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Author's Notes: Here's another chapter. Like I said before, I have most of this fic typed out. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it got too long, so it's gonna be posted as a chapter fic. You'll see a further progression of Rogue and Remy's relationship. And as Ishandahalf said, it's fluff, but with substance. So I hope you enjoy.
On a side-note, the next chapter to A Mutated Existence is amost completely done, and I've planned out the next chapter to Underground Resistence X.
Shout Outs:
Ishandahalf: I always get so giddy when you review. You're one of the best ones out there. A big thanks goes out to you for always reviewing everything I've written so far. I'm glad you like the blend of substance with fluff. I totally wanted something to show fluffiness, but still with that beautiful torturing angst that they have. It really just started with me having to write out that first line from that last chapter. In fact, my poem, A Mutated Existence, and my another one shot I'm working on started out the same way. Only Underground Resistence X didn't. That was a pure idea at work. And I just felt like we all needed a nice happy ending, I started writing this in May, I think, when I first saw the now infamous preview of the possible Romy Marvel breakup, and I needed something to remedy my dissappointment. And of course there will be a happy ending, I can't write a sad ending to a Romy, that's like torture to me. So there will be no wedding crashers, ie, Belle making one of those statements at the why they shouldn't be married part, Sinister causing some mayhem, kidnappings, cold feet, running away, etc, etc...I loved the 'crazy swamp wench objects' part in your review, it made me laugh, but no, there will be none of those either, unless you count Mercy...although she's got no interest in Remy being his brother's husband, well in my fic, at least. Oh, I'm making you feel warm and fuzzy, well I got such comfort and fuzzy warmness from writing this, so I'm glad you feel it too...it makes me wanna go awww...thanks, you're such a sweetie. I just couldn't resist having Remy take a knife for Rogue, and isn't he just the most swoon worthy guy ever created? Too bad he's fictional...if only...well a girl can dream, that's for sure. So here's my first bunny on crackness update in a long time. ENJOY!
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Fluff is so incredibly necessary, especially in these dark times of Romy. Thanks for dropping a review, it was greatly appreciated! I'm glad that you like it.
Rogue14: Well, it looks like I've stunned two reviewers to wow, and thank you for the bribe, I mean review. It really means a lot.
SPECIAL WARNING: Oh yeah, and there's those nifty new hit counters...I see 145 or more hits and three reviews, so until you guys really review, I'm holding Chapter Three hostage, because as I've said before, I've got most of the story all typed out, I just need to post it...Well, I won't hold it hostage for too long...but I may, I don't know, do something bad and screwy to torture them really badly...okay, so I'd never do that...I just can't torture them too much, but I will withhold for awhile if there's no reviews...I know you guys have it in you to review my fics...like 'Underground Resistence X' and 'A Mutated Existence'...SO YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED...REVIEW OR ELSE!
CHAPTER TWO: AND SO IT CONTINUES...
A very flustered, very anxious, very pregnant Jean Grey burst into the room in which her friends were helping the bride prepare, escaping the chaos outside the secluded room. Even in her enlarged and moody state, she was still the wedding coordinator, whereas Kitty helped Rogue in her decisions and providing her unique brand of support and Ororo calmed her with her experience. Jean was still in sweats and had her hair in a messy pony tail having just made sure everything was at the locale and ready to be put together. The advantage with being more than seven months pregnant was that NO ONE wanted to ensue your wrath and did exactly what was told of them, a fact that Rogue most definitely exploited in making Jean bridesmaid and coordinator.
"Alright, Rogue," started Jean, her hair sticking up in a few places, "everything's here, and all that has to be done is the setting up which I put Scott and the rest of the boys in charge of it and Wanda's overseeing it. I'll be inspecting them later," she finished in a mischievous tone, clearly using her pregnancy to her advantage.
All the women laughed at that.
"You're quite tha wedding Nazi, Jean," said Rogue.
"And proud of it," exclaimed Jean proudly, earning even more laughter in the room.
"You've got Scottie on a leash and quaking in his boots," exclaimed Kitty.
Jean just smiled and raised an eyebrow suggestively, looking very evil with her slightly haggard appearance.
"Now, now, Jean," teased Ororo, "you mustn't use your power for evil purposes."
