Chapter 2
Love, War, and Coffee
"Oh my God!"
Everyone in the huge mansion kitchen turned at looked at Rogue. Her green eyes were burning red with anger.
"Who the heck drank the last cup of COFFEE?!"
Everyone took a step back and looked at each other.
"Not me," everyone muttered.
"That's it! I want to know who drank the last of the coffee, and I want to know now! And when I do find out who did it. I'm going to rip of the head and shove it up their…."
"Hey Rouge, (sip), what you screamin about Cheri?"
Rouge slowly turned around and looked at Remy. He stood there, as handsome as ever, holding a cup of…coffee!
"Um Remy, would that happen to be a cup of coffee," Rogue asked tightly.
Remy smiled and took a big sip.
"Yep, sho is chere. I was really lucky too. It was the very last cup! I jus don no what I'd do if I didn't have my cup of fresh coffee in de morin.'"
Rogue felt her eye twitch, and everyone waited for the much expected screaming and cursing. However, it never came. Instead Rogue just sighed and walked out the kitchen.
Everyone turned and looked at each other.
"Uh, what de heck just happened here? What is goin on," asked a very confused Gambit.
"You just drank Rogue's coffee," explained Jean.
"Ya, and wit out her killing you," put in Kurt.
Remy looked down at his cup of coffee.
""Crap! J'ai bu de mon café aimé," frowned Remy. (Roughly means "Crap! I drank my beloved's coffee!"
He smiled.
"Je dois le faire jusqu'à elle, non?" (Roughly means "I must make it up to her, no?")
Later that evening
Rogue sighed and put down the book she was reading. Or rather attempting to read. Really her mind was somewhere else, mostly on a certain Cajun. She had been thinking all week on a way to get back at 'the rajun Cajun.' However nothing seemed to come to her. It was like something was blocking her.
"Why can't I think of something mean to do to him," she asked herself.
"Maybe because you like him too much, no," answered a familiar voice.
Rogue sat up on her bed and glared at the intruder.
"What the heck are ya doin in mah room swamp rat," she spat. "Haven't ya ever heard of knockin? Or is it you're too use to breakin into stuff?!"
Remy smirked.
"Chere, as always your kindness and femininity astounds Remy."
Rogue scoffed.
"My thoughts exactly," Remy agreed, smirking lightly at her.
Rogue turned several shades of red.
"Look, where in the Sam hill do you get the nerve to come in mah room and insult me?!"
Remy smiled at her, His gaze staying on her for several minutes.
"What are ya lookin at," Rogue finally yelled.
Remy's smiled broadened.
"Sorry chere, its jus. You look so pretty when you're mad," he stated simply.
Rogue felt the blood creep up into her cheeks.
"You're cheeks get all red," he continued, "And your eyes sparkle. Remy likes it very much."
Rogue averted her eyes and took a deep breathe, hoping to calm her heart beat.
"Yeah well ya better keep your eyes to yourself before I poke 'em out!"
Remy rolled his eyes.
"Chere, you're so violent. Such a belle femme as yourself should not be like that."
This time Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Look swamp rat, what do ya want? You're cutting in on mah reading time."
"Oh really," asked Remy raising an eyebrow. "What ya reading chere?"
He quickly snatched the book off of her bed and looked at the cover.
"Hey give me that," Rouge screeched lunging for the book.
Remy quickly moved out of the way and Rogue found herself on the floor.
"A New Orleans Romance' huh," asked Remy smiling. "Any reason this particular theme is on yo mind chere?"
"No," fibbed Rouge, while getting up off of the floor. "I just happen ta like southern romance novels."
Remy walked slowly over to Rouge.
"Den maybe some day you and I will write one of our own."
He smiled charmingly and Rouge suddenly found herself to be out of insults. This not being a familiar situation with her she quickly panicked.
"Look Remy, I think you should just go now," she said, walking to the door and opening it.
Remy moved slowly towards her and closed the door back gently. Then her turned to her and brushed her cheek with his gloved hand.
Rogue felt herself began to tremble but she didn't pull away. She just couldn't pull away.
"Don't be scared Rogue," he whispered quietly. "Remy not going to hurt ya. Remy jus want a little…kiss."
He leaned and their lips met.
