This chapter is fluffy, very, very fluffy, but I think it'll
explain some stuff, but not the stuff about whats going on in the mansion,
because I like to keep you guys guessing. Oh! I love you all because I got
a lot of reviews last chapter, so I love ya all. I still don't own X-Men,
Marvel does.
Chapter 11: Son du Temps
She was in shock, pure and simple shock. She could touch, she felt his naked chest beneath her fingertips, and she wasn't absorbing him! Rogue wanted to ask so many questions; how? When? Why? But she couldn't, all she could do was cry in happiness. After all this time with this burden, and people trying to find a way around it, a way to subdue her powers, in one night he does it, he finds the loophole, he finds the other option. Remy wasn't even on her side, they weren't allies, they were enemies, and he gave her the most wonderful gift she had ever received. How was it that he had managed to do this when so many others failed? Somebody did care about her after all, and so she cried into his chest, overcome with emotion, and gratefulness.
Remy stroked her hair soothingly, he hadn't expected her to react like this, but now that she had, it was quite understandable. All these years of rejection from the world, all the bitterness and hate towards herself and her powers were obsolete; she didn't have a reason to be unhappy now. He smiled and pressed his cheek to her head affectionately. This woman, who he knew first hand to be so strong and capable of herself, was breaking down in his arms. He always considered himself a "ladies man," never really caring about any relationship he was ever in, but Rogue wasn't like those other girls in his past, she was different. The moment he saw her look at him he had felt a connection, THE connection, the one people wait their whole lives for. He had never believed in destiny, or fate, he had always thought that love at first sight was a joke, but when he saw her that day, he knew.
She had stopped crying, and just laid very still, not moving, not wanting to lose this moment.
"You gonna be okay chere?" he asked, moving his head so that he could see her face; she was smiling.
"Shh," she said closing her eyes, "Just let me enjoy this, before I wake up."
"You might not believe dis," he replied, "But you ain't dreamin'," his comment made her smile broaden. Finally she sat up and looked at him, face full of happiness, though her eyes were a little red from crying. In Remy's eyes, seeing her so joyful made her the most beautiful woman in the world.
"How'd you do it," she was still grinning at him, eyes twinkling, and he wondered if she even cared how it was done, as long as it was done. Remy picked up her left hand so that she could see it, and see the golden braided ring on her ring finger, and then showed her a matching one on his.
"Remy called in a favor," he explained, "It seems dat if two mutants where a set of these rings, they become immune to the other's powers. Don't ask me how they figured it out, cause I have no idea."
"You called in a favor," she raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't angry, no not in the least, "And when did you get the chance to do that?"
"Remy told you he couldn't sleep last night, chere," a mischievous look crossed his features, "So I took a little ride, came back, tried to sleep which I couldn't, so I got up to get some water, and in you walk."
"You sure make good use of your time, you sly devil," she was amazed at his resourcefulness, and extremely glad for insomnia.
"Remy is a thief, he got to be sly," absentmindedly he ran a hand through his hair. Rogue's face grew seriously suddenly.
"Why'd you do it?" the questions were endless, but this seemed to be the most important, "Why did you do this for me?"
"When I looked at you," there was emphasis on the use of I, "I saw somebody who was somebody who couldn't be happy, not really, because in the back of your head you knew dat you were stuck on the outside. I saw a beautiful person trapped behind your blessing and your curse. To see you hurting like you were, chere, was torture. Now when I look at you, I see a different person, I see the person with unlimited potential, and the most beautiful heart," he knew it sounded sappy, and cliché, but he didn't think that anybody had ever spoke that kind of truth to her. Those were the thoughts that had kept him awake last night that made him really think about everything. It seemed rushed, but he couldn't explain it, and he hoped he would never need to, but she understood.
"I think I'm gonna start crying again," she gave a little laugh. Even if her problems weren't solved for the rest of the world, the ability to touch one person was the best feeling in the world. Remy brought a hand to her cheek and wiped off a falling tear. Rogue brought her hand to his in order to keep it where it was, and she closed her eyes again.
"No more tears chere," he said softly. Remy decided to be bold for once- well maybe not once in his life, but bold none the less. He leaned in, placed his other hand on her other cheek and gently kissed her.
"So this is what I was missing out on," she thought to herself as he kissed her, and she fulfilled her end of the bargain. Sure she had kissed a guy before, but in that first and only occurrence, she had sent the boy into a coma within a few seconds. Never had anything felt so- right? Remy broke the kiss and put his forehead to hers, his red and black eyes looking into her jade eyes.
"I'm probably well enough to go home," she said unexpectedly. Remy's face dropped.
"Yeah I guess so," he whispered, looking down, but quite to his surprise she kissed him again quickly yet passionately, and the broke it.
"But then again, I am feeling a little weaker today," a smile that much resembled his playful one came over her, "I think it would be best if I stay, you know, for my own good."
"Et vous m'appelez un diable," he kissed her again, and they both knew that it was right. In each other they would find salvation, and that salvation would keep them from the menacing future.
