Replay: Slow Motion
Installment 10
Rogue let out a scream as she was tossed up onto a branch of the tree. Remy swung back up into the tree and proceeded to cover his ears. "Chere, please, my ears." he pleaded. Rogue's voice died as her cheeks became flushed. When her embarrassment died down she playfully punched Remy in the arm, who over-exaggerated how much it hurt.
"Ya scared meh swamp rat!"
"O, so you've given dis t'ief a pet name have you chere?" he asked her with a smirk. "You must really like me den'!"
"Ya, rats really a term of endearment." she added sarcastically and rolled her eyes. She didn't get the oh-so-witty reply she had been expecting from him though and when she turned to look at him, she found him staring at her.
"You never did answer my question petite. Why'd ya leave Remy de other day?" Rogue thought back to the argument she had with Pietro, and a sad look made its way on to her face.
"Ah told ya Remy," she said playing with strands of her hair "Ah didn't think ya'd want ta see meh."
"Well, Remy told you dat weren't true," he started "but he ain't so sure dats da real reason." Rogue let the hair in her hand drop and she tilted her head up to look at him.
"Ah don know what ya mean…" she said, honestly confused. With her looking at him like that he noticed the absence of the make-up Rogue usually wore. He moved his hand to brush a white tendril from her face, when she flinched. "Don't" she said as an instant reaction but Remy left his hand near her face.
"My apologies chere, it jus' dat the belle femme looks so beautiful wit'out all dat make-up." Then he brushed the hair away, tucking it ever so carefully behind her ear. Rogue however grabbed at her hair and let it all fall over her face.
"Ah lahke mah makeup." she stated stubbornly, getting a laugh from the Cajun.
"I guess you must be tired of compliments. A pretty femme like you mus' be gettin' dem all da time."
"Hardlay" was her quick reply.
"Now Remy find dat hard to believe." Rogue let out a hard breath. This guy just doesn't give up.Not that she necessarily wanted him to; it was just, that it wasn't a good time. "Was wrong?" he asked, watching her tentatively. She let out another heavy breath and cupped her hands, pushing her hair up and holding it a top her forehead.
"Eva feel lahke everythangs goin' wrong an' ain't nuthin' goin' raght?" she asked, still not looking at him. He didn't answer, just waited for her to explain further. "Ah mean, it was onlay a coupl'a days ago that Ah was gettin' used to tha fact that Ah was gonna be alone. That no one could eva lahke a freak lahke meh…" Remy could see that she was really hurting and only wished that he could comfort her in some way, but thought twice about wrapping an arm around her "an now…Ah jus' don't know how ta deal with it all. Not ya, not…" Remy was curious as to of what she was about to say, when she seemed to have changed her mind and surprised him by asking "Why do ya lahke meh anyways? Ya can't eva touch meh ya know." she stated simply, dispirited.
"Look at me Rogue" he said, and she slowly turned to face him. "Look at my eyes." She did, and instantly found herself entranced by them. They were a gorgeous red, and seemed to shimmer when she looked at them. "Now den, do you t'ink dat my eyes are freakish?" She simply shook her head, continuing to look deep into his eyes. "Don t'ink I'm some kind of… diable?"
"Of course not." she said, his eyes meeting hers.
"Well den dere you go. It isn't everyday dat you find someone who's willin' to accept you for everythin' you are." Remy gently took her gloved hand in his. "And when you do, you don' let them go." Rogue was just taking it all in when, with a smile on his face, Remy dropped out of sight.
"Remy?" she called. Then looked over to see his feet beside her and his legs wrapped around the branch. "What ya doin down there swamp rat?" she asked as she watched him swinging upside down. He stretched out his arms, and then placed them behind his head.
"Jus' hangin' around." Rogue slapped her forehead.
"Ya crazay ya know that?" she asked shaking her head at the lame joke.
"Crazy bout you. Care to join me?"
"Sure, why not" she said with a smile and a shrug. Wrapping her leg around the branch she flipped herself down beside Remy. "Whoa, headrush!" she exclaimed and the two shared a laugh. Rogue dangled her arms down which were almost touching the ground. Remy now had a very nice view of her stomach. (Which he admired greatly.) "Ah, Remy?" she started to ask.
"Ya chere?"
"How do Ah get down?" She looked at him and was concerned about the mischievous look on his face.
"Dat depends…you ticklish?" Both looked at each other, hanging upside down.
"Maybe...why?" and as soon as the question left her mouth she was assaulted with an onslaught of tickles."AH!AHAHAHHA!STOP!AHAHA!STOPIT!" She was laughing so hard, that she began to lose her grip on the branch. "AAA!AHM FALLIN!AHM FALLIN!AAAAA!STOP!AHAHA!" Feeling her legs slipping, Rogue closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the impact of hitting the ground. But for the second time that day, she found herself saved.
"I knew it! You really have fallin' for Remy!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, placing her down on the ground.
"Ya, you're a real riot." she told him rolling her eyes, yet unable to hide the laugh she was trying to hold in. She brushed her clothes off, while Remy leaned against the tree, pulling out a pack of smokes. "Those things'll kill ya, ya know." she said plainly.
"Lies! All lies I tell you!" he replied, acting overly dramatic. "Don' worry chere, ain't never go'n happin'." He lit one and put it to his lips.
"Ya well, tell that ta mah momma." she said, beginning to walk away from him "She died a lung canca'." Remy took the cigarette away from his lips and studied it for a moment before throwing it to the ground and stomping it out with his foot.
"Remy sorry chere. If da smokin' bug you dat much, Remy'll stop." She let out a laugh and turned to face him.
"Ain't that swamp rat. It's just that Ah gotta get goin' before mah…" she stopped herself from saying "leader", it would only lead to a whole lot of questions "friends get worried." Remy raised an eyebrow but nodded in understanding.
"So when will I see the joli femme again?"
"Ah don know. When do ya wanna see her again?" she asked, imitating the way he sometimes talked about himself in the third person.
"Maybe, later tonight?" he asked, moving closer to her.
"Maybe" she replied with a smirk on her face.
"Tonight then." he said, gently taking her hand in his and placing a kiss to it. Then with a slight salute, he disappeared. What a show off!she giggled in her head. Rogue felt something in her hand and looked down to see a small piece of white paper. How did he..?she wondered as she began to unfold the paper. The message on it brought a smile to her face. It read:
8 O'clock
On the Roof
Be dressed for a night out on the town!
A night out on the town huh? Guess this Mississippi gurl's gonna have ta show him how it's done.
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