Work of Art
Chapter Twenty-Five: A City of Love
By DamageCtrl

All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.

There he was, in the flesh. Tall and handsome, with wind blown brown hair and dark eyes looking down at her with a mixture of joy and fear. His frame was draped in dark colored slacks and dark red sweater beneath a black jacket. She could smell the scent of his after shave wafting around her. It smelled familiar.

Her heart lurched forward as Remy stood over her. She wanted to jump up and wrap her arms around him, allowing his arms to hold her in a protective embrace. She wanted to feel his heart next to hers and hear his sweet, melodious accented voice lull her into a delicious daze.

Instead, fear and nervousness took over her and her defenses rose ten fold. Her eyes narrowed and Rogue's lips formed a tight line. "What are yah doing here?"

"What do y' think?" Remy said. He held up the Eurostar ticket. "Taking my seat, chere."

Rogue's eyes widened as she saw that the number of his seat was right in front of her. Her mouth dropped. "But... how did yah...?"

"Y' avoided me all through London, Rogue," Remy told her seriously as he slipped into the seat in front of her. "I've let it gone far enough. Dis ends now."

"What ends now, swamp rat?" Rogue demanded angrily. "Yah stalking meh?" Deja vu...

She watched as his eyes dilated and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. A slight smile curled on his lips as he leaned forward. Rogue was never more glad in her life that there was a table between then. "Mon coeur, we need t' work dis out before it's too late."

"Before what's too late?" Rogue snorted. "And Ah thought Ah ended this back home? Didn't Ah say Ah never wanted ta see yah again?"

"Oui, dat y' did." Remy said. Rogue's eyes were darting around the train car. He could see her mind working, trying to find a way out. His eyes fell to her hands. They were folded on the table in front of them, twisting nervously. His hands reached across the table and wrapped hers in his.

Almost immediately, Rogue jumped. Her eyes looked up and locked on to his intense ones. "Don't...don't touch meh..." she breathed out sharply, trying to ignore the jolt that ran through her at his mere touch.

"What are y' afraid of, chere?" Remy asked in a soft voice. "Y' know I didn't hurt y'."

Rogue turned her head away as she tried to pull her hands away. Remy wouldn't let her go. "Why are yah here?" she asked in a low voice was tears rimmed in her eyes. "Ah didn't want ta see yah!"

"I'm sorry," Remy said seriously. He squeezed her hand gently and released her. Rogue looked up and gasped as he leaned forward and placed a hand beneath her chin. "I can't stop loving y', Rogue. Even if y' don't remember me, I won't stop trying to get y' t' remember. Or trying t' win y' back. Do y' understand, chere?"

"But WHY?" Rogue choked out. Her skin tingled where his hand touched. "Ah'm not the same person..."

Remy's eyes searched hers and he smiled slightly. "Non, chere...dats where y're wrong," he whispered. "Y're de same woman, I fell in love with." Rogue's heart skipped a beat as silent tears escaped her eyes.

"Ah don't want ta hurt yah, sugah..." Rogue whispered back. "Ah can't...Ah can't return yer love..."

"Y' haven't even tried, chere," he replied gently. "How do y' know dat's even true?"

"Ah've tried ta remember yah, Ah have!" Rogue whimpered. Soft hands gently stroked her cheeks. His thumbs wiped away her tears in slow, comforting movements. "But nothing is coming ta meh! Ah can't remember anything about yah! How can yah live with that?"

Remy smiled and slid his hand down her face, imprinting the softness of her skin against his hands. "It's easier t' live like dat den t' live without y'."

Rogue's eyes watered and she let out a sob as she pulled her face away and dropped them in her hands. She shook her head as long brown hair and white bangs fell around her shoulders, hiding her face from view. "Ah don't want ta hurt yah...if Ah don't remember, then Ah'll hurt yah more..."

Rogue rocked in her seat by the window, her shoulders heaving. Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her and she stiffened. Her head shot up, revealing puffy eyes and a flushed face to the man who sat beside her. "Don't cry, chere," Remy told her softly as he drew her into his embrace. Rogue resisted and pulled away. Remy gave her a pleading look. "I'm sorry for making y' cry. Forgive me, for dragging y' through dis."

"Why are yah doing this?" Rogue choked out as she leaned back against the window. "Yah're just wasting yer time with meh."

Remy reached out and firmly grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. "I don't ever want t' hear y' say dat again," he told her seriously. "I love y'...and y' are not, never had been, never will be, a waste of my time, Rogue."