"Oh…But it's just soooo much fun," Jean mock pouted.
"Don't we all know it, hon," said Rogue.
"Piotr's so jittery right now, because he knows I'll want all this too," laughed Kitty about her boyfriend Piotr Rasputin who'd become her fiancé, when he proposed to her one month prior.
"I feel sorry for him, knowing your expectations," laughed Ororo, very much enjoying the atmosphere in the room.
"Hey, Jean," started Kitty, "you'd better get showered and ready. We still have to do your hair and oh….my hair, and Ororo's makeup and hair…We're running out of time!"
"Whoa, whoa, Kitty, don't worry, we've still got plenty of time," said Jean, but she took off her sweatshirt and made her way over to the bathroom in the room to take a shower and wash her hair.
"It's alraght, Kit, Ah'm sure everything will go just fahne," said Rogue.
"How is it that the bride is so calm?" questioned Kitty.
"It's all on tha outside, Kit," said Rogue, "on tha inside, Ah feel that Ah can just erupt at any moment and Ah'm just so anxious and excited at tha same time." She gave a happy smile to her friends, and family.
"Well, let's just smooth this down," said Ororo as she readjusted Rogue's dress and smoothed it. It was pure white with a beaded bodice that had draped folds on it above a sort of corset that had roses embroidered in. The elegant gown was held up by several thin spaghetti straps and had a huge luxurious skirt that flowed in silky fabric, layered by a beaded shear fabric and lace over top of it, and several folds and layers as well. White satin ribbons hung from her corset top and danced around the skirt. It also had an extremely long train that trailed behind the floor length gown. A beautiful piece of lace hung from her back attached to the top of the gown behind the area where the straps disappeared and floated slightly on the train. In that restless moment, Rogue remembered the moment she completely knew she was in love with Remy LeBeau.
He'd just rescued her from the prison that had enclosed her for many weeks. He body was so weak and all the fight was gone in the body, her spirit was weakened. Remy had taken a knife that had been for her, and the sharp edge had slashed his abdomen deeply and made him bleed and his selflessness for her did not end there. She remembered when the ceiling finally fell in and collapsed on them and he sheltered her from the crumbling building with his already battle beaten body, taking the pain for her even though she knew he'd already taken enough in the weeks before her rescue and during. It was then she knew for sure that she loved him, and that she trusted him completely, despite all the secrets he still withheld from her and she knew he was the same way towards her and that her secrets wouldn't keep him away. When the dust cleared, she saw that they were in a small pocket created by the cave in and that several of the larger pieces had fallen on top of Remy and that he was in enormous pain, but seemed to be suppressing it, as always.
She got up, her sore body straining from the effort, pain reemitting from her wounds both old and new due to the battle. She weakly pushed the debris off him, flipped him over and lay on top of him, minding his wounds, holding him close just as he did with her and hoped that they'd see the light of day that she'd been deprived for so long and that they'd live. It was there that they confessed their growing feelings for each other and agreed if they lived, they'd start a relationship. All their walls crumbled for each other then, and they talked of life, of their hopes and dreams. She had never felt so connected to him, to anyone, in that moment and he too felt that. It was true and not to explore it was to be fatal.
It was Logan, Kitty and Kurt who eventually saved them from beneath the rubble, breathless and urgent. They were so relieved to see that they'd survived. It was then that Rogue laid her eyes on the light that had been eclipsed in her darkness and saw her family and friends for the first time, outside of John, Piotr, Ray, Jubilee, Bobby, Rahne and Betsy who'd been captured too. Scott and Jean were tirelessly overseeing the rescue and evacuation of the base, pulling people out and helping move the weakened members to the jet along with Tabby, Amara, Sam, Roberto, Evan, Alex, Sarah (X23), Danielle and Warren. Storm and Charles was directing people in the jet and Hank was attending to the wounded. Many other mutants that had been captured were helped into the X-jet as well, some of them Remy and the others had met during their travels.
