Disclaimer: It has never been said that I am rich enough to own the X-Men. Therefore, I never will.
Author's Notes: Oh, I'm just handing you enough sweetness to rot your teeth out due to cavities the size of cinnamon hearts…
For those in Canada and elsewhere that celebrate it: Happy Remembrance Day! And damn! I got poked by my stupid poppy again. It fell…again…and I lost it…again…like every Remembrance Day…
Oh and I'm blasting Velvet Revolver into my eardrums constantly right now! I heart Slash! He looked so awesome in the Guns N' Roses days…and not too shabby now…lol. It's all about Slash. Scott Weiland is creepy, gaunt and emaciated…especially in tight silver lace up pants…hung low on his pelvis…please don't gyrate your hips at me…shudder…he's scary in the 'Slither' video…don't ask why I put that in…
I'm glad you're all enjoying my huge fluff injected ficcie. It's my little special brainchild. I guess I just sort of wanted to write the Romy with a new twist, one where Rogue wasn't all woe is me and decides she's had enough and is ready to be assertive and just go for it, because she's got nothing to lose and one where Remy wasn't all cool and collected, but just crazed and giddy. They're IN LOVE! That's enough reason for some strangeness. Hey, and this will be the first multiple chapter story that I have ever completed! W00t! Hey, Microsoft Word didn't ding w00t on the spell check! Sweet!
Get ready for another bite of sweet fluff.
Cat2fat900: Hey there! I so look forward to your reviews! Thanks SO much. Yes, of COURSE I'm subtle…like RIGHT NOW! Update SS! LOL! Aww…thanks for the virtual hug that could never be. That was sweet. It made me smile and get all fuzzy…sigh. YES! Crazed Remy is WAY more fun. It's just all about him feeling all super happy and giddy that he's in love and with Rogue and he's just totally excited. I thought it was just a little fun change in him. I'm glad you liked those lines. I'm glad you liked how long raving Remy got. I won't let you panic! Don't worry…scroll down, it's an update.
The-Dragonlugia: Romy does rock! I'm glad you enjoyed it and the cuteness. Thanks for the review.
Ishandahalf: Hey Ish! I know all about what you mean about thinking you have SO much time to write and then it turns out to absolutely none! It sucks. And as for the hand written notes, I keep a set of point form notes on how I want to structure each chapter of my story or just points on Word I type out as I'm writing. I swear, I've got so much of my fic outlined. I just have to write it out…which can take SO long. I also keep in my notes, just these conversations between characters I'm hit suddenly to write, which means I'll have to tweak them later and put them into the fic. Like the convo in 'AME' of John telling Remy that he was 'in like' with Rogue….well…'in like' used to be 'in love' , I changed it to 'in like' because I really wanted to use it in that context and I had written that part where John whipped out his notes and wrote about 'Raoul leaving in a huff after Johann and Pierre question him about Solitaire.' I just saw that whole John thing and was like…what he could say to make Remy leave so abruptly…and then BINGO! LOL! Oh I am SO waiting to see the next chapter of your ficlet! So keep writing.
OH poor you, you forgot your little cotton candy metaphor…well, it's in chapter 9's review from 'AME'. I hope that helps. I loved it, btw. And yeah, I definitely had the fact that Remy was usually so calm and collected when I wrote him so just excited like a kid come Christmas morning. I'm glad you loved the swoon worthy descriptions of his love for Rogue and what not. They're strangely greatly inspiring in that aspect. That and my hopeless romanticism. Ouch, I feel sorry for you, nine hours of class…I've got a first period spare this term in high school, meaning I get to sleep in Mondays and leave early on Thursdays! It's SO sweet. I'm glad I made you happy. This chapter is loaded with enough sugar to give you heavy duty cavities…trust me on that.
Okay, after my words to my faithful reviewers, I bring you some more of that fluffiness that you require.
CHAPTER THREE: MOONLIT CONFESSIONALS:
"Y' are de most amazing woman I have ever met…UGH! Too cliché."
"You've done somet'ing to me! Dieu, I can't get you out of m' head! Y're ALL I t'ink about, every waking moment. When I sleep I dream of y' and all dat we could do. I love watching your every move…Dammit! WAY too stalker…"
"Y' are so beautiful and I when I'm in your presence, I know I must be in heaven, because you are an angel, m' angel…too unoriginal."
