The party was in full swing, with the music pumping and people halfway to shitfaced. Rogue had taken Emma's suggestion and booked two rooms at the Hellfire Club, an almost exclusive country club on the mainland that specialized in weddings, engagement parties, and things of that sort. After blindfolding the happy couple and using all the mutants' collective powers to keep everything a secret, the two parties, groom's and bride's "last night single" parties, separated and converged into two separate rooms. It was more like a dual room, with two mirrors in the connecting wall. Each was a two-sided mirror, with one showing the girls into the boys' room and just out of sight one showing the boys into the girls' room. It had been specially designed for bachelorette and bachelor parties, and Rogue was happy that she'd booked it. Of course, in a few minutes the boys wouldn't be so happy that Sean had let Rogue do everything.

Thinking of her plans made Rogue giggle evilly and Betsy took notice. "What are you laughing at, luv?" Betsy was swaying on her stool, one of the few who were already full-on drunk. As designated driver, Rogue wasn't touching alcohol. Not that she minded. She was getting a lot of good black mail material tonight.

"Ah'm thinking of my dastardly plan."

Kitty laughed from where she was sipping her cosmopolitan and ogling Piotr through the mirror, though he didn't know it. "What are you, like, planning?"

"Well..." Rogue listened as a slight bell-like jingle started coming closer. "Y'all are about to find out."

All twenty of the ladies, some mutants, some human, and mostly young, turned to the door to watch a tall, muscled man saunter in. He was dressed in a black cowboy outfit. The bell sound had been his spurs turning. Betsy's mouth dropped open as she took in his dark hair, deep tan, and obvious...large accoutrements.

"Oh, my god! Is he what I think he is!" Betsy asked, slightly drooling. The rest of the girls mimicked her actions, though Jean struggled to keep her composure.

Rogue stood and moved behind the stripper, nicknamed James the Gunslinger, and laughed. "Ah introduce James...our entertainment."

James grinned in a lascivious manner and caused a few of the girls, and Betsy's mother, to swoon. He set his radio on the bar and pushed play. Kid Rock's "Cowboy" started to play, and like that the feeding frenzy began. James pulled off his jacket, revealing his wife beater and oiled up skin. Unable to resist Rogue teasingly rubbed her hand down his chest. Kitty screamed in delight, and on the other side of the wall, the boys took notice.

For the most part Warren and Scott had ignored the mirror, preferring to keep their minds on the game. When the boys who had been looking yelled, they decided to take a look. Leaving their cards where they lay, the two joined Kurt and Remy at their mirror. Through it, they watched as Jean slipped a twenty into one of James' "guns" and laughed.

"I'm not sure I like this," Scott said, watching as his girlfriend shook her breasts at the stripper, who by now had removed his shirt and was working on the pants.

"I know I don't," Warren replied. He elbowed Remy and nodded towards the spectacle. "You know...that would be a good profession for you."

"Haha, you're so funny, mon ami," Remy replied sarcastically, his eyes not on the male stripper but on Rogue who was edging out of the room. He turned on impulse and decided to follow. Before he could get out of the room, a brightly colored obese woman stepped in. Needless to say, Remy froze. "Merde."

"What-" Warren turned and likewise froze.

"This the Worthington bachelor party?" The woman asked, her voice deep and husky.

Remy smiled, suddenly figuring out what was going on. "Oui, chère. Dis be Warren, de groom!" Remy slapped Warren on the back and propelled him towards the older stripper.

The woman grinned and plopped her own radio down, which started blaring Tommy Lee's "Get Naked". With a laugh, the rest of the boys forced Warren to sit. The woman was hilarious, making jokes as she danced her way around Warren and teased the other boys. In the corner, Sean hid his head and cursed Rogue. He'd said to get a hot stripper...

Rogue passed by the door at that moment and laughed at the sight. Warren was blushing as the stripper, whose name was Mary Jane, shoved her enormous breasts into his face and jiggled. "Well...isn't that interesting?" She asked in her husky Southern voice. Laughing she walked away, but she had grabbed Remy's attention again and he followed.

Rogue didn't notice and continued towards the restroom. James' greasy chest had left her hand all icky and she hadn't wanted to wipe it off in front of the group. They were way too drunk and having too much fun. Rogue just wanted a sober second to her sober self.

Behind her, Remy followed in the darkness, his red eyes following every movement of her silky slip dress. It was bright red and meant to grab attention. By the way she'd been flirting with Sean on the way over, he wasn't sure she meant it to grab his, but it had and now she had to face the consequences.