Remy's longtime friends from New Orleans, Tessa and Lucas, or Sage and Bishop, also members of the Thieves Guild had also been taken and in their harrowing situation, they had quickly become friends. (A little homage to Black Queen, I suppose. I always liked the idea of having those two in the story and I just loved their roles and interactions with Rogue and Remy in that fic and I just love that Remy had other mutants to surround himself with, growing up) Several members of the Brotherhood had been taken as well, namely Wanda and Lance and she had become close to them in their time at the base as well. In the capture and trials that followed, Magneto and Mystique had reformed, due to the fact that their children had been taken away, and they had began to see the errors in their ways from their time with Apocalypse. Thus, teaming up with the X-Men to save their children was them finally putting to action what they knew was right and really following their road to redemption. She, Kurt, Wanda and Pietro would eventually build a strong relationship with their parents and the Brotherhood, X-Men and Acolytes joined forces afterwards, however, the clashes and torture were not without casualties, Sabertooth and Toad would be lost to testing on his mutation and Blob would die on the battlefield on one of the missions used to distract them from finding their friends.
Afterwards, she remembered how scared she felt for him, she knew that she'd be fine, even though her injuries felt otherwise, but she was so afraid that Remy wouldn't make it. He had lost so much blood and he was extremely severely injured. He had taken the brunt of the debris from the cave in, not to mention the giant slash wounds and other injuries he had taken during the combat. She couldn't bare the thought of losing him, just when their relationship was about to actually get somewhere, and she had finally admitted to herself that she loved him a great deal. She knew that he cared about her, and that he would do anything for her, and she couldn't bare the thought of losing that in him. They had come through great strides to get where they were and it would be heartbreaking to have it gone. He was the first that broke all her barriers, that trusted her so completely, that gave her his heart, that comforted her and gave her hope, that understood her, and made her want to try harder to change her state of depression and helplessness at life and her powers.
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Remy pulled on his jacket, trying to calm his excited nerves, tucking his cards into his pocket for luck. The jacket matched his pants, but was just the deep red and accentuated his tall height by reaching to almost his knees. He buttoned the jacket and looked at those surrounding him; both Kurt and Logan were finally dressed.
"Vell, comrade, I've never zeen youss so nervous," chuckled Piotr, upon entering the room where the groom and his men were getting ready, along with John.
"Me neither, mate, and that's definitelah saying something," added John, in his Australian accented voice.
All in the room laughed at Remy's expense, he gave them all a menacing glare with his glowing red eyes, which only sent the men into further laughter.
"Hey, hommes, I'm getting' married t'day," defended Remy with a smirk.
"So how does it feel to be giving up the bachelor life, Cajun?" asked Logan as he slapped his Cajun friend hard on the back.
"Pretty good, it's Rogue we're talkin' about here. She's mon chere et mon couer," explained Remy.
"Good answer, Freund I'm telling Rogue," answered her dutiful brother, Kurt.
"It's so sickly sweet," said John, "Oy'm glad Oy'm noyt loyke that."
"Dat's just because Wanda would hex you t' de wall if y' did dat in public," said Remy.
"That's very true," said John without thinking, earning a hearty chuckle from everyone, "Hey!"
"It's good to zee zhat youss are happy, comrade, and congratulations," said Piotr warmly. He'd done all the art that decorated the wedding area. It was simply marvelous and really the most beautiful art many had ever seen.
"T'anks, homme," said Remy smiling at his friend, who'd been with him throughout the worst of times with Magneto along with John.
"Yeah, mate," started John, "It's good ta see that ya found ya self a good little Sheila that reallah loves ya."
"T'anks," repeated Remy.
"Well, this emotional crap is starting to fester…" said the Wolverine, always the tough one. Everyone laughed.
"But seriously, Gumbo, you do anything to hurt her—"started Wolverine.
"…And you'll hurt me. Homme, I know. Y've said it enough over de years," replied Remy, rubbing the back of his neck, meekly.
"Well, bub, Rogue's like a daughter to me," he said quietly.
"Aww, it's zo zweet," exclaimed Kurt, "I'm telling everyone zhat."
"I might just gut you yet, Elf," rebutted the Wolverine.
"Is oyt just moy, or did tha Wolvarine get emotional, mates?" asked John.
"Nope, John, zhe rumors were false, zhe Volverine, does get emotional," teased Piotr.
"I can slice all you six ways from Sunday, bubs," smirked Logan.
"Well…" they all began:
"Teleportor."
"Thief and I can make bombs out of anyt'ing."
"Metallic skin."
"Foyre manipulation."
"Extra Danger Room sessions," smirked Logan.
