Author's Note- Sorry about the wait, I got in trouble with FFN. Apparently
they thought "Downfall" one of my Lancitty pieces was too explicit, so they
deleted it. If my account does get deleted but you still want to read my
stuff go to adultfanfiction.net, I have an account there too and I'll start
posting my stuff there.
Calliann- I repeat that your Romy story is one of the best that I've read. You are special ;)
DemonicGambit- Yeah, but the Belle part might, I'm not sure yet.
Leann- I don't go into the game too much but here ya go.
Ishandahalf- It wasn't quick but, as stated above, it wasn't my fault. Sorry.
Caliente- Remy was just being Remy and flirting, mostly to piss Pete off. Thanks for the review.
ValleyGurl101- You wrote the Kete and it was good. You need to write another (hint, hint).
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Poker
~*~
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
-Alanis Morissette
~*~
Pete and Remy walked into the room and sat down at the table with Logan. "First thing's first," Logan said. "Lose the jacket, Cajun."
Remy raised his eyebrows. "Pourquoi?"
"`Cause I know you always hide cards up those sleeves. Hell, I think that coat is equipped for that." Grinning unrepentantly, Remy shed his duster and hung it on the back of the chair as Logan began dealing. Remy and Pete both lit a cigarette seeing that Logan had one of his cigars out. Logan looked at Remy and raised an eyebrow sardonically. "How's Belladonna?"
Remy winced at that name before shaking his head. "Dat's history. After dat t'ing with Julien." He looked at the two men. "Remy t'inks dat dere was somethin' dere."
"That is just completely wrong," Pete said slowly.
"Dey weren't related by blood," Remy pointed out.
"Besides this *is* Louisiana we're talkin' `bout, runt" Logan grinned causing a laugh from Pete.
"Funny," Remy said glaring at the other man.
"You and the kid seem ta be getting close," Logan noticed of Pete halfway through the first game.
"Why is everyone so damn interested?" Pete asked rolling his eyes and thinking about the fact that both of the men seemed to be abnormally interested in his relationships.
"Because you, mon brave, need ta get laid," Remy told him with a bright smile. Pete merely glared at him.
"Not to agree with the Cajun but..."
Pete's eyebrows shot up at that. "You agree? Guys it ain't like I've been a choir boy."
"It don' count if y' pay for it," Remy pointed out with a wicked smirk.
"I swear, Lebeau," Pete growled, "you are five seconds from getting a hot knife stuffed up your-"
"Didn' know y' were into dat type of kinky stuff, chér. Remy don' t'ink de chat would like it..." he grinned suddenly. "Den again, y' know what they say about de quiet ones."
Logan glared at the Cajun over his cards. "If you don't go, Remy, you're going to get a claw in the same place."
"Remy hate ta tell you dis, boys, but Remy's not battin' for de other team yet. De minute Remy does he'll call ya."
"Go, Cajun!" Logan commanded. Rolling his eyes, Remy obeyed. "So, how'd this thing with Kitty happen?"
"Hell if I know," Pete said shrugging.
"You're leavin' soon, aren't you?"
"Me ticket's for next Monday."
"That a 'yes'?"
"I don't know, not much back there for me."
"You going to stay?"
"I'm thinking about, just for a while."
"SHIELD needs new agents," Logan told him.
"I've had enough of that life for quite a while," Pete said thinking about Ronsaphan.
"Just a thought," Logan took a drag off of his cigar. "SHIELD's a lot different, runt."
"I know," Pete said. "But still-"
"My friends, you really should not indulge in such a dangerous, disgusting habit," Hank said walking into the kitchen. "Do you know how many people are killed by smoking a year?"
"Bloody fascist," Pete muttered.
"Healing factor," Logan pointed out.
"Remy has ways around dat," Remy smiled.
"Don' give a damn," Pete said cheerfully.
"Very well," Hank said. "But I must request that you do not indulge in your addiction anywhere but here or outside, the lab's vents are connected to the other rooms on this level."
"Whatever," Pete said dismissively.
"Want ta join us?" Remy offered.
"My most hearty thanks for your impromptu suggestion but I'm afraid that must decline, for I still have much work to complete in my lab." Hank then made his exit. ***AN- writing Hank is so much fun:)***
"That man is a bloody walkin' thesaurus," Pete said.
"Yeah," Logan nodded. The guys returned to their game.
The next afternoon
"Ah did it!" Rogue exclaimed as she ran into the room the three girls shared. The two others looked at her.
"What?" Jubilee and Kitty said at the same time. Rogue reached out and took both of their hands.
"Ah have ta think about usin' mah powers ta make them work now, unless Ah feel threatened."
"Go Rogue!" Kitty cried happily.
"'Rogue, you have gained control of your powers what will you do now'?" Jubilee asked in an announcer's tone.