Entering the ladies room, still oblivious, Rogue quickly washed her hand and was drying it when she glanced in the mirror, just in time to watch the Cajun slip in. He stood there for a second, his eyes scathing as they glanced over her figure. Outside, music from both rooms echoed down, now a mix of Akon's "Bellydancer" and some nameless Latin tune. In the restroom, it was silent.

Rogue set down the towel, but refused to turn to him. "What?"

"You look good, chère."

"Ah know."

Remy walked towards, Rogue, and every step made something tighten in her abdomen, putting her on a tight rope with very little balance. "You afraid?"

Rogue laughed but fell silent as the line of his body met her's. "Of you? Never."

Remy passed his hand down her hair and settled it on her hip, gripping it and pulling her tight against him. "You should be."

He sniffed at her neck before nipping her ear. Keeping one hand on her hip, he slid the other around and fingered her long necklace where it lay between her breasts. The low neckline caused the necklace to slip inside her dress and his fingers followed. As his velvet digits rubbed over the top of her breasts, she gasped and jerked against him.

"What are you doin', Swamp Rat?" Rogue said breathlessly. His hand was holding her tightly at her waist, having slipped up there when she'd jerked. It had pulled up her already mini dress and she was now flashing her thigh highs.

"Remy's doin' what he's wanted to for six months, cher...why'd you leave me?" He demanded in a suddenly serious voice. Rogue caught his eyes in the mirror as his hand finally left her cleavage, only to slide down her stomach to settle over her pelvis.

"Ah had to."

Remy shook his head and gripped her tighter. In the soft light of the mirror his eyes burned liked flames and Rogue answered those flames with cool eyes. It infuriated him that she could be so cold to him after all they'd been through. "Give me a real answer, Rogue."

Remy slid his hand lower, so that it was now over the small strip of cloth she was calling underwear. He could feel the heat she was projecting through the lace and it called to him, stirring him to life in his boxers and making said hand shake just a little. He used the tips of his fingers to rub gently at her, making her whole body shake.

"We can't do this, Remy!" Rogue gasped aloud as she slid her arms back around his neck and pulled him close. He smiled into her hair and pulled his hand away. Rogue wanted to scream in frustration. He had haunted her dreams for six months, with the reality of having him and leaving him being far worse than never having him at all. Who ever had said that to love and lose was better than never loving at all had never been fucked by a Cajun. Memories would be her downfall, Rogue knew, aching for Remy as she was and he'd barely touched her.

"We can, Rogue," Remy moaned into her hair and he pushed the dress up further and exposed the pearly globes of her ass to him, left bare by the thong, and press his erection against her. "We are."

Remy pushed Rogue forward so that she was bent at the waist, her lower body still in contact with his, but her upper body leaning over so much that she was about to spill out of her top. He watched as she struggled for air, causing her chest to heave and draw his attention. In reaction, he unconsciously rubbed himself against her, feeling her heat soak into his crotch area with every movement.

Remy was enjoying this set up so much so that he didn't hear the steps coming that way until they were a few feet away. He jerked Rogue up and pulled her into a stall with him scant seconds before two of the ladies came in. Before Rogue could object, he'd wrapped his arms around her and had his mouth on her's. Finally, she realized that they were no longer alone.

"Wow...that Scott is quite attractive."

Kitty's giggle floated into the air at Emma's words. "Yeah...I swear, every new girl at the academy had a crush on him when they get there. He's pretty devoted to Jean, though. He's never even, like, looked at another girl...well, except for Rogue, but that was before Jean."

Emma scoffed. "Rogue? Well...Sean liked her well enough. Where did she go anyways?"

Remy scowled at a mention of Scott and Rogue in the same sentence at looked down at the woman he had pressed against the stall. Outside, the women continued to chat as they caught their breath and freshened their make up.

Rogue looked so shell-shocked as they stood there that he couldn't resist a kiss. Of course, the kiss led to touching and within seconds, Remy had her against the stall with her legs around his waist. Her skirt was bunched up around her own waist and the small thong was no protection against the roughness of his jeans. He grinded against her, eliciting a small sound that delighted him to no end. Still, the duo outside took no notice, having been laughing when Rogue had squeaked.