"Rogue, your smile is like the brazenly glorious glow of de sun…yeah…a blinding light coming from her mouth…she'll be pleased 'bout dat…"
"Your skin…pale and milky white…is de very glow of de moon…which is a dead rock punctured wit' crators…"
"Rogue, I want to…argh! If I start wit' dat, I'll scare her away…"
"Y' make me feel like I'm 15 and wit' m' first girl all over again, so unsure…everything's so fresh and new…GREAT, just great! Dat sounds WAY too much like sex…"
"WHY DE HELL IS IT SO DAMN HARD T' FIND DE WORDS T' TELL YOU, ROGUE!" called out Remy to the heavens, arms splayed, as if asking God himself.
For all he knew, there should've been a crater the size of China on his bedroom floor by now from all the pacing he had done in the past few hours. He was so anxious he was shaking like that one last autumn leaf clinging to the branch. This needed to be perfect. He needed to tell her that he loved her with his entire being, that he worshiped her like a goddess, that she was his entire world…It was simply a lot to put into words and it had to be perfect. She deserved that. But it wasn't helping that he was stuttering like a moron, and so nauseous he could puke. And he loved that feeling. Why? She did that to him. Yup, he was in deep, way deep, deeper than the deepest ocean deep.
He was strung out and tense and it was all because of her and no matter what words he used, none seemed to come close to adequately capturing all that he felt for her. He was in trouble, he knew. He promised himself that he'd tell her tonight and at this rate, they'd be pushing daisies, before he could finally tell her.
Remy was so out of it that he barely heard the soft knock to his dark wooden door.
"Oh Gawd, what are ya doing? Are ya crazy?"
"That would beh a certifahed yes!"
"Dammit, gal, just knock the goddamned door! It's not that hard. Ya just put ya hand up ta tha door. His door. Tha door that leads ta that room, he's in."
Rogue silently mumbled this conversation to herself in the long length of the hall, walking in tight circles, so as to not draw any attention. Not that pacing around and staring at Remy's door for extensive periods of time without entering was conspicuous…She was a frazzle of nerves.
"Hey, Remy, guess what? I love you…Oh dear lord."
She moved her hand closer to the door…inching slowly, tantalizingly slow to the door…about to knock…when her hand snapped back quickly, as if she'd been burned.
"ARGH!" she groaned in frustration.
Her pulse was racing and her mind was going a mile a minute. She couldn't stand it if she took the leap and Remy rejected her. She'd just shrivel up and die.
"Knock on tha door, just knock on tha door."
"And then what? Stand around lahke an idiot at this rate…"
She shook her head, shaking loose the cobwebs and hardening herself, trying to summon all the courage she had. She steeled her mind and made a decision.
Taking a deep breath, Rogue knocked on his door, the only thing standing in her way.
"Thank God, a distraction!" uttered Remy, relieved.
He horridly stalked over to his door, plastered on a huge smile and swung it open, only to have it instantly removed from his face and a look of pure unabated shock on his face, his eyes wide.
"ROGUE? Uh…Rogue…hey?" greeted Remy weakly.
"Uh…hi…R-Remy," she returned, flushing, not quite meeting his gaze.
They stood there for long awkward moments, not looking at each other. Remy was leaning against the door frame. Damn. Fate was out to get him! He could feel his pulse instantaneously skyrocket the moment he saw her. That sick feeling returned instantly, much worse, letting him know just how scared and nervous he was. But he had to go through with this, lest they wanted to spend eternity dancing around each other.
"So…uh…y' wanna…umm…come in?" invited Remy with a thin lipped smile.
"Oh…yeah…sure…that'd be great," squeaked Rogue quietly.
Remy moved to the side and gave her enough space to pass through into his room. She gave him a short glance while she slipped into his room and could feel his searing gaze traveling the length of her back as he shut the door to give them privacy. Rogue was now alone, in a closed off room about to admit her feelings to the object of her undying affections. She wanted to barf right on his expensive carpet right at that moment.
