gyjvfvnvffdjiklgh- ...nice name... I think it's because it's SO much easier to write romance when both participants can touvch. Besides the inhibitor collars are in the comics so we all figure we can use them.
Source- Not quite ASAP but here ya go.
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe- Thanks!
ishandahalf- I was actually thinking about taking that line out. I'm glad I left it.
Allie-Allie- Thank you!
Calliann- Poor Romy writer, huh? Right.
Day Two
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
-Maroon 5
Rogue took a deep breath. This was stupid and insane. And yet, here she was, donning a big black coat and a slipping on some warmer gloves over her normal ones and putting on a scarf. She got outside without any trouble, that was, of course, when she ran into Logan.
"Where ya headin', kid?" he asked casually.
"Just a walk." There, not a lie.
"Right," Logan said not looking completely convinced. "Be careful, stripes. Ororo said she felt a storm movin' in and I can smell it."
"No problem," Rogue smiled and gave a slight shrug. She walked straight to the lake, a good fifteen-minute walk, but the air was nice and cold and the scenery was beautiful. Much to her surprise there was no one at the lake when she got there. She sighed and leaned against a huge old oak tree, which stood directly next to the lake and waited.
"Didn' think y'd show," Remy said from above her. She jumped before looking up.
"What are ya doin' up there, swamp rat?"
"Jus' admiring de view," he smirked sitting on the branch above her. "De lake, de sky, de snow... you."
"Snake charmer."
"Didn' know y' saw y'r self dat low, chére."
"Get down here, Gambit."
"Why don't you come up here? Ta me."
"Ain't no way in hell."
"S'il te plaît, chérie." Rogue rolled her eyes and began to climb up the tree. Remy helped her onto his branch and handed her the watch.
"Ah can't help but feel that I shouldn't be wearin' this."
He gave her a charming smile. "Remy's off duty, p'tite. Y've got nothin' ta fear from him."
"Ah'm gonna trust ya, swamp rat," Rogue announced, "so don't make meh regret it."
"Never." She took the watch and slipped it on.
"Sabes almost killed John," Remy said. "De pyromaniac won't talk about what happened but Mags found 'em. Remy has never seen Magneto so angry. Poor John... he was covered in bruises. Piotr and Remy both tried to find out what happened but John don' want ta talk about it. Magneto had a prison built 'specially for dis type of t'ing and de t'ing y'r wearin' just in case. Mags don' know what t' do with de Kitty. He's been in de jail for a month."
"Ah... Ah don't know what to say."
"Say not'in'," Remy recommended. "And never tell Johnny dat Ah told ya what happened."
"Okay." She shifted her position and suddenly lost her balance and tumbled onto the ice, then plunged through it and into the frigid water below. Remy dived in after her and grabbed Rogue pulling her out. He cursed at the sight of her paler than usual skin. He stood and pulled Rogue into his arms and ran to his own cabin, less than a ten-minute walk. He made it in two. He ran inside and stripped off both of their clothes before depositing her on the big fluffy rug and throwing another log on the fire he had left burning.
"C'mon, chére," Remy murmured settling onto the rug with her and gathering her in his arms. "Stay with me... don't die on me, p'tite." He ran his hands over her skin trying to warm her. He grabbed a throw blanket and covered the two of them with it. Gradually, her shivers lessened and she relaxed. Remy relaxed a little himself and held her tightly against his chest. Soon he had dozed off.
Later
Rogue came to feeling warm and safe. The first thing she was aware of was being surrounded by warm fuzziness. Except for the smooth warm... body at her back. Rogue tensed trying to figure out what had happened. A pair of strong arms rested comfortably around her waist. The body was definitely male as the hard evidence pressing against her back told her. Rogue yelped and grabbed the blanket holding it against herself moving away from him.
"Bon soir," Remy murmured, opening his eyes drowsily. He smiled lazily. "Nice ta see ya with some color in y'r cheeks."
Rogue glared hard at him. "Ah'm gonna give ya one minute to tell meh what happened, swamp rat."
"Dis be de t'anks Remy gets for savin' your life?" he asked returning her glare with an innocent look.
"Explain."
"Y' fell in de water, chére. Den y' went onto shock or somethin'. Remy warmed ya up. Not'in' more."
"Ah guess Ah owe ya mah thanks."
Remy smirked up at her, raking her body with a longing glanced. "Well, not'in' says t'anks like a good old fashioned bl-"
"Don't even say it," Rogue warned. "You just can't be a decent guy for more than ten minutes at a time."
"Dat hurts, chére."
"The others are probably worried sick," Rogue said. She sent a message to Jean and Xavier telling them that she was okay and safe. She held the blanket closer. "Ah should probably get going."
Remy snorted leaning back on his hands. "Look outside, p'tite. Y' ain't going anywhere." Rogue looked out the window and cursed. "Dat ain't proper language for a femme."
"Ah can still make it."
Remy smirked letting his eyes roam over her body. "Naked?"
"Where are mah clothes?"