Rogue sighed and enjoyed the feel of his lips against hers. Suddenly a force began to pull from with in her. It immediately registered in her mind as her powers and she immediately pulled away. Rouge grabbed her head and waited for the dizziness to pass. Remy also felt a bit dizzy but his main concern was Rogue.
He carefully reached out and touched her arm.
"Chere, are you… are you ok?"
Rogue quickly snatched his hand off of her arm and violently pushed him away.
"Get away from me," she yelled.
Remy blinked at her in shock.
"Chere, what's wit the mood swing. Is something wrong?"
Tears poured down Rouge face and she swiped at them with her hand.
"Wrong? Wrong! What the heck is the matter with ya! Don't you know I could put you in a comma, or ,or, or worse!
Remy felt his conscience pulling at him. Something that didn't happen all that often.
"Chere, looked I'm sorry I just wanted to…"
"You just wanted to make me one of your trophies."
"No chere, I didn't. I swear."
"You did," she yelled. "All you thought about was what you wanted. Did you ever stop and think about what it might do to me?!"
That was it. Remy could just feel his conscience put a gun to his head and right then he wished he could pull the trigger. Usually something like this might not bother him. But Rogue, Rouge was different. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Look Rogue. I'm sorry," he said.
Rogue noticed he referred to himself in the first person and it kind of intrigued her.
"I know I can be a real jerk sometimes but I jus want to have a little fun, chere. And I'm really sorry if I hurt ya."
Rogue turned her back to the man and let the last of the tears roll down her face.
"Just go," she whispered.
Remy sigh and hung his head.
"Ok Chere, I'll go."
He then opened the door and walked out the room. But not before stopping to leave a small package on the chair by the door.
Once he was gone Rogue turned back in the direction of the door. A small smile slowly found it's way across her lips.
"Ah can't believe he fell for that," she thought happily to herself. "He ought to know better than ta think Ah'd cry if front of him."
She hadn't planned the whole crying scene at first. But after he had kissed her like that she knew she had to find someway to get him to leave her alone. For both their sakes. Though he tried not to act like it, Rogue knew he was really a big softy in side. If you knew what buttons to hit that is. After the guilt she had seen in his eye, after her oh so moving speech, she knew he'd never try kissing her again. Not that a part of her didn't want him to. But it was for the best.
She sighed and went to pick up her book, that Remy had dropped, off of the floor. But as she picked it up her eyes caught a glimpse of something on her chair. She quickly made her way over to the chair and found the thing she had saw to be a box. She quickly picked it up and pulled off the top. Instantly the smell of rich black coffee reached her nose. A medium size pouch sat at the bottom of the box. She picked it up and a small note fell out onto the floor. She picked it up and read it.
"Dear Chere, dis is jus a little gift ta show has sorry Remy is for drinkin yo coffee. Hope ya like it._ Remy"
A wave of guilt swept of Rogue.
"Darn Cajun," she muttered. "Why does he have ta do stuff like this?"
She sighed and put the coffee and note back into the box.
"Ah guess I'd better go apologize."
She walked over to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Remy stood there smirking at her.
"Come to apologize to Remy chere?"
"What the heck are you doing at my door," she asked, astonished that he was there.
"Well Gambit figured after yo little performance you might want to apologize to him after you saw yo coffee."
Rogue gaped at him.
"Why you, you, you no good, dirty rotten, lyin cheatin, worthless swamp rat. You are so full of yourself. I wouldn't apologize to you if you put a gun to mah head!"
Remy smirked at her again.
"Well you know what de say chere. All is fair in love and war."
"Well this ain't war and it surely ain't love!"
"Ah chere maybe, but one day it will be. I promise you."
He then smiled, turned, and walked away.
"Enjoy de coffee chere," he called over his shoulder. "It's the least Remy could do for his woman!"
He then laughed and kept on laughing until he was out of sight.
Rogue sighed angriliy and went back into her room.
"No good, dirty rotten, lyin cheatin, worthless swamp rat…."
Man this was the hardest chapter to write, ever! Lol. I know it kind of sucks but stay with me. Every road has to have a bump in it right? :-) Anyways, Read and Review!
P.S. Thank you for everyone who reviewed my story!
P.P.S I used an online translator for the French parts so please forgive me for butchering the French language.
