Knocking At Your Door
Chapter 3
By Kanshisha Tenshi
Disclaimer: I-do-not-own-it.
"Yo' eyes are like two bright emeralds, so beautiful Remy wants dem an' no other. Yo' skin is like milk, pale but creamy. Yo' hair is like--"
"Stop. Please, for Gawd's sake, stop." Rogue glared at him from where she was banging her head against a wall.
"Change de channel an' I will."
"Nevah."
He cleared his throat. "Yo' hair is like tiny threads o' silk, an' Remy jus' want t' run his hands through it..."
"Yoah good-lookin' but that's where it ends!"
He paused. "You t'ink Remy look good, chére?" She blushed.
"Ah..."
"You do!"
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Stop it! Heah, change the channel, but no swimsuits an' no nudity!" She tossed him the remote, which he caught and used to turn off the television.
"On second t'ought," he drawled, "how 'bout we play Poker?"
"Ah am not gamblin'."
"Okay. Den how 'bout we play strip poker?"
"Who do you think yoah talkin' to?"
"A fille who is 'bout t' reject m'offer?"
"Maybe you do have a brain." They sat in the sitting room for a few minutes. It was a day after Remy's arrival, and nearing dark. Rogue had spent the entire day trying to avoid the Cajun, but he persistently showed up almost everywhere she went. She tried to explain to him that she couldn't touch anyone, but he seemed convinced that he could find a way. "Ah was supposed to be enjoyin' mah time alone. Instead, now Ah'm stuck babysittin' you while we wait for Hank an' the Professah to come back." She scowled at him from her position by the wall, arms crossed. "An' Ah can't go anywhere."
"Oh, you could go somewhere, chére. Jus' take Remy wit' you. We consider it a date, eh?"
"Thank you. That strengthens mah resolve to not go anywhere 'til the Professor an' Hank get back."
"Oh, chérie, Remy not dat bad. You jus' gotta get t' know him. Let him take you out on de town; he show you a good time an' de good side o' him."
"You don't seem to get it. Ah don't wanna get to know you. By the way, what are you? French?"
"Remy be a Cajun, petite. Born an' bred in N'Awlins," he stated proudly. "On de LeBeau estate."
"Louisiana, huh? Near the bayous?"
"Oui."
"Which are basically swamps."
"You could say dat."
"So yoah a swamp rat."
"A...what?"
"A swamp rat. Now Ah got somethin' else to call you."
"You are one weird fille, you know dat?"
"Ah nevah did tell you mah name, did Ah?"
"Non, but Remy found it in de X-Men's files back wit' Magneto. You be de belle Rogue, eh?"
"Yeah." She paused. "Listen, swamp rat, Ah'm going to go take a showah. Think you can handle being alone that long?"
"Remy can handle anyt'in', chére. But you sure you don't want him t' come, too?"
"No! You stay down heah. Ah'll be in the showah. Don't do anythin' stupid, hear?"
"Oui." He grinned at her. Looking at him skeptically, she walked up the stairs to the public bathroom. She turned on the water, stripped, and hopped in.
Meanwhile, Remy was leaving the mansion as fast as his crutches could take him. He would get in her good graces even if it killed him. He didn't have to walk far because he found a motorcycle in the garage. He grinned. Motorcycles were fun. He carefully mounted it so as to not hurt his bad leg and hotwired it. He revved the engine and drove down the driveway and toward a highway. He wasn't driving long before he arrived at an old, beat-up house. He knocked on the door. An old man answered.
"Yeah, whaddya want?"
"You got somet'in' I want..."
Rogue stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel and wrapping another around her wet hair. She opened the door of the bathroom and stepped outside, only to come face-to-face with Remy LeBeau.
Remy stared. Her make-up was off, she was clad only in a towel, her skin shone and glistened as the light danced off of the water droplets still clinging to her, and her face was flushed from the warm shower she'd just had. She was beautiful. For once he had trouble forming a coherent sentence, but soon recovered.
"Chére, I got somet'in' fo' you."
"What is it, swamp rat?" she asked, blushing, trying to cover more of her exposed skin with the towel. He held out a small box and she reluctantly accepted it with one hand, keeping the other on her towel.
"Open it," he bid her expectantly, and she did. Inside was a small silver anklet lying next to a matching bracelet.
"Uh...thanks," she said uncomfortably, gazing down at the gifts.
"Put it on, petite." She did. He reached out and grabbed her right hand. She cried out and started to reel back, but nothing happened. She looked inquisitively at her contributor, and he looked back with a grin. "Remy told you he'd find a way past yo' powers, chérie."
Author's Notes: Okay, semi-long. About as long as the last chapter. I ran out of ideas for this chapter. But I do have ideas for the next chapter.
As I have received more reviews than I expected for the story so far, I will respond to those who have reviewed for (my) "Chapter 2", FF.net's "3."
AngieX: Good suggestion. I'll keep that in mind for the next couple of chapters.
Buffy2004angel: Hope you liked this chapter, too. I'm assuming you support Buffy/Angel from BTVS?
Riah Yaps: I hope this chapter was interesting, too.
Rogue star: Here's your update! Glad you love the story.
Andi: Yep, I updated! And here's another one! Mwahaha!
Lil: After this gift I don't think she'll lay the smack down on him. But she might later. Haven't decided yet. And yes, the eyes win her over!
Wave maker: Here's chapter 4 for you! Sorry you had to wait for 3. I hate it when the site gets busy and won't let you read stories! I couldn't even read my reviews when I first got them 'cause it got busy again. Maybe it won't have that problem this time, eh?
White Tiger: Romy is the best kind of romance! Second is Rietro. Speaking of which, I've read some of yours.
Kurtfan5678: I agree that binging it would be a good idea, but there's only so long I can sit down and write. It's summer, so I plan to make an update a day, but I just can't wait to update. I binged the prologue and the first chapter, although that wasn't much to write. I'm hoping my chapters will be longer, maybe even mushier. =)
Kim-Kagome: You're still loving it? Great! Problem is, I went to the dentist today so I'm not allowed to have chocolate...but what are rules for if you can't bend, twist and break them?
Bunny angel: Oh, good. It's fun! It's fun to write, too.
Beth: In Chapter 2/3 Remy referred to himself in the third person. Rogue's a smart girl. She caught on. As of this chapter she knows his last name. She doesn't know his codename yet, though.
Lisboa Miraflores: What would a Rogue/Pyro story be called, anyway? Ryro? Pogue? Lol. Those sound pretty funny...I've got a story in which Pyro has a bigger part but it's him/OC. And while a relationship between him and Rogue is out of the question for this story, I might bring him back.
Ninjamonkey: Was there ever any doubt they were perfect for each other? They're the embodiment of romance, in my mind anyway.
Li: Is this lovely, long chapter worthy of approval? Hope so.
Rogue Worrior Spirit: Your wish is granted. Thanks for reading.
Lil' old me: Hope I'm keeping up the good work. That was a lot of dots in your review!
Cool-chick-Rae: I was hoping someone might find it a little funny. And in my version, it's boxers all the way!
Ishandahalf: More goodness is coming, buddy. I think you've reviewed all of my Evo fics. In fact, every romance Evo fic I read seems to have a review from you! Cool. Nice to know we both have great taste. ;) And yes, he has gorgeous eyes. It makes me wish I could find a guy with his eyes...and that the producers of the X-Men movies would produce a good Gambit!