Remy suddenly had an evil idea occur to him. He unzipped his pants and felt his erection fall out and hit that throbbing area of Rogue's anatomy. She gave him a sharp glance and nodded to the door, which while locked, gave no protection against noise. He merely grinned and ripped away her underwear, causing her to jerk against him and make him moan.

"Did you hear that?"

Emma sighed. "Hear what?"

"A noise, obviously." The two girls froze and went silent, just as Remy started to slide his way home into Rogue. Her mouth was open and she was gulping air but Remy could tell that she wanted to moan. Silently laughing, he began to move in and out, slowly, torturing his chère as she tried to move, but between him and the wall she had nowhere to go. Remy started to move faster, not caring that a soft smacking sound carried as he moved.

Rogue gasped and bit her lip. Remy was doing things to her, coiling a wire tighter and tighter inside her until she was so tight that her heels were drawing blood were they wrapped around his waist. Remy covered her mouth with his hand as he slammed into her, causing her eyes to slam open and her mouth to open in a silent scream.

"I don't hear anything. You're drunk," Emma explained as she hurried from the restroom, all too aware of what was going on since she was a telepath. Kitty followed, doubtful of what she'd heard and hurried back for the encore performance of James. Inside the restroom, Remy replaced his hand with his mouth and continued to fuck Rogue.

He was slamming into her so hard that her ass was making slapping sounds as it hit the wall behind her. With a pull of his strong arms, he'd snapped one of the strings holding her dress up and had pulled it down to tug at her breasts with a free hand. As Rogue convulsed around him, Remy expected to blow but was pleasantly surprised when he continued to go strong.

Tired of hitting the wall behind her, Rogue placed her feet on the wall opposite, trying to gain some leverage. She got a little leverage with one foot on top of the paper dispenser, but the other kept slipping and causing her to slide down the wall, only to be pulled up again by Remy.

Sensing the problem, he took care of it by pulling said leg up and over his shoulder. Then it became a whole different ball game. He was hitting that spot, the one that made any girl dissolve into a puddle of water. Rogue didn't dissolve but Remy couldn't really tell through all the hot wet he was thrusting into.

Things were getting hot in that stall, and it wasn't just the temperature. What had started out as a game had turned into a desperate attempt by both to mend something that was broken.

Rogue gripped Remy's shoulder as she feared for her sanity. She was seeing stars and everyone of them was laughing at her as she screamed for Remy to fuck her harder. He obliged and started to plunge into her without mercy. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the small space, with every small moan and sigh driving Remy to possess Rogue with everything he had.

The walls of the stall were shaking and they were both so slick with sweat that keeping leverage was getting hard. Remy showed no sign of letting up however. For five minutes, then ten he kept moving inside her, through several orgasms of her own until it seemed like they'd been together in that restroom forever.

Already sore from hitting the wall, Rogue was beginning to chafe from the constant movement, not to mention the feel of his jeans on her sensitive inner thighs. She was gripping Remy to her and he was grunting in her ear, as much lost to the sensations as she. She could barely see his face but what she saw was anger so large that it was rage, and a sadness, and it was the sadness that hit her hardest.

Rogue put both of her hands on his face and pulled it close to her's. She spread kisses all over it as he slowed down, not cumming but growing tired as she was, too. "Remy...baby...its okay...Ah love you...Ah need you...please..."

That was all it took. With a jerk and a loud moan, Remy shot into her one last time, and came, causing her to orgasm again. They held each other like that for a few minutes, both of them exhausted.

"Did you mean it, chère?"

Rogue raised her heavy-lidded eyes and stared at him in question. "Hmmm?"

Remy slammed his hand into the wall beside her face and woke her up. "Do you love me, Rogue?"

"Yes...Ah always have," Rogue stated, completely sure of her feelings, just as she had been six months ago. It had never been her feelings that she questioned...it had always been his. Even now, in a restroom at her ex-boyfriend's bachelor party, with Remy still deep inside of her and his seed on her thighs, she wasn't sure what Remy felt. It was this situation that she'd always sought to avoid.

"Why'd you leave? Why'd you leave me if you loved me?"

Rogue set her head against his shoulder and pulled him close. "Ah left because I loved you."

Remy shook his head. "No...dat's not an answer."

Rogue pushed Remy away and waited until he'd set her down to speak. "It's the right answer."

