-Y'all know the dilly yo, that I don't own these characters, marvel or anything else. Blah blah blah

Author's Note: Alrighty, so I re-wrote a major section for all the Romy fans. For those who are re-reading this, I'm sure you'll like this new addition to this chapter. Frankly, it's steamy… Oh, and there's really nothing else to say. Re-wrote some of the dialogue between Bets and Warren.. Man, Warren's a jerk. Dated a guy name Warren once… he was a dolt. So, this Warren shall be a dolt as well. Edited about once and a half, yes, I said 'A HALF'! I'll catch future mistakes later. Chocolate kisses to all! I'm too tired to respond to review! Have fun reading!

On with the story…

The Wedding

Chapter 4

The night was clear as the stars shone brightly against the black velvet sky. The luminous glow courtesy of the crescent moon highlighted the features of her silky china doll face. God, she's beautiful, he thought while he continued to gaze at her from behind. She was leaning forward against the balcony rail and appeared to be in deep thought. However, she could feel his intense stare and so, casually she turned around slowly to meet those deep blue eyes of his.

"Plan on just staring, luv?" Betsy asked coyly.

Warren casually strolled over to her and slipped his arms around her waist. "You're so beautiful, you can't blame me if I just kept staring." He told her.

She smiled shyly as a pink blush flushed over her cheeks. It was quite an unusual sight to see since Betsy always prided herself to be collected and cool no matter whose company she was in, but somehow all her defenses came down whenever she was with Warren.

"You know what?" He asked her.

"What?" She asked in return.

"I can never get enough of your smile. You are so incredibly stunning, Betsy." Warren said and proceeded to bend down and kiss her.

Their lips engaged in a passionate kiss as his hands slowly wandered down to the tie that held her robe together. He pulled gently on it and it undid itself. His fingers wandered up to her shoulders and slowly brushed the robe off her. The lilac robe fell to the ground and uncovered a black slip nightgown. She ran her fingers through his blonde tresses as the kiss deepened.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her back inside. Their lips unlocked for a few moments as he laid her down tenderly on the bed. He took off his shirt, which not only revealed his impeccably toned body, but also his two magnificent wings. Resuming his position on top of her, he continued to lay sweet kisses all over her body. She put a hand on either side of his face while he was laying kisses on her chest and slowly directed him up to meet her eyes. He followed her request and gradually brought his face up to meet hers.

When his cobalt eyes finally met her chocolate pair, she whispered ever so softly, "I love you."

He immediately withdrew from her as soon as he heard those words. His eyes lost all familiarity and suddenly became distant. He got up off of her, and hastily pulled on his shirt. She got up and was completely confounded with his actions.

"Warren?" She inquired cautiously.

"Mmmhmm…" Warren responded with his back to her, still unwilling to face her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked him.

"Everything's fine. I'm tired. Let's go to bed." He answered quickly and walked towards his side of the king size bed. He tucked himself in and turned off his bedside lamp.

Betsy's eyes watered up and she only became more flummoxed with his abruptly dejected reaction. She crawled over to her side of the bed and slipped underneath the covers. She flicked the off button on the bedside lamp and flopped on to her side. She squeezed her eyes shut to prevent any tears from falling. This was the first time she slept in the same bed with him without his arms around her.

-xoxo-

The lamp glowed softly as she gave him the biggest smile. He brought his lips down to kiss her soft ruby lips. When the kiss ended, he laid down beside her, wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled up to him.

"Scott, are you sleeping?" She asked softly.

"No. I never fall asleep until you do." He responded as he tightened his grip on her slightly.

"I didn't know that." Jean replied.

"I've been doing that since the first time we were together. I can't sleep until I know you're sound asleep." Scott explained.

"Aww… that's so cute, Scotty." Jean cooed.

"And that is why I never told you." Scott pointed out.

Jean laughed lightly and said, "I'm just kidding, Scott. It is really sweet though."

"Mmmhmm…" Scott responded, still not totally convinced.

"Here, maybe this will convince you of my sincerity." Jean said and proceeded to kiss her husband.

"Mmm… well that sure helped." Scott murmured as the kiss ended.

"Scott?"

"Mmhmm?"

