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Music When The Lights Go OutChapter Twelve (Something about making out)
Rogue and Remy had been out that evening, celebrating. In a way it was a new leaf for them both. For Remy, it was the first relationship where he wanted to keep it as such, and to try to make it last more than a night. For Rogue, it was a chance to not be defensive and push people away like she usually did.
Since time had been called at the last bar they were at, they had made their way back to Rogue's apartment. At the time it had seemed like it was closer, but walking so many blocks with weary feet was telling them otherwise.
"Ah'm gonna be asleep on tha sidewalk at this rate," Rogue grumbled, "mah feet are dead."
"Y' wanna piggy back?" he asked, seriously.
Rogue thought about it for a second. "Ah think Ah'm drunk enough for that now, yeah."
He stirruped his hands together, allowing her to jump on. She looped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, trying not to fall asleep as she was meant to be directing them home…
Remy jumped when he felt his chére start to place feather light kisses all over the back of his neck. She was moving upwards, nibbling at his earlobe, kissing everywhere. He took in a sharp breath.
"Chere if y' keep dat up I don't guarantee y' gonna make it home." She laughed behind him, it was such a sweet sound, but carried on the torture nevertheless, making him suffer for three more blocks.
"Here." She said suddenly, dropping down from his back and rummaging in her pockets for her keys. Their apartment buildings couldn't have been more different. Where as Remy lived in a well-maintained block on the Upper East Side, which was all polished wood and glass, Rogue lived in the top of what looked like a barn. He eyed it up sceptically.
"Its an old warehouse." She explained, seeing the look. "Ah rent tha loft, its better tha ya think." She took him up in the old elevator that went directly up into her space. "Ah've got plenty o' space up there."
The lift shuddered to a halt and with some effort; Rogue pulled the door back. Remy was shocked-the place was in total chaos! From the corner of her eye, Rogue caught the look on his face, it was one she had gotten all too often from Kitty.
"Oh it's not that bad!"
"Y' sure seem t' like y' clutter chére."
"Ah was jus' never big on tidyin' much. Its not like tha place is a complete sty or anythin'!" She dumped her bag down on the floor, letting him have a look around whilst she went and made them both some coffee.
He took a little walk round, taking the opportunity to be nosy. There were a lot of art materials over on one side of the apartment, though no work that looked completely finished. A big leather-bound book lay on a table, he flicked through, it was full of sketches.
"Didn't realise y' were so int' drawin' chére, t'ought y' just liked ot'er peoples art."
"Nah Ah do a lil bit o' mah own too." She told him, nearly finished with the drinks. "Don't really have much time or talent for it though."
He fixed her gaze across the room. "Chére, dese are very good."
"Thanks." She handed him a mug.
"Perhaps y' draw Remy sometime hahn?" he said with a sexy smirk. She raised an eyebrow.
"Ya want me ta draw ya?"
"Course, be a great honor t' be drawn by an artiste such as y'self."
"Well Ah did do a lil lahfe drawin' not too long ago…Ya know, with tha naked models."
"Chere, if y' wanted t' get Remy's clothes off all y' had t' do was say."
"Do ya want me ta draw ya or not?"
He started to unbutton his shirt. Rogue wasn't sure where to look, quickly she turned her attention to a pile of art equipment, extracting some sketching pencils and quickly sharpening them until the ends were nice and pointed. By the time she had finished, Remy was completely nude; he was evidentially a quick undresser.
"Where do y' want me?" He just stood there without shame. Rogue bit down hard or her lip as her eyes wandered freely over his chiselled body, she had never seen anything quite so perfect.
"Wherever's comfy," she finally told him. She gathered her senses and pulled up a chair, crossing one leg over the other and balancing her sketchbook on her knees. He struck a stupid pose, flexing out his muscles. Rogue laughed at him, "Can ya just relax?"
"Just bein' all Adonis-like fo' y' chérie," Rogue picked a cushion up off the floor and chucked it at him, he quickly caught it before it whacked him hard in the chest.
He did start taking it more seriously though, posing in a normal way and not like a poor imitation of a body builder. Rogue began to draw, flowing pencil lines sketching his lithe form. It wasn't too detailed a drawing and she was soon finished, but it was most definitely and unmistakably Remy.
"There," she proclaimed, turning the page round for him to see, "Jus' somethin' quick…"
"It's brilliant chére, and tres flatterin' even if I do say so m'self."
"Well Ah'm glad ya think so." She set down her book and pencils and went to give him back his clothes. "Here, ya must be gettin' cold…"
"I can think o' better ways t' warm up den puttin' on clothes chére," he said huskily, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her right up against him, not caring that he was still completely naked.
She dropped the clothes in her hands to lightly traced her forefingers over the defined muscles in his chest, lingering a little too long in the more sensitive areas, but never once looking him in the eye. Eventually, Remy tilted her chin up and brought her gaze to his.
"Y' beautiful chérie," a little blush crept into her cheeks; it made her even more appealing.
"Ya really not so bad yaself," she told him, a little smile playing on her lips. He grinned; he just couldn't help himself anymore. Lacing his broad fingers into her wavy auburn hair, his lips captured hers in passionate kiss, full of longing and desire and everything else he felt for her.
She kissed him back with the same fire. His lips felt like velvet on hers…before she knew it, they were both struggling with the buttons of her shirt, she even lost a couple in the process. There was no way back for either of them now, they were hooked. The point of no return was waving them goodbye…
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Across the floor of the apartment, there was a clear trail of where the Southern couple had been last night. A pool of Remy's clothes and Rogue's shirt by the door was where the madness had started, and dropped items, though some had been thrown some distance in the heat of the moment, lead a steady trail to the bed, which was where a very sleepy Rogue was just beginning to come to.
It took her a second to recollect completely what had happened. Her eyes suddenly widened when she remembered. Grabbing the blankets around her, she sat up, expecting to be all alone in her bed, left as a one-night stand by that stupid Cajun…
But he was still there. He was lying flat on his back and sleeping like a baby, the blankets pooling round his waist. He looked oddly charming when he slept. He was much more relaxed for a start, and the bits of hair that were falling in his eyes were really quite cute. He rolled over, his arm reaching out for her, wanting to feel her body closer to him. Perhaps she could get used to this after all…
Oh that has got to be the cheesiest thing I've ever written! It's awful. Speaking of awful, the next chapter will be up soon….
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