"But I don't remember you..." she choked out again, pained by the mere thought of it.

"Den we'll make new memories for y' to remember," Remy asserted. "Give me a chance, chere..."

"No..."

"Y' said y' don't want to hurt me," Remy frowned, still capturing Rogue's face in his. "If y' send me away now... y've hurt me more then y' ever could by forgetting. Because y're not trying...don't throw dis away, chere...All I'm asking for is a chance."

Rogue stared up into his eyes and lost herself in the genuine emotions she saw going through his eyes. Ah don't know if Ah'm starting ta remember or if Ah'm falling in love with yah all over again... Rogue thought to herself. But... "What if...what if we lost it for good? What if Ah don't love yah any more?"

She saw the pained look flash through his face and felt her heart twist with contempt for her harsh words. Remy swallowed and took a deep breath. "Den...den, I'll let y' be. I want y' t' be happy, chere. And I think y' could be happy with me...again."

Rogue's fingers unconsciously wove through his. "Ah can see," she began softly. "Why Ah fell in love with yah in the first place."

The corners of his lips lifted into an intent smile. Rogue smiled back and leaned forward, resting her head against his shoulders. His arm went around her, cradling her head against his shoulder. "Y' have t' be careful now, Rogue."

"Hmm?" Rogue asked as she closed her eyes, relishing the warmth and comfort he provided her. "Why's that?"

"De first time y' fell in love with me, we both fell hard and fast," Remy whispered as his hand stroked her upper arm lovingly. "Dis time..."

"This time, sugah," Rogue said as she began to doze off. "Yah'll be there ta catch me."

They arrived in Paris' Gard de Nor station around ten that morning. Rogue had fallen completely asleep against Remy and while she slept, he remembered what Kurt and Raven had told him. Rogue cried out for him in her sleep. While she was silent this time, except for the deep breathing that slipped from her lips, her arms did tighten around him.

She nuzzled against him in her sleep, a smile on her face as she relished the warm man beside her. Remy sat in his seat the entire time, gently stroking her hair as she slept. God, how he missed her against him. Her body melted against his, fitting against toned muscle perfectly. It felt so good that Remy found himself annoyed when the train reached the station.

Disappointedly, he nudged Rogue awake. "Chere...chere, wake up..." he cooed softly in her ear. "We're here... we're in Paris."

She moved in his arms and slowly opened her eyes. She kept her head rested against his as she rubbed her eyes. "What? What's going on?" she mused. As consciousness flooded her mind, she sat up stiff and straight. A heated blush ran up her face as she realized she had fallen asleep next to Remy and that the said man, was enjoying watching her wake up.

"Bon jour, Rogue," he said with a slight smug smile. "Welcome to Paris."

"Did Ah sleep the entire way?" Rogue asked nervously. Of course yah did, stupid! AND yah slept ON REMY... And it was the best sleep Ah've had in ages... she added, almost as an after thought.

"We better get going," Remy said as he stood up and stretched. Rogue watched his body stretch out in awe. "We have a long few days ahead of us."

"What? Why?" Rogue asked as she stood up. She stretched her arms and legs as well before following Remy towards where she had shoved her luggage away.

"Dis is the city of love, chere," Remy said as he looked over his shoulder and winked. "What better place t' get y' t' fall in love with me all over again den Paris?"

Instantly, Rogue's face turned red at his words, but before she could answer, he swept in and grazed her lips with a kiss. Green eyes blinked, unsure of what to say as he pulled her bag out and carried it out of the train. Rogue followed after him and hopped off the train car.

Everyone was getting off and Remy waited for her with their bags. She realized he had a simple duffle bag with him and was holding her rolling case. "Ah...Ah can take that..." she stammered.

Remy grinned, noticing she was still shook up from what she realized was about to happen, or was happening, to her. "I got it, chere...now, where to?"

"Ah'm staying at the Bleu Marine..." she trailed off. "Where are yah staying?"

"What a coincidence," Remy said with a wide grin. "I'm staying dere, too."

Jean heard the phone ringing and ran forward, still clad in a towel. "Hello?" she gasped as she snatched the phone.

"Bon jour, Jean!" Remy's voice was loud and happy.

"Remy! Did you find her?" Jean asked excitedly.

"Did I find her?" Remy laughed. "Mon ami, does dis answer y'r question?" He handed the phone to Rogue, who looked up at him questioningly.

"Who is that?" she asked with a frown. Remy just smiled and waved the phone at her. Sighing, Rogue took it. "Hello?"

