The Road to Forever

by simba317

HIATUS...Rogue and Remy remember the events that lead up to their marriage. It's a fluffy Romy, so just read it, because we all need fluffy Romy. There are other couples too, but are minor...it's a major Romy with some humourous guests...

4. And So It Increases

Disclaimer: I am a student living in Canada…does it look like I own X-Men Evolution? Of course not.

Author's Notes: OMG, it's been like forever since I've updated this, but you've got to remember that I had summer school in July and that I did make plenty of updates to 'Underground Resistance X', gave you a one shot, as well as the next chapter to 'A Mutated Resistance'. I like mixing things up and having a schedule of when I write my fics. Sometimes I'll be writing them all at the same time, or sometimes I'll just be writing one at a time, and lately, it's been one at a time. I've been getting requests to write the next chapter, so here goes.

I then left to horse camp for a week, so I missed all of you, and then I got back for two days, and then went off on a family vacation. I don't know when this will get out to you, but probably after I went on vacation. Luckily, I'll be able to bring my laptop with me on vacation, so I'll be typing up a few stories out on the Trans Canada. When I get back and log into my email, I expect to be overwhelmed with reviews on all my fics, so be kind and review, please.

As for my shout outs/review responses: The review response propitiation seems to be a rumor as of now. I'm worried though, I don't wanna get in trouble with the admin. People who've been posting them seem to be safe, so I'll be posting mine up for this chapter. I'm still gonna encourage people to petition though, you never know and all rumors have some truth to it, so I wanna know that I'll be safe. If in fact, it's not, I'll be emailing them out like I did with my responses for 'A Mutated Existence'.

Oh and in the time I started writing this, guess what? They have apparently killed off Remy from thee Ultimate Universe. Once again, we have all been screwed over by Marvel. You know, there was this naïve part of me that saw that cover for months and was jumping for joy to see what happens. I mean sure he sacrificed himself for Rogue and all, but well, he's apparently dead. I am totally and completely mourning for Remy, so much so that it took me a night's sleep before I realized he sacrificed himself for Rogue, sure that's great Romy, but he's dead! It's not so much that he's dead, but that there's no more Romy in the Ultimate Universe, and once again, Kill Romy month has come to us. And once again, I find I'm writing this fic in protest of that. The first chappie was really a direct response written after seeing all those covers completely kicking Romy to the wayside, inspired from a few song choices. In short, it's amazingly great Romy, but Remy's dead! Again, I am hitting my head against blunt objects…and cursing the name of Marvel. It's train wreck after train wreck. I really hope it's only an 'apparent death'. I was once so happy for the Ultimate Universe…now…well, they really have a penchant for killing off characters and keeping them that way and I'm just really disappointed in it. I must say that I was alerted to this by Dreamer's Dawn, I looked it up…and well, I was frustrated and pissed off.

Oh and guess what else? They also ended Romy in X-Men: The End! So Rogue is now dead too. WTF? God I hate this. What is wrong with them? Don't they know that Romy together and flourishing is perhaps the one thing most of us WANT to see in their comics? And that killing them off and destroying their relationship just puts us off? I am so mad. I mean, they kill off so many people, but out of them all, Rogue and Remy are probably the two that you wanna see go to the end, so this is ridiculous. I mean, it'd be all cool if they died together, like in my other ficlet, 'Perfect in Every Way', but I mean the point is that they died TOGETHER! Not alone and having to live in misery without each other, TOGETHER! God, I so hate watching this freakish train wreck of the comics, it sucks. It seems the only place that we can find solace of their relationship actually working out in the end is here in fanfiction or X-Men Evolution, where it hasn't been tarnished. I mean there are still the movies for hope, but knowing that, it'll probably kill Romy even more. It's like the way that Romy lives to be happy is in our imaginations and in our stories. I think I made a highly justified point months back in a review to Ish. It is completely Kill Romy in Marvel.

You guys didn't meet my challenge with the reviews…I was sad…oh well. C'mon, let's fight Marvel and support something that actually lets the Romy live on. Please review! I don't know if this will help, but Cat2fat900 has a link on her profile to a petition to make Marvel stop hurting Romy.

Shout Outs:

Cat: Well, I've been calling you out to update, and you've been calling me out, so here's the next chappie of 'The Road to Forever," I hope it's up to par. Remy can never look bad in our eyes. I mean it's great that he's fictional, we can picture him as the perfect man…mmm…Johnny does rock, he's so amusing and such a great character to have fun with, if done right.

Well, just remember I'm sorta writing the backbone to Romy if you will, and Sinister and Belle are two main themes, of course, I tweaked it up and made a less angsty, because I just can't do that to Rogue and Remy. This is the only fic, I'll ever play that card where it messes up Rogue and Remy. Sinister is a good villain, but I'd never make him do stereotypical messing up of Jott and Romy, because it's so overdone. Okay, as for Emil…bourbon eases his mind and calms him, like cigarettes for Remy…I have to admit killing Belle was like euphoria. It's so amazingly fun.

As soon as you mention Antarctica to any Romy fan, it's only natural to want to curl up and die, that and seeing all the covers from solicits. This story was actually a rebuttal to that. Like yeah Marvel, you can mess them up, but there's still me making all this Romy fluff so that you can just all go and screw yourselves! This was so fun to get out. I just had to make Wanda dictatorish. It's fun and it's great to make her evil like that. Fear me, men, I am Wanda! As for Ray and Rahne, well I read this one fic that totally opened me up to them being a couple, I can't really remember the name or who it was by, just that I liked it and Ray and Rahne as a couple, though strange. Besides, I paired up Tabby with Sam. So it's the only way that would work. I also like Tabby with Ray and Sam with Rahne, but I just like this too. That, and I'm not a big fan of Rahne and Roberto, I just don't see it. I think Roberto and Amara work better. I mean they're both from Brazil and what not, lots to relate about. Nova Roma is off of Brazil somewhere. Also I like Bobby and Jubes together and Amara and Bobby doesn't work well for me. Sure the whole fire and ice thing…but still. Also I'm not all that hot on Amyro, I don't mind it, but I just love Johnda, thanks to Nine to Five by Goldylokz. Amazing fic, really. That fic made me fall in love with John and Piotr too, it really got me to ship Kiotr and Johnda as well as flagship Romy.

Sinister really is the stupidest name ever. I'm really gonna try hard to refrain from using Mr. Sinister for any name of his. Essex works better, like it just works so much better to be evil when you're named Essex than Sinister. The thing with stupid names, secret names and deserts is that they're stereotypical villain things, and this story, I guess is like the stereotypical Romy that I wanna look at and write for once, before I do much more original groundbreaking stuff. I just had to have Rogue take that shot for Remy. I mean it's just too perfect to pass up. I'm glad you liked the line 'I come in peace and bring de food.' It sorta came to me as I was writing. Yeah for Marie, spits on Anna and Anna Marie…they're just not as good…I mean there's the whole French thing Remy and Marie sounds so much better than Remy and Anna. OMG, I got the funniest mental image of hundreds of squirrels saluting and bowing…And yeah, I just HAD to make them kiss. I love Emil and his mad hacking skillz ™, I mean it's too great not to have them watch them.

Rogue14: You're a doll. I love you. I hope you didn't get busted with your fake IDs…the time for the crime sucks. I love your bribes…I mean reviews…Aww…poor you, I know what it's like to have younger siblings, I have a younger sister…'Intimate words are recognized to be used only for love letters.' That just made me lol. Oh and I'm Chinese Canadian. I'm born in Canada, but my first language was Chinese, so preschool was a nightmare. I had no clue what anyone was saying and felt like an idiot, funny that English ended up being my best subject…Too bad I'm single, huh, to your last comment that had Remy proportions of innuendo…'you trying to make me blush?' It made me laugh for sure though. But joking aside, I'm always the one in English with the longest writings and the one in art with the biggest project. I just do things big for some reason, always have, always will, I suppose.

It was just so fun to blow up Belle. It was just great, I mean, she's obliterated by the one she 'loves'. It's ironic and I so love it. I made up the entire thing about Rogue's past with a few things tweaked from Evo and the comics. I don't get X-Men comics, I just read the summaries online. I just had to make Wanda like that. I'm glad you liked the touching Romy bits. The Marie bit where you told me that they were a brand of biscuits eaten for people with stomach problems made me LMAO…but I still like Marie better. It's French and so is Remy, so the little girl in me thinks it's absolutely adorable and perfect. The other Rogue name I like is Solitaire as written on a fic by Sylvan Coine or something like that on Down Home Charm.