"Still dryin'. Remy'll get y' somethin' of his." Remy stood allowing the blanket to slide off of him. Rogue's eyes widened as she took in his full exposed body. She had seen naked men, she lived in the Institute with a bunch of hormonal men, plus she still had all of Jean's memories about Scott. But nothing compared to seeing Remy standing right above her, in all his naked glory.
To her complete shock, his manhood grew, hardened, as if in response to her gaze fixed on him. He knelt down before her and gently took her chin in his fingers. "Lesson one, chére: y' can't stare at a homme like dat, without makin' him a little interested." Her wide green eyes stared into his face. He had a strong urge to kiss her at that moment and had to fight it. He stood and walked away, going back to his bedroom. He came back out with a black terrycloth robe. "Here."
"Ah can't go anywhere in this," Rogue pointed out.
"Vrai," Remy nodded solemnly.
"Why are you still naked?"
"Remy don' feel like gettin' dressed," the Cajun shrugged.
"Put some clothes on."
"Does it bother you?"
"Yes!"
"Bon, den Remy'll get dressed." Much to Rogue's dismay all he put on was a pair of boxer shorts.
"When will mah clothes be dry?"
"Dey're hangin' over dere," Remy said pointing to a chair in the kitchen. Rogue sighed.
"Wonderful."
"Is spendin' time with me really so bad?" Remy actually sounded hurt, and the fact that he spoke in the first person strengthened that thought.
"No," Rogue said. "But ya are the enemy."
"Not here and now, p'tite chére," Remy pointed out. "Right now Remy is just a homme, and y'r just a femme. We like each other, non?"
"Ah guess..."
"Den why complicate t'ings? We ain't exactly enemies anymore either. Dese fights, dey're more like war games now. For tonight let's just forget dat we're an X-Men and an Acolyte. Let's just be Remy and Rogue."
She smiled a little. "Ah'm gonna agree to this, swamp rat. Don't make meh regret it."
"Dat be de last t'ing Remy wants, chére."
"So, now what?"
Remy shrugged stretching languidly. "When y' thought about touchin', what type of things did you imagine?"
Rogue was silent staring down at the watch. "The simple stuff," she admitted not knowing why she was telling him this. "Just holding hands, kissing, huggin'... ya know... Ah've neva been hugged, not without bein' afraid of hurting someone. Kitty has hugged me, and Kurt too, of course... but Ah've always been afraid that Ah'd hurt then." She shrugged. "But Ah guess Ah've gotten used to it. It's not really a problem, at least not a big one."
Remy didn't speak for a few moments, imagining how that would be, not being able to indulge in such a simple sensation, a sensation that he took so very much for granted. "Okay, chére, right now y' have the ability to touch. Anyt'in' you want to do y' can."
"Ah can't... it wouldn't be right."
"Why?"
Rogue took a deep breath not knowing how to explain. "Ah don't want to experience touch just to know how it feels, Remy. Knowin' what I'm missing and then not having it may be worse than not knowing."
Remy frowned. "Never thought about it dat way." He reach out and touch her hair. "Ah'm sorry if Ah pressured you, p'tite."
"You didn't," Rogue shrugged.
Kitty's psyche urged her to just go for it. C'mon, Rogue, you, like, may never get a chance like this again. Besides, I, like, totally know you like him. Rogue wondered briefly why Kitty's psyche always seemed to talk even more like a valley girl than the real Kitty. She shut out Kitty's voice and focused on the most steady of her psyche's, and the one she listened to most often. Trust yer gut, stripes, and don't be afraid of this, or of him.
"Um... Remy?"
"Oui?"
"Why did you single meh out?"
He frowned. "What do y' mean?"
"Well... you could have picked anyone else to get you in. Ah mean, Kitty and Kurt could have gotten ya in a lot faster, you could have found out the rest on yer own. You're a resourceful swamp rat." He smirked at that leaning back on his hands again. "And every time we fight you always come after me. Why?"
"Maybe Remy just likes de accent." She merely looked at him. "Or maybe Remy recognized somethin' in y' dat was killed off in Remy a long time ago." She cocked her head to one side. "Innocence."
"Ah ain't innocent, swamp rat. Ah've seen things and been through things that make most girls break."
"Je sais, but y' didn't. You survived, and even thrived. You're strong, ma p'tite, but you're still innocent. You have dis look in y'r eyes when y' look at me sometimes. Ya look-"
"Don't confuse lust with adoration or something."
Remy chuckled. "Dat wasn't quite what Remy meant but it's nice to know." She blushed. "To be honest, chére, Remy don't know what it is about you. Y' make me want ta be a better man.
"That's sweet. Gag meh."
His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Avec what?"
"Gambit, don't make meh hurt ya."
He smirked. "Try it." She rolled her eyes.
"Cajun, Ah ain't got nothin' to prove to ya."
"Vrai," he nodded. "Well, it is around midnight and it's been a long day. Y' just want to get some sleep."
"Yeah," Rogue agreed. To his absolute shock she moved closer and laid with her back towards him. Holding his breath he closed in the short distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. "Try anything and Ah'll kill ya," she warned.
"Je sais," he murmured. Cuddled in his arms she drifted off to sleep, and some nice Cajun filled dreams.
