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Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations and do to the rating of this story, if you under eighteen, you should not be reading this.

A/N: YEA! Merry Christmas everyone. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed me. All of you are great and I love you. You're the one's that's been keeping this stroy running and if you're reading and not reviewing, please please please review. I need reviews. Now, this chapter is better then the others because my fabulous, wonderful, super-chic editor: 3 WEEKS, has fixed this chapter and made it look pretty for all of you, so what's this mean? you ask. It means all my idiotic mistakes were corrected and she added some wicked good stuff that I loved very much and I hope you will to. 3 WEEKS, thank you thank you thank you for putting up with my laxness and horrible blunders. You're lovely my little feather! Now, on with good ROMYNESS.

Warning II: Again, this chapter contains sexual scenes of complete Romy goodness only. You have been warned a second time.

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Chapter Five-Wake Me Up

He hadn't meant to hurt her...

If the chat had let him in...If the girl hadn't persisted in locking him out...he wouldn't have had to take such measures. It wasn't so bad, however, not something Rogue wouldn't expect. But it jeopardized the deal Kurt and he had made, and if her protective, Germen brother knew, he would most likely break-off the set-up within a heartbeat.

He moved inaudibly to move a stray strand of hair within her closed eyes. Her chest slightly rose and fell beneath his own and he paused, entranced momentarily by the vulnerable nature she was in. Rogue, his Marie, had her defenses down and he wanted to believe that it was because of him. That it was because she trusted him.

' Never had no one's trust b'fore, ' he slightly mused in his head as he concentrated on her still face; his eye's slightly glowing crimson. Yet now she slept soundly in his bed, not willingly of course; he had knocked her out. Now she slept so he could " torment " her with the dreams that were due. The dreams that she and Kitty had prevented him from giving. He would hold nothing back and he hoped...

He hoped...

She knew she was dreaming...and there was no escaping it...

"But is it so bad, chere? " he breathed upon her skin, his lips whispering against the side of her neck, lifting her hair for better access. Her eyes involuntarily rolled in the back of her head and her fingertips began to tingle, her mind suddenly phased into the comfort and pleasure of the breathy kisses that were moving closer and closer to her throat, her last thought noting that the room was deliciously warm.

She didn't want to turn around. She didn't want to look into his eyes fearing of what she might do. " Mon cher, " he whispered achingly, his voice filled with desperate need, pulling one of her shoulder-sleeves off, revealing the smooth, cream-like texture that was her skin, making his way to the newly discovered flesh as one of his taught, hard arms encircled her waist. His hand trailed under her shirt and he raked his fingers against her stomach, making her shiver in the tickling pleasure that washed over her.

He traveled his way back to her head, craning his neck from behind her to graze his lips at the base of her throat. Suddenly, everything paused. No movement was made. The air was still and quiet, it seemed as if time had momentarily stopped. Her thoughts began to retrace the latest events in a mad web but then...his tongue darted out, moving silkily and painstakingly slow against her throat. The silence was instantly broken by the sharp intake of breath that was emitted from her mouth.

Remy's tongue left a wet trail along her skin, working its way down to the base of her throat, where he paused slightly before grazing his teeth against the tender flesh. His fingertips gently moved against her stomach, making her muscles tense and her knees weak. A longing was beginning to stir within her and without thought; her head fell to his shoulder, giving him more access as he took the opportunity to lock his mouth fervently against hers. It was heaven, it was hell, it was the things that reached deep down within the core and unmercifully ripped it out to expose it to the world. She was tumbling and trembling, too shaken for reason and the quaking of the world wouldn't end. She responded instantly, warring a battle with his tongue that had seeked passage and had entered her own mouth, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Remy's clever hands pursued their way up Rogue's chest and cupped an ample breast, feeling its fullness, in its grasp. A gasp caught deep in her throat as his thumb grazed her nipple, till it hardened, causing little shocks to run through out her body, sending heat waves to her core.

