Authors Note: eek. I'm not giving up on this story, in fact the whole is written finished and on my computer. That little bit of information before was more of a thank you, because other wise I would have just stopped writing. Ok, enough about that! Shout out time.

Heartsyhawk: ahh you're lovely. I don't really like this story much but I'm so, so glad that people are enjoying it, thanks for that review.

Freak87: I think that's very sound advice and I shall try my best to follow it, though it's sometimes harder than you think.

Ishandahalf: I will try to count the "eh"s for you, promise. I have not clue if you live in or near Toronto, (given the size of Canada it could be a bit like you telling me your going to Sweden) but if you happen to see any short, blonde tourists, probably with a camera (as photography is my thang nowadays), be sure to wave ;-) Yeah I'm a sucker for the whole "kiss in the rain" thing too, its just oh so Breakfast at Tiffany's

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Chica De Los Ojos Café: I'm glad you thought it was good. I don't think it really was, it was quite disjointed, it really shows where I gave up…definitely not my best work…thanks for reviewing.

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Dreamschemer: patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace. In terms of plot, this is just shaping up. I tried to make it a natural progression, so nothing happens too quickly, especially as my chapters are so short. This is primarily a romance story, with a little drama, define action and maybe I can help you out.

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Music When The Lights Go Out
Chapter Ten (Something about nights in)

Remy had been in a state of euphoria for a couple of days now, and to think it had all been caused by a girl, but not just any girl, he reminded himself. He had never felt this way about anyone before, even though they had only been out twice, though thinking about it that was more than he usually managed….

He was just about to start making himself some dinner when there was a knock at the door. Outside was a Rogue, holding a very familiar looking dinner jacket….

"Ah believe ya forgot somethin'"

"Just couldn't wait t' see me again could y' chére?"

Rogue rolled her eyes and handed him the jacket. He had been hoping she would come by to give it back; it gave him an excuse to see her again. She turned to leave, but he stopped her in her tracks.

"T'anks fo' bringin' m' coat back chérie."

"Its nothin'."

"I was jus' about t' make dinner, why don' y' stay an' eat wit' me?"

Rogue thought about it. She didn't have plans, and she had had a good time the other night. Surely another evening with the Cajun wouldn't kill her, unless of course he was a really bad cook with a penchant for food poisoning…

"Alrahte." He held open the door and ushered her in. "So what's cookin'?"

"Haven't quite decided yet chére. Drink?" she nodded.

He took a bottle of wine from the side and two glasses from a high up cupboard. Filling one, he handed it to her and she made herself at home with it on his sofa. Rogue watched as Remy sifted through his fridge and cupboards trying to find things to make dinner from.

"Y' like gumbo chére?"

"O' course, Ah cant even remember tha last time Ah had proper gumbo…"

"Y' been away from de south too long chérie, when did y' last visit home?"

Rogue thought about it. "Well Ah left home when Ah was sixteen and Ah haven't been back since, so that's…eight years" she worked out on her fingers.

"Eight years?" he was clearly surprised, "Dats along time wit' no breaks, I go back t' N'awlins every year an' I still miss it."

"If ya love it so much, why are ya livin' in New York?"

"Business chére, y' gotta go were dat is sometimes." He started throwing things in a pot, turning up the heat.

"Do ya want a hand?" Rogue asked, putting her wine down and coming through to the kitchen and leaning against the countertop.

"Sure, will y' chop dis for me?"

Rogue nodded and took the chopping board and knife he handed her and began to cut up a bell pepper and some parsley quietly

"Ah went ta New Orleans once." Rogue said suddenly.

"Did y'?

"Yeah, when Ah was about twelve…Ah always wanted ta see the bright lights o' tha Big Easy…"

Remy chuckled lightly to himself and leaned over, taking some of Rogues chopped ingredients and putting them into the pot.

"Dere's no place like it. Can't say I've ever been t' Mississippi, what's it like dere?"

Rogue shrugged. "Its ok, in a kinda 'white-picket-fence' type o' way, Ah got bored there after all those years…" She tipped the rest of her ingredients into the pot. "But work like yours musta taken ya all over tha world, Ah'm sure ya've seen all kindsa interestin' places."

"Yeah a fair few," he said nonchalantly, stirring away. "Y' don't get t' see so much when y' on business though."

"One day Ah wanna go ta Europe, Ah've always wanted ta go there."

"Any particular place? S'quite big…"

"Well tha thing with dreams swamprat, is that they don't have ta be beautifully planned."

"Well if y' t'ink about now, den y' one step closer t' being dere, y'll make it one day." He tasted a little of his gumbo and added some more pepper. "Here try dis."

He spoon-fed her a little of the gumbo. "It's nice," she smiled, "but spicy!" she poured herself some water to drown the fire that had been started in her mouth by the Cajun cooking. It made Remy laugh.

"I reckon it's ready, pass me two o' dose bowls," he asked her, pointing to a stack of bowls that could just be seen through the smoked glass window of one of the kitchen cupboards. She happily obliged.

Remy spooned out some rice and gumbo into each bowl and handed one to her, along with a spoon, before taking it through to the other room. He set his bowl down on the coffee table and went over to the TV.

"Y' wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure, what have ya got?"

"Well what do y' wanna watch?"

Rogue sighed, this was the kind of thing that she just knew could go on for hours and hours. She got up off the couch where she had been quite happily sitting and watching him have his movie dilemma and joined him to flick through the flicks.

"Ooh North by Northwest, Ah love Cary Grant."

"Den dat it is."

He started the film and they both settled back down in front of the TV, gingerly balancing their food on their laps. This was nice, Rogue thought, it was kind of relaxing to be in his company. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been so comfortable around a guy before, especially one she had gotten off to such a bad start with.

She set her empty bowl back down on the table; Remy had already done the same. Without even realising what she was doing, she relaxed back into his arms, enjoying the warmth of feeling them wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

Remy could scarcely believe his luck. His chérie was so warm and soft in his arms, with her head rested back against his shoulder he breathed in the heady scent of her shampoo. She smelt of Jasmine.

The film was as good as over; the ending credits had just begun to roll. Rogue pulled herself away from Remy, straightened out her clothes a little and sat up, taking a quick glance at a clock on the side.

"Oh, wow its late, Ah should go…" she started, "Ah gotta be up, Ah got work an' things tomorrow."

"Y' sure y' cant stay wit' Remy jus' a lil longer chére?" he asked, his eyes pleading.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah'd love ta, but Ah shouldn't…" She started to walk towards the door, getting ready to leave him all alone.

"In dat case, at least grant Remy de pleasure of a goodnight kiss."

She gave him an odd look, considering what he was asking of her. In the end, she conceded, moving closer to him, pressing her palms gently against the well-formed muscles in his chest. She leaned in and ever so softly; she brushed her ruby lips against his own in a chaste kiss, feeling his arms snake around her.

She tried to pull away, but she couldn't bring herself to. The kiss grew more passionate; her hands found their way to his hair, tugging at the strands. He roughly pushed her up against the door, hands moving up and down her body, feeling all her curves moulded to him. Her kisses were as sweet as honey; he didn't think he could ever get enough of them, not in this lifetime anyway.

Suddenly she broke away from him, leaving them both breathless. "Ah really have ta go." She whispered.

"Non chére, stay wit' me, stay de night…" he could see the longing in her eyes, desire clouding everything.

"No, Ah gotta go, night Remy." And just like Cinderella from the fairy tale, she turned and ran out the door leaving a frustrated Remy standing alone in his apartment.


I just seem to love disappointing Remy don't I?

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