"Put quite an impression on Wolvie, chere," Remy psyche told Rogue as she
closed the door to her room behind herself.
Rogue didn't answer to Remy's remark. She pushed the papers and books at the end of her bed off onto the floor, clearing a space to sit down. She put her head in her hands.
"Ah'm lying t' him an' he still trusts meh..." she mumbled guiltily.
"Ah.. he was just impressed by chere, an Remy of cou'se, but Wolvie doesn't know Gambit's dere..."
Rogue looked up at Remy. How could he do as if there was no problem? He was kind of stuck in a 'girl's body' who was about to go crazy and was soon going to have her period (meaning high stress and nervousness).
There was a knock on the window. Rogue and Remy turned around to see... Gambit at the windowsill. Rogue looked between them, unsure how to react, she had one here, inside, with who she was busy talking to and... one in a real body, outside.
Rogue lightly blushed remembering the previous night. She got up and opened the window. Gambit hoped down with a grin. Not waiting for Rogue's permission, he brought her close by pulling her by the waist, lowing his head to kiss her tenderly. Rogue did nothing to stop his hands wandering down her waist.
"Hey," Rogue finally managed to greet him between two breaths. Psyche Gambit disappeared to her relief, this was weird enough.
"Had fun, today, chere?" he asked smirking.
"Not really..." she started.
"Tutt, tutt. Don't lie t' Ol' Remy. Wasn't blowin' up a sentinel in an expensiv' car good 'nough fo' ya?" he asked with an innocent look.
Rogue had to grin. It'd been 'his' idea in the first place. "Ya right, had loads of fun."
"Remy follows de news, time t' time," he told her lowering his lips to her neck, kissing her flesh between his words. "Bucket head... is pretty happy, ...sayin' it... would show dem ... who was the strongest."
"Ah was in this shop," Rogue told him enjoying the attention he was giving to her neck. "An' dis 'lady' with 'somethin' stuck up her ass' told us t' leave, becaus' she knew we were mutants..." Her voice was raised angrily on the last words.
"Remy would have blown up de place," he said looking into her eyes once more. His face looked as worn as last time. "But chere got her vengeance," he added, a suspicious grin gracing his lips.
He unwounded his arm from Rogue's waist, grabbing something that had been thrown on a shelf. He brought it up for Rogue to identify it.
"Didn't know chere was in shoplifting!"
"Ya..." Rogue didn't finish, snatching the black top away, stuffing it in the near by open draw. She'd been shown on TV with that precise top, looking terribly... "Sexy," Remy psyche had put it.
He laughed, a clear joyful honey-dripping laugh. Rogue smiled warmly welcoming it, soothing the headache the propaganda news had given her earlier.
His face became serious. "Remy knows chere can't remembe 'at all'." He stressed the two last words
Rogue became cold, walking out of his embrace. She didn't dare look at him in the eyes...Why was the pleasure always so short?
"Gambit has just been informed that ya escape wasn't as successful as planned..."
Rogue listened attentively.
"Sinister did it on purpose, wiping ya memories lahke dat... He doesn't want chere t' reveal t' de X-men where he put de base." Remy advanced, putting his hand under Rogue's chin, forcing her to look up at him. "He hasn't finished with ya, chere."
"Remy," Rogue's voice was trembling. "What's the scar, down mah back?" She'd been dreading the truth, hiding from it. Rogue didn't really wanted to know, but she convinced herself that it might be less harsh if the truth came out of Remy...
"Scar?" he asked confused.
Rogue turned around from him. Breathing heavily, she lifted the back of her jumper up.
There was no visible reaction from Gambit. He didn't say anything. He just stood there, watching the curve of Rogue's back, the tight but supple white skin defining her curves. It was flawless, a pale expanse of soft skin. However, in the middle was a scar. Like a ravine in the middle of a meadow, it soiled the view, descending her back from the top of her neck down, stopping only at the line of her trousers.
Rogue was closing her eyes, keeping her breath in. This was shameful, undressing like this... Ok, it wasn't really undressing, but showing herself like that when she always tried to hide under layers of clothes...