("And you call me a devil")
Ha! Told ya, fluffy goodness, but now its time to get to business. If you were insightful you would see some symbolism in the beginning middlish, and then some more at the end. Well, there you go please r/r.
Chapter 11: Son du Temps
She was in shock, pure and simple shock. She could touch, she felt his naked chest beneath her fingertips, and she wasn't absorbing him! Rogue wanted to ask so many questions; how? When? Why? But she couldn't, all she could do was cry in happiness. After all this time with this burden, and people trying to find a way around it, a way to subdue her powers, in one night he does it, he finds the loophole, he finds the other option. Remy wasn't even on her side, they weren't allies, they were enemies, and he gave her the most wonderful gift she had ever received. How was it that he had managed to do this when so many others failed? Somebody did care about her after all, and so she cried into his chest, overcome with emotion, and gratefulness.
Remy stroked her hair soothingly, he hadn't expected her to react like this, but now that she had, it was quite understandable. All these years of rejection from the world, all the bitterness and hate towards herself and her powers were obsolete; she didn't have a reason to be unhappy now. He smiled and pressed his cheek to her head affectionately. This woman, who he knew first hand to be so strong and capable of herself, was breaking down in his arms. He always considered himself a "ladies man," never really caring about any relationship he was ever in, but Rogue wasn't like those other girls in his past, she was different. The moment he saw her look at him he had felt a connection, THE connection, the one people wait their whole lives for. He had never believed in destiny, or fate, he had always thought that love at first sight was a joke, but when he saw her that day, he knew.
She had stopped crying, and just laid very still, not moving, not wanting to lose this moment.
"You gonna be okay chere?" he asked, moving his head so that he could see her face; she was smiling.
"Shh," she said closing her eyes, "Just let me enjoy this, before I wake up."
"You might not believe dis," he replied, "But you ain't dreamin'," his comment made her smile broaden. Finally she sat up and looked at him, face full of happiness, though her eyes were a little red from crying. In Remy's eyes, seeing her so joyful made her the most beautiful woman in the world.
"How'd you do it," she was still grinning at him, eyes twinkling, and he wondered if she even cared how it was done, as long as it was done. Remy picked up her left hand so that she could see it, and see the golden braided ring on her ring finger, and then showed her a matching one on his.
"Remy called in a favor," he explained, "It seems dat if two mutants where a set of these rings, they become immune to the other's powers. Don't ask me how they figured it out, cause I have no idea."
"You called in a favor," she raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't angry, no not in the least, "And when did you get the chance to do that?"
"Remy told you he couldn't sleep last night, chere," a mischievous look crossed his features, "So I took a little ride, came back, tried to sleep which I couldn't, so I got up to get some water, and in you walk."
"You sure make good use of your time, you sly devil," she was amazed at his resourcefulness, and extremely glad for insomnia.
"Remy is a thief, he got to be sly," absentmindedly he ran a hand through his hair. Rogue's face grew seriously suddenly.
"Why'd you do it?" the questions were endless, but this seemed to be the most important, "Why did you do this for me?"
"When I looked at you," there was emphasis on the use of I, "I saw somebody who was somebody who couldn't be happy, not really, because in the back of your head you knew dat you were stuck on the outside. I saw a beautiful person trapped behind your blessing and your curse. To see you hurting like you were, chere, was torture. Now when I look at you, I see a different person, I see the person with unlimited potential, and the most beautiful heart," he knew it sounded sappy, and cliché, but he didn't think that anybody had ever spoke that kind of truth to her. Those were the thoughts that had kept him awake last night that made him really think about everything. It seemed rushed, but he couldn't explain it, and he hoped he would never need to, but she understood.
"I think I'm gonna start crying again," she gave a little laugh. Even if her problems weren't solved for the rest of the world, the ability to touch one person was the best feeling in the world. Remy brought a hand to her cheek and wiped off a falling tear. Rogue brought her hand to his in order to keep it where it was, and she closed her eyes again.
"No more tears chere," he said softly. Remy decided to be bold for once- well maybe not once in his life, but bold none the less. He leaned in, placed his other hand on her other cheek and gently kissed her.
"So this is what I was missing out on," she thought to herself as he kissed her, and she fulfilled her end of the bargain. Sure she had kissed a guy before, but in that first and only occurrence, she had sent the boy into a coma within a few seconds. Never had anything felt so- right? Remy broke the kiss and put his forehead to hers, his red and black eyes looking into her jade eyes.
"I'm probably well enough to go home," she said unexpectedly. Remy's face dropped.
"Yeah I guess so," he whispered, looking down, but quite to his surprise she kissed him again quickly yet passionately, and the broke it.
"But then again, I am feeling a little weaker today," a smile that much resembled his playful one came over her, "I think it would be best if I stay, you know, for my own good."
"Et vous m'appelez un diable," he kissed her again, and they both knew that it was right. In each other they would find salvation, and that salvation would keep them from the menacing future.
("And you call me a devil")
Ha! Told ya, fluffy goodness, but now its time to get to business. If you were insightful you would see some symbolism in the beginning middlish, and then some more at the end. Well, there you go please r/r.