All the men in the room groaned, causing Logan to chuckle in an 'I win' type fashion.
It was then that Remy remembered all the times that Rogue's almost self-proclaimed father threatened his health if he hurt her at all. It reminded him of when they first started getting closer, and he started somewhat trying to intimidate him, but per usual, that stuff just didn't faze him, and he suspected it was one of the things about him that bothered the feral mutant more than his involvement with his self-dubbed Stripes. Their first date, he'd pinned him against the wall and brought his claws centimeters from his throat, just about to sever his wind pipe and kill him. Although he had to deal with Logan's protectiveness of Rogue, he always knew that Logan loved her like a daughter and that he also liked him very much, too, although he'd never admit it to his face, he was like that with everyone at the Institute. The students were like his kids, and he was the tough love dad. He may seem gruff and cold, but everyone knew he was a softie and loved them all very much. He had a sneaking suspicion that the Wolverine liked him as he was the only one able to keep up with his drinking, they both had a thing about their Harleys, not to mention he respected Remy and he was one of the few at the Institute that Logan could stand for long periods, because he, like himself, was not totally straight laced.
He remembered when he woke up to see her in the infirmary. She'd been so relieved to see him awake, and he had been so relieved to see her again. It was there that they reaffirmed their feelings for each other, and that he asked her out, in a hospital gown, all bandaged up, hooked up to monitors and totally vulnerable. She too had been staying in the infirmary and had snuck from her room to see him. Rogue had agreed and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. The best kiss he'd ever had, in his opinion. It was just something about her and that kiss that she'd actually risk her personal comfort and security for him and that gesture left him feeling all the passion that he knew she felt for him and he felt that he could fly. Even though it would be sometime before the date occurred, neither of them really minded at that moment and she spent the rest of the night in his arms. It was the best sleep that either of them had in ages.
When they were finally well enough, they took to walking around the Institute's grounds in their recovery and one of the most special places that they found was a hidden glade in a cliff surrounded by trees overlooking the Institute that gave a spectacular view of the land that surrounded the Institute, the mountains blanketed in trees which protected the valley in which the Institute was situated along with a few hills, the lake than ran from the rivers that flowed down the mountains to the left, the last bit of freshwater before the ocean that stretched to the right below another cliff and the beaches, with it's sometimes violent, sometimes calming, but always beautiful water. No one had ever found that exact spot, and it had always remained theirs, they never shared it with anyone else.
Remy remembered the day they finalized their plans for the date. The X-Men finally had time to relax after their catastrophe was finished and done with. They had a period of calm where they didn't have to deal with the pain of mutant hating, riots, and the finished disaster they dealt with. It was times like this that they all relished and were able to feel normal. The two of them had gotten much closer in the time since Rogue's rescue. He walked into her room to find her reading one of her favorite books, Sabriel (awesome book, totally recommend), totally engrossed, so he took the opportunity to sneak up on her and tickle her sides, to which she immediately flinched, burst out laughing, writhe, squirm at his touch and drop her book, begging him to stop to which he amusedly refused. Soon, she started tickling him back and an all out war ensued. It was times like this that they loved; it proved their trust in each other.
Remy eventually got her pinned down, to which she stuck her tongue out at him in protest. She always showed him a side of her that no one else saw and he was grateful for that; it made him feel special. He then kissed her quickly on the forehead, sending him his feelings for her and making her smile up at him with what he felt for her reflected back in her expressive emerald eyes. He then lay beside her, wrapping an arm around her and held her close to him, brushing a loose strand of pearly white hair, he asked her to be ready by seven for their date. She gave him a beautiful grin and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder saying that she wouldn't miss it for the world. (I love fluffy Romyness, the little things really show how much they progress and trust each other…sorta the stuff I'll write eventually for A Mutated Existence, so don't fret, just be patient.)
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"Sage, Ah'm so glad that ya finahlah here. Is everyone else here that needs to set up tha things?" asked Rogue of one of her other bridesmaids, Tessa, or Sage as she was usually called, as she burst through the room.
"Yes, they are, and Wanda has it all under control, but frankly, I believe that they're all afraid of her," she said with a smile, "and everything shall be completed and ready in 93 minutes, to be precise," she finished with her analytical brain.
