

"Bugger off," she replied to Warren in a sing-song voice. Warren laughed.

"So, Gambit. Still Magneto's Acolyte?"

* * *

"You're very pretty, Rogue." Betsy tried to distract her as she tried to probe her mind. She immediately hit a mind block. What is it with these Southerners?! Betsy was frustrated but she tried not to show it. "I'm sure we could figure out what would look best on you. Especially with those daring white striped. Did you dye it?"

Another push. Slam.

"No, mah hair's always been like this. Ever since Ah could remember."

Push. Slam.

"Oh, that's great. Unfortunately, for me –," push, " – I have to regularly –," slam, " – dye my hair."

Push…

"Betsy?"

Slam. "Yes, darling?"

"You can't read mah mind. Ah'd appreciate if you'd kindly stop tryin' to. They don't like it when telepaths try to look inside here," Rogue tapped her head. "Professor Xavier gave meh the foundation and Ah learned how t' block the psychic readers. Some of 'em don't like mind readers…at all."

"Who's them?"

* * *

"Does it bot'er you if I still may be?" Remy looked for a cigarette. He pulled a box out, took out the slim length, and brought his finger to the tip.

"No smoking allowed in here. And especially at your age," Warren admonished. His companion raised an eyebrow. "You know what Rogue means to me."

Excusez moi?

"I care a lot about her. She saved me from Magneto, and she's also one of Xavier's students. I have to protect her, you understand, not only because of my feelings."

Y' pedophile. Stick t' girls y' own age. "Whatever, homme. You're not my problem."

"But you are. You're a lackey of Magneto's – "

"Ok, now I t'ink you're goin' too far."

"And you're wasting time with a student of Xavier's that can never touch. What's the bigger picture? What are you really aiming for?"

Remy laid back, looking more comfortable than ever. "An' if I was a lackey o' Mags, what are de chances dat I would tell you?"

Warren's lips thinned, and his eyes narrowed. He shook his head and mouthed, I'm watching you.

* * *

"Voila, gentlemen!" Betsy began to walk down the winding stairs. "My completed work, as you will see in due time. It is a beautiful Pucci dress that simply embraces her looks. And there she comes."

Rogue walked down the stairs, the silky burgundy dress fitting perfectly. Black elbow length gloves covered her poison skin, and her hair was done in a simple ponytail with her white locks framing her face.

"We had to get rid of the coat before anyone started thinking that she needed some change," Betsy joked. Remy frowned, Hey, dat coat would b' moi's coat.

And yet, Remy and Warren stared in awe. Remy couldn't believe how this insecure girl could pull off looking like a model. A Southern Goth girl gone…well, elegant.

"What are you boys lookin' at? Like yah ain't seen a girl befoh?"

Warren smiled, quipping, "Just can't believe we're going to be blessed with the presence of two beautiful and lovely ladies tonight. Must have died and gone to Heaven, angels."

Anotha "angel" remark. Maybe Ah've been too nice? This ain't good – Ice Queen gone soft. Gotta work at mah bitchiness more.

With her hands on her hips, Betsy admonished, "You complain that women take too long to get ready but you're not even prepared the slightest. You men don't stick to your word."

* * *

Arm in arm, the couples walked to The Lounge, a well known restaurant in New York. They dined in expensive accordance, Betsy and Warren acting like they were born to eat off a silver spoon. Remy spent his time casually watching Rogue become fascinated at the lives Warren and Betsy lived. He also liked the struggle that she tried to keep her face neutral as she tried to accept all that was happening.

As they walked through Washington Square Park, Betsy laid her head on Warren's shoulder.

Did you find out anything?

I think he's still one of Magneto's lackeys. He didn't really say.

What are we going to do, Warren?

I trust her. And if she trusts him, then I guess we leave it at that. But we just need to keep an eye on him.

And what of alerting Xavier that we know she's ok? He did ask us to do what we could for her.

I know, Betsy. I'll just tell him that she's fine.

He'll find out more, y'know. He is, after all, the greatest telepath in the world.

"Hey, you two lovebirds. Fo'get about us?" Rogue grinned cheekily at them. Remy stood placidly behind her, his hand resting on a currently frequent spot – her hip.

Warren answered, "We were just enjoying the romantic scenery, aside from you and Gambit, of course. You can't hog all the attention."

Remy's lips curved into a smile and Rogue laughed. "You should really work on yoh insults, Pretty Boy. Ah'm sure you could do better than that if you really work at it."

Remy leaned into her ear and as he whispered, Rogue's face turned into a darker shade and she slapped his shoulder. "Pervert," she muttered to him.

"Rogue, I booked a suite around a block away from here. We'll walk you."

* * *

"Oh, it's beautiful here. We've gotta thank Warren." Rogue gushed over the suite.

"An' we need our clothes back."

"They're already here, sugah. Look over there."

"Oh. Well."

"Remy, can Ah ask yah a question?"

"Already did, chere."

"Why are yah workin' fo' Mags?"

"What y' real name, Rogue?"

"What are yoh parents' names, Gambit?"

"What are your parents' names?"

* * *

"What's y' favorite kin' of fruit juice?"

Rogue groaned into a pullow. It was 2:38 AM. They began questioning each other at around 11:30. "Is this eve' goin' t' end?"

"When do you wan' it t' end?"

"When are you goin' t' answer meh?"

"When are y' going t' answer moi?"

"Ah guess Ah'll answer it now which means that you have t' answer mah question," Rogue bared her teeth at him in a ferile grin.

Gambit's mouth opened in response.

"Ah didn' ask my question yet, Gumbo. An' Ah ain' gonna fall fo' one of your trick questions, like Ah said befoh. So, tell meh, Gambit about yoh life. Ev'rythin', from birth t' right now with me."

"But Gambit wants to start dis off wit' at least a kiss."

"This is very simple math, Cajun, so listen up: my skin plus anyone else's equals me absorbin' their psyche fo' awhile."

"It might be different wit' m', cherie. You never know." He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, his head dipping low.

"What makes you so different?" She asked, placing two hands on his chest. She was trying to push him away and gain more time. "Remy, have you ever had to give up something special for the scars you gain?"

Remy didn't answer and caught her lips with his own. Somehow, her power wasn't kicking in instantaneously, or he was practically resistant. Joy overwhelmed her, and she pulled back. Her hands felt warm on his chest and Rogue's green eyes flashed darkly. Gambit felt a little dizzy but though that it was probably the way she kissed or just how wonderful her skin felt or how her hands felt on his chest or just everything about her. What a worthy gamble.

He brought her back into his embrace, closing his eyes, and kissed her again. She pushed back with ferocious passion, and his eyes snapped open. But it felt so good and so bad at the same time.

Rogue pushed Gambit's limp body away from her. Her eyes flickered red-on-black to green to red-on-black continuously and everything she touched threatened to explode.

"Ah'm so sorry, mon coeur, Ah tol' y' not t' do it. Y' neve' listen t' moi, Gambit, vous condamné idiot. Ah tol' y' dat dis is what would 'appen!" A mixture of Mississippi and Creole talk escaped her tongue.

She picked up her "Coeur" and dropped him unceremoniously on the bed. He should wake in a few hours or so. Rogue laid back on the luscious couch and dreamed. She dreamed of Gambit and Remy.

Rogue was Remy.

French Translations: Again, they're horrible. Blame freetranslations.com.

Avec vous comme un ordre de côté – With you as a side order.

Votre main explosera dans les minutes quelques si vous ne restez pas – Your hand will explode in a couple of minutes if you don't stay.

Est votre main endommagé – Does it hurt

Vous condamné idiot – You damned fool