The storm was only beginning and with each passing second would it turn more violent. As she mentally and hazily noted his hand sliding downward, she wrapped her arms around his neck behind herself. It was so much easier to give in. So much easier to let the feelings overcome her and do what her heart and body screamed for her to do. In the morning, he would taunt her like he always did, smirking with that amused smile, but now it didn't matter. Now...it didn't matter...

The thief's hand had worked it's way into her undergarments, her breathing became hitched and her body squirmed when he parted her slowly, gazing intently into her eye's making note of her reaction, the lust and the passion clouding his eye's immensely. She stared into his eye's, questioning and pleading when he stopped and without warning, her oculars clamping shut as she cried out when he thrust his fingers within her. Her body jerked with it and began to shudder, as he did nothing, allowing her to adjust, his heart clenching at the reactions and expressions that ran across her face, silently relishing in the power he held over her. He loved power, the energetic rush when he charged something, the victory over a dangerous heist, but nothing, nothing, could compare to the feeling he had at the power he had over her.

" Move wit' me, mon petite belle, " the cajun's voice whispered, his own breath unstable as his arousal increased ten-fold at the feel of Rogue's inner walls clamping around his fingers. "Dat's right, mon chere" He encouraged. Slowly he began to move within her and her head bent down, her hair shielding her face while she tried to contain the moans that raged to be released within her throat. He released his hold on Rogue, removing himself from her and whipped her around, making her dizzy and confused as to where she almost collapsed. With a rough and demanding kiss that bruised and bled her lips, he resumed to their former position. Rogue moaned at the return of pleasure as Remy tried to stifle a groan. Gliding his other hand down her leg, he lifted her knee and wrapped it around his waist, spreading her further and giving him better access. Her hips moved slowly and jerkily as the rhythm began to pick up and her pleasure was burning inside, crawling before the surface and warming her from the inside out.

It wasn't enough. "Faster, " she cried out, her breathing becoming ragged as he picked up the pace without question, his own breathing harsh as he hardened at the sight of her. He wanted to leave her on the brink and begging for him to be inside of her when he was done, yet he didn't know if he could wait that long.

Yet his train of fear stopped when her inner walls suddenly constricted around his fingers and a cross between a sob and a sigh escaped her petal plum lips. " Remy...Ah..., " he knew the realization was sinking into her brain and he wanted to put a stop on her thoughts before she came to an undesired conclusion. " Why is it bad, chere? B'cause yo X-men said's it is? If it weren't fo' dem, would Remy be so bad fo' ya? "

Rogue fell from the pleasurable cloud she had been drifting on and something shattered within her mind.

It was true. If not for everyone at the institute, being with Remy would not even be considered remotely wrong. She had always claimed herself independent. She had never realized how much influence they had worked into her over the years. Their opinions had eventually become an everyday consideration for her and she never really realized it. It wasn't a bad thing...yet she had always seen herself as kind of alone and didn't pay attention to the silent voice that whispered, ' What would Logan think ' or ' Would Kitty wear this if you bought it for her ' or ' Jean probably did better. The thoughts were unconscious, yet somehow, she had formed a family and by doing that, she had given and denied herself things because of them. One of the things she denied was Remy because her family had seen him as an enemy.

She physically shook her head, making Remy stepped back slightly. He knew she was mentally fighting with her inner feelings and he wanted to give her, her space.

She wouldn't deny herself...love? Was it love? It didn't matter. There was something and she was taking the chance. Even if it was a gamble. Even if it was with the King of Hearts. Yet she wanted to be awake. She wanted it to be real. She wanted it now.

Her family would forgive her. They would have to. Because she didn't know if she could let it go now that she had made her decision...

" Wake meh up," she whispered, almost tragically.

" Chere, yo-"

" Now. Wake meh up. " She raised her head, a deadfall smile upon her face, " Touch meh and take me home. " The thief looked at her questioningly and she moved closer, her body pressed firmly against his, making his body tense and ache once more, " Ah want to be awake when ya make love ta meh. Then we talk 'bout New Orleans. "

A fast seductive smiled spread about his face, " N'Awlins, chere? Why, dere's no betta place. "

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