Marvel is home to a bunch of retards. It's so sick what they're doing. Now that I know the conclusion of the whole 'Bizarre Love Triangle' arc, I'm even more furious with them for making it so lame. It was a whole bunch of built up hype. Yeah, Mystique shook the foundations of the Romy relationship, but it's lame, because it opens the door for more stupidness once we find out about 'Augustus'. And the fact that it's Mystique is even more disturbing. The thing about Lilli Penrose is that I don't wanna jump to conclusions, but if he did, what is he THINKING. Better yet, what is MARVEL THINKING? Anyway, thanks for the review.

Ish: I love you, as always, and you finally updated. So I was very pleased. Just update soon, please. I'm glad that you liked that paragraph in the beginning talking about their inadequacies for each other. It's just so typical of them and I just had to bring it out. I can't believe you think I'm doing this brilliantly; it's such a compliment coming from you. I was walking on air for days after reading that. They are so perfect for each other, and I think just for once, we wanna see the wringing stop. I mean I loved X-Treme X-Men. It was just so great for Romy. If only they can find an author who can replicate that on X-Men and let them get together. It really seems that I'm putting a ton of people in a tizzy and getting them all freaked out and checking summaries. But it just goes to show how disturbing this all is and how much we all love Romy. OMG, if you know what's been happening with the comics, I just have to rant this. Mystique wants Rogue to be happy and what not and the thing is, despite everything, they love each other and the best times they have are with each other. So why are you trying to break that apart and make her fall for someone else? It never happens like that, and I really think it's all gonna backfire for her, once Rogue sees what a bitch you are. Well, she already does, but still. The shower scenes killed me, the only good thing was Remy in the shower naked, if I blocked out Foxx and mentally imagined him with Rogue it was all good, although it still doesn't make up for X-Men: The End issue six. I mean sure there's that Ultimate X-Men annual coming out, but still…

I'm glad you liked my Romy hold up. I too thought it would make the ending sweeter, that no matter what happens, they'll always find a way back to each other and besides, Sinister and Belle both died, explosions via Remy….how can it get any better? I mean the miserableness of them being apart just goes to show that they are made to be together. I think Marvel should read some Romy fanfic and then they'll never wanna go back to what they're doing. They should have the relationship in Marvel that's the one most riddled by circumstance by the bright one, the one that's without the frills and angst. It would be ironic; they like irony, and just make lots of people happy. I mean the fans want it. We really do need to cheer their relationship and I made you tear up at the leaving scene? OMG, wow…that's just amazing to me. I just had to have Rogue save him this time around and the girl would totally do it too. She loves him. Oh and the rest of the people just had to watch them. I mean they've invested so much emotionally into them and watched them pine for days and days, it's the only reward really. Now if only Marvel can follow suit….Thanks for the review. I treasure them.

FluidDegree: Thanks for the reviews and that's the great thing about Romy. You can completely relate to their characters. And I really wanted to show that. Everyone always loves Rogue because even though her issues are extreme, they're ones that you feel yourself in lesser terms, that's why she's such a great character and Remy too.

Rogue gaL: I can't believe I made you miss a show with my fic. That's just amazing to me, that people really love my work. Thanks for the review.

Thanagarian Angel: Apologies for the lack of sooner updates.

Authorless: It makes happy to see that this makes you laugh. I never really thought I could make people laugh. Not a lot of people get my humor in real life. I couldn't resist that jibe at Logan. I think it was a long time coming. As for the spacing…we'll see, I'm not sure I can do that on without it looking hideously annoying. Spacing really annoys me on just because of the scrolling, but we'll see.

Chica De Los Ojos Café: More fluffiness, love and fun awaits you.

SangKagome89: I heart Inuyasha. As for Wanda action…we'll see, but her reign as dictator is largely over…everything else? Coming right up. Thanks for the review.

Because you asked for it, Chapter Four is now up and running.

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CHAPTER FOUR: AND SO IT INCREASES:

"The guests are about to arrive, are you excited?" asked Wanda as Jean helped her slip on her dress.

"Ah'm so excited, Ah could throw up. Ah'm just so nervous. There are a million things that can go wrong, but Ah know it'll all be okay when Ah see Remy at tha end o' tha aisle," said Rogue.

The room in which the women were getting ready was bustling with activity. Hair was being curled and pinned. Dresses were being put on. Make up was being applied. Luckily, they were going at a fast and steady pace and had each other to help, so that Kitty wouldn't suffer another 'aneurism'.

"Aww," started Kitty, "You guys are just so perfect together."

"It's very true, fille," acknowledged Mercy, "y're de only filled at Remy has ever loved and brought home t' meet us."

"Thanks, Mercy, you're sweet," said Rogue.

"Well, it's de truth. De man is crazy about you!" she exclaimed.

"That is so true," said Kitty, "and you're absolutely crazy in love with him too."

"Yeah," said Rogue softly with a smile, "Ah am."

"It's good to see the two of you so happy together, child," said Ororo, "and especially after that incident with Belle where you both were so utterly depressed."

"No kidding," said Jean, "you were a walking cloud of gloom, sucking all the happiness wherever you went. It was that bad."

"And I'm the one who controls the weather and you got me feeling bad enough that we had rain for two weeks," said Ororo.

"She's not kidding either. I can ascertain that for sure," said Tessa, "every time you were in the room then, it was like someone killed the dog."

"That's so true. You were like that at school too. I swear, there was like a ring of empty seats around you in class," said Amanda from her experience with Rogue in the same class at university with her.

"Ah was upset," she said sheepishly.

"No kidding, and the world ended," said Tessa.

"It was like the world was suffering with you," said Amanda.

"Well, they're the kind of couple that affects the people around them," said Kitty, "I still can't believe that our plans didn't work to push them back together and put us out of our misery."

"Well, it wasn't for lack of trying," said Wanda, "and we tried. That's for sure."

"Well, Remy was just as bad, maybe even worse and we had t' run de entire Guild in dat atmosphere. People were honestly afraid of him. He got more people t' listen and do their work dan Jean-Luc ever did by being aggressive. De remaining Assassins feared him like de plague. And I've never seen dat boy so heartbroken over a femme."

"Well it's good to see that our relationship is such gossip for you guys," said Rogue sarcastically, causing all the women to laugh.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and when it opened, there stood Betsy Braddock and Warren Worthington, to the cheers of excitement and greetings of the others. Betsy looked ravishing in a deep purple one shoulder dress made of sleek satin that hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It went with her long violet hair perfectly. The elegant dress had a slit up the side that showed off her toned legs and had beading and had a design embroidered in black on the bottom corner of the skirt of the gown. A black choker was wrapped around her neck and a set of dangly diamond earrings were on her ears. Warren was dashing in a crisp black tuxedo with his blond hair slicked back. His wings were visible from the back of his tux.

"Oh mah Gawd! Ah didn't think ya guys would make it," declared Rogue.

"Well, War's mum got better and his meeting was cut short because some guy got sick," explained Betsy.

"Besides, we'd both rather come to your wedding than hang around with a bunch of old boring business men," said Warren.

"Besides, I promised I wouldn't miss it for the world no matter what, luv!" said the lively Brit. She went over to Rogue and gave her a hug.

"So when did you guys get in?" asked Jean.

"We got back from Milan last night," said Warren, "but Remy wanted this to be a surprise, so he didn't tell you guys."

"Why can't all men be like that?" asked Kitty, "Remy is a sweetheart."

"Don't Ah know it, shugah," exclaimed Rogue.

"Ya look drop dead gorgeous, girl," said Betsy, "Remy's gonna have a heart attack when he sees you at the alter."

"Yes, I'm sure he will. You do look marvelous, Rogue," said Warren sincerely.

"Ya guys are too kind," said Rogue.

"Well, it's the truth, luv!" exclaimed Betsy, "and all brides reserve the right to look damned gorgeous on their wedding day. I should know." Betsy had gotten married to Warren some time before Scott and Jean's in an elopement, since their parents weren't too thrilled about their engagement, but they had an actual wedding after with all their friends and family afterwards when their families came to see the light after they eloped.

"So true, so true," said Jean to lots of laughter.

"I feel so left out," said Warren, pretending to be hurt.

"Well then I suppose we should just push you off to that corner there," joked Betsy.

Everyone laughed at that.

"Oh, and before we forget, we're supposed to tell you all that the guests are starting to arrive," said Warren.

"Oh good," said Wanda, "I hope Remy's family isn't causing too much of a ruckus."

"Define ruckus," said Warren.

"You'd better not be suggesting what we think you're suggesting," said Jean.