"Thanks, hon, you're great, and ya bought tha breakfast. Yah'd bettah get ready before Kit here has another aneurism," said Rogue causing Sage to laugh and prepared to get Ororo to help her with her hair and makeup and also setting down a large container of Timbits and Iced Cappuccinos. (The best kind of Doughnuts and iced coffee…from Tim Hortons, in Canada…so good and so many different varieties in one little box…)
"You're welcome, Rogue, and I just had to get away from Wanda. She's starting to scare me, as well as Lucas and John ran away to get dressed in his self-proclaimed penguin made straight jacket," she said, causing all of them to laugh except Kitty, who looked annoyed.
"I did not have an aneurism," defended Kitty to the bride.
"Of course ya didn't," teased her friend sarcastically, causing Kitty to stick out her tongue at her and 'accidentally' poke her with a pin from helping smooth and make sure the dress looked perfect for her.
Rogue jumped and glared at her maid of honor who gave her a 'ha' look.
Ororo decided to be the peacemaker and put a stop to this before it got out of hand, "Now, now you two, we'd better eat some breakfast and get ready, or we'll be late and that'll be bad, especially for Rogue's wedding."
Kitty squealed and got back to work, causing Rogue to laugh and Kitty told her, "we best put a robe over the dress when you eat, so you won't get crumbs on your dress."
"Thanks, Kit," said Rogue as Kitty helped put on her robe and as she reached for some Timbits.
This hectic chaos of the various women pampering her to perfection and beauty reminded the Southern beauty all too well of her first date with Remy, which had been one of her most cherished memories with him. Kitty, Tessa, and Wanda who had been her best friends during her teenage years at the Institute, helped her prepare for her big date. Jean, to whom Rogue had always seen as a friend through their differences, was going on a date with Scott, so therefore unavailable, but she did send encouraging messages with her telepathy. She and Rogue had always been like sisters, they loved each other, but had disputes, but however bad, they'd always care for each other and help their family together when in need. Kitty, the most fashion savvy of the bunch had helped her pick out outfits, and Wanda had been the enforcer to prevent Kitty from picking something heinous and defending Rogue's style which was similar to her own, while Tessa analyzed each outfit for awe value that would be met when Remy saw her. It was a truly lethal combination that Rogue would use on Remy.
In the end, they all settled on a thick strapped black ribbed tank top with a white gothic design on it, with a black sheer off the shoulder three quarter length sleeve top that went over top of it. This was paired with a long full and flowing deep purple skirt that went past mid calf with fishnet stockings and a pair of red and black Converse high tops. She also wore a studded collar, black arm warm wrappings that stopped at her forearms and wrapped between her thumb and index finger, black lace gloves, studded wrist cuffs and a loose studded black belt that was slung low on her hips. They'd done her makeup quite minimal with a thin line of black eyeliner on her lower lids and purple eye shadow just on her top lids, with mascara and clear lip gloss. Her naturally wavy hair had been grown out, so it was left to curl naturally, instead of the straightness that she usually got with a blow-dryer and flat iron. She had thanked all of them gratefully for their help, before she pulled on an emerald green jacket that was fashioned to look like a jean jacket. She smiled and could also recall seeing the girls sneak off to hide in the banister of the stairs to see hers and Remy's reactions to their first sighting of each other. She turned down the hallway and made her way to the stair case in the main hall. (Imagine the description of the house I have in my other fic)
Which ended up being priceless, as Rogue descended the stairs, her eyes took in a handsomely dressed Cajun who took in the equally beautiful Southerner. Remy looked gorgeous with his typically tousled coppery auburn locks trench coat. He wore a deep red wife beater with a black ace of spades on it that showed off his nicely toned torso and a black open zip up hoodie on over top. A chain from the thieves guild was around his neck and he wore a pair of worn blue jeans that had a few frayed areas and holes at the knees that were just stylish in a way only he could pull off. He wore a pair of black fingerless riding gloves with wrist cuffs, a studded leather belt and had a pair of chunky biker boots on that had the ends of his jeans stuffed in. They seemed to devour each other with their gazes and both were stunned equally speechless by the other, with eyes that locked and never left the other's stare. The others stared on excitedly in seemingly hidden positions observing what many had seen from Day 1, that the two Southerners were just too stubborn and angst ridden to start. When they finally broke from their respective reveries, they held hands and Remy lead her out the door to the quickest route to the garage as opposed to walking to the indoor entrance in the mansion.