"Rogue! We were so worried!" Jean gushed.

"JEAN?" Rogue gasped. She looked over at Remy, who was now looking over some prints that were being sold along the river walk.

"I was afraid Remy wouldn't find you, but I should've known better than to doubt him!" Jean beamed. "So...are you two back together?"

"Yah got right down ta the point, didn't yah?" Rogue sighed. She looked up at Remy, who had just been approached by two blonde girls asking for 'directions'. "No...no we're not."

"Oh..." Jean's voice was extremely disappointed. "So...?"

Rogue sighed. "Remy is hell bent on getting meh ta fall in love with him again and-"

"Is it working?" Jean asked. Rogue looked back at Remy. The two tourist girls were laughing and he laughed with them. They asked him something and Remy shook his head. He turned his head and looked over at her lovingly.

Yes. "No," Rogue said stubbornly. She winced. "Ah mean...Ah don't know...he caught me on the train. Ah guess Ah should give him a chance."

"Yes, you should," Jean said, using her 'teacher' voice again. "You were miserable without him."

"How could Ah be miserable without him when Ah didn't even remember him?" Rogue fumed.

"Trust me, honey, everyone could tell," Jean stated. "But hey, you're in Europe with a man who loves you. Don't throw this chance away! We're all rooting for you!"

"What do yah mean 'all'?" Rogue asked.

"Everyone knows that Remy went after you," Jean giggled. "Kitty had little hearts in her eyes when he showed up at the airport, ready to go."

"Wait, WHO told him-"

"Opps, I've said too much," Jean said, probably still smiling from their San Francisco apartment. "Have a great time! Bring me back something nice! Bye!" She hung up and Rogue looked at the phone.

"Have a nice chat, chere?" Remy asked as he walked over to her. Rogue shoved the phone in his hands and frowned.

"Who told yah Ah was in Europe?" Rogue demanded.

"Everyone," Remy said with a wide grin. "But I would've found out..."

"What do yah mean?" Rogue frowned. "Ah don't recall ever calling ta tell yah..." her voice trailed off as the realization hit her. Her face turned red as she looked up at him. "The phone call at the airport..."

"Y' left t' think about everything, but it wasn't fair, Rogue," Remy said as he stood in front of her with his hands held out. "Y' can't decide on what t' do about us without me. It ain't fair t' y' or me, chere..."

Rogue took a deep breath and looked down at her hands. "Ah'm giving it a chance now, Cajun..." Rogue sighed, as if giving up. She looked up at him. "If it doesn't work-"

Remy's hand flew out and he pressed his index finger against soft, full lips. Rogue's eyes widened as he leaned forward and smiled. "No need to talk about things that won't happen, mon coeur," he said in a low voice. "Now...we're in de City of Lights...let's make some memories."

Rogue sighed contentedly as she feel back on her bed, tired and yet extremely elated. They had been in Paris for less then 12 hours and already she was falling fast in love with Remy. She turned her head towards the clock. She had less than an hour to get ready because he was taking her out to dinner.

He swept her up into yet another, double decker tour bus that went through the city. He even bought a disposable camera so that they could get proof of their 'memories'. They got off on one particular street and walked down, towards the Arc du Triumph before taking the Metro to the Louvre.

"Tomorrow," Remy had said as he wrapped his arms around her and lead her out towards the park in front of the former palace. He seated her in his lap as they watched the sun set. "Tomorrow, we'll spend de entire day at the museum."

As boring as that would've sounded to most people, art buffs like her and Remy got excited. As the sun sank beneath the horizon and Paris began to light up all around them, Rogue, for the first time since she woke up, felt happy. Everything made sense.

"Ah'm happy, Remy..." she whispered as he sat across his lap, his arms around her as she nestled her head under the crook of his neck. "Thank yah..."

She felt a warm kiss atop her head and then his voice smoothed over her like chocolate. "Non, chere...thank y' for giving me dis chance..."

Then she felt it again. A small tug in her heart telling her that now would be the time. That she should say it now. Ah love yah, Remy...

She knew she didn't say those words to him. She was too afraid to. Even if they had been in a serious relationship for two months, she was getting to know Remy LeBeau all over again. And it had just been a few hours. It was too soon for her to say those words. Yet, he still answered.

"I love y', too, Rogue..."

And then she cried. Remy chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her tighter and asked what was wrong. She said she didn't now, but she was very happy. "Don't cry yet, chere...we still have dinner..." he whispered in her ear. Rogue sniffled and choked back her tears as he laid kiss after kiss on her face.