"There will be consequences," said Wanda.

"Wow, you're crazier about the wedding than the bride herself," said Betsy.

"They would be the wedding Nazis," explained Kitty.

Betsy's face dawned in realization, "Ah…I see."

"Well, now I'm glad that Betsy and I were away," said Warren.

"Men," replied Betsy with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, Betsy, they were very dictatorish, it was rather disturbing," explained Amanda.

"For the men, at least," added Kitty with a smirk.

"Especially, Emil," said Tessa, "That face was absolutely priceless."

"Oh, indeed, he'll never live it down," responded Mercy.

"What happened?" asked Warren, "Wait, do I even want to know?"

"Let's just say that he was so scared he came in here looking like he'd seen the professor and Logan doing the Macarena in pink lace panties," said Wanda.

"Gawd Wanda, that is a mental image beyond creepy," said Rogue with a shudder.

"Yeah, well, I DID get the mental picture," said Jean, "and it really wasn't pretty."

"I'm just going to black that out, children," said Ororo with a sheepish smile.

"That bad, huh?" said Betsy.

"Yup," replied Jean, "the pregnancy helped too."

"Ah, the raging hormones excuse. Classic. Very good, Jean. I think I'm rubbing off on you," said Betsy.

"Tha world is shuddering in fear," said Rogue, "I knew thare was a reason I made the two of ya bridesmaids."

"Strange, I'm getting the feeling I should be running for the hills," said Warren.

"That would be the male life preserving instinct kicking in," analyzed Tessa.

"You know, I'm very impressed. He's lasted longer than any of the other men in our presence. Betsy, what have you been doing to him?" asked Jean.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, luv," she answered with a wink, causing everyone to laugh.

"I almost feel sympathy for you, Warren," said Ororo.

"I take what I can get," he responded.

"Whoa, it's getting late, luvs," started Betsy, "It's so good to see you all. Congratulations Rogue." Betsy came up to the bride and enveloped her in a warm embrace.

"Thanks, Betts," she said.

"My pleasure, Warren and I will see you all later," she said.

Warren took Betsy's hand and said with a smile, "Good luck, not that you need it."

"Thanks," said Rogue with a smile, "it's good to see you guys." They nodded and left the room with their goodbyes, looking forward to the wedding.

"I wonder what the men are up to," pondered Amanda.

"Most likely talking and getting ready," said Tessa, "with some interesting problems and conversation here and there."

"Emil," said Mercy.

"Most definitely," replied Tessa to the laughter of all the women.

"Someone should go check up on them," said Kitty.

"Ya mean, spy, Kit, spy," said Rogue.

"Same difference," said Kitty.

"I'll do it, I'll cross int' enemy territory," exclaimed Mercy, dramatically.

"Okay, just tell meh what Remy is up ta," said Rogue.

"But o' course," replied Mercy and with that, the blonde woman strolled out the door, a swing in her step.

"Well, this shall be interesting," commented Amanda.

"Oh yes," said Rogue with a malicious smile.

She sat back into her plush chair and relaxed thinking back to her times spent and cherished with Remy.

A year of happiness had gone by. One that was unmarred by their hardships and had been celebrated by the perfect bliss of their love that had only grew from tribulation. It was one of pure perfection spent falling deeper in love and learning so much more of each other. The ones around them could see clearly the path they were heading and knew that they would marry, even though they were still young. She was nineteen, but it was obvious. Flawless. That was the perfect word to describe their relationship, enforced by new levels of understanding between them.

Completed with touch and strengthened through suffering, it was truly something precious and exquisite. Feeling his kiss was like no other feeling in the world. He filled her soul with his love for her and she sent it back at him. He would caress her lips and she would feel so complete and happy. It was like no joy could compare in the great wide world. His gentle touch sent shivers down her spine and feelings of delight to overwhelm her heart. Finally feeling his skin against her own after so long was godsend, heaven even. She could lose herself with him.

Rogue remembered the day they moved in together at the Institute. She and Kitty were a little sad to be going separate ways, but completely ecstatic to be finally able to share a room with their respective boyfriends. Sorting through photos and other discarded memories; they remembered their time together as roommates. The two packed up their things into many cardboard boxes and soon found themselves herding their belongings into a separate wing in the Institute set up for the couples who were old enough to move in together as the professor would need more room for his new recruits. Kitty and Rogue's rooms would be across the hall from each other, so they were still close to each other.

Remy and Rogue's room was enormous with an attached bathroom. It had thick carpets, rich curtains and draperies. It was done in the style of a classic southern room, much like the rooms in the LeBeau Estate with rich antique wooden furniture and ornaments. Gorgeous paintings hung on the walls. There was a closet, dressers, night tables and a large desk. In the center to one wall, was the bed, which was a king sized four poster with a carved head board and foot board.

Remy and Rogue spent a day organizing everything in their shared space, compromising when needed, having a blast.

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"Thare is no WAY THAT is coming in here, Swamp Rat!" exclaimed Rogue indignantly, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up, giving Remy a nice view of her cleavage from her tight black spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above her pierced belly button, showing off her toned stomach. She also wore a pair of form fitting, hip hugging, worn bell bottomed jeans with holes worn into the knees and a black studded leather belt. On her wrists was a cuffed watch, and several jelly bracelets. On her neck was a necklace that Remy had given her on her nineteenth birthday, a beautiful emerald pendant, that had silver and platinum wrapped around the gem and studded with diamonds on a think silver chain. She also wore a pair of dangly silver earrings. Her flawless porcelain skin shone in the light, her emerald eyes standing out due to a bit of dark eyeliner. Her hair was nearly down to her butt and fell in gorgeous waves of auburn. Two pure white stripes framed her face, curling slightly. She still had the Goth in her and Remy loved that about her.

Remy smirked, standing a few feet away from her, completely relaxed. God, she was beautiful when she was mad. He could feel his blood rapidly flowing south and knew he needed to calm down. He wore a white wife beater which showed off his muscular lean body. He looked sexy as hell in a pair of loose jeans with holes in the knees and a leather belt. On his neck, hung a chain, a charm dangling on it of the New Orleans Thieves Guild's crest. His skin was tan and mischief sparkled in the ruby and onyx eyes that Rogue loved. Remy stalked towards her with a predatory stance.

"And why's dat, chere?" he asked, standing inches from her, feeling the heat emanating from her body.

She shot him another icy glare, uttering, "Because that girl is a cheap looking whore," answering bluntly, referring to a poster on the bed of a very buxom topless woman in super short Daisy Dukes.

Remy just smiled. He loved it when she got riled up. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, while his finger traced a tattoo on the lower left of her stomach, beside and underneath her abs that disappeared into her jeans, sending sensational effects into her body. Huskily, he whispered, "Aww, chere, feeling a little jealous?" and licked the lobe of her ear. She could immediately feel her anger ebbing away, damn him. He still had and always would hold power over her that made her melt, make her strength weaken slightly, made her heart quicken, made her face flush and made her open to his advancing arsenal of attacks. But then, she held that over him as well.

Rogue simply let out an annoyed snort and rolled her eyes. She faced him and said, "No, I just don't want a picture of a slut in here."

Remy grinned, tracing her jaw with his fingers, then saying, "Y're way sexier, more beautiful and attractive dan her."

"Then why tha hell is it in here, Swamp Rat?"

"Because y're beautiful when y're mad," he said.

"Yah're something else," she replied, vaguely annoyed.

"Y' know y' love me," whispered Remy, huskily.

"Yah're lucky Ah do," she whispered back, softly.

He smiled and caught her lips with his own, kissing the lips he had once only wished and dreamt of kissing, showing her exactly what he felt for her. All the passion and love he felt for her expressed in a kiss. His hand slipped around to her back, caressing the bare skin exposed by her top, skin that was once poisonous, skin that he loved to touch, skin that was soft as silk. His other hand supported her head and felt the soft silky waves of auburn hair that he loved. She responded immediately, kissing him back with equal intensity, pressing her body against his as he pulled her flush against his own, wrapping her arms around his neck, using a hand to rake into his coppery auburn hair, pressing his lips harder against her own. With her eyes closed, she felt him stroke the bare skin on her back and his lips suck gently on her bottom lip, nibbling slightly, making her moan with pleasure, causing him to smile against her lips.