She remembered mounting his bike after him, like so many times before, but this time actually wrapping her arms around his waist. She had learned to enjoy physical contact, no matter how limited with him. She liked being close to him, it was then that all the voices in her head faded to the background and she could feel truly like herself. His body had felt tantalizingly hard underneath her hands and she laid her helmeted head on his strong back as he sped off into the night, relishing in their closeness on the machine that was Remy's ever faithful steed onto one of her most truly wonderful nights.
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"So, mate," started John facing Piotr, "Why are ya hiding from ya Shiela?"
"I am doing no zuch thing, comrade," replied Piotr indignantly.
"Royght, and the reason why ya handed tha plant tha blue doctah and hid behind tha pillar, was to inspect the support system of the hall," replied John.
"Umm…" replied Piotr speechless as the men in the room laughed at his minor misfortune.
"Ah, so Keety is in vedding vish list mode and taking notes for your own and having expectations zhat are scaring you, Ja?" analyzed Kurt.
"Uh, yes," admitted Piotr, earning yet another round of laughs from the men.
Luckily, Piotr was saved when Lucas burst into the room and slammed the door behind him.
"Vhat happened?" asked Kurt.
Lucas had a crazed look in his face and began to point shakily at Pyro, shouting, "Y-Y-Your girlfriend is insane!"
John put on a crazed smile as his eyes glazed over in happiness and he said dreamily, "That moy Sheila is."
The rest of the males shared a look of understanding then burst out laughing.
"Y' poor, poor man. Homme, you've faced de horrors of m' cousins, but you're brought down by Wanda. I never thought I'd see de day dat de great Lucas Bishop would be scared out o' his wits. Kurt, Piotr, pray with me for the world is ending," teased Remy as he Kurt and Piotr all launched into the prayer position with closed eyes and clasped hands, making John and Wolverine laugh at his misfortune.
"It's not a laughing matter. If you had to deal with what I did, you'd have run too," he defended. Piotr and Kurt looked at each other and shrugged.
"Youss should probably be getting dressed, comrade," suggested Piotr.
Lucas sighed and muttered something about never being able to understand these people as he walked over to pick up his suit and get dressed, but not before going to the bathroom to clean up. John and Piotr were in various stages of getting dressed and Kurt, Logan and Remy were almost ready.
Remy sighed and shook his head at his friend's antics as he went over to comb his hair into place with a bit of gel as well. As he was combing his hair, he started to remember his first date with Rogue, one of the only times, he's been nervous before a girl, but then, Rogue was the only one to make him feel like that, so he knew they were meant to be. She made him feel things that he'd never felt with another woman, which was exactly what happened when she laid her head down on his back and wrapped her arms around his waist as they sped down the roads on his Harley. He went fast as always, enjoying the ride more, purely because she was near. After a while, they neared a small Southern restaurant on the edge of Bayville that Remy had found on one of his many late night rides when he needed to escape Magneto for awhile.
The atmosphere had been warm and comforting and had instantly reminded Rogue of her home in Mississippi, much like it reminded Remy of his home. There, they settled into a delicious dinner and delightful conversation and bantering, before Remy paid the bill and drove them off to a movie theatre for a nice movie that had everything they liked in it, witty remarks and one liners, humor, action, suspense, drama, romance, a tad of horror and some mystery to it, plus a message to really make you think. A perfect movie for the southern couple and had been a must-see of the critics. They had conversed lightly, sharing all their opinions on different parts of the movie quietly and shared a large bucket of popcorn keeping each other close in the other's arms in the magical dark of the cinema. They had talked and laughed as they left the theatre to approach Remy's bike, and both had decided they had energy to burn from the movie and decided to take a detour and go for some dancing. So Remy took her on his bike and swept her off to one of his favorite clubs in the city.
The club had a hot, sultry, seductive atmosphere with dark walls with graffiti and other designs, and reflective and glowing décor with dark rich furniture and hanging fabric. A large bar was to one wall, while tables for resting, drinking and eating surrounded the dance floor with plush chairs and thick carpeting, where many waiters would walk past. It was definitely their kind of place. It was definitely not the urban mass clubs that ruled New York City dance scenes. It was classy, with a slight Gothic feel, but enough influences to make it liked by most everyone. It played mostly hard rock that you could dance to, some industrial music, European dance music, like Jamiroquai and a little R&B, rap and pop. A DJ would also scratch.