Love, War, and Coffee
"Oh my God!"
Everyone in the huge mansion kitchen turned at looked at Rogue. Her green eyes were burning red with anger.
"Who the heck drank the last cup of COFFEE?!"
Everyone took a step back and looked at each other.
"Not me," everyone muttered.
"That's it! I want to know who drank the last of the coffee, and I want to know now! And when I do find out who did it. I'm going to rip of the head and shove it up their…."
"Hey Rouge, (sip), what you screamin about Cheri?"
Rouge slowly turned around and looked at Remy. He stood there, as handsome as ever, holding a cup of…coffee!
"Um Remy, would that happen to be a cup of coffee," Rogue asked tightly.
Remy smiled and took a big sip.
"Yep, sho is chere. I was really lucky too. It was the very last cup! I jus don no what I'd do if I didn't have my cup of fresh coffee in de morin.'"
Rogue felt her eye twitch, and everyone waited for the much expected screaming and cursing. However, it never came. Instead Rogue just sighed and walked out the kitchen.
Everyone turned and looked at each other.
"Uh, what de heck just happened here? What is goin on," asked a very confused Gambit.
"You just drank Rogue's coffee," explained Jean.
"Ya, and wit out her killing you," put in Kurt.
Remy looked down at his cup of coffee.
""Crap! J'ai bu de mon café aimé," frowned Remy. (Roughly means "Crap! I drank my beloved's coffee!"
He smiled.
"Je dois le faire jusqu'à elle, non?" (Roughly means "I must make it up to her, no?")
Later that evening
Rogue sighed and put down the book she was reading. Or rather attempting to read. Really her mind was somewhere else, mostly on a certain Cajun. She had been thinking all week on a way to get back at 'the rajun Cajun.' However nothing seemed to come to her. It was like something was blocking her.
"Why can't I think of something mean to do to him," she asked herself.
"Maybe because you like him too much, no," answered a familiar voice.
Rogue sat up on her bed and glared at the intruder.
"What the heck are ya doin in mah room swamp rat," she spat. "Haven't ya ever heard of knockin? Or is it you're too use to breakin into stuff?!"
Remy smirked.
"Chere, as always your kindness and femininity astounds Remy."
Rogue scoffed.
"My thoughts exactly," Remy agreed, smirking lightly at her.
Rogue turned several shades of red.
"Look, where in the Sam hill do you get the nerve to come in mah room and insult me?!"
Remy smiled at her, His gaze staying on her for several minutes.
"What are ya lookin at," Rogue finally yelled.
Remy's smiled broadened.
"Sorry chere, its jus. You look so pretty when you're mad," he stated simply.
Rogue felt the blood creep up into her cheeks.
"You're cheeks get all red," he continued, "And your eyes sparkle. Remy likes it very much."
Rogue averted her eyes and took a deep breathe, hoping to calm her heart beat.
"Yeah well ya better keep your eyes to yourself before I poke 'em out!"
Remy rolled his eyes.
"Chere, you're so violent. Such a belle femme as yourself should not be like that."
This time Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Look swamp rat, what do ya want? You're cutting in on mah reading time."
"Oh really," asked Remy raising an eyebrow. "What ya reading chere?"
He quickly snatched the book off of her bed and looked at the cover.
"Hey give me that," Rouge screeched lunging for the book.
Remy quickly moved out of the way and Rogue found herself on the floor.
"A New Orleans Romance' huh," asked Remy smiling. "Any reason this particular theme is on yo mind chere?"
"No," fibbed Rouge, while getting up off of the floor. "I just happen ta like southern romance novels."
Remy walked slowly over to Rouge.
"Den maybe some day you and I will write one of our own."
He smiled charmingly and Rouge suddenly found herself to be out of insults. This not being a familiar situation with her she quickly panicked.
"Look Remy, I think you should just go now," she said, walking to the door and opening it.
Remy moved slowly towards her and closed the door back gently. Then her turned to her and brushed her cheek with his gloved hand.
Rogue felt herself began to tremble but she didn't pull away. She just couldn't pull away.
"Don't be scared Rogue," he whispered quietly. "Remy not going to hurt ya. Remy jus want a little…kiss."
He leaned and their lips met.
