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Chapter 8 Shopping
Remy tried to escape but Rogue had a death grip on his duster. Trixie dragged the griping people out of the door and shoved them into the waiting limo, Remy landing right in Rogue's lap.
"get off mah swamp rat" Remy turned over onto his back.
"I don' know chere it a pretty good view from down here"
"ya disgust mah" she shoved a hysterical Remy off her lap her rolled away on to the floor of the moving vehicle. Trixie was sitting on the other side almost in tears. Rogue moved to sit next to Trixie, stepping over Remy, he caught her leg and pulled her down on top of him. She tried to get up but his arms were wrapped around her waist holding her there.
"let mah go swamp rat"
"why" their faces were so close she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, she stayed silent basking in the closeness. When she did not answer Remy leaned up and locked her lips in his.
!SLAP!
Remy was clutching his cheek as she stood up and walked over to Trixie fuming mad on the out side. But in side her stomach was doing flips her lips ached for his sweet touch.
"y had it comin Remy"
"shut up Trix"
The car finally stopped and Remy's cheek was still red from Rogue's slap.
"here we are Rogue, Pakarde don belle (A/N don't ask on;y thing I could come up with) the best clothing store in New Orleans"
Rogue stepped out of the limo followed by Trixie and finally Remy. She felt Remy's arm encircle her waist, she resisted the urge to kick his ass to high heaven because she was comfortable and comforted. They walked into the store; it was PINK she looked around there was a whole section of pink. She almost threw up from all the brightness.
*need black going to go in sane to much color*
"aww merde too much pink and TRIXIE!!"
Trixie was looking at a pink frilly blouse (A/N *shudder*)
"oui?"
"what are you holding?"
"isn't it cute it would look perfect on you Rogue"
Rogue snapped out of her 'too much color" trance and took off in the other direction.
"Rogue come on"
"ah don't do pink"
"oh really" Trixie had an evil grin on her face. "but you look soooooo good in it, it brings out your eyes" she held a blouse up to Rogue who shrunk away in utter fear of the clothing. Remy was leaning against the wall smirking at the display when he was hit in the head with a shoe.
"so ya think thas is funny"
"well actually oui"
he was hit again
"oww stop hittin on Remy"
"ah'll hit ya all I want"
'really where"
Rogue stared at him with complete disgust.
"ya sick"
"all in a days work"
Rogue was about to retort when Trixie dragged her over to the cloths.
"come on you can flirt later"
'Remy ah swear ah will kill ya"
'can't wait"
Rogue disappeared behind a rack of cloths he heard shrieking and saw Rogue running from the cloths jungle.
"Chere what wrong?"
"Trixie's gone mad we have to get out of here before"
Trixie stepped out of the jungle holding a piece of lace the Remy faintly recognized as underwear.
"oh great now y' gon' make Remy look at underware, he only want to see dem if dey on a fille"
"ya are such a perv"
Rogue slapped him upside the head
"thanks now can we please leave this is embarrassing I'm a guy"
Rogue jumped at the chance to humiliate him further.
"but ya know ya'll love it" she smirked at him
"oui Remy hate d' cloths but d' company is tres bien"
Rogue fought back a blush
"ya know ya really getting on mah nerves"
"that's why y' love dis ol' swamp rat"
Trixie burst into their conversation carrying tons of cloths.
"sorry but you can continue this lovers spat some other time we have to get home soon"
"whatevah"
Trixie began pilling cloths in Remy's arms, a lot of jeans and mostly dark tops but Rogue could have sworn she saw some pink. When Remy could carry no more Trixie piled Rogue's arms full of cloths. They finally reached the register and left the store, Remy was loaded down with six bags full of cloths.
"ya know Trixie ah really don't need thas many cloths"
"who cares it gives me an excuse to spend Henry's money"
"ya are a strange one"
"I know now onto the shoes"
Rogue groaned this was going to be a long day.
When they got back to the mansion Remy was about to collapse under the weight of all the bags, but he insisted. Trixie tried to help Remy but he wanted to do it by himself.
"Remy jus' let moi help y'"
"non chere Remy gon' do it himself"
After he almost fell down the stairs the girls just took the bags from him well some of them. They got to the room and unpacked.
"I have t' go do some things so I'll leave y' two alone"
She winked at Rogue and walked out leaving a nervous Rogue and a sexy son of a bitch Cajun.
"ah am tired" she laid down on the bed next to Remy.
"same here, dat Trixie, she a torture specialist"
"ah know" Rogue turned around to be face to face with Remy, she stared deep into his demon eyes, her cheeks beat red.
"ya eyes ah pretty"
*wha did ah just say ah mah gawd that is so gay he is probably gonna start luaghing*
"and y' boobs are big"
! SLAP!
Remy was holding his face as he watched Rogue leave. She spun around.
"if it wasn't fah thas damn collar ya would have been on the ground began fah ya life"
"god bless d' collar den"
Rogue glared at him.
"your really asking for it"
"I know why don't y' give it t' Remy"
"ya sick bastard"
She moved to slap him again but he moved out of the way and caught her wrist. One little tug and she was on top of him again. She squirmed around trying to get free.
"Remy ah'll kill ya"
"damn"
"wha?"
"y' boobs are big"
she slap him again and walked out the door. He lay there laughing until he heard his name being called from the dining room.
A/N okay done with that chapter took me a while but it is done so quit nagging me please now if you would press the little button down there and REVIEW please. Thank you gracias and all the crap.