Letting his tongue travel across her pouty lips, he waited as she allowed him entrance to her warm wet mouth. He traced its contours with his tongue and felt her own ensnare his and a war of dominance begin. The sensation of her tongue rubbing against his, sent shivers of excitement down his spine. He groaned slightly against her mouth, when he felt her hand slide down and slip underneath his wife beater, tracing the hard muscles of his abdomen. Remy's hand glided up her back underneath her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back, unobscured by a bra. The deep kiss sent both into a feeling of incredible bliss, contentment and happiness. Rogue let out a happy sigh against his lips as they came up for air, breathless. Remy smiled at her, hugging her close and lovingly kissing her lips, forehead and very tip of her nose, then working his way to her jaw line, tracing kisses down to her sleek neck.

Rogue tilted her head up instinctively, to give him better access, causing him to smile. Her hand pressed his head closer to her neck. She let out a gasp as she felt his tongue dart out and his teeth nip her neck as his hands traveled down and sensually squeezed her ass. As his hands began to stroke her thighs, she let her hands travel under his shirt and glide across his muscular back, while he kissed her collar bone. Wanting his lips against hers again, Rogue took the initiative and removed her hands from under his shirt to bring his head back to hers and his mouth to hers too. He didn't disappoint her, just kissed her slow, communicating exactly how much he loved her and needed her in his life. Pulling her close to his body again, he deepened the kiss and pressed her tightly against the wall with his body. She wrapped her arms around his torso and he let his hands go up her stomach, feeling the muscles there and stopping to tease her belly ring. She let her tongue travel in his mouth, feeling the safety of his arms around her. Remy didn't need to use his empathy to feel how much she loved him, bringing him a joy found no where else. There was nothing better than knowing how much this girl truly loved him.

Coming up for air, Remy wrapped his arms around her frame, pulling her close, breathing in the scent of her hair as he rested his head on top of hers. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, with her head resting against his chest.

"I love you, chere," he whispered.

"Ah love ya too, shugah," she replied back.

They just stayed that way for a long while, untouchable to time, wrapped in each other's arms.

(I'm sure all of you enjoyed that make out session as much as I did writing it…lol…)

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It took a while, but eventually, all their belongings, furniture and personal items they wanted were transferred and rearranged into their shared room. That night, sleeping in each other's arms and knowing that they would get to spend the rest of their lives sleeping next to the other brought new heights of contentment in their relationship. Their sleep was perfect due to each other's presence which took away their nightmares of memories in dream.

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"Damn it, Remy. What de hell is wrong wit' y'?" exclaimed Henri, as he watched his younger brother fidget and pace around the room where the men where getting ready, "Never mind, I do know."

"Ja, he is zo anxious," said Kurt.

"No kidding, Elf," replied Logan.

"Oh Rogue would so love dis," exclaimed Mercy as she entered the room, with an evil smirk on her face.

"Mercy!" exclaimed Henri, as the large man went over to give her a hug and kiss.

"How goes de preparations?" she asked.

"Alright, Remy is freaking out, dough," he said.

"So I can see," said Mercy.

"So is she alright? How is she doing? Is she still getting ready?" Remy asked in one breath at super speed similar to Pietro.

"Yes. She's fine. And yes, she is still getting ready. Wow, Henri wasn't joking, you really should calm down, Remy. Take a seat or something," she scolded.

"We tried that already, he nearly blew it up," said Henri.

"He will never live this down," said Lucas with a wide grin.

"Wait til' Tante Mattie finds out," said Emil.

"As leader, I say we take photos and video to forever remember this historic, life changing moment," commented Scott.

"Not a bad idea, Shades," mused Logan, "Elf, where's that camera phone of yours?"

"Right here," replied Kurt, fishing it out from the pockets of his suit, turning on to the video function, capturing Remy's freak out for all time.

"That's good blackmail," regarded Mercy with a smile.

Remy gave her an evil look through his demon eyes, "Shut up."

"You getting this, Elf?" asked Logan with a wolfish grin.

"Every moment," answered Kurt, "Hey, Remy, turn zhis vay."

"Looking good, LeBeau, looking good," commented Lucas with a laugh.

"C'mon, Remy, give the camera a smile," said Scott.

"How 'bout I blow de t'ing up?" replied Remy deadpan.

"But zhen youss vould ruin zhe immortalizing footage," said Piotr.

"How 'bout I immortalize y' a charred arm?" came the sarcastic reply of the Cajun.

"Hey, mate, chill, how tha hell ya gonna relax on ya honeymoon if ya don't?" reasoned John.

"Who says I'm gonna relax?" said Remy, moving back into his comfort zone.

"Gah, too much information," responded John, shuddering.

"My virgin ears!" shouted Lucas dramatically.

"Y' are so claw bait," said Mercy.

"Remy, meet claw, claw meet Remy's neck," said Henri cheekily.

"What is dis, 'Pick on Remy Day'?" said the Cajun.

"Why o' course, frere," said Henri, "It's not every day de most famous bachelor of N'Awlins finally gets married."

"What happened?" asked Emil.

"Rogue happened, comrade," returned Piotr.

"She's tha only Sheila crazy enough ta put up witcha," said John.

"He's zhe only one crazy enough to put up with meine Schwester," added Kurt.

"At the risk of sounding like a girl, they are perfect for each other," commented Lucas.

"Speaking o' de girls, what de femmes up t' Mercy?" asked her husband.

"Oh wouldn't y' just loved t' know," said Mercy.

"Why o' course," he returned.

"C'mon, Mercy, what is mon cherie doing?" asked Remy.

"What am I, the nefarious third party exchanging messages?" asked Mercy.

"Well, it's kinda wot happens whoyn ya decide ta go to tha otha side, Sheila," replied John.

"Da, youss vere volunteering for it, when youss decided to come," added Piotr.

Mercy sighed, "Well if you must know, we are all jus' getting' ready and talkin'. Oh, and Remy got brownie points fo' surprisin' Rogue wit' Betsy and Warren's arrival."

"Always sucking up, what is up? Something you not tellin' us, bub?" questioned the Wolverine wryly.

"Whatever," said Remy, brushing him off.

"Oh stop it, y're just mad because when it comes t' pleasin' his femme, he leaves all o' y' in de dust," said Mercy, to which Remy smirked gloatingly.

The men all looked away.

"Groyt, now ya've gone an' inflated his ego," informed John.

"Well, y' all know it's true," said Remy, cheekily.

"And what about me, Mercy?" asked her husband indignantly.

"Oh y're alright," said Mercy, mildly.

"I'm insulted," he said.

"It's not m' fault dat de femmes love me," said Remy.

"Riiiight," the males of the group.

"So what does she look like?" asked Remy curiously.

"Y're terrible, Remy. Y're not supposed t' know and y're not gonna know," said Mercy.

"Oh, c'mon," whined the groom.

"No, Remy, I'm not saying," responded Remy.

"Y've gotta give me something," he rebutted.

"It was no then, and it's a no, now. It's NOT gonna change," she replied.

Remy gave her a look, "Please."

"Fine. Y're gonna absolutely die at de alter," she said enthusiastically.

Remy whistled long, "So she's a knockout."

"Oh, hell yes, she's gorgeous," replied Mercy.

"Vell, of course, meine Schwester is beautiful, she IS zhe bride," said Kurt.

"True," said Mercy, "but she's simply angelic."

His angel, his beautiful, kind, caring, redeeming angel, that was who she was. She took a chance on him, believed in him when no one else did and showed him love that he didn't feel that he deserved. Rogue picked him up from his misery and took him into the light with her. She showed him real happiness and love, and for the first time in his life, made him truly content. Rogue could say the same about him. He didn't give up on her and rescued her from the despair that ruled her life. He loved her, even when she didn't want it, when she feared it, when she shied away from it. Remy loved her anyway, and in loving her, gave her unfounded happiness that made her smile, despite it all. To Rogue, he was an angel, her devilish angel.

Several months had passed since they moved in together in the fall. It was now winter and Christmas was fast approaching. The couple found their relationship flourishing. They had become even closer, knowing each other's living habits. Waking up and seeing each other in the morning's glow was simply heaven. Being in each other's arms brought security, inner peace and pure bliss. Each tender moment was cherished in the beams of sunrise. Night passed with the silver radiance of the moon and stars, with peace and tranquility brought on by each other's presence. Adventures in a shared room were had with laughter, annoyance, playfulness and good humor. Perhaps the best of all this was that it solidified the fact that they could now touch. All the touches and caresses that they once envied from other couples was now possible for them, and they cherished each embrace and the feeling of skin on skin, knowing the gift and the longing when without.