They found an empty spot on the floor, and soon began to move to the music. Remy had to admit that he was mesmerized as he watched her dance. She was so free and beautiful. When she moved, she moved with a grace like ballerina, unlike the trashy moves of many clubbers. She'd close her eyes and become one with the music. In that moment, he knew that she was free, when she danced, she released all her frustrations, so that they disappeared completely from her mind for awhile and showed him the side of Rogue where she was completely real, something he had grown to know in the past weeks and he was honored that she'd share it with him. Her body could feel the music, and his hands at her hips, feeling the music with her in that moment. She felt so close to him as his body moved close to hers, in an intimate dance where their eyes locked and never looked away. She could feel all that he expressed through his eyes and knew he could read her eyes in return. They could speak without words. In that moment, he knew that her issues of touch were gone, and she was liberated to be with him, even for the short time. He could feel that she was enjoying herself, just as much as he was, and she put her hands on his chest, pulling herself closer to him. She had been surprised to see that Remy liked to be free and dance as much as she did, and had to say, that compared to most boys, he was one of the few who was actually good at dancing and flaunted it.
When the pace slowed, he pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck and they'd sway to the sultry slow songs that they played. They only took one rest, where they sat and got drinks, talking and laughing at random things and the odd dancers before them. She was pretty sure that they could've danced all night, but it was getting late, and they had to be within range of the Institute by 2am, for curfew as it was a holiday. However, as they began to leave about a half hour before they had to meet curfew, they knew that they wanted to stay together longer. So he lengthened the ride back as long as he could, speeding down the back roads of Bayville that would lead to the Institute that he had traveled often in his time there, speeding down the roads, never stopping, like if he did, the moment would all end.
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Amada Sefton came into the room in which Rogue and her various bridesmaids were getting ready, watching the scene unfold, in which her good friend, and beloved boyfriend's sister was getting married to her soul-mate, in her opinion. She'd never seen two people who were meant for each other more than Gambit and Rogue, even more so than Scott and Jean. Even in the infancy of their relationship, she could always sense that they were meant to be, that in their eyes, there was always something more behind them. She watched in delight, the chaos of preparation. Jean, in her bathrobe, clutching her pregnant belly, was blow drying her hair with some assistance from a now dressed Sage who still needed her hair and make up to be done. Kitty, Ororo and Rogue were taking a breakfast break in their robes to avoid crumbs and chatting amicably. Even though she was not a mutant, she had always felt more familiarity and friendship with them than normal humans, they were the most welcoming people that she knew and she had grown close to all of them.
"Hey guys," she greeted and was replied with the various greetings of the women.
"Ah'm glad ya here, now, Amanda, you can help us deter Kitty from freaking out any more over our schedule, and Ah'm the bride. Ah almost feel upstaged," she teased with a laugh. Kitty just shook her head as Amanda grinned at the two friends' interaction with each other.
"I already got cleaned up at home, so all I have to do is get dressed and then I can help with anything you need," offered Amanda. She had many relatives and knew the stress of a wedding well.
"Thanks, Amanda, yah're a dear," replied Rogue, finishing her breakfast and Kitty prepared to touch up her makeup.
"Bonjour, chere, how are you?" exclaimed the joyous voice of her love's sister in law, Mercy LeBeau as she too entered the room with her equally jovial husband, Henri.
"Very well," said Rogue with a grin. She loved the older woman's company and the two of them were good friends, despite her residence in New Orleans.
"I see dat de bride is doing well. Remy will be pleased," addressed Henri to his future sister in law.
"Yes, she is, and of course he will," she replied with a cheeky grin, "and ya bettah naught give him the details of my dress, when he asks you."
"Of course, Rogue, what kind of man d'y' take m' for?" asked Henri, looking mock injured.
"Oh stop it," said Mercy, with a playful slap and smile to her husband's arm, "Y'd better go to Remy and get ready, before de boy gets too excited and decides to take matters into his own hands, and possibly ruin de wedding.