"It's a miracle ah didn't drag him back ta mah room right there..." Rogue mumbled to herself. Her face flushed. Now, where did THAT come from?

She flipped on the radio and stumbled to the bathroom. She could hear the music in the bathroom as she took a quick shower and dried herself off. She walked over to the shopping bag. They had been window shopping and Rogue snuck off to buy a dress after he told her he was taking her out to dinner.

Rogue giggled to herself as she put lotion on her skin. "Ah'm not the only one whose going to fall in love all over again..." she blushed at the merely thought.

Just as she had finished putting on the last of her subtle make up, there was a knock on the door. Rogue felt her heart racing as she slipped on a pair of all purpose black sandals and opened the door. Rogue couldn't breath.

Remy leaned against the door frame, his tall, muscular body clad in an all black suit. Red eyes were glowing mischievously, brought out by a blood red silk tie around his neck. His hair was pulled back coolly. A sly smirk reached his lips as he brought his head down and inhaled the fragrance of the dozen roses he had in his hands.

"Bon nuit, mon chere," he purred. Rogue's hand tightened around the door knob to keep her standing. "Ready?"

His eyes traveled down her body, a look of appreciation on his face at the thigh high black dress. Long, pale legs peeked out and ended in black sandals. Dark green painted toe nails were curling in them. The dress clung to her perfect form, high in the front, dipping low in the back. Smooth, creamy flesh taunted him to be touched.

"H...hey, Remy..." Oh mah Gawd, Ah sound like a blundering idiot... Rogue stammered as she blushed.

He didn't say a word as his appraising eyes looked up her bare, exposed arms. Her hair was pulled back, sort of twisted into a half up half down bun. Her white bangs framed her heart shaped face and just the right amount of make up brought out the colors of her eyes.

Stop staring at her! his mind screamed. Remy shook his head out of his trance and smiled as he handed her the bouquet. Rogue blushed as she took it and thanked him before putting it aside. "Y' look good tonight, chere."

"So do yah, swamp rat," Rogue said as she closed her door behind her. Remy offered his arm and Rogue felt her cheeks growing warm as she took it. "So, where are we off ta?"

"Just a little dinner before de finale." Remy grinned. They went downstairs where a cab was waiting for them. In fluent French, Remy told the man where to go. He then leaned back and put one arm around Rogue's shoulders. The woman smiled brightly as she leaned against him.

They were driven to a fancy restaurant, where Remy and Rogue were given a nice corner table where they could be alone. Through the meal, he regaled her stories of his time in France. Rogue smiled and nodded, the entire time feeling as if she'd heard them all before. There was one thing about his time in Paris that she KNEW he was leaving out, but couldn't pin point it.

For dessert, Rogue ordered a creme brulee and Remy had a chocolate cake. Rogue quickly finished her meal. "How's your..." Rogue trailed off as a fork was held in front of her. On it's edge was a small, bite size piece of cake. "Cake?"

"Try it," Remy assured her. "It's de best y've ever had, chere. Trust me." His eyes were twinkling and Rogue narrowed her eyes suspiciously. He moved the fork closer.

"Okay..." Rogue opened her mouth and brought the piece of chocolate cake into her mouth. The soft, chocolate lined cake melted in her mouth. Chemicals were released by the tasty treat, making the woman's eyes roll back with pleasure. "Oh mah Gawd..."

Remy looked absolutely delighted as he leaned forward and smirked. "Y' like, chere?" Rogue's tongue darted out and licked her lips as she opened her eyes and looked down at his plate. "Y' can have de rest of it."

Giddily, Rogue savored every bite. Each time, her taste buds danced as she let out a pleased moan. Remy couldn't help but smile as Rogue ate his cake. "It's like a drug, Remy..."

"It's good, see? I told y'." he grinned. Rogue licked her fork clean and put it down on the now spotless white dish. She felt disappointed that it was all gone.

"Maybe we should order one ta go...?" she suggested. Remy chuckled and waved his hand for the bill. He paid discreetly before taking one last drink from his wine glass.

"Ready t' go, chere?" he asked. Rogue nodded and took his arm. Once outside, he hailed another cab. As they waited, he lifted up a white handkerchief.

"What's this for?"

"A surprise." he told her. He walked behind her and put the piece of cloth over her eyes.