Touch, the gift finally given to them, wrapped in their love, passion and desire. Finally, they could physically express what they had somehow always felt between each other in a million kisses that were passionate, loving, sweet, some lasting a seemingly forever, some deliciously chaste that made them want more an fueled with their love; a million tight, close embraces filled with warmth and care; a million touches, strokes and caresses of the face and skin. Wrought from deprivation, it allowed them to truly savor, cherish and treasure each touch. For every step they took to forward their relationship, knocked down their fortresses surrounding their hearts, revealed to each other the raw pain in each moment of being closer, proving that the buildup of their relationship had been one that tested the strength of their relationship time and time again. In the end, it always became fortified after each trial, growing in intensity and now, it had reached a state of bliss and true happiness. Accumulating, it was always accumulating to one perfect moment of touch for them, the ultimate intimacy, the definition of closeness, the unification to being truly one in every way for the body, mind and soul, and the exuberant showing of their love. More than anything, they longed for that sweet release of all they were to each other.

Perhaps the only down side to this arrangement of them living together, was the fact that living in the Institute meant lack of privacy and a constant influx of noise, people, gossipers, training, missions, homework and pranksters. These sources were all factors which perhaps stalled their attempts at making love. It was something that they both longed to experience with each other. It had been a long road; they had known each other for around four years and been together for just under three years. The most of this time spent without any physical way to show their love and affection for each other. It was a time in which they grew together, by overcoming so many obstacles blocking their happiness. They had experienced the best and worse of each other, known their strengths and weaknesses and still stood by each other through it all, through the pain, suffering and torment and the joy, happiness and bliss. After all of this, they knew, knew that they'd always have it, their love, love which endured and would always hold true. Neither had believed in true love, not after all their pain, but they could no longer deny what pulled them together was indeed true love. Yet, when they least expected it, they found it, the one, for that was what they truly were to each other. No other would ever be able to compare. In their wildest dreams, they never would've imagined it, and yet, here it was, burning with the fire of a million suns, everlasting, eternally pulling them together, never separating, and forever bound.

The day had started out rather normally. It had been their team's turn to train in the Danger Room and of course, Logan scheduled it bright and early at 5 am, just for their convenience. Recently, the X-Men had been split and reformed into two teams to cover more ground, one of the teams were Remy and Rogue's and had Kurt, Kitty, Piotr, Wanda and John in it as well, among others. They had dragged each other out of bed, washed and drank a bucket load of coffee, before heading down to the Danger Room for a grandly successful session, in which they showed of all their skills and awed the others, as usual, with their performance. Prior to leaving, the professor had asked the two to meet in his study after cleaning up and what was to meet them would be a welcomed surprise in the guise of work.

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Good morning, Remy, Rogue," greeted the professor, amicably, he gestured to the large and comfortable leather seats in front of him, "Please, take a seat."

They did as told and sat in the thick, comfortable leather armchairs facing the wise professor.

"As you both know from last night's meeting, human supremacist, Henry Gyrich is holding a gala at the Denmark Eloquence Hotel, near Copenhagen. We know he has many doomsday plans for mutants, many he has already put into action in the development and building stages. He is from one of Europe's oldest and richest families with ties to not only the rich and powerful, but politicians, royalty and the impressionable. It is imperative we know what this man is planning on doing. At this gala, several of the world's leaders and leading human supremacists will be present to learn of what Gyrich is planning as he will be hosting an informative presentation for his friends and followers. You two excel at espionage, assuming other personalities, personas and aliases, and so, I am sending the two of you in to infiltrate this social event and find out exactly what the man is attempting," he explained with a hint of urgency.

"With our resources, I was able to garner tickets to the gala, which is disguised as a function promoting the survival and perseverance of the wildlife in the area, in a fund raising banquet. In reality, after the show that's put on, Gyrich will hold a meeting with some of his closest friends and influential guests where he will show them the extent of his plans. You will infiltrate this party posing as a young wedded wealthy couple from the South owning hundreds of important companies with global influence due to inheritance and family ties. You will get in to Gyrich's personal meeting as well as raid his belongings and those of his guests for any information on what they are preparing. You are to go into his and his guest's rooms and look for anything incriminating," he verified with an important tone.

"You will be staying at the Denmark Eloquence where the rest of Gyrich's guests will be lodging. Your flight to Copenhagen will leave Sunday at 10am for the event to take place in two weeks time, giving you time to scope out the area and plan, accordingly. In these folders," he gestured to a pair of folders sitting in front of his desk, "are the details to your mission. You leave in two days. Please take that time to study these folders. Remy, you shall be taking on the alias of Mathieu David Richard Gagnon, son of a wealthy plantation owner, turned world class businessman with many pharmaceutical, oil and banking companies owned all over the world. (This name is pronounced French, David, being Da-veed and Richard, being Ri-shard. As for Gagnon, it's pronounced like the second syllable in mignon, as in filet mignon.) Rogue, you shall be assuming the persona of Aimee Genevieve Marie Desjardin Gagnon, daughter from a rich family, descendants of French royalty, whose father owns the world's leading biochemical research labs. Both are well versed in the ways of the rich, having grown up in it. However, they are vastly intellectual, having degrees from Ivy League Universities. They essentially help run many of their parents' companies and have several of their own," clarified.

"I leave you to pack the things you will need for this journey, but keep in mind that I will be providing for you much that is needed to disguise yourselves as well as the necessary items. This will be a two to three week long term mission. I will leave you with your task. Any questions?" he finished. Remy and Rogue gestured no and soon, found the two of them trekking back to their rooms, conspirator grins on their faces. It seemed that the Professor had handed them a vacation from the insanity of the mansion, one that would perfectly allow them to work together on their own, without any prying eyes. It was the perfect opportunity. It was to be a place that was secluded and private where they would be left alone to their own devices. Apart from the mission, they would have ample time to do what they wanted. It was perfect.

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"So what are you bringin'? Denmark's gonna be cold dis time o' year," asked Remy fairly innocently as the two of them walked the halls to their room in preparation for their trip.

"Wouldn't you like ta know, Swamp Rat," responded Rogue, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, ya can't blame a homme for bein' curious," he said, snaking an arm around her and pulling her close to his body.

Whispering in her ear, he said, "You never know what may happen."

"Just because we'll be alone for three entiah weeks without any interference from the Institute doesn't mean…anything…will happen…" she said in mock indifference. They had reached their room and Rogue had reached and opened the wooden door.

"And what if it does…?" he said slowly, trailing his hand down to her butt and resting it there, making it perfectly clear exactly just what he was alluding to.

"Ah guess ya'll just have ta wait ta see what Ah bring," she said huskily, turning to face him, trailing a finger down his chest.

Remy just laughed, "I'll enjoy dat."

His laughter was abruptly cut off as Rogue pulled him down for a deep and passionate kiss, communicating between them their love, passion and want for each other, wordlessly.

(If the spelling's messed, it's because I'm typing some of this really late and I'm freaking tired. Thank you.)

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Rogue fidgeted restlessly, wringing her hands, she was about to move on to wringing her dress, but Kitty stopped her immediately.

"ROGUE, BRING YOUR HANDS TO WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" bellowed the petite brunette in a voice not indicative of her size, shocking Rogue out of her twitchy trance.

"YOU ARE NO WAY IN HELL WRINKLING THAT DRESS!" shouted Kitty.

"Okay, okay, no more coffee for you," said Rogue, raising her hands in defeat.

"So how many aneurisms has she had?" asked Wanda.

"Oh about ten over random stuff," replied Jean.

"I DO NOT HAVE ANEURISMS," roared Kitty with menace.

"Make that eleven," said Jean, causing Kitty to sigh resignedly.

"Why do I even bother?" she asked no one in particular.

"Because then we would have no one to tease," responded Amada.

"That's great, I'm the one people like to pick on. 'Hi, I'm Kitty, please, go ahead and pick on me day in and day out, because, well, I enjoy it like, immensely,'" she said in a mock perky voice.

"Wow, you really rubbed off on her, Rogue," commented Sage.

"I try, I try. All those years of sharing a room finally paid off," she said in a mock proud tone.

"Argh," steamed Kitty.

"Oh child, it's alright, we all get picked on for humor every now and then," chided Ororo with a laugh.

"Well, you never get picked on," rebutted Kitty.

"Well, I suppose it helps that I can shoot lightening bolts," mused Ororo.

"Well that explains a lot," said Sage, musing.

"If only we all had that ability," thought Rogue.

"What ability?" asked a voice from the door.

"The ability to shoot lightening bolts to strike fear into the hearts of all and prevent them from picking on you," said Rogue nonchalantly, not paying attention to the person at the entrance.

"Ah, I see," said the voice. Rogue turned her head at the familiar tone.