Rogue felt Remy's palm caressing her back; she shuddered underneath the touch. It slowly followed her spine down. His other hand joined the first one, seizing her just above the hips from both sides. His thumb gently massaged the skin, but retreated to explore higher up. His hands grazed her shoulder blades and finally tugged down the jumper Rogue had been holding up. She let out a sight of relief; first: covering up made her less self- conscious. Second: this was 'really' the true Remy, he was tangible and 'authentic'.
"Ah promise dat Ah'll find out." Remy using 'I' was strange, but it re re- comforted Rogue, assuring her he would keep his word. "Just make a promise fo' Remy, chere. Run from him, dis tahme when he finds ya."
Rogue turned around and got up on the tip her toes to kiss him; he was taller than her. She didn't know why, but he seemed genuine, trusting him probably more than she did anyone else (except Logan maybe). He responded to her lips quickly, biting her lower lip lightly, pinching it playfully.
Rogue pulled away lightly. "How com' Ah can touch ya?"
"Chere be blinded by lov'?" he asked with a knowing gleam in his blazing eyes. [giant hint!]
Rogue sighted. "Can't mah lov' eve' be serious?" she asked, overdoing it dramatically on purpose.
"Dis not be se'ious enough?" he asked. To prove his point he claimed her mouth once more.
***
The phone rang, Logan picked up.
"Hya, Chuck. When ya're coming back down?" Logan had recognised the professor straight away by the way he breathed, or actually by the way he wheezed (he is an old man after all).
"Tomorrow, Logan. I've seen the news. How is Rogue? I've seen the news. I hope you were not too rash on her punishment."
"She's doing fine enough." Logan didn't really want to tell the old man his suspicious. Rogue was a good person over all, but all theses coincidences. "Ya know the report from Hank on the destroyed lab?"
"Yes," the professor calmly replied.
"Camera's caught the figure of a woman. She looked Asian and all, but... There were explosions, no? Before she was taken on tape: pink traces of kinetic power?"
"I see where your thoughts are going, my dear friend, but don't you think it's rather too early to make any hasty conclusions?"
"Rogue can use Gumbo's powers, ya know, the one with the trick card. An' got all the proof running on TV right now. Do you think she might be able to use her other powers?"
There was silence on the other side. "I see, please continue."
"Stripes couldn't have killed all those soldiers, of course. She's got some guts, but not that much..."
"Logan, I prefer discussing this with you tomorrow, face to face with a warm cup of hot chocolate in hand," the professor told his friend.
"'Course, Chuck. Tomorrow then."
"Yes, good night Logan."
"Good night t' ya, Chuck."
The line went dead and Logan put the receiver back down.
"Rogue..." he thought to himself. "I hope ya know what ya're doing, Kid."
****
Short chapter again, but quick update. This might clear up some confusion. The touch (hint that you'll understand if you've read last chapter), not the scar yet, but hey, HologramX, you're on your way to discovering! (of course I actually didn't know Remy had any implants, but a scientist like Sinister who respects the code of honour of villains just couldn't forget... It seemed obvious). It might have cleared up Logan a bit. He trusts Rogue, but he's still curious and would prefer clearing Rogue's name. "She couldn't have done it".
Liked the romyness? Tried to ease the tension.
Well the Reviews. Youah! Loved them!
HologramX: feel free to correct anytime. Sorry the text sometimes gets odd, I just start thinking in french and it just flows from that...
Rogue warrior Spirit: Update! Update! Update! Didn't think so soon, huh?
Chaos Cat: Break stuff? Don't worry, Rogue will be doing plenty of that!
Yumiko: have any of your questions been answered? Of course I didn't put everything in... I'm too evil for that! Grins*
Ishandalf: hope you'll LOVE remy!!!! Isn't he sweet enough here? Grins even more*
Winter Fire: do you think Remy is written well here? He has the annoying part Winter Fire: do you think Remy is written well here? He has the annoying part e he kind of makes fun of Rogue 'black top?' and of course he's still male... Makes rogue cheer up and can become all serious... Have I missed something?
I'm an angry Gumball: Update! Soon enough? I was just so inspired tonight when I came home.
Snitter in Rivendell: love your review as usual. Just another hint about what was going on in the 'month' exploding labs, normal they now send out sentinels in the open.
Unknown Source: for the confusion of Kurt grabbing Rogue, I re updated the 11th chapter. Kurt, like, grabs her top and then teleports. And here that black top appears again... Sh... Naughty Gambit!
