Nettlez-LOL. Thanks, he's a thief, what can he not do. LOL. ;-) Masterpiece huh? It's good to know you like it that much. You're too kind.

Cat2fat900-LOL. Thanks. And yes, she can touch, no you're not slow. Glad you like it.

Princess- Wow. Thanks. Just happy you're enjoying it.

Bored247- LOL. Thanks. Let's just see how Rogue reacts when she finds out. Hehehe :-)

Guarded Secrets- LOL. Thanks. Don't worry about it, I do the same thing too. But I am going to say that Rogue is 20 and Remy seems good at about 22. I wanted them young, just not too young. Since she was on a private jet and all plus him having to pass off as a pilot. LOL. :-)

IvyZoe- LOL. Definitely a challenge. Oh, and yes, that's exactly why he destroyed the radio. He does want off the island though, just not in a way that sends him to prison. LOL. Glad you're enjoying it. :-)

BananaPanda- LOL. But of course, it's Remy we have here. :-) I'm really glad you like it though.

Just wanted to thank everybody for reviewing this one. Was really surprised this morning when I looked at all the reviews for just my first few chapters on this one. You guys just blew me away.

TOUCH

Remy looked her over for a moment smirking, then decided to stand up, but never took his eyes from hers. He slowly closed the distance between them, but Marie stood her ground.

"Dat true?" he asked her in a seductive tone. She did not waver, instead she took one step back and raised her hand to him. He did not move, just continued his stare. But then he grabbed he covered forearm and pulled the arm to her side.

"Den we make dis interestin', non?" she was surprised from him being so forward, but still refused to back down. He carefully wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in towards him as close as possible. Then, before she could stop him he pressed his lips to hers. At first she pushed back, but then she began to enjoy it as he deepened the kiss. Suddenly, she felt his hand slowly creep up her shirt, which rushed her back to reality, and she let lose her hold on her powers. As soon as she felt that familiar pull, she shoved him back as hard as she could. Marie clenched her head as his memories started to fly through her mind. Remy on the other hand, was breathless as he laid there on the sand, trying desperately to keep himself conscious. The last thing that he saw before he passed out was an angry Marie standing over him, her eyes matching his own.

When Remy woke up, it was already dark. He turned his head to see Marie sitting near the fire, her back to him. His eyes went wide but his smirk grew as he realized what she was doing. She must have thought that he would have been knocked out for a lot longer, because she was taking off her green, long-sleeved shirt and was changing into a black tank top. Once she had it on, she turned around to add some wood to the fire when she noticed his red glowing eyes looking at her intently. Anger bubbled in her far past anything she had ever known, but she knew his game. Marie picked up a long sleeved shirt and slowly put it on, leaving it unbuttoned. She stood up smiling at him seductively and sauntered over to him. Seeing this, he thought he had her, he stood up to meet her gaze. All of a sudden her smirk went from seductive to evil grin as she quickly threw a fist towards his face. He looked at her curiously as he rubbed his jaw. Then she went for another, but he saw this one coming and blocked him.

"Ya crazy son of'a bitch!" she yelled at him, but he ignored her, pulling her in for another kiss. This time she broke it fast, finding leverage against his chest, loosening herself from his grasp and slapped him across the face. She walked over to the other side of the fire. He started to make his way over to her, but she only made him walk around in circles around the fire as she yelled, "Don't ya come near meh!"

"Ah know what ya did, Ah know everythin'! This is all ya fault!" He was taken back by her comments.

"Quoi?" she showed him her bare hand.

"Ah take memories, lives, souls, even ya fucked up powers!" Remy just stood there with a blank expression, not sure of what to think, except 'Ya really did a bang up job on dis one Remy.'

"Now, Ah'm stuck heah without any help or way ta get back ta civilization 'cept for that flare gun, which ain't doin' us much use since there ain't nobody flyin' ovah this place anyway. Ain't no ship comin' anywhere close either. All 'cause ya messed up ya own heist. Where'd ya learn ta fly a plane anyway, a video game, ta get us stuck in this mess. An' don't get meh started on ya sick twisted thoughts 'bout meh ya bastard! Ya lucky Ah didn't drain ya dry." and with that she stomped off into the night.