Following her into the space, Remy observed her every move as she sat on his bed. She sat down quickly and then proceeded to cross her legs, then recross them, then sit cross legged, then with one leg underneath the other, then with one leg hanging off the edge of his bed. She was sitting on his bed…the bed he slept in every night…it was either gonna make her hurl, give her soothing comfort or dirty thoughts.
It was plain to Remy that she was fidgeting, a sign of great nervousness and anxiety. Why was she here? Finally, she had settled in a comfortable position on his bed and was staring blankly at the interesting deep red paint on his walls…that of which she had seen a million and one times due to all the time she had spent in his bedroom.
Once again, they were silent and while Rogue observed the paint, Remy observed her. She was stiff and rigid, obviously uncomfortable, but why? Well, there was only one way to find out.
Remy gathered his strength and asked, "So why you here, chere?"
"Huh," blurted Rogue unintelligibly before breaking into forced giggles, her mind flying for an answer, "Oh ya know…uh…thare's this totallah great meteor showah tonaht….and your room has the best view of tha lake where it'll come right ovah. Plus, ya told meh ya always wanted ta see one."
He let out a nervous chuckle, "…yeah…dat's right. T'anks chere." He bought it…
One thought crossed Rogue's mind then, 'Thank you, Hank!'
"I'll just uh…turn off de light and we can see it better from de window," suggested Remy. Rogue nodded enthusiastically, almost too enthusiastically.
Flicking off the lights, Remy watched as his room became bathed in darkness, while Rogue took the opportunity to open up his curtains that were perpendicular to his bed, to the great window with a spectacular view of the mansion grounds, which were now swept with a thick blanket of snow. It was a clear winter night. The moon was full and the stars were bright, with the inky sky in all it's dark blue-purple glory. It was perfectly romantic.
Rogue seated herself on the middle of the bed, facing the window, eyes wandering over the stunning landscape. Meanwhile, Remy unearthed a candle and lit it with a faint reddish pink glow of his powers. They didn't bother to go onto the balcony from the French doors, as it was much too cold for their southern blood. He then walked to his bed, letting the candle rest on his night table, providing a faint glow. Remy then came to sit right beside Rogue and followed her lead in watching the darkened sky for any evidence to suggest the meteor shower.
"So when's de meteor shower?" asked Remy. He didn't know what it was about the darkness and the night sky, but he was suddenly calmed.
"Should beh any minute now," responded Rogue, finally finding her voice. Neither had taken their eyes of the window.
"Heh," uttered Remy, acknowledging her answer.
"So how was y' day?" asked Remy, trying to stir up some conversation after another silence.
"Alraiht, yours?"
"Oh, about de same."
"Huh, anything interesting happen?"
"No, not really. Just your typical day, you know."
"Yeah."
He couldn't think of anything else to say, and neither, it seemed, could Rogue. They lapsed into a silence again. Rogue began to look attentively at her hands, picking at Remy's black blankets with her fingers, while Remy tapped his fingers and feet in impatience.
All of a sudden, the two mutants felt as if they were peculiarly being pulled to each other. Their bodies had unexpectedly moved much closer together. There was a hair's breath separating their bodies. The tension was palpable and it felt like they would crack completely under the strain. It was driving them crazy.
"I need to talk to you," they said in unison suddenly as they both whipped their heads around to face each other. Looking away, they colored slightly.
"Y' can go first, chere," said Remy, not sure he wanted to reveal this just yet.
"Oh, no, that's fine, you go," encouraged Rogue.
"Um, okay…well, uh, here goes…" started Remy, taking a breath, "Rogue, chere…I…Dieu, this is so hard."
Rogue's eyes were completely glued to his face; she couldn't move or speak, a look of curiosity and interest on her face. Shaking out of it, she told him softly, "You can tell meh anything, you know that, shugah."
"I know, chere, I know," he replied as he searched her eyes, her vibrantly verdant eyes that he loved so much.
"Well, what I'm trying to say is that…well…argh…" he just couldn't get it out.
He gave his head a light shake to help get the words out. He took a deep breath and moved to clutch her hands in a firm, gentle grip, before returning his garnet and ebony gaze to her eyes.
