A Tap Dance
Jade: So I have to put up a disclaimer here. I do not own, write, produce, have anything to do with.Chicago. I am using he title though because I thought of Richard Gere doing that tap dance scene when he was speaking to the press when I wrote this chapter for Remy and Rogue's fight. So if you've seen the movie I hope I've given you a visual...I love Chicago. Oh without further interruption I give you.A Tap Dance
A devious smile crossed Remy's lips as Rogue stood there for a moment before advancing him rapidly. He held his ground until she was within a foot of him and obliged her by stepping aside as she threw her weight for a tackle, falling roughly to the ground. Remy offered his hand to her as an act of chivalry as well as a jest, which the hotheaded southern belle took offense to easily. Enraged, Rogue dove towards his midsection; tackling him towards the ground. Remy grabbed her by the wrists with his gloved hands as he rolled her over so he was pinning her. His lips slowly lowered so they were parallel to her right ear, " If Remy win, he take you on a nice date and if de Rogue win den Remy answer any questions she have.." Rogue growled as she brought her knee towards his groin, Remy's eyes widened as he watched her movements and swiftly sprang from her form, landing a few feet away upon his feet.
" Lil too close to de jewels chere, dat was mean." He said as he took out a handful of cards and began to charge them up. " Sorry sugah," Rogue said heartlessly. " Well den sorry in advance." Remy muttered before he tossed the cards in Rogue direction. She fell back into a series of back flips as she dodged all but the king of hearts, which blew up against her stomach sending her flying back. Luckily, the impact was only strong enough to burn a hole through her mid section area of her shirt and nothing else.
" Mah favorite sweatshirt!"
" Gray isn't your color Chere." Remy cooed seductively as he advanced her then slid down, knocking her off her feet and onto her bum. Rogue fell with a thud then found herself pinned once again by Remy, but this time he used his legs to pin hers.
" Where's de referee?" He joked as he brought his lips close to her and gazed deeply into her eyes.
Rogue bellowed in fury as she elevated her fist and struck him clean against the side of his head. Remy growled at this act and pressed his hands upon her arms, pinning her against the cold tile.
" Y' know how sexy you are when you mad Chere? Dis whole exercise turnin' Remy on."
"Go to hell Cajun!" she snapped at him as she squirmed beneath him.
" Only if you ride down dere shot gun wit' me."
Rogue began to struggle less beneath his hold falling into a state of tranquility as he used his empathy abilities to soothe her shrew like soul. Before she knew it the time was called and Remy was declared the victor.
" Pick you up tomorrow at eight den', oh and wear something nice. " He whispered into her ear before letting her up reluctantly, offering his hand to her once more. She shunned it as she quickly rose to her feet and punched him in the gut before storming out of the dangeroom. " She a fun lil' spitfire." Remy said as he looked to Logan " Alright, who's next?"
Jade: hehehe* watches Richard Gere strike his finishing pose. *And with that, the tap dance is concluded..R/R folks I really need those reviews! I loved writing this chapter. it waseven more fun than writing Seductive Sticky Buns and Dark Dangeroom.
Jade: So I have to put up a disclaimer here. I do not own, write, produce, have anything to do with.Chicago. I am using he title though because I thought of Richard Gere doing that tap dance scene when he was speaking to the press when I wrote this chapter for Remy and Rogue's fight. So if you've seen the movie I hope I've given you a visual...I love Chicago. Oh without further interruption I give you.A Tap Dance
A devious smile crossed Remy's lips as Rogue stood there for a moment before advancing him rapidly. He held his ground until she was within a foot of him and obliged her by stepping aside as she threw her weight for a tackle, falling roughly to the ground. Remy offered his hand to her as an act of chivalry as well as a jest, which the hotheaded southern belle took offense to easily. Enraged, Rogue dove towards his midsection; tackling him towards the ground. Remy grabbed her by the wrists with his gloved hands as he rolled her over so he was pinning her. His lips slowly lowered so they were parallel to her right ear, " If Remy win, he take you on a nice date and if de Rogue win den Remy answer any questions she have.." Rogue growled as she brought her knee towards his groin, Remy's eyes widened as he watched her movements and swiftly sprang from her form, landing a few feet away upon his feet.
" Lil too close to de jewels chere, dat was mean." He said as he took out a handful of cards and began to charge them up. " Sorry sugah," Rogue said heartlessly. " Well den sorry in advance." Remy muttered before he tossed the cards in Rogue direction. She fell back into a series of back flips as she dodged all but the king of hearts, which blew up against her stomach sending her flying back. Luckily, the impact was only strong enough to burn a hole through her mid section area of her shirt and nothing else.
" Mah favorite sweatshirt!"
" Gray isn't your color Chere." Remy cooed seductively as he advanced her then slid down, knocking her off her feet and onto her bum. Rogue fell with a thud then found herself pinned once again by Remy, but this time he used his legs to pin hers.
" Where's de referee?" He joked as he brought his lips close to her and gazed deeply into her eyes.
Rogue bellowed in fury as she elevated her fist and struck him clean against the side of his head. Remy growled at this act and pressed his hands upon her arms, pinning her against the cold tile.
" Y' know how sexy you are when you mad Chere? Dis whole exercise turnin' Remy on."
"Go to hell Cajun!" she snapped at him as she squirmed beneath him.
" Only if you ride down dere shot gun wit' me."
Rogue began to struggle less beneath his hold falling into a state of tranquility as he used his empathy abilities to soothe her shrew like soul. Before she knew it the time was called and Remy was declared the victor.
" Pick you up tomorrow at eight den', oh and wear something nice. " He whispered into her ear before letting her up reluctantly, offering his hand to her once more. She shunned it as she quickly rose to her feet and punched him in the gut before storming out of the dangeroom. " She a fun lil' spitfire." Remy said as he looked to Logan " Alright, who's next?"
Jade: hehehe* watches Richard Gere strike his finishing pose. *And with that, the tap dance is concluded..R/R folks I really need those reviews! I loved writing this chapter. it waseven more fun than writing Seductive Sticky Buns and Dark Dangeroom.