"Momma!" she called when she saw that it was indeed the blue skinned shape shifter Raven Darkholme waiting patiently at the door, helping an old wrinkled blind woman with sunglasses and a cane. Over the years, the two had made up, especially when Raven realized the error of her ways after Apocalypse and Kurt as well. With that, came a renewed relationship with her foster mother, Irene, who still lived in the backwaters of Caldecott, Mississippi. Raven moved into the Institute to help around, but went back to Caldecott to escort her friend to her daughter's wedding. Animosity between the X-Men and Acolytes had faded some time after Apocalypse when they came to grow close, now having much of the same goals. Eventually, the remaining members of the Acolytes and Brotherhood would move into the mansion and Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would teach together.

Rogue ran up to the women who had helped raise her and gave them each a large hug.

"My, oh my, you're a vision, Rogue," said Raven with a smile, after releasing her daughter.

"Tha same could be said about ya, but thank ya," said Rogue with a laugh. Raven Darkholme looked striking in a long, body hugging wine colored velvet dress. It flared out at the skirt and had thin spaghetti straps. Over top, she wore a short silk Asian inspired shirt. (Think that Geisha look Rogue had going in X-Treme, but with cap sleeves and like a T-shirt, instead of a semi-dress thing…) It was made of midnight black silk with short capped sleeves and had fine silver, red and blue embroidery in it. The accenting was silver as were the slanted clasps going down the length at an angle, before traveling vertical. Several of the clasps were left open to reveal the top of her dress and the diamond pendant resting against her collar bone encircled with silver. Raven also had a pair of long black silk opera gloves that went past her elbows. At her wrists were a set of silver, diamond encrusted bangles and on her feet were a pair of black pumps. Her long bright red hair was twirled into an elegant twist and kept in place with a silver jewel encrusted clip in the shape of a butterfly.

"Why thank you, but I wouldn't want to upstage the bride," said Raven smiling.

"That would be impossible, Raven, she's marvelously stunning and striking in every way today, the very epitome of beauty," said Irene.

"Ah'm reallah very flattered," said Rogue, blushing.

"It's your wedding, and the bride must be flattered, why call her the blushing bride if not for that fact?" she said sagely, causing Rogue to laugh. Irene looked stately in her black pantsuit. She had on a pair of long, loose linen black colored pants and a deep blue purple fitted blouse. A short open, Asian inspired jacket went over top that was navy in color. On her feet were a pair of black ballet flats and she wore a simple silver bracelet on her wrist. Her brown hair was done into loose curls and despite her blindness, looked a strong, independent woman, as usual.

"Ah suppose ya saw meh in a vision, then," hypothesized Rogue.

"You would suppose rightly," said Irene, "one I've seen for several years now."

"So despite everything that came ta pass, ya always knew it'd work out?" asked Rogue.

Irene gave her a wise smile, "Yes, Rogue, I did. I knew that without interference, true love blossoms."

"Ah suppose it's comfortin' knowin' that you knew it'd work out, even when we didn't," said Rogue happily, glad to know that Irene had always known that she and Remy would last and had something truly special that transcended time.

"It's always good to see such wonderful events finally occur, after knowing for so long it'd transpire," discerned Irene.

"I'm pretty sure all of us have seen in our own way this day coming to pass," said Ororo, joyfully.

"How true," said Raven.

"Some of us have known for, oh about five years," said Kitty, nonchalantly.

"Ya knew Ah would marry him when Ah was sixteen?" asked Rogue incredulously.

"Yeah," said Kitty forcefully, "It was totally obvious."

"How?" asked Rogue, slightly confused, "We used ta just sit on tha roof and talk."

"Pfft, 'talk', riiight. Again, you two were just that obvious. You were totally completely head over heels in love, even then," she explained, with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"What?" said Rogue, regarding her best friend with a shocked gaze, "How could ya tell? Are ya shure that ya weren't just deluded in ya matchmaking? I don't even think Ah loved him then, lahked him enough shure, attracted, yeah, but not love per se."

"It was just in the way you were so smitten and happy after being with him. That and you actually smiled which was totally nonexistent and rare, back in the day. Plus, I could tell that he was like that too. I also totally caught you two on separate occasions with these huge grins on your faces," said Kitty smugly, "It was SO cute."

Rogue just groaned, shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"What? It's the truth," said Kitty. The women around her nodded in agreement.

"Face it, ou were so far gone from the moment you first met him," said Kitty.

"The same could be said about you and Piotr," said Rogue, smirking, causing Kitty to blush.

"I'll just shut up, now," said Kitty. Everyone laughed.

It was times like these that Rogue couldn't help but remember all the times with the man that had captured her heart so, from the moment when they realized they were perhaps bound by fate, chance and destiny when they somehow inexplicably caught the bouquet and garter, without even trying to, at Logan and Ororo's wedding, some four and a half years ago, to when she realized he held her heart so completely when they were without each other, to the best worst day of her life when she realized that she was falling for him, but not just falling, was utterly and totally in love with Remy LeBeau.

One memory standing out in her mind fell to the surface, one prior to their mission in Denmark. She remembered the days prior flying to Copenhagen, where they shared many conspirator smiles, sharing the secrets between them, wishing that the days would go by faster. The packing was done hurriedly, as if that would make the days pass quicker and finished with an intimate kiss. Assuming their personalities by dressing in designer suits, they boarded one of Xavier's luxurious limos to the airport, chauffeured by one reluctant Wolverine.

Rogue wore a short, fitted deep purple velvet blazer with black accenting and embroidery over top a luminescent form fitting white blouse with the top buttons left open to reveal the creamy skin of her neck and chest. An expensive diamond necklace sparkled from her neck with a large emerald centerpiece. A cross pendant studded with smaller diamonds also hung from her neck by a sleek silver chain, resting against her collar bone. Dangly silver earrings flashed from her ears, silver bangles encrusted with diamonds glinted from her wrists. Her long legs were accentuated by a pair of black low waisted linen pants that were long, loose and cuffed at the hem which made it look like she was flowing when she walked. A dark violet belt wrapped around her waist. To ward off the winter cold, was a dark navy pea coat that fitted smugly, reaching her calves as well as black leather gloves, a long long woolen scarf of many cool colors tossed around her neck and a pale blue toque. Stylish black, flat heeled, leather boots on her feet finished the look. Every piece of clothing and jewelry would drive any person in their right mind up the wall with the price, but she was playing a part and the professor's account was deep and vast. She was beautiful and rich, but disguised by a dark chestnut brown wig pulled into a sleek long low ponytail that concealed her auburn and white hair and deep blue contacts to cloak her emerald eyes.

Remy looked opulent in his fine, expensive and crisp suit. He wore a freshly pressed deep blue shirt that shone slightly due to the shiny thread that was woven into the fabric. Matched to his shirt was a thick shiny charcoal grey tie. Over his shirt and tie, he wore a thick deep black blazer with shinier black pinstripes. A diamond stud was embedded into his left earlobe from the piercing there. His pants were long and loose fitting and deepest black in color. A sleek black leather belt wrapped around his waist had a large silver belt buckle featuring the insignia of an expensive house of couture. His shoes were a pair immaculate boots and made of shiny black leather. Remy looked every bit like a filthy rich boy. He fit into the role seamlessly. Over his elegant ensemble, he wore a long black jacket similar to his beloved chocolate brown trench coat. He also had leather gloves and a dark navy and charcoal knitted scarf to go along with a pair of wraparound the head ear muffs. His distinctive ruby onyx eyes were hidden by grey contacts and his coppery auburn hair by a short black wig. Yes, he looked every bit a enviably handsome celebrity traveling with his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend.

Logan felt like an idiot in his black suit and red tie, with a long jacket and gloves to protect from the cold. Maybe it was the dorky hat that went with the chauffeur outfit. Luckily they had finally reached the airport. Stepping from the driver's seat, he walked around to the back door, where he gruffly opened the door and helped his passengers out from the car. Remy and Rogue suppressed laughter upon seeing his extremely displeased face. Holding his anger in check, he accepted the tip from Remy of a large sum after he deposited their ample amount of luggage onto a luggage cart. Just before they disappeared into the doors with their bags, he sent Remy a meaningful look translating to both 'Take Care of Rogue' and 'Touch Her and Die.' Remy nodded once in acknowledgement and followed his girl inside.