"Chere, when y' look at me, I see your light, your warmth and it guides m' t' be a better person. I see your belief in m'. I see dat y' care 'bout me. Y' make me alive again. Your eyes look at me wit' such innocence, compassion, kindness and trust, in de shade o' emeralds. And Rogue, I've never seen emeralds as beautiful and perfect as yours. Dey shine like de stars that glow overhead, watching humanity for eternity, unbound by time. It's de light of de angels. Like an angel, y' bring me hope, hope t' live. Y' make me so incredibly happy, more happy dan I can ever remember being. I've never been truly happy until I met y'. Y' are m' entire world and de only thing dat matters to m', de only thing dat's important in m' life. I need y' t' survive now. I don't know how de hell I was still alive wit'out y'," he said to her passionately and sincerely.
Rogue felt her breath catch and her heart stop. He couldn't possibly mean that…
"F'r de longest time, I felt so hollow and bitter, I was in pieces and my heart was shattered and broken. I was in so much pain. But then, I woke up one day to realize dat I didn't feel dat anymo' and dat, is because of you. Y've healed all the pain and took all the suffering away. I've never felt so strongly about a femme, much less any ot'er person. I know dat I would truly die for you. I was so bitter about de world, but y' saved m' from living de life of the cynical. Y' gave m' somet'in t' hold onto, to believe in. I live t' see y' smile and whenever I'm wit' y', I can't help but feel truly happy for the first time in m' life. Your laughter sets me free and warms m' tired weary soul. Whenever y're in de room, y're all I see and all my breath is gone," he continued.
Rogue could feel her eyes beginning to water and tear up. He meant it…he really did…she could feel it completely.
"Whey y're sad, it feels like a part o' m' is dying. And I know I have t' do everyt'in in m' power t' make y' happy again. When y' hurt o' suffer, it feels like de world is ending. When I see you cry, I can't help but want to wipe them away and hold y' 'til y're happy again. Y're so amazingly warm, caring, compassionate and generous dat y' don' deserve any o' dis and I want y' t' really see it and believe it. Y're so strong and look always t' help ot'ers before y'self. Y' powers cause you to suffer so much, every waking moment, but they've never meant dick t' m'. I don't care dat I can't ever touch y' as long as I can be with you. Your touch drives me crazy enough anyway. I've spent so many years hating m'self, but y're takin' away all o' dat by just letting me be in y' presence. So I want to help you fly too. I want t' see y' free. Y' make m' feel like I'm invincible when I'm wit' y', like not'in' possibly can touch m', when I'm wit' y'. And I'm gonna explode if I don' get dis out now…"
'He's gonna say it! He's really gonna say it!' her mind screamed, completely elated.
"I guess what I'm trying t' say, chere, is dat I love you with my entire heart, soul and being," he breathed.
The tears began to flow freely from her eyes now, making silvery streaks down her stunningly beautiful face.
He moved a hand, covered by his sleeve to wipe them away, with a shy smile, as she whispered, "Really?"
"Oui," confirmed Remy.
"Oh," she said shakily before she burst into a sob, letting Remy catch her in his waiting arms, wrapping those strong arms that she felt so safe and warm in. She now knew that in his arms, that first time, all that time ago, she had felt loved. Now it was confirmed.
He stroked her hair and waited for her, whispering sweet nothings to her in soft French.
"Mah world is so crazy. Nothing is ever right. But then, when yah're here with me, it's okay and perfect. Tha darkness is gone and there's only you. It's your voice that guides meh in mah darknest hour and pulls me from the depths of insanity that threaten tah consume meh whole. (this just feels like poetry, for some reason.) It's only you that can save meh. Ya make meh feel beautiful and wanted, like Ah matter. Ah'm everything Ah want tah beh, when I'm with you. Ya set meh free. Ya give meh tha promise of a new day, that Ah'm naught lost. Ya understand meh lahke no one evah has. Ah see tha pain in your eyes and I just wanna make that disappear. Ah want ya ta beh happy. Mah pulse goes a mile a minute with ya near. Ya open ya heart and mind ta meh and let meh see tha beauty that ya hold so close and nevah let anyone else see," she got out between choked sobs.
It made him smile and kiss the top of her head, covered by her silky hair.
"…and…I love you too, so much, that it hurts," she admitted finally, still sobbing emotionally, overwhelmed by it all.
