A good night… Kiss?
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Rogue got ready in a haste, she got caught up in TRL, and realized it was a quarter till' seven.
"Wha' can' he live here so ah don't forget things when Garbage comes on T.V. with their world premiere music video."
She ran upstairs where Logan stopped her with a forceful, but kind hand…
"Goin' out with the swamp rat?"
"Yes, an' fo' your info'mation he's a gentleman." She said getting slightly annoyed, her emerald hues flashed to her watch… She only had ten minutes.
"Move puhlese! Ah've gottuh get readeh!"
"Fine, fine."
Rogue soared up the stairs, skidding to a halt in front of her bedroom door colliding with Kitty Pryde.
"Watch where you're going freak."
"Bite meh."
She said slamming her door shut tearing her closet apart.
"Nets, nets, where are you? Damn chayuh," She said thrusting it out of her way. Once she had on her clothes, which were black pants with a black pleather skirt on top, black converse, a black wife beater, and her nets. Her nails polished black to a shine, along with her lips in their infamous deep purple. She snapped on her studs, and turned to the clock just as it turned 7:00p.m.
"Ah got everythin' else, an' he bettuh be payin'."
The roar of a motorcycle could be heard. As she walked out the door, Kitty Pryde had set up a make-over station right outside her door.
"Gawd he's here. Move!" Rogue shoved past putting on her black leather gloves, she saw as she bumped Kitty a black streak of eyeliner drew itself messily and thickly across her perfect porcelain cheek like a teardrop.
"Sorreh!" She cried running down the stairs, and just as Remy was about to knock, Rogue flew out the door, and stumbled into his arms.
"We meet again Mon Gothique Fille."
Rogue smiled nervously. "Yeah, let's roll, Kitty's going to kill meh."
She hopped onto the bike.
"Wow, Mon amie did dat like uh' pro." He jumped on in front of her, as she coiled his arms around his… Nice chest. She thought to herself… It was wrought so well into his physique she could feel it even with her gloves…
"As yo 'merican's say it. Les' blow dis Popsicle Stand."
It was cute you could hear his accent in the word Popsicle.
The bike roared into the vibrant city, lights gleaming like jewels.
They got to the theatre, Rogue's hair was rather windblown, and she was hastily fixing it with her gloved hands.
"Mon amie, when yo ride a bike…" He put his hand to his chin in thought, his shades glaring. "Yo' hair is es, bien it gives you mo' o' de… Biker look non?"
"You're righ'…" She said, and settled her hands at her sides,
"Yo' belle anyway Mon amie."
Crimson crept onto her cheeks.
Suddenly Remy's hand laced into hers, and his lips softly kissed her cheek.
They both felt a spark, and Remy smiled as Rogue looked worriedly over at him.
"Moi's fine." He reassured her. He gestured one hand to the giant movie posters. "What yo' wan' t' see?"
"Hmm." Rogue was searching the titles for something good.
"'White noise' looks good to meh."
"Ooh, I wanted t' see dat one too. Good pick Mon amie."
Rogue smiled. "Two please," He told the woman behind the counter.
"Are you eighteen? This is a rated R movie."
Remy suavely looked over his shades, "Do we look eighteen t' yo'?"
The woman's eyes looked as though she went into a semi-trance.
"Yes, sorry sir, please enjoy the show." She shook herself as they went to get popcorn, and whatever else they fancied.
"How'd you do that?" Rogue whispered in awe.
"It's an in de Cajun." He smiled mischievously.
They got into the movie right when it began. Whenever Rogue would be too into the movie, inhaling the popcorn, Remy would nudge her and offer her some Nerds, and Licorice, which she gladly took, and munched nervously watching as the climax piqued.
A door slammed, and Rogue jumped, gripping onto Remy's hand, and practically falling into his lap as well.
"Sorreh sugah." She apologized, straightening herself up. Rogue was glad to see Remy without his shades. His eyes glowed in the darkness, and her eyes would occasionally catch them looking at her, but would snap away as soon as she felt him looking.
When it was over, Remy kept teasing her; Playfully of course.
"She's coming to get yo'…"
"Cajun stop it." She would occasionally squeal as he began tickling her.
"Remeh- Rogue accidentally bumped into a young man in front of her.
"Watch where you're going freak." He hissed. Remy hadn't put his shades back on yet, and his eyes blazed with anger. He gripped him by his shirt.
"What did you say to her?" He hissed acidly.
"I called her a freak."
"Young man!" One of the ticket takers called to him.
Remy threw him to the ground. "Dis' worl' would be a lot bettuh wit' out crappaud like yo' filthin' it up."
Rogue just watched, not sure what to do. "Les' go mon amour." He grabbed her hand, and led them outside, and helped her into the bike. He put on his shades, and they tore into the night, eventually arriving at the institute.
Remy took her hand, helping her off.
"Thanks for everythin' Remeh." She said softly.
"Es non mon belle."
"An' thanks fer' standin' up fo' meh… That guy was a jerk."
"No problem." He smiled. Taking off his shades.
"I had a great time wit' yo'."
"Ah did too."
There eyes locked, and suddenly, his lips descended upon hers, and the kiss deepened, as their lips locked, she could feel his fingers running through her hair, and suddenly, Rogue saw a flash of white, and Remy stumbled back dumbfounded.
"Ah… Ah'm sorreh." She apologized.
"Anyone eveuh tell yo' yo' sure give a knockout of a kiss?"
"Nawh sugah… They haven't."
He smiled.
"Ah'll call yah sugah." He nodded. Getting on his bike and waving, as did Rogue. And as she walked upstairs to go to sleep; She could hear the bike roaring into the night…
She knew right then it was a night she would always remember…
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