Entering the warm airport, they put their warm outer clothing on their luggage cart and made it to the check in area to store their larger bags for the flight overseas. Slinging on their carryons, they strode to their gate, attracting the stares of many in the airport for they looked like a Hollywood power couple. Just ignoring the looks, they went on. They didn't have to wait long, due to arriving fashionably late, to get onto their flight on first class. Flight attendants flew at their feet, meeting their every order and requests at every beck and call, bringing them wine immediately for the flight just as they settled into their lush leather seats.

The flight was long, but due to the luxury of the first class, much more bearable. Quietly, they tore apart each of the in flight movies, critiquing them harshly. Not only that, they entertained each other in long ranging conversations as well as doing some reading and dozing off here and there. Of course, they constantly bantered and kept their bodies close, often stealing chaste kisses, telling of what was to come.

Hours later, when they finally landed, it was late evening in Copenhagen, due not only the time change, but a delay due to heavy snowfall in the city. The snow fell hard and flakey, giving the city a whiteout. It gave the cold city an ethereal quality. Upon retrieving their luggage, they stepped out into the snow covered streets and walked to their awaiting prearranged luxury car, a charcoal grey Bentley. They enjoyed a nice meal at a nearby restaurant due to the fact that Remy had been to Copenhagen before due to his thief jobs. Afterwards, they headed to the luxuriously elegant and gorgeous Denmark Eloquence Hotel, located in a resort town, an hour's drive away from the airport.

It was a large grand hotel which sprawled around a lake in which a snow covered mountain was reflected in. It had been built long ago and it showed in the glorious architecture of the whitish grey walls of sandstone. Imported marble had been used to support some of the roofs which protruded in strong columns. Beautiful carvings were in the balconies, under the roofs, telling the stories of their Gods and Goddesses. It was surrounded by a forest on two sides. The steps into the lobby were wide, white and grand. A hidden parking garage was underground. Huge gold letters proclaimed its name from above the roof. (Imagine the hotel to look like the architecture of the Banff Springs Hotel, or the Chateau Lake Louise. Basically they're in the style of a whole bunch of old as the hills Canadian hotels once owned by the Canadian Pacific, now owned by Fairmont. That, and a combination of any swank old hotel in New York.)

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Handing the keys to the Bentley to an enthused Dane valet, they strolled into the hotel, a bell boy in tow with their belongings on a cart, making their way to the front desk to check in. The clerk immediately straightened upon seeing them, only to be pushed aside by the concierge, who decided to take over, causing the disguised couple to stifle a laugh.

The lobby was amazing in every meaning of the word. It was elegant with marble floors, thick oriental carpets. High sculpted ceilings with immaculate detailing were marvelous to behold. Painstakingly detailed statues were placed throughout the lobby. A huge fountain bubbled in the center, the water falling in gorgeous arcs. Crystal chandeliers sparkled from above, casting low atmospheric lighting. Opulent furniture lined the lobby included carved wooden chairs, leather easy chairs, couches, desks and tables. Lamps and many priceless pieces of art were also present. The walls were both paneled with wood and covered with expensive wallpaper as well as paint. Wall hangings gave the lobby grace and large windows displayed the elegant snowy scene outside. The detailing in the entire room's décor was Scandinavian.

"Good evening, sir, madam," greeted the worker politely in a voice thick with a Scandinavian accent. He was wearing a crisp black suit with a jacket and tie of the hotel colors with the insignia on them.

"Good evening," boomed Remy, jovially, smiling as he approached the front desk, Rogue's arm looped through his pulling her intimately close, her big black leather purse was dangling from her free arm.

"Evening," said Rogue softly with a smile soon after.

"What was your reservation under?" asked the concierge, with mildly questioning eyes, completely feigned, for neither Rogue or Remy doubted for a second that he didn't know who they were pretending to be.

"Gagnon," said Remy, proudly.

"Ah yes, we've been expecting you, Monsieur and Madame Gagnon," said the man excitedly, "How was your flight?" He said this all the while typing furiously on his keyboard.

"Well enough, as plahnes usuallah are," said Rogue, amused.

"Yes, well, you'll be staying in room 1023, the Symphonic Luxury Suite on the tenth floor. The gala you'll be attending of Mr. Gyrich, The Disappearing Beasts of Magnificence will be held in two weeks time in the Royal Ballroom. Our restaurants are located on the floor above, the spa and pools below. Miikka (pronounced Meeka, like Miikka Kiprusoff, the goalie of the Calgary Flames…sure, he's from Finland…but whatever.) will bring you and your luggage to the room," he said gesturing to the happy looking bus boy who'd brought their things in, "On behalf of all the staff, I hope you'll enjoy your stay here at the Denmark Eloquence, Monsieur and Madame Gagnon."

"I'm sure dat we will," replied Remy with a smirk, before turning, with Rogue still attached at his arm, following the busboy to the elevator.

After a short ride on the pristinely decorated elevator, they reached a quiet, elegant section of the hotel which protruded out from the main building, providing a stunning view of the lake, forests and mountains and conveniently above the ballroom. Directing them verbally, the busboy led them to their room. Miikka took the key from Remy with practiced actions and opened to door with a flourish, allowing the two to pass through first, before towing in the cart with their things. Upon finishing with the unloading, Remy paid him a handsome tip to which he grinned and thanked profusely, then left to leave the two alone in the gargantuan, magnificently decorated suite.

"Well, tha Professah certainlah got us hooked up," said Rogue as she took in her surroundings. The suite was decorated in the same style as the lobby, but had a much warmer and inviting feel, not to mention a feeling of deep expense.

"Yeah, no kidding and it's conveniently right below the ball room," revealed Remy as he too looked around.

Rogue gave a light laugh which made Remy's heart flutter and a true smile to cross his features. Both began to wander together into the separate rooms of the suite.

They had entered from the central point of the suite, the sitting room, with large windows showing wondrous scenery, priceless artwork and decor and made their way down the richly decorated hall to the other rooms, which included a fully loaded kitchen done in granite, deep cherry wood, and stainless steel; the recreation room complete with plush leather sofas, full entertainment system, pool table and bar; a smaller sized bathroom without a tub or shower made from cerulean tile, dark wall papering, white marble and ambient lighting; and extra guest rooms with rich thick four poster beds, antique furniture, dark wood and chandelier lighting with private bathrooms. All the rooms were lavishly decorated and smelled of money. But they had yet to make it to their final destination…the master bedroom…

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Strolling down the hall, the pair made it to the last room, the master bedroom, with a few carryons from their flight. The door was of dark wood, carved delicately and ornately detailed. Turning the shiny brass door knob, Remy opened the door to their room and gestured for Rogue to enter first, holding the door out for her.

"So ya decahde ta display ya gentlemanly qualities, now, huh, Swamp Rat?" teased Rogue with a smile, as Remy held the door open for her.

"I'm insulted, chere, I'm always a gentleman," said Remy, holding his heart, pouting slightly. Rogue just rolled her eyes and walked into the room, unprepared for what was to greet her.

Rogue gasped at the sight that awaited her. She took in the grandeur of the antique furniture in the chairs, desk and tables, the brilliance of the stunning artwork in paintings, wall hangings and sculpture, the panoramic view of the windows and the French doors leading to a gorgeous white marble balcony, the rich fabric of the curtains, the detail of the carpets, the ornate wall paneling in dark wood as well as the expensive wallpaper, the bright crystal chandeliers, the glorious adjoining bathroom and of course the centerpiece, the massive bed. The bed was a magnificent four poster with carved wooden headboard and footboard made of deep cherry wood. What gave it an ethereal quality was the fact that it had a canopy of long flowing dark sheer silk fabric. Many soft pillows lay upon the thick mattress covered by elaborate fabric. The blankets were thick and stuffed with down and made from superb fabric. The outer blanket featured many elaborate designs embroidered in. The sheets were expensive and a huge thread count. However, this extravagance wasn't what awed Rogue.

It was in the fact that the room was lit by the ethereal glow of seemingly hundreds of many sized round white candles, harmonized by soft, light music and surrounded by hundreds of red rose petals, the majority scattered on the bed. Also, some of Rogue's favorite chocolates could be seen in the room, as well as a substantial amount of fruit and champagne sitting iced with two glasses. She was surprised, amazed and touched by this.

A moment later, she felt Remy's figure come up beside her, joining her inside the room.

She smiled up at him, "Ah take it that somebody's been busy planning ahead…"

He smiled back at her, "Why of course, chere, y' deserve de best, and what kind of man would I be if I didn't provide y' wit' dat?"

"Yah're such a charmer," she said as he wrapped his arms around her body.

"Only fo' y'," he whispered, placing a soft kiss onto her lips, "Besides, I wanna see what y' brought wit' y'." He smirked at her and winked, causing her cheeks to color slightly before gaining her composure once more.