Yeah! A fast update, don't you think it merits a review?
Rogue didn't answer to Remy's remark. She pushed the papers and books at the end of her bed off onto the floor, clearing a space to sit down. She put her head in her hands.
"Ah'm lying t' him an' he still trusts meh..." she mumbled guiltily.
"Ah.. he was just impressed by chere, an Remy of cou'se, but Wolvie doesn't know Gambit's dere..."
Rogue looked up at Remy. How could he do as if there was no problem? He was kind of stuck in a 'girl's body' who was about to go crazy and was soon going to have her period (meaning high stress and nervousness).
There was a knock on the window. Rogue and Remy turned around to see... Gambit at the windowsill. Rogue looked between them, unsure how to react, she had one here, inside, with who she was busy talking to and... one in a real body, outside.
Rogue lightly blushed remembering the previous night. She got up and opened the window. Gambit hoped down with a grin. Not waiting for Rogue's permission, he brought her close by pulling her by the waist, lowing his head to kiss her tenderly. Rogue did nothing to stop his hands wandering down her waist.
"Hey," Rogue finally managed to greet him between two breaths. Psyche Gambit disappeared to her relief, this was weird enough.
"Had fun, today, chere?" he asked smirking.
"Not really..." she started.
"Tutt, tutt. Don't lie t' Ol' Remy. Wasn't blowin' up a sentinel in an expensiv' car good 'nough fo' ya?" he asked with an innocent look.
Rogue had to grin. It'd been 'his' idea in the first place. "Ya right, had loads of fun."
"Remy follows de news, time t' time," he told her lowering his lips to her neck, kissing her flesh between his words. "Bucket head... is pretty happy, ...sayin' it... would show dem ... who was the strongest."
"Ah was in this shop," Rogue told him enjoying the attention he was giving to her neck. "An' dis 'lady' with 'somethin' stuck up her ass' told us t' leave, becaus' she knew we were mutants..." Her voice was raised angrily on the last words.
"Remy would have blown up de place," he said looking into her eyes once more. His face looked as worn as last time. "But chere got her vengeance," he added, a suspicious grin gracing his lips.
He unwounded his arm from Rogue's waist, grabbing something that had been thrown on a shelf. He brought it up for Rogue to identify it.
"Didn't know chere was in shoplifting!"
"Ya..." Rogue didn't finish, snatching the black top away, stuffing it in the near by open draw. She'd been shown on TV with that precise top, looking terribly... "Sexy," Remy psyche had put it.
He laughed, a clear joyful honey-dripping laugh. Rogue smiled warmly welcoming it, soothing the headache the propaganda news had given her earlier.
His face became serious. "Remy knows chere can't remembe 'at all'." He stressed the two last words
Rogue became cold, walking out of his embrace. She didn't dare look at him in the eyes...Why was the pleasure always so short?
"Gambit has just been informed that ya escape wasn't as successful as planned..."
Rogue listened attentively.
"Sinister did it on purpose, wiping ya memories lahke dat... He doesn't want chere t' reveal t' de X-men where he put de base." Remy advanced, putting his hand under Rogue's chin, forcing her to look up at him. "He hasn't finished with ya, chere."
"Remy," Rogue's voice was trembling. "What's the scar, down mah back?" She'd been dreading the truth, hiding from it. Rogue didn't really wanted to know, but she convinced herself that it might be less harsh if the truth came out of Remy...
"Scar?" he asked confused.
Rogue turned around from him. Breathing heavily, she lifted the back of her jumper up.
There was no visible reaction from Gambit. He didn't say anything. He just stood there, watching the curve of Rogue's back, the tight but supple white skin defining her curves. It was flawless, a pale expanse of soft skin. However, in the middle was a scar. Like a ravine in the middle of a meadow, it soiled the view, descending her back from the top of her neck down, stopping only at the line of her trousers.
Rogue was closing her eyes, keeping her breath in. This was shameful, undressing like this... Ok, it wasn't really undressing, but showing herself like that when she always tried to hide under layers of clothes...
Rogue felt Remy's palm caressing her back; she shuddered underneath the touch. It slowly followed her spine down. His other hand joined the first one, seizing her just above the hips from both sides. His thumb gently massaged the skin, but retreated to explore higher up. His hands grazed her shoulder blades and finally tugged down the jumper Rogue had been holding up. She let out a sight of relief; first: covering up made her less self- conscious. Second: this was 'really' the true Remy, he was tangible and 'authentic'.