Chapter 8 Shopping
Remy tried to escape but Rogue had a death grip on his duster. Trixie dragged the griping people out of the door and shoved them into the waiting limo, Remy landing right in Rogue's lap.
"get off mah swamp rat" Remy turned over onto his back.
"I don' know chere it a pretty good view from down here"
"ya disgust mah" she shoved a hysterical Remy off her lap her rolled away on to the floor of the moving vehicle. Trixie was sitting on the other side almost in tears. Rogue moved to sit next to Trixie, stepping over Remy, he caught her leg and pulled her down on top of him. She tried to get up but his arms were wrapped around her waist holding her there.
"let mah go swamp rat"
"why" their faces were so close she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, she stayed silent basking in the closeness. When she did not answer Remy leaned up and locked her lips in his.
!SLAP!
Remy was clutching his cheek as she stood up and walked over to Trixie fuming mad on the out side. But in side her stomach was doing flips her lips ached for his sweet touch.
"y had it comin Remy"
"shut up Trix"
The car finally stopped and Remy's cheek was still red from Rogue's slap.
"here we are Rogue, Pakarde don belle (A/N don't ask on;y thing I could come up with) the best clothing store in New Orleans"
Rogue stepped out of the limo followed by Trixie and finally Remy. She felt Remy's arm encircle her waist, she resisted the urge to kick his ass to high heaven because she was comfortable and comforted. They walked into the store; it was PINK she looked around there was a whole section of pink. She almost threw up from all the brightness.
*need black going to go in sane to much color*
"aww merde too much pink and TRIXIE!!"
Trixie was looking at a pink frilly blouse (A/N *shudder*)
"oui?"
"what are you holding?"
"isn't it cute it would look perfect on you Rogue"
Rogue snapped out of her 'too much color" trance and took off in the other direction.
"Rogue come on"
"ah don't do pink"
"oh really" Trixie had an evil grin on her face. "but you look soooooo good in it, it brings out your eyes" she held a blouse up to Rogue who shrunk away in utter fear of the clothing. Remy was leaning against the wall smirking at the display when he was hit in the head with a shoe.
"so ya think thas is funny"
"well actually oui"
he was hit again
"oww stop hittin on Remy"
"ah'll hit ya all I want"
'really where"
Rogue stared at him with complete disgust.
"ya sick"
"all in a days work"
Rogue was about to retort when Trixie dragged her over to the cloths.
"come on you can flirt later"
'Remy ah swear ah will kill ya"
'can't wait"
Rogue disappeared behind a rack of cloths he heard shrieking and saw Rogue running from the cloths jungle.
"Chere what wrong?"
"Trixie's gone mad we have to get out of here before"
Trixie stepped out of the jungle holding a piece of lace the Remy faintly recognized as underwear.
"oh great now y' gon' make Remy look at underware, he only want to see dem if dey on a fille"
"ya are such a perv"
Rogue slapped him upside the head
"thanks now can we please leave this is embarrassing I'm a guy"
Rogue jumped at the chance to humiliate him further.
"but ya know ya'll love it" she smirked at him
"oui Remy hate d' cloths but d' company is tres bien"
Rogue fought back a blush
"ya know ya really getting on mah nerves"
"that's why y' love dis ol' swamp rat"
Trixie burst into their conversation carrying tons of cloths.
"sorry but you can continue this lovers spat some other time we have to get home soon"
"whatevah"
Trixie began pilling cloths in Remy's arms, a lot of jeans and mostly dark tops but Rogue could have sworn she saw some pink. When Remy could carry no more Trixie piled Rogue's arms full of cloths. They finally reached the register and left the store, Remy was loaded down with six bags full of cloths.
"ya know Trixie ah really don't need thas many cloths"
"who cares it gives me an excuse to spend Henry's money"
"ya are a strange one"
"I know now onto the shoes"
Rogue groaned this was going to be a long day.
When they got back to the mansion Remy was about to collapse under the weight of all the bags, but he insisted. Trixie tried to help Remy but he wanted to do it by himself.
"Remy jus' let moi help y'"
"non chere Remy gon' do it himself"
After he almost fell down the stairs the girls just took the bags from him well some of them. They got to the room and unpacked.
"I have t' go do some things so I'll leave y' two alone"
She winked at Rogue and walked out leaving a nervous Rogue and a sexy son of a bitch Cajun.
"ah am tired" she laid down on the bed next to Remy.
"same here, dat Trixie, she a torture specialist"
"ah know" Rogue turned around to be face to face with Remy, she stared deep into his demon eyes, her cheeks beat red.
"ya eyes ah pretty"
*wha did ah just say ah mah gawd that is so gay he is probably gonna start luaghing*
"and y' boobs are big"
! SLAP!
Remy was holding his face as he watched Rogue leave. She spun around.
"if it wasn't fah thas damn collar ya would have been on the ground began fah ya life"
"god bless d' collar den"
Rogue glared at him.
"your really asking for it"
"I know why don't y' give it t' Remy"
"ya sick bastard"
She moved to slap him again but he moved out of the way and caught her wrist. One little tug and she was on top of him again. She squirmed around trying to get free.
"Remy ah'll kill ya"
"damn"
"wha?"
"y' boobs are big"
she slap him again and walked out the door. He lay there laughing until he heard his name being called from the dining room.
A/N okay done with that chapter took me a while but it is done so quit nagging me please now if you would press the little button down there and REVIEW please. Thank you gracias and all the crap.