Rogue sighed and enjoyed the feel of his lips against hers. Suddenly a force began to pull from with in her. It immediately registered in her mind as her powers and she immediately pulled away. Rouge grabbed her head and waited for the dizziness to pass. Remy also felt a bit dizzy but his main concern was Rogue.
He carefully reached out and touched her arm.
"Chere, are you… are you ok?"
Rogue quickly snatched his hand off of her arm and violently pushed him away.
"Get away from me," she yelled.
Remy blinked at her in shock.
"Chere, what's wit the mood swing. Is something wrong?"
Tears poured down Rouge face and she swiped at them with her hand.
"Wrong? Wrong! What the heck is the matter with ya! Don't you know I could put you in a comma, or ,or, or worse!
Remy felt his conscience pulling at him. Something that didn't happen all that often.
"Chere, looked I'm sorry I just wanted to…"
"You just wanted to make me one of your trophies."
"No chere, I didn't. I swear."
"You did," she yelled. "All you thought about was what you wanted. Did you ever stop and think about what it might do to me?!"
That was it. Remy could just feel his conscience put a gun to his head and right then he wished he could pull the trigger. Usually something like this might not bother him. But Rogue, Rouge was different. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Look Rogue. I'm sorry," he said.
Rogue noticed he referred to himself in the first person and it kind of intrigued her.
"I know I can be a real jerk sometimes but I jus want to have a little fun, chere. And I'm really sorry if I hurt ya."
Rogue turned her back to the man and let the last of the tears roll down her face.
"Just go," she whispered.
Remy sigh and hung his head.
"Ok Chere, I'll go."
He then opened the door and walked out the room. But not before stopping to leave a small package on the chair by the door.
Once he was gone Rogue turned back in the direction of the door. A small smile slowly found it's way across her lips.
"Ah can't believe he fell for that," she thought happily to herself. "He ought to know better than ta think Ah'd cry if front of him."
She hadn't planned the whole crying scene at first. But after he had kissed her like that she knew she had to find someway to get him to leave her alone. For both their sakes. Though he tried not to act like it, Rogue knew he was really a big softy in side. If you knew what buttons to hit that is. After the guilt she had seen in his eye, after her oh so moving speech, she knew he'd never try kissing her again. Not that a part of her didn't want him to. But it was for the best.
She sighed and went to pick up her book, that Remy had dropped, off of the floor. But as she picked it up her eyes caught a glimpse of something on her chair. She quickly made her way over to the chair and found the thing she had saw to be a box. She quickly picked it up and pulled off the top. Instantly the smell of rich black coffee reached her nose. A medium size pouch sat at the bottom of the box. She picked it up and a small note fell out onto the floor. She picked it up and read it.
"Dear Chere, dis is jus a little gift ta show has sorry Remy is for drinkin yo coffee. Hope ya like it._ Remy"
A wave of guilt swept of Rogue.
"Darn Cajun," she muttered. "Why does he have ta do stuff like this?"
She sighed and put the coffee and note back into the box.
"Ah guess I'd better go apologize."
She walked over to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Remy stood there smirking at her.
"Come to apologize to Remy chere?"
"What the heck are you doing at my door," she asked, astonished that he was there.
"Well Gambit figured after yo little performance you might want to apologize to him after you saw yo coffee."
Rogue gaped at him.
"Why you, you, you no good, dirty rotten, lyin cheatin, worthless swamp rat. You are so full of yourself. I wouldn't apologize to you if you put a gun to mah head!"
Remy smirked at her again.
"Well you know what de say chere. All is fair in love and war."
"Well this ain't war and it surely ain't love!"
"Ah chere maybe, but one day it will be. I promise you."
He then smiled, turned, and walked away.
"Enjoy de coffee chere," he called over his shoulder. "It's the least Remy could do for his woman!"
He then laughed and kept on laughing until he was out of sight.
Rogue sighed angriliy and went back into her room.
"No good, dirty rotten, lyin cheatin, worthless swamp rat…."
Man this was the hardest chapter to write, ever! Lol. I know it kind of sucks but stay with me. Every road has to have a bump in it right? :-) Anyways, Read and Review!
P.S. Thank you for everyone who reviewed my story!
P.P.S I used an online translator for the French parts so please forgive me for butchering the French language.