"Ah promise dat Ah'll find out." Remy using 'I' was strange, but it re re- comforted Rogue, assuring her he would keep his word. "Just make a promise fo' Remy, chere. Run from him, dis tahme when he finds ya."
Rogue turned around and got up on the tip her toes to kiss him; he was taller than her. She didn't know why, but he seemed genuine, trusting him probably more than she did anyone else (except Logan maybe). He responded to her lips quickly, biting her lower lip lightly, pinching it playfully.
Rogue pulled away lightly. "How com' Ah can touch ya?"
"Chere be blinded by lov'?" he asked with a knowing gleam in his blazing eyes. [giant hint!]
Rogue sighted. "Can't mah lov' eve' be serious?" she asked, overdoing it dramatically on purpose.
"Dis not be se'ious enough?" he asked. To prove his point he claimed her mouth once more.
***
The phone rang, Logan picked up.
"Hya, Chuck. When ya're coming back down?" Logan had recognised the professor straight away by the way he breathed, or actually by the way he wheezed (he is an old man after all).
"Tomorrow, Logan. I've seen the news. How is Rogue? I've seen the news. I hope you were not too rash on her punishment."
"She's doing fine enough." Logan didn't really want to tell the old man his suspicious. Rogue was a good person over all, but all theses coincidences. "Ya know the report from Hank on the destroyed lab?"
"Yes," the professor calmly replied.
"Camera's caught the figure of a woman. She looked Asian and all, but... There were explosions, no? Before she was taken on tape: pink traces of kinetic power?"
"I see where your thoughts are going, my dear friend, but don't you think it's rather too early to make any hasty conclusions?"
"Rogue can use Gumbo's powers, ya know, the one with the trick card. An' got all the proof running on TV right now. Do you think she might be able to use her other powers?"
There was silence on the other side. "I see, please continue."
"Stripes couldn't have killed all those soldiers, of course. She's got some guts, but not that much..."
"Logan, I prefer discussing this with you tomorrow, face to face with a warm cup of hot chocolate in hand," the professor told his friend.
"'Course, Chuck. Tomorrow then."
"Yes, good night Logan."
"Good night t' ya, Chuck."
The line went dead and Logan put the receiver back down.
"Rogue..." he thought to himself. "I hope ya know what ya're doing, Kid."
****
Short chapter again, but quick update. This might clear up some confusion. The touch (hint that you'll understand if you've read last chapter), not the scar yet, but hey, HologramX, you're on your way to discovering! (of course I actually didn't know Remy had any implants, but a scientist like Sinister who respects the code of honour of villains just couldn't forget... It seemed obvious). It might have cleared up Logan a bit. He trusts Rogue, but he's still curious and would prefer clearing Rogue's name. "She couldn't have done it".
Liked the romyness? Tried to ease the tension.
Well the Reviews. Youah! Loved them!
HologramX: feel free to correct anytime. Sorry the text sometimes gets odd, I just start thinking in french and it just flows from that...
Rogue warrior Spirit: Update! Update! Update! Didn't think so soon, huh?
Chaos Cat: Break stuff? Don't worry, Rogue will be doing plenty of that!
Yumiko: have any of your questions been answered? Of course I didn't put everything in... I'm too evil for that! Grins*
Ishandalf: hope you'll LOVE remy!!!! Isn't he sweet enough here? Grins even more*
Winter Fire: do you think Remy is written well here? He has the annoying part Winter Fire: do you think Remy is written well here? He has the annoying part e he kind of makes fun of Rogue 'black top?' and of course he's still male... Makes rogue cheer up and can become all serious... Have I missed something?
I'm an angry Gumball: Update! Soon enough? I was just so inspired tonight when I came home.
Snitter in Rivendell: love your review as usual. Just another hint about what was going on in the 'month' exploding labs, normal they now send out sentinels in the open.
Unknown Source: for the confusion of Kurt grabbing Rogue, I re updated the 11th chapter. Kurt, like, grabs her top and then teleports. And here that black top appears again... Sh... Naughty Gambit!
Yeah! A fast update, don't you think it merits a review?