"Go tell a certain Cajun?" Kitty asked innocently.
"Kitty-"
"What?"
"Just... shut up." Kitty merely laughed and walked out.
"You should go for it," Jubilee told the Southerner. "He's cute." Jubilee then walked out herself. Rogue glared after both of them and sat down on her bed chewing on her lip thoughtfully. Even she had to admit that he was cute. But he was also arrogant and-
"Bonjour, chére," Remy smiled walking in and flopping down on her bed. She moved slightly away.
"Aren't ya scared Ah'll hurt you?" Rogue finally asked the question she had been wondering since he had begun flirting with her.
Remy smiled, sitting up. "Remy figures dis: life be short, non?"
"Ah guess."
"Den why not go after what y' want? Remy wants you."
She tried to hide the flush in her cheeks. "But if ya touch meh-"
His smile spread into a grin. "Ah but what a way to go."
She had to laugh even as she shook her head. "You are so-"
"Handsome, charmin'-"
"Annoyin'."
"Oh, now dat hurts, ma chérie."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Good."
Remy smiled at her leaning slightly closer. "Chére, if y' keep doin' dat de temptation will grow too strong."
"Temptation?" she asked obviously confused.
"Oui, de temptation ta taste dose lips of yers. Remy has wanted ta feel dose lips against his since Remy met y', ma chérie." Her cheeks flushed warmly and she looked down. "How long can y' control your powers?"
"Whah?"
"Ah really want ta kiss y', Rogue." Her eyebrows shot up at both his use of the first person and his use of her name.
"Ah..." she paused still looking down shyly. He reached out and cupped her chin in one of his gloved hands. "Remy?"
"Screw the consequences." He leaned further towards her and his lips found hers. She pulled away abruptly and stood walking out. "Wait!" She paused. "Rogue, Ah'm sorry. Dat was... apparently too fast."
"Ah just can't, Remy," she said. She walked away leaving a confused Remy behind. Kitty was walking in and saw Rogue walking away and Remy's expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Tell Remy somet'in', chat," Remy said. "Is Remy doing somet'in' wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"Remy *likes* de fille. An'... she's..."
"Difficult?"
"Cold."
"I know, Rem, but she does have some sort of feelings for you."
Remy raised one eyebrow. "An' you get dis idea from...?"
"The way she acts around you." If possible he grew even more confused. "She wouldn't use so much energy pushing you away if she didn't. Trust me."
Remy looked down at her and smirked. "An' how's Monsieur Wisdom?"
"Bye, Remy." She walked away. Remy leaned against the wall lazily.
Calliann- I repeat that your Romy story is one of the best that I've read. You are special ;)
DemonicGambit- Yeah, but the Belle part might, I'm not sure yet.
Leann- I don't go into the game too much but here ya go.
Ishandahalf- It wasn't quick but, as stated above, it wasn't my fault. Sorry.
Caliente- Remy was just being Remy and flirting, mostly to piss Pete off. Thanks for the review.
ValleyGurl101- You wrote the Kete and it was good. You need to write another (hint, hint).
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Poker
~*~
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
-Alanis Morissette
~*~
Pete and Remy walked into the room and sat down at the table with Logan. "First thing's first," Logan said. "Lose the jacket, Cajun."
Remy raised his eyebrows. "Pourquoi?"
"`Cause I know you always hide cards up those sleeves. Hell, I think that coat is equipped for that." Grinning unrepentantly, Remy shed his duster and hung it on the back of the chair as Logan began dealing. Remy and Pete both lit a cigarette seeing that Logan had one of his cigars out. Logan looked at Remy and raised an eyebrow sardonically. "How's Belladonna?"
Remy winced at that name before shaking his head. "Dat's history. After dat t'ing with Julien." He looked at the two men. "Remy t'inks dat dere was somethin' dere."
"That is just completely wrong," Pete said slowly.
"Dey weren't related by blood," Remy pointed out.
"Besides this *is* Louisiana we're talkin' `bout, runt" Logan grinned causing a laugh from Pete.
"Funny," Remy said glaring at the other man.
"You and the kid seem ta be getting close," Logan noticed of Pete halfway through the first game.
"Why is everyone so damn interested?" Pete asked rolling his eyes and thinking about the fact that both of the men seemed to be abnormally interested in his relationships.
"Because you, mon brave, need ta get laid," Remy told him with a bright smile. Pete merely glared at him.
"Not to agree with the Cajun but..."
Pete's eyebrows shot up at that. "You agree? Guys it ain't like I've been a choir boy."
"It don' count if y' pay for it," Remy pointed out with a wicked smirk.
"I swear, Lebeau," Pete growled, "you are five seconds from getting a hot knife stuffed up your-"
"Didn' know y' were into dat type of kinky stuff, chér. Remy don' t'ink de chat would like it..." he grinned suddenly. "Den again, y' know what they say about de quiet ones."