She picked up her thong, but it was too torn to wear. Sighing she opened the stall and started to leave. Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked liked she'd been ravished. There were whisker burns on her face and chest, and the sexy, but sweet dress she'd put on mere hours ago was ruined. One strap was broke, it was wrinkled, and there were small stains on the hem. Her hair fell around her face in careless curls, and her make up was smeared. Behind her, Remy didn't look much better.

"What do you see, when you look at me?"

Remy caught her eyes in the mirror, his red against her green. "Now?" She nodded. "I see de woman I love, I see my work on you like a visible mark on your skin." Remy wrapped his hand around her neck and drew her close, her back to his front, mirroring how this entire situation had started. He ran a finger down her neck, stopping on each of the small hickeys he'd placed there. "Dese are my marks. I made dem. Dey means dat you are mine."

Rogue sighed, and asked the one question she'd been thinking for four fucking years. "Do you love me?"

Remy stared into her tearing eyes and didn't look away. "Yes. I have always loved you, chère. Since de day I took you home to mon père."

Rogue smiled bitterly. "Ah didn't know. How could Ah? It doesn't matter."

Rogue started to leave, but Remy's steely grip on her wrist wouldn't let her. "What do you mean, it doesn' matter? It matters to Remy, damnit!"

"Ah can't go back to who Ah was six months ago. Ah won't."

Remy smiled, and it was bright and shiny and mesmerized Rogue. "I don' want you to, chère." He rubbed away the tear that had fallen from her eye and gently brought her close. "I come here. I stay with you."

"You goin' to stay with me? What makes you think Ah want you?"

Remy grinned, but it wasn't gentle or soft. "What makes you t'ink you have a choice?"

Rogue started to protest but his lips were on her's and something momentous was happening. Things were righting themselves in the universe and somewhere Fate was taking notice. Remy didn't let up but kissed Rogue until she stopped protesting and was holding on to him just as tight.

"You wanna blow dis joint, chère? Go find somewhere private?"

Rogue smiled through her tears and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Before they left, Remy threw his jacket over her shoulders. Instead of saying good bye, the couple snuck out the back door. After all, they wouldn't be missed and it was still several hours until the club would close and the parties would be over. The duo wanted some time alone in the house before then. Little did they know as they stared at each other on the boat ride over that the house wasn't as empty as they thought.

YOWL! LIKE A FOX! Yeah, baby! Our fav couple is back together, and despite still needing to have a good long talk, they're on their way to a happy ending. Only a couple more chapters left, and don't worry! That pesky plot thing is so not lasting long...it just needs to work itself out a little!

Once again...check out my buddies Thriller and Eileen Blazer! They write some of the best stuff on site, though they're on opposite ends of the writing spectrum...with Thriller being naughty and smutty fluffly...and Eileen with her plotted out intricate fictions...wow...I love them both...

For my readers:

IvyZoe: I actually felt the exact same way. I've always hated it when FF writers make her weak and sappy. My girl is strong!She don't let no man walk all over her! And she ain't celibate...why be? She spent all her horny teen years being untouchable...she had to get even with the rest of the people in the world.

thriller: Aww...I'm sorry. I know how you feel. I've had a couple dogs put down because of old age or disease. It's a horrible thing to go through. You have my sympathy. And on a side note, I actually started writing and publishing a sequel to Time and Time Again, but I couldn't get into it, and as any sequel would have to be as long as if not longer, I decided to put it off. I'm contemplating going back though. I would tweak somethings, and probably revise TATA before doing so, so if I did, it'll be later.

ishandahlaf: LOL...I love your reviews, you make me laugh...so, don't worry! That plot problem isn't one for long...but all my stories, even fluffy ones have to have a plot/conflict of some sort. Besides, they're X Men! Without conflict they fade and die! So, here's your update...quick as a bunny on crack.

Musagirl 15: LOL...you read Traitors, too? I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was one of thefirst fics that I ever wrote.

Selene:I'm glad you liked Lock and Key. Ironically, I totally was going to do a sequel after I finished it, but by the time I did finish it I had become a hard core ROMY shipper and everytime I would try to write it, Warren came out possessive jerk-ish and Remy like a saint. I liked the way Rogue and Warren were at the end and I decided that any sequel I wrote would destroy that. So, I apoligize, but I seriously doubt there's going to be a sequel. I love that you liked it, though.

Special thanks to everyone else, who love, like, or are addicted to the story (you know who you are): Angel Himura, GWFreak 315, Le Diable Blanc, Chica De Los Ojos Cafe, and Nettlez. All your comments and reviews were welcomed and cherished.