"Remy..." she said in a slightly shaky voice. Part of her was excited, part of her was nervous, but an even larger part screamed out to trust the man. He tied the white strip securely.

"Can y' see?"

"No." she pouted. She heard him chuckle behind her and then his arms went around her comfortingly.

"I won't let anything happen t' y'. Just relax," he whispered in her ear. Rogue shivered as his hot breath caressed her bare skin. The cab arrived and Remy gingerly seated her inside. "Nervous?"

"Where are we going?" she demanded as the cab started to move.

Remy chuckled next to her. "Y'll see," Rogue played with her fingers on her lap, her heart racing with excitement. The ride seemed to take forever as she sat there. Next to her, Remy hummed along with the radio music that was playing in the cab. "Looks like it's going t' rain, chere...let's hope it stays off for a while."

He was probably looking out the window. The cab slowed down to a stop and Remy paid the driver. He opened the door and took Rogue's hand, carefully leading her out of the cab. He made sure she didn't hit her head before closing the door behind her.

"Can Ah take this stupid thing off NOW?" Rogue asked, a frown on her face. She heard faint music being played in the background, probably an accordion. She also heard people's voices.

"Almost..." Remy said, as if buying time. He held her hand and lead her down a path way.

"Remy, where are yah taking meh?" Rogue demanded.

"Just a minute..." Remy said. He stopped them and put his hands on her slim shoulders. "Okay..." He reached up and untied the handkerchief. "One...two..."

Rogue felt the pressure release from her eye lids and she blinked her eyes open. As soon as her light filled, blurry vision cleared, she let out a heavy gasp. "Remy..."

"Y' can't go t' Paris widout seeing de Eiffel Tower, chere." he said beside her, a smile on his voice.

Rogue stared up at the massive iron structure as it flickered with twinkling lights. Her heart raced as she stood amongst throngs of couples staring up at the monument. Next to her, Remy held her hand firmly in his and he looked up at the tower. Somewhere in the patches of people, a free lance band was playing old waltz music.

"Oh, Remy..." Rogue said breathlessly. "It's beautiful..." Her lower lip began to tremble. "Ah think...Ah think Ah'll always remember this moment..."

He smiled and looked over at her, still holding her hand. "I told y' we'd make new memories, Rogue," he said. He squeezed her hands and pulled her closer to him. Rogue wrapped her arms around his body and buried her face in his chest. "De band is playing...y' want t' dance?"

Rogue nodded, her face still buried. Chuckling quietly, he lead her over to a large open space where a few couples were already dancing. She pulled her head away and wiped her tears as she looked up at him. "Ah'm falling hard for yah, Cajun."

Remy grinned as his hands slid down to her waist. Rogue snaked her arms around his neck and hung them there loosely as they began to sway to the melody. "I know," Remy said as they made a little circle. "I'm falling hard for y', too, chere...all over again."

Rogue closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder. She let herself get lost in the moment, the music swaying her body as Remy's presence engulfed her senses. She didn't even realize how long they were dancing there, in the dark, illuminated only by the lights from the tower.

The music faded away and Rogue slowly opened her eyes. She felt cold droplets fall on her skin and she looked up at the sky. "It's raining!" she gasped with horror. Her perfect night...drenched in rain...

She was about to run off for the nearest shelter when Remy's strong arms pulled her back. She looked up at him, confused. Remy smiled as large drops of water matted his hair down and fell on his face. He gave her a water logged smile. "It's just rain, chere."

"Remy! We should get back to the hotel!" Rogue gushed. "Before we get completely soaked! Don't just stand there, smiling!"

He threw his head back and laughed as Rogue flushed. As he regained his composure, he reached out and cupped her face in his hands. "As long as I'm wid y', Rogue, de rain be damned."

In the cold rain, hot lips pressed against hers as wet hands cupped her even wetter face gently.

Remy was right, Rogue thought to herself as her eyes fluttered closed. Her arms rose and once again wrapped themselves around Remy's strong neck. She pasted her soaking wet figure against his as his hands lowered and fell to her waist. She was wet. She was cold. But she was with Remy. The rain be damned.

"Mmm..." Rogue let out a little moan as Remy pulled away from her. She opened her eyes, giving him a questioningly look as the door closed and locked behind him.

He gave her a hot look, but held her out at arms length. "I need t' shower."

"No," Rogue frowned as she pulled him against her once again. Remy momentarily gave into the pleasure as he allowed his hands to run down the sides of her body. Her black dress clung to her sinfully, leaving practically nothing to the imagination as she pasted herself against him. "Yah're already wet...the rain cleaned yah."