Logan glared at the Cajun over his cards. "If you don't go, Remy, you're going to get a claw in the same place."
"Remy hate ta tell you dis, boys, but Remy's not battin' for de other team yet. De minute Remy does he'll call ya."
"Go, Cajun!" Logan commanded. Rolling his eyes, Remy obeyed. "So, how'd this thing with Kitty happen?"
"Hell if I know," Pete said shrugging.
"You're leavin' soon, aren't you?"
"Me ticket's for next Monday."
"That a 'yes'?"
"I don't know, not much back there for me."
"You going to stay?"
"I'm thinking about, just for a while."
"SHIELD needs new agents," Logan told him.
"I've had enough of that life for quite a while," Pete said thinking about Ronsaphan.
"Just a thought," Logan took a drag off of his cigar. "SHIELD's a lot different, runt."
"I know," Pete said. "But still-"
"My friends, you really should not indulge in such a dangerous, disgusting habit," Hank said walking into the kitchen. "Do you know how many people are killed by smoking a year?"
"Bloody fascist," Pete muttered.
"Healing factor," Logan pointed out.
"Remy has ways around dat," Remy smiled.
"Don' give a damn," Pete said cheerfully.
"Very well," Hank said. "But I must request that you do not indulge in your addiction anywhere but here or outside, the lab's vents are connected to the other rooms on this level."
"Whatever," Pete said dismissively.
"Want ta join us?" Remy offered.
"My most hearty thanks for your impromptu suggestion but I'm afraid that must decline, for I still have much work to complete in my lab." Hank then made his exit. ***AN- writing Hank is so much fun:)***
"That man is a bloody walkin' thesaurus," Pete said.
"Yeah," Logan nodded. The guys returned to their game.
The next afternoon
"Ah did it!" Rogue exclaimed as she ran into the room the three girls shared. The two others looked at her.
"What?" Jubilee and Kitty said at the same time. Rogue reached out and took both of their hands.
"Ah have ta think about usin' mah powers ta make them work now, unless Ah feel threatened."
"Go Rogue!" Kitty cried happily.
"'Rogue, you have gained control of your powers what will you do now'?" Jubilee asked in an announcer's tone.
"Go tell a certain Cajun?" Kitty asked innocently.
"Kitty-"
"What?"
"Just... shut up." Kitty merely laughed and walked out.
"You should go for it," Jubilee told the Southerner. "He's cute." Jubilee then walked out herself. Rogue glared after both of them and sat down on her bed chewing on her lip thoughtfully. Even she had to admit that he was cute. But he was also arrogant and-
"Bonjour, chére," Remy smiled walking in and flopping down on her bed. She moved slightly away.
"Aren't ya scared Ah'll hurt you?" Rogue finally asked the question she had been wondering since he had begun flirting with her.
Remy smiled, sitting up. "Remy figures dis: life be short, non?"
"Ah guess."
"Den why not go after what y' want? Remy wants you."
She tried to hide the flush in her cheeks. "But if ya touch meh-"
His smile spread into a grin. "Ah but what a way to go."
She had to laugh even as she shook her head. "You are so-"
"Handsome, charmin'-"
"Annoyin'."
"Oh, now dat hurts, ma chérie."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Good."
Remy smiled at her leaning slightly closer. "Chére, if y' keep doin' dat de temptation will grow too strong."
"Temptation?" she asked obviously confused.
"Oui, de temptation ta taste dose lips of yers. Remy has wanted ta feel dose lips against his since Remy met y', ma chérie." Her cheeks flushed warmly and she looked down. "How long can y' control your powers?"
"Whah?"
"Ah really want ta kiss y', Rogue." Her eyebrows shot up at both his use of the first person and his use of her name.
"Ah..." she paused still looking down shyly. He reached out and cupped her chin in one of his gloved hands. "Remy?"
"Screw the consequences." He leaned further towards her and his lips found hers. She pulled away abruptly and stood walking out. "Wait!" She paused. "Rogue, Ah'm sorry. Dat was... apparently too fast."
"Ah just can't, Remy," she said. She walked away leaving a confused Remy behind. Kitty was walking in and saw Rogue walking away and Remy's expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Tell Remy somet'in', chat," Remy said. "Is Remy doing somet'in' wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"Remy *likes* de fille. An'... she's..."
"Difficult?"
"Cold."
"I know, Rem, but she does have some sort of feelings for you."
Remy raised one eyebrow. "An' you get dis idea from...?"
"The way she acts around you." If possible he grew even more confused. "She wouldn't use so much energy pushing you away if she didn't. Trust me."
Remy looked down at her and smirked. "An' how's Monsieur Wisdom?"
"Bye, Remy." She walked away. Remy leaned against the wall lazily.