Jean turned away slightly for fear of how he would react when she asked, "Do you think maybe… it's about time… we have a little baby of our own?"

She held her breath and closed her eyes as she waited for his response.

"Jean, look at me." Scott requested softly. She opened her olive eyes to meet his red shades. He smiled tenderly at her and said, "I think that's a great idea."

"Really? Are you sure?" Jean asked once more just for reassurance.

"I've been wanting children with you since the day I met you. There's no doubt that I'm sure." Scott replied.

"Eeee! We're going to have a baby!" Jean squealed as she wrapped her arms around her husband excitedly while Scott merely laughed at her

"Hold on, hun. We're not quite there yet… but we can start trying… like how about now?" Scott suggested.

It was only split second before Jean's lips were on his as the two finally tried for the dream that they both have had since they first met all those years ago.

-xoxo-

He tossed and turned for the fiftieth time that night. He shut his eyes and tried to force sleep upon himself, but it was useless though. For no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his mind. The taste of her lips was still on his. He could still smell the arousing perspiration of her body. He could still feel her heart beat as rapidly as his.

And then he couldn't help but remember their first night together.

The walls were closing in on them as she clung to him. She clung to him for dear life as her claustrophobia overcame her strength and will. He held her tightly as he soothingly told her, "It's okay, darlin. Everythin's fine. This is all an illusion."

She tried to believe his words desperately but she was scared. She could feel the walls closing in on her; she could feel the entrapment that this 'illusion' was providing.

"Logan, I'm scared." She whimpered as she tried to get a hold herself.

"It's okay, darlin'. It's okay." He cooed soothingly.

"How do you know this isn't real?" She asked him frantically.

"I just do. 'Ro, trust me?" He requested as he stared into her frightful big brown eyes. God, she's beautiful, he thought.

She looked into his eyes and instead of being the cold eyes that they usually were, this time his eyes were only soft and tender. "I always do, Logan. I always do." She told him.

The walls suddenly stopped moving as Ororo found herself still holding on to Logan tightly in what seemed to have been a cave. They stayed like that for a few moments before Logan finally said, "This feels right, 'Ro. This has always felt right."

She looked up at him and only saw truth in his eyes. "I want you, Logan. I've always wanted you."

Stop it! Just stop it! His mind demanded as he tried to shut the images out of his head. She doesn't want you, and she made it clear. It meant nothing, he tried to convince himself. Forget the way she looked that night, forget how soft her skin felt, forget the way she taste, it's over!

Logan let out a frustrated growl as he got up. He was experiencing so many different emotions and many of them were new to him. He didn't know how to express them, he didn't know how to repress them, and he was completely lost. Deciding that he desperately needed a drink, he stomped over to his door and whipped it open.

He found a pair of unsure cerulean eyes staring right at him. Her head dropped slightly as if she was almost embarrassed to be standing there in her rose-coloured nightgown.

"Logan, I…" She began but he interrupted her as he pressed his ravenous lips against hers. He lifted her into his arms as their kiss ran more deep and greedy. He carried her into his room and promptly closed the door behind him.

-xoxo-

"Thought de petite would never fall asleep… had t' read four books t'him before he even began t'close his eyes…" Remy explained himself as he walked through their bedroom door. Immediately he stopped mid-way in his explanation while his eyes popped out at the sight before him. His jaw dropped as drool flowed over the edge of his mouth.

"Like what ya see, sugah?" Rogue drawled in a heavier Southern accent for the effect. Dressed in a lacy red number, she laid seductively in the middle of a rose petal covered bed.

It took Remy about a second to find his senses, and took another second for him to pounce on his fiancé. Pressing his lips against hers, she drew him in deeper as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Probing her mouth intensely with that oh-so-experienced tongue of his, he helped out her nimble fingers with undoing the button of his shirt. Caught on the last button, Remy was about to just rip it off his muscular body, when she pulled back and said, "Don't ya dare ruin the shirt. Ah paid a lot for it."

Rolling his eyes, he shut her up by forcing his lips on hers once more, and she didn't seem to mind shown by the purring that escaped from her. Finally able to undo the last button, he quickly lost his shirt while her hands went straight to the buckle of his pants. Releasing her legs from around his waist, he quickly slipped out of his pants and became a butt naked Cajun within mere minutes of entering the room.