"Shh…it's okay, chere, I know," whispered Remy.
"What? How do ya know that?" asked Rogue, not looking up from where she hugged him as close as she could, holding on for dear life.
"Kitty's constant rantin' and de fact that y' talk in your sleep," said Remy softly, a wide smile on his lips. He didn't know why he had been so apprehensive now. This couldn't have been more perfect right now. He knew Rogue was feeling the same too.
"Ya watch meh sleep?" she asked, surprised, moving to look into his eyes curiously.
"Sometimes," he said sheepishly, "When I can't sleep…"
"Ah cahn't decahde if that's incredibly sweet or disturbingly creepy and stalkerish," whispered Rogue with a grin, stroking his face with her gloved hand tenderly, their faces dangerously close together.
He chuckled and whispered sincerely, "Y're cute."
Rogue turned an interesting shade of bright crimson which spread over her entire body. Looking away, she said softly, "Thanks."
That just made him smile.
"I wanna kiss y' right now," said Remy seriously.
"Ah know, me too," said Rogue regretfully, her eyes sad.
Then, emotionally, she added, "Sometahmes Ah just hate this, so much!"
"Hmm…well, I've never exactly cared 'bout dat, Chere. Y' should know dat by now," said Remy with a smirk and a mischievous look in his eye.
Before she could even react or say anything, he had thrown all caution to the wind, and closed the small space between their lips.
Rogue was too surprised to even comprehend what was happening at first, all she knew was that one moment she was looking longingly into his wonderful eyes, and then…he was kissing her. HE WAS KISSING HER!
Her lips tasted so sweet to him, like vanilla. He loved that. Remy just kissed her softly and sweetly, loving how soft they were. Suddenly, he was shoved off her roughly. He immediately hated it.
"Are ya crazy, Swamp Rat? Ya got a death wish or something?" shrieked Rogue, scared, shocked and loving the kiss all in one.
All the while, Remy just grinned at her.
"Nah, no crazy death wish…" he murmured as he softly stroked her pale face with his bare fingers, glowing in the pale light of the moon and stars. She looked so beautiful then.
She looked to him with a strange mix of awe and shock, "How?" a single tear drop tumbling down from her eyes.
"Don't know, but no cryin', kay, Chere?" he said as his lips met hers again in a fury of passion and time lost that needed to be made up. Their eyes fluttered shut, allowing the sensations take them. His arms wrapped even more smugly around her as he began to run his hand along the curve of her body, gently, eliciting an excited shiver from Rogue. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rogue pulled him even closer. She loved the feel of his lips against her and the passionate way he kissed her, showing her all that he felt for her in a simple action. She completely surrendered herself to his kiss, letting herself melt at his touch. A touch she was sure to be addicted to.
He sucked gently on her bottom lip. She moaned slightly as she felt his tongue brush gently against her lips, causing Remy to smile against her mouth. He loved the way she tasted. Soon, he was granted the entrance he was seeking, and let his tongue explore her mouth. He loved the war their tongues were partaking in for dominance. The moment was so perfect. He felt her hands start to explore his body all the while her lips were glued to his. It felt so damned good.
They broke apart when they were in need of oxygen, both of their breaths coming in gasps. Looking at each other lovingly, a wide stupid grin dominated both their face, still held tightly in each other's arms. He kissed her lovingly on the forehead, causing her to smile. There was no better feeling than being with the one you loved.
Rogue looked out the window, seeing the finale of the spectacular meteor shower.
"Ya missed that meteor shower you always wanted to see," she said slightly sad.
"Well, I don't know about dat. There was just something way better dat was goin' on at de same time dat was WAY better. In fact, I think I'll do it again," he told her with a sweet smile.
And Rogue was more than happy to oblige him.
Aww…don't you love the fluff…well it's over now, I'm sure you all have massive cavities…your dentist should be rich.
Now that this is over, I go back to torturing them endlessly in my fics…evil laugh! Well, sorta…but hey, Romy and angst go hand in hand. I really hoped you enjoyed that. It was SO fun to write and I loved writing it. A weekend of homework waits, but I'm gonna start working whole heartedly on 'URX', I haven't forgotten about it, don't worry!
Damn. It's 1am. I sleep now. Good night.
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