A groan escaped his lips as he forced himself to pull back. "No...we're going too fast..." He really couldn't believe he was saying that.

"Just stay with meh, then." Rogue whispered roughly as her lips trailed down his neck. She loved the taste of Remy. He let out a low groan and she felt it against his throat.

"I'll stay de night wid y', chere, but dat's as far as we go," Remy told her, pushing her back gently and holding her away from him. "I don't want any regrets."

Rogue's eyes narrowed. "But Ah thought this is what yah wanted..." she trailed off, her eyes searching his desperately.

"I do, mon Dieu, I want y', Rogue," Remy assured her as he gathered her in his soaking arms and held her. He buried his face in her wet hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. "Y' have no idea how much I want y', chere..." he admitted gruffly. He instantly pulled away from her and held her at arms length. "But, I want t' take dis slow... special, do understand, Rogue?" His hands cupped her face once more and he stroked her hair back as he looked down at her beseechingly. "No rushing. I want dis t' be special."

Rogue bit her lip and nodded her head. "Okay..." she agreed. Her heart was still racing.

"Good," he smiled. He lowered his head and gave her a quick kiss. He disappeared into her bathroom and pulled out some towels. "Let me take a shower, den y' can get ready for bed while I get my things, oui?"

Rogue nodded as he wrapped the big white terry cloth towel around her body. She held it against her as Remy gave her one last kiss. He walked to the desk and emptied his pockets before heading towards the bathroom. Rogue tilted her head to the side as she sat on the edge of her bed. May be if Ah ask nice, he'll met meh join him... Rogue blushed furiously. Good Lawrd, girl! Where did THAT come from?

She heard the shower go on and sighed. She rubbed the towel against her, half trying to dry her hair, half just trying to keep herself warm. She went to adjust the thermostat when she passed Remy's things. She looked down and narrowed her eyes at the cell phone.

Where had she seen it before?

Suddenly, it rang and Rogue jumped back as if caught. Her heart leapt to her throat as she dropped her towel. Cautiously, she looked around, as if assuring herself that Remy was still in the bathroom. The shower was still on and she realized he probably didn't hear the phone. Rogue picked it up and looked at the number.

"Momma?" Rogue frowned and flipped open the phone without hesitation. "Hello?"

"Rogue?" Raven gasped, worriedly. "Oh, thank God! He found you! How are you doing? Jean told me that-"

"Momma...how did yah know Remy was after meh...?" Rogue asked as she narrowed her eyes.

"After you? My dear, I sent him to Europe!" Raven told her. Rogue's eyes widened as her heart shattered. Through the phone, she could still hear her mother talking. Rogue stumbled back and dropped the phone. "Rogue? Rogue?"

Rogue stared aimlessly out the window in front of her for a brief moment before she remembered her mother on the phone. She lowered her hand and picked it up. "Momma?"

"Rogue, what is the matter with you-" Raven was still talking. Rogue closed her eyes tightly.

"Ah...Ah have ta go, momma...bye."

"Rogue, wait-" Rogue snapped the phone closed and dropped it on to the hard wood table.

He didn't come for meh... Rogue held her hand over her heart before wrapping her arms around her body. Momma sent him to bring meh back...

"Rogue. Rogue, did my phone ring?" The door to the bathroom opened and steam tumbled out as Remy walked out, a towel tightly around his waist. He gave her a lopsided smirk. "I thought I heard it ring," He walked over to her and realized that she wasn't looking at him. Rogue's shoulders were rising and falling with each breath and her jaw was clenched angrily. Remy frowned. "Rogue?"

"Yah lied ta meh," Rogue spat out. Her eyes opened and she threw him a hateful glare. "Yah lied ta meh, yah no good swamp rat!" Rogue shrieked.

Remy jumped back, confused. "Rogue, what are y' talking about? I didn't lie t' y'-"

"And yah still keep lying ta meh!" Rogue cried as another wave of tears threatened to fall. "Yah JERK! How could yah? After today-"

"Rogue, what are y' talking about?" Remy said as loudly as he could as he clamped his hands down on her shoulders and tired to steady her.

"Yah told meh that yah came after meh because yah love meh!" Rogue sobbed as she shoved him away from her. Hurt eyes ground into Remy's body. "But yah didn't come because yah love meh! Yah came because MAH MOMMA sent yah ta come get meh!"

A.N. - Well, it was good and romantic while it lasted... Thanks for reading!