As swift as he had undressed himself, he began working on his soon-to-be wife. As tantalizing as her racy red lingerie was, Remy couldn't wait any longer than to take it off of her. Being as skillful as his reputation had always insisted, Rogue found herself naked with seconds after her fiancé. A little bit more time spent on foreplay, and down to business he went.

Her breathing got heavier as his movements became rapider. She was pressed up against his hard rock body as passionate sweat drenched them both. She murmured his name over and over again as grunts of ecstasy escaped his lips with the occasional 'chere'.

It was no surprise that Remy Lebeau was in a complete state of bliss at the moment while he was receiving the long awaited homecoming that his fiancée had rightfully promised him.

-xoxo-

The morning came and it was a dreary one. Rain was pouring down hard on Manhattan, and Elizabeth couldn't help but think that the sky was crying for her. She hadn't been able to sleep all night, and yet she wouldn't let herself cry in front of him. The last thing she needed was for him to see her weep. He was still sleeping in the bedroom while she was in the living room, lying on the couch and staring out the window.

All morning, she had just been thinking about the night before and the words that were said. She didn't regret telling him that she loved him. She just couldn't believe the pain she felt when he didn't say those words back. Even worse, he completely withdrew from her as if she was a total stranger. She blinked back the tears as she continued to let the heavens cry fro her.

His soft footsteps could be heard from behind but she didn't turn around to face him. She continued to stare out the window.

"Betsy?" He inquired quietly.

She didn't give him a response for she feared that she would break down if she turned around and faced him. He didn't make a move to get closer to her though. Instead, he made sure he kept his distance.

"Betsy?" He questioned again.

"What?" She asked, still refusing to look at him.

"I think we need to talk." Warren said.

"Talk then." She bluntly told him and although it sounded cold, she had to use a lot of effort to keep her voice from quivering.

"Will you just please look at me?" He requested.

She blinked back her tears and somehow found the strength within her to turn around and face him. He saw her watery hurt eyes, and he looked away. He couldn't bring himself to look at her knowing that he was the one who caused the pain.

"I do as you say and you can't even bring yourself to look at me. Warren, I'm the one who's hurt right now. Not you. I told you I loved you, and fine, maybe you didn't have to say it back, but you didn't have to treat me the way you did…as if I was some sort of disease. All I did was offer my love. That was it. I wasn't expecting you to do the same." She explained as angry tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"I just didn't know what to say. That's all." Warren clarified.

"What did you want from me, Warren? What did you expect out of this relationship? I thought this is what you had eventually wanted from me… from us. That night after the lounge… you said you wanted to 'protect each other with everything we have, heart, body and soul.' [1] Did you just say all that to get me in bed? Was this whole thing just some sort of a game, meaningless sex and then get the hell out as soon as things get too serious? Can you tell me what you wanted because I obviously don't bloody know?!" Betsy cried in an angry rant, while the tears fell uncontrollably now.

"I…don't know, Bets. I don't know anything anymore. Things are just moving so fast. I just think we need a break from each other." Warren said slowly, as he ran a hand through his golden locks while avoiding her eyes.

"It's not a break you want. You want to break up permanently. Just say it. I offer you my love and you show me that I wasn't worth more than a two cents whore on the streets to you. I'll pack my stuff." Betsy angrily spat out as she headed towards the bedroom. She grabbed a suitcase out of the closet as she threw her things in there hastily. He followed her into the bedroom but he didn't stop her.

She zipped up the suitcase in a matter of minutes and grabbed her coat. She walked to the entrance of the penthouse suite and once again he followed her, yet with no intentions on stopping her.

"Betsy, I…" He began but couldn't finish for he didn't know what to say.

She looked at him as the irrepressible tears came streaming down. "Don't say anything. You've already said enough by your actions."

And with those words, Elizabeth Braddock left the Worthington suite with a sadness that consumed her whole body, mind, and soul, for she was left with nothing but a broken heart.

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[1] Uncanny X-Men 319… ahh, the good ol' days before Warren became a pedophile.