"Then yah'll just have ta wait and see," said Rogue with a sexy, mischievous, come hither grin that was oh so seductive. (It was this line that spawned my oneshot, Seduction…) She then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him hard against her body and kissing him hard and passionately. Remy responded immediately, kissing back, snaking his arms around her waist. She was fierce and wild, taking the initiative and running her tongue across his lips, begging for entrance to which Remy willingly complied, letting their tongues rub and brush against each other. His hands began to wander and soon they were on the bare skin of her back underneath her shirt. Suddenly, before the kiss got more heated, Rogue broke it, leaving Remy breathless.

"Ah'll be back, soon," she whispered to him, huskily in his arms, before, breaking away, picking up her carryon bag and heading into the bathroom to change and get ready, causing Remy to grin in anticipation, watching her butt sway as she walked away from him. Closing the door, she locked it, knowing that with Remy it was useless. Then she prepared, taking off her wig and contacts first, before stripping off her disguise and putting on a new outfit that she had stashed in her carryon. That is, if it could be considered an outfit, after all, it was just silky, revealing lingerie.

All the while, back in the room, Remy threw off the blazer and got rid of his tie, unbuttoning a few buttons from the top of shirt and rolling up the sleeves to be less confining. He then got rid of his contacts and wig, pouring himself some champagne and sipping it, while he awaited his chere in high anticipation.

Hearing the door open, he turned around and was assaulted with the vision of his Rogue standing there in the soft back glow of the lights, making his eyes pop, jaw drop and almost drop his glass. She walked up to him slightly shy. Regaining his composure, he settled for letting his eyes roam her scantily clad body. Seeing his reaction gave her confidence.

Her long auburn and white hair had been let loose to spill down her back and across her shoulders in their natural waves and her emerald eyes shone at him. She wore a bra revealing much of her cleavage, barely concealing anything, made of black lace with deep green satin peaking from underneath the sheer lace. She wore a pair of small matching panties that formed a slight V in the front far below her pierced belly button, allowing a full unobstructed view of her tattoo, and showed quite a lot of her butt from the back, but wasn't a thong. Over this, she wore a short sheer negligee of hunter green, stopping just above the bottom of her butt, showing a lot of cleavage, accented with black lace, showing off her long legs and the milky white skin of her body.

"Ah take it that ya like," said Rogue, gesturing to herself.

"Why, of course, Rogue," he said, with a smirk, ingraining the image into his brain forever. He placed down his glass on a table and approached her in three long strides, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him in an embrace, getting serious for one moment.

"Are you sho' you want this, Rogue? I ca-" he started, but she stopped him with her finger upon his lips.

"Yes, I want you so much," she whispered, gazing into those beloved ruby eyes, clouded with desire for her and knowing that he wanted her just as much and she had never wanted any other man to be her first. He was the only one she would give her virginity to whole heartedly, the only one she'd ever loved with all her heart and she couldn't fathom giving herself to anyone else. There was only him, the one she lived and breathed for.

He answered her passionately simple with a kiss. It was a kiss communicating his eternal love for her. She could feel it, feel the way that he loved her, like she would never be loved otherwise by any other. It was an ocean, boundless and free, his love, and like a fish, she would die without his loving waters. The ocean, it enveloped her completely, surrounding her world, never letting her go and she relished that. It was her home, her sanctuary, her sanity when the world was torn apart. He saved her, in every way a human can be saved, simply with the love he held in his heart for her. He had given to her his heart, long ago and she would always hold it, no matter what. He had stolen hers from the beginning, she realized. And then she knew, knew that there was no possible better feeling than feeling him so close, feeling his passion, his desire and knowing he felt hers right back.

Feeling his loving hands caressing her body, touching her so intimately, knowing that he had never done this, making love, with anyone else, made her heart soar. She knew that she was the only one who he had ever truly loved. His skin against hers was so wonderful and she relished every moment, remembering the days, not so long ago without his gentle touch. He sent shivers down her spine with the way he stroked her, excited her, made her feel so alive, after being dead for so long, trapped and caged. His lips all over her body, sending her into bliss and euphoria, a monk could never hope to achieve. The way his hands followed the curves of her body, so soft, gentle and tender, yet so sensual made her breath hitch, made her heart beat fast and her brain go into overdrive. She knew he was committing every part of this to his memory. He gave her freedom and all she really wanted to do was repay that in thanks.

And at last, she could feel the body that tempted her so, that attracted her, pulled her like a flood victim runs to high ground. Just like he could touch her, she could touch him, in a way so intimate; that she didn't know it was in her. She could kiss him and caress his body too, in a way that she never had been able to, treasuring it, remembering every sensation, knowing he was doing that too, since this gift could be taken as easily as it was given. Realizing how incomplete she was without him, she knew she was never happier in these tender moments. She was never closer to him than now. They never needed words to communicate anyway. His body was so breathtaking and she was an eager explorer, discovering it all for herself. She was pleased with the way his body reacted to her touch, just as he was by hers. Plainly, she was happy to touch his body and find every crevasse like never before, going over details she never noticed until then. Rogue memorized every sensation of this moment, this magnificent, glorious moment, just for the two of them.

She felt her soul bound to his, forever linked, when she felt them finally join, unify, and it was perfection, really, utter perfection. They were one and all the feelings, emotions spinning out of control, burning an intense passion greater than even the sun fell into place and focused. Love, so deep, passionate and true was it's driving force and both felt a marvel like never before. It was the joining of souls. In this time, they knew, knew that they were truly meant to be together forever and that time was irrelevant, all they really needed was each other. It was skin on skin, it was bliss, it was a pleasure like never before, igniting all the senses, but mostly, it was the unification of two people so in love to one entity. They shared in their nirvana, their pleasure, their peaceful, fervent release, so many times and then finally, when exhaustion and satisfaction came, they were compelled to sleep, only by the tiredness in their bodies, falling asleep together, in peace.

(Sorry, but I'm really NOT writing a full blown smut scene. I really don't wanna change the writing and well, I just think if I wrote every little dirty thing they do, I think it'll end up sorta cheesy and wrecking the moment between them. Not only that, I'm just not comfortable with writing it as of now. Plus, your dirty little minds can come up with much more hot, sexy things than I can possibly put into print. Frankly, I think the imagination can be used here, quite nicely…again...)

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This was supposed to be longer, but I think I have to update this now, before you absolutely fry me and just include my ideas for next chapter, since this is so overdue. I think I'll just keep you all pleased with the fact that this chapter was super fluffy and involved lots of making out and they had sex. Savvy? Kewl.

I'm sure you can contend yourselves with the fact that I gave you another poem and another one shot...plus...AME is on my next list of to do things...look for that late Septemberish...then look for URX after that...

Before you wring my neck for how late this is, please take into consideration that I am a full time high school student and school really does come up for me, so my time for reviews and writing really is limited and I plan to make a much better effort than last year. I am an IB student on top of that, meaning that I have a higher work load and much more intense course to learn in four subjects, being Biology, English, Social Studies and Art, even though they're not all in the same semester…but Bio is full year… IB has tons of requirements and such. On top of that, I'm a year ahead in my math due to my IB schedule, so I'm going to be writing a diploma this year, two in fact, a Bio one as well, so even though, I'm late sometimes, please know that I'm out there reading, even though I don't always review. I wanna take the time to give all a nice big fat long one. So yeah.

Ah, yes, and while on vacation, I got ideas for some rather, well, depressing, but great Romy. For some reason, it's very Remy's life sucks. Let me know if you wanna read it, I'll probably start the fics, when I finish with 'The Road to Forever.' One will be a oneshot, I think, though really long, it'll be called 'Sacrifice.' The other will be a full length fic written in first person of both their point of views, called 'The Still Beating Heart.' I've got some absolutely great dialogue for them too…Unlike some of my other fics, let's just say that Rogue and Remy will be definitely put through the wringer…but it'll work out, I promise. I'm not THAT evil. I'm sure some of you think I'm rather putting them through the wringer in 'Underground Ressitance X'…but that's rather light compared to these…hehehehe…the end rewards are nice though. I think all Romy stories need a healthy dose of tragedy, angst and horrible circumstance to make the happiness really work out for them in the end. In 'A Mutated Existence' they're gonna be dancing around each other for awhile yet…Anyway, I'm back from vacation, ready and recharged to bring you more fanfics, even when school starts to suck.

As per usual, please review, the fact that you guys aren't reviewing some of my fics is really disheartening, when I know that you can. SO PLEASE REVIEW!

Thank you.

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