"Alright, I'll see you later," replied Henri, as he kissed her lips briefly and went to see his brother.
"Well, chere, I'm all yours now, we left our son with his grandfat'er," said Mercy.
"Great, ya can help us with making sure Kitty doesn't spontaneously combust with excitement," said Rogue to which everyone chuckled, except Kitty who sent Rogue a slight glare.
"Y' look so happy," said Mercy with a sigh, "like when I got married…"
"Ah am, hon," replied Rogue almost dreamily.
"It's so amazing to be married, Rogue," started Jean, "you and Remy really deserve each other and you'll be really happy. I can just sense it."
"Thank ya," said Rogue.
"You guys are truly meant to be," said Kitty with a warm smile.
"It's obvious too," said Amanda, "Your eyes were such an indication. They're exact opposites, red and green with black and white. It's like fate."
"It really feels lahke that," said Rogue happily.
"You'll never lose the feeling of love with the one you love most in the world, who's meant for you," Said Ororo sagely, speaking of her marriage to Logan some five years before, "and I always see it with you two."
"Hmm…I've never seen a pair so obviously meant to be," said Sage.
"Even with you and Lucas," teased Mercy, causing a slight blush to the collected Tessa.
"We should get ready," said Tessa trying to avert attention from her, a bit unsuccessfully as all the women laughed lightly at her.
Rogue started to remember her favorite part of her first date with Remy in remembering all that led them down the road to them finding their love was true and strong, more powerful than they ever could have imagined. They had been speeding down the back roads in Bayville, both of them wanting this night to never end, however, knowing it was inevitable. So they decided to make one stop before making it back to the Institute. Remy drove until he reached a particular section in the woods, driving into the bush for awhile off the roads, finally stopping at a small clearing. Then, he took Rogue for a brief stroll until they reached their special spot. It was simply stunning at night. The stars were out, like shining fireflies, against the dark midnight blue-navy sky with the deep purple clouds swirling in the night dark, with the full moon cascading its silver light in the darkened landscape. The land stretched before them, mysteriously hidden in the darkness. The blackish water shimmered from the lakes and the rivers leading to the water fall pouring into the endless mystical ocean. The mountains with their stony physique guarded the Institute situated below it, a few yellow lights penetrating the darkness. The trees and grass looked huddled and hid their secrets to the world.
They stayed there for another hour, wrapped in each other's warmth, staring out, not really talking, and just enjoying their respective company. They would share a few whispers every now and then about their date. It had gone perfectly. They had some of the most fun they'd had in ages. In each other's company, they could always shed who they had to be, and become who they really were and find happiness in themselves that only the other could provide. When it became clear that they had to leave, Remy helped her mount back on his bike and they rode back to the Institute regretfully.
Stalking sneakily to the upper levels, after silently parking his bike, they were met by a slightly miffed Wolverine, who was trying to hide his amusement towards them, if not for his superior sense of smell, the couple would have been spared a half-hearted lecture on the importance of following instructions and not bending the rules for personal gain, although, he let them off without too much of a punishment, just a sharp tongue lashing. She remembered laughing as they went upstairs, walking to her shared room. He twirling her in his arms, as he led her to her door, saying a sweet goodbye and promising to go out again, holding her close, and whispering goodnight, but not before kissing the top of her head affectionately and winking to her, then stalking off as she let go of his hand and opened her door, to find an anxious Kitty pretending to be asleep, only to wake promptly and ask for the details of their date, to which she happily told to her best friend.
He was the most amazing and wonderful person she'd ever met. He was so many different things, a collection of oxymorons, but his true self was kind, caring and warm. He could see through her, see all her secrets in his gaze and she could see it in him. The feelings he sent her with a look, was just as much as a kiss ever would. However, she still longed to feel his lips caress her own. She was haunted by the reminders that they were so held back by her touch, but being without him would hurt more.
Like I said before, I'm holding Chapter Three hostage until you guys review...but I hoped you've enjoyed the fluffiness. And you can also be sweet and read and or review my other fics too. And remember, I can hold out for quite awhile, as this was a one shot that I broke up into chapters due to it's length.
UP NEXT: CHAPTER THREE: AND SO IT THICKENS: Even more wedding hoopla, guests and memories from Rogue and Remy.
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