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'Thoughts'

Matthew

Chapter Ten: Making Plans

Rogue grinned at her reflection as she wiped the steam from the fogged up bathroom mirror, Remy singing off key in the shower behind her. Life was perfect. Or at least as perfect as it could get in the madhouse that was the Xavier Institute. She rolled her eyes as he hit another note, purposefully off key, and began pulling her now shoulder length hair up into a two toned ponytail.

Sometimes she couldn't believe it had already been three months since her Remy had returned to her. Now if only they could have their Matthew back. She sighed and pushed that thought away for a moment. No sad thoughts today, she internally chided herself as she secured her hair behind her head. Her skin seemed to glow in a way it never had before, and she knew it had everything to do with the man behind her.

The water stopped and Remy stepped out from the shower behind her, water dripping from his well toned body (AN: Enjoy Ish!) and reached for the towel nearby and wrapped it easily around his waist. "Bonjour mon amore," he said huskily, winking at her in the mirror.

"Bonjour yerself Swamp Rat," she replied rolling her eyes at him. "Ya know it ain't nice ta skin cats lahke that," she teased as he came up behind her and wrapped his bare arms around her equally bare midriff.

He smirked as he watched her close her eyes, reveling in the feel of his skin against her own, with no ramifications from the contact. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "Dat's non nice p'tite," his smirk widened as his hand moved down her stomach, fingering the button on her jeans. He was so proud of her when she'd learned control, and he knew that no matter how proud he was, she was a million times more so. And as a reward for her newfound power, he made sure he touched her everyday. And of course, it came with the added bonus of driving Iceman insane. "Y' gonna have t' make it up to dis here Cajun now."

Rogue leaned back against him as a moan escaped her lips, her hand instinctively tangling in his long, damp hair, her other gripping the one over her abdomen. "And….how…am…Ah…gonna…do…that…" she groaned as he flipped her to face him, pulling her closer.

"Ah thi'k Ah can thi'k o' somethin'," Remy replied, claiming her lips with his own. Slowly his hands made it to her breasts and then down her sides, cupping her hips he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his abdomen, and he carried her to the bedroom, the towel falling off along the way.

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It was several hours later as Rogue lay in the bed, thoroughly spent as she watched Remy sleeping peacefully besides her. Slowly she brought a well-manicured hand up to his face and ran her nail down the bridge of his nose. "Rems…wake up," she whispered, dropping a feather light kiss on his lips.

As she began to pull away, Remy's eyes flashed open and he deepened the kiss before she could get too far. As it intensified he flipped her onto her back and moved over her as his hands began to roam. His lips began to travel as well, as Rogue let out a giggle.

"Rem's, as much as Ah'm lovin' this, and Ah am," she let out a little moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her throat. "Ah wanted ta talk ta ya about somethin."

"Now cherie?" Remy asked as he moved to the other side of her throat.

"Yeah now," reluctantly she pushed him away and looked deep into his red on black orbs, amazed that they turned her on even more than his old brown ones ever had.

"Okay p'tite," he moved to the side of her, looking deep into her eyes. "What be on y' mind?"

"Well, Ah was jus' thinkin', schools getting' out in a couple o' weeks, and things have been real slow around here lately. Ah just thought that maybe we could go somewhere for a while."

"Y' wan' go on vacation?" he asked, a suspicion growing in his gut.

"Or somethin'," she replied looking down at his hand, which had settled over her belly.

"Merde," he muttered, remembering what else was coming up.

"Ah wanna see 'im Rems," she continued in a soft voice. "At least where we put him. And Ah wanna see Tante Mattie and Mercy and Henri and the others again. Ah wanna go home."

Remy let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face. "Dat non' gon' be easy. Ah be a wanted man back dere, and non by de homme's in blue."

"Ah know," Rogue replied, letting out a sigh and looking towards the window. "Jus' forget about it then."

"Non!" Remy said firmly, catching her chin in his fingers and turning her face towards his. "Mon amore wants t' go t' N'awlins, den we go to N'awlins. We jus' need t' figure out how is all."

"We could talk ta the Professah. Maybe he could help us."

"Don't see how he could p'tite. But, Remy do know someone who be jus' as old and cent fois mo' powerful."

Rogue looked at him for a moment before her eyes lit up and he reached for the phone. "Oh! I wanna talk ta her too!"

"O course p'tite," Remy replied already dialing.

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"Bonjour?" a sweet old voice answered the phone.

"Dat anyway t' greet y' favorite garcon?"

"Remy Etienne LeBeau! Dat y' chil'?"

"But o' course!"

"It don' been t' long garcon! How be mah p'tite Rogue?"

"She be fahne, Tante Mattie, jus' fahne. She be de reason Ah be callin."

"Oh lward garcon! She ain't wit another bebe' already!"

"NON! Non lahke dat. Y' known what be comin' up, " he paused for a moment, looking at the hopeful girl at his side, her head resting on his chest as she looked up at him.

"Oui, Ah know. She be wantin' t' come see de p'tite?"

"Oui. How y' always know?"

"Ah always know what de deux o' y' be thinkin' boy," she chuckled softly. "Dat nevah change. Now, y' leave everythin' t' Tante Mattie chil'. She take care o' it all."

"Merci Tante."

"Thin' non o' it mon p'tite. Now, put dat fille on de phone."

"Oui madam," Remy grinned handing the phone to Rogue.

"Tante Mattie?" Rogue grinned into the phone.

"How y' chil'? How y' classes?"

"Fahne. Everythin's fahne. Jus' beh missin' home is all."

"Well y' non worry a thin' 'bout dat chil'. Ah'll take care o' everythin'. Now, y' beh keepin' dat boy o' mahne outta trouble?"

"As much as Ah can. Ya know how much trouble he can be."

"Oui," she chuckled. "But y' bon fer him. Y' non let de garcon git away wit non. Dat good fer him."

"Well Ah try."

"Now lis'en, Jean Luc be home soon. Ah got t' git ready. It be takin' care o' by de end o' de week, and dat be a promise."

"Merci Tante Mattie."

"Thin' non o' it p'tite, thin' non o' it. Now Ah got t' git goin'. Kiss dat boy fer meh and Ah see y' soon. J'taime t' de both o' y."

"J'taime aussi Tante. See ya soon." Rogue hung up the phone and looked up at Remy. "She said she'd have it all taken care of by the end of the week."

"Bon," Remy pulled Rogue closer to him, kissing the top of her head.

"Ya know, with all this good news, we should celebrate," Rogue mused, running circles over his chest with her finger tips.

"Y' read mon mahnd mon amore," Remy grinned letting his lips descend on hers.

Authors Note: Look, a slightly faster update! Happy dance! Okay, someone caught my math mistake in the last chapter. Apparently this is taking place in 2006 from how I've set up the story, so Matthew is 6. I'm reposting Chapter 9 with the correction. Sorry about that and thanks for pointing it out to me. (You know who you are and I thank you repeatedly for pointing it out.) Now take care y'all and NO FLAMES PLEASE.

Translations:

cent fois – hundred times