Rogue walked into the room, pushing the door sharply behind her so that it banged shut. Throwing the plastic bag that was carrying the newly bought clothing and other necessities onto the freshly made double bed, she quickly removed her sopping wet clothing, discarding it carelessly onto the carpeted floor and redressed in a pair of mottled gray cropped sweats and a black hoodie, at last savoring the warmth of the unworn fleecy lining.
Collapsing forward into the bed, snuggling her head below the pillows in a bid to hide her face from the world - blighting herself for her actions only moments ago. The only thing she could be grateful for at this very moment was that she had managed to convince Remy that staying in another grotty motel would be worse to their health and sanity than by being caught by the Assassins or whoever they were running from - surprisingly enough he hadn't put up much of a resistance and she had even got a separate room, which she was even more thankful for considering that she just wanted to hibernate for the rest of her life.
'Why did ah let him kiss meh? Why did ah kiss him back? What th' hell was ah doin!' kept replaying over and over in her mind. Closing her eyes, she could see him rising out of the water - his soaked t-shirt only accentuating his god-like sculptured physique, the look in his eyes just before he kissed her, the warmth radiating from his body against hers, reliving the passion, the desire and knowing that in that moment she had wanted him more than anything.
Rogue forced herself to open her eyes to stop the surge of images and memories and beat the pillow above her head with one clenched fist - pressing her face into the patterned bed spread, she began mumbling 'No, no, no' into the fabric, still pounding the pillow. A knock at the door caused her to abruptly raise her head at the offending noise.
"Go away" She moaned lowly, shoving her head back into the mattress.
"Rogue?" It had to be him didn't it? Rogue growled in frustration and hit the pillow again, silently praying that he would believe she wasn't there.
"I know y're in dere" She heard him state, making her sob despairingly. Still hanging on to that last thread of hope that he would take the hint and leave her be.
"Chére, are y' gonna open de door or am I gonna have t' break m' way in?" Rogue sighed jadedly and pulled herself off the bed thinking that he might just be crazy enough to do it. Reaching the door, she opened it and looked at him expectedly. Noticing that he too had changed and looked as though he was going out.
"What?" She asked him expressionlessly. Remy looked at her, raising an eyebrow and held out the brown paper bag he was holding towards her.
"T'ought y' might b' hungry." He said simply, trying not to notice the way her hair was beginning to go wavy as it was drying.
"Oh, thanks. Ya goin out?" She asked unsure, taking the bag from him.
"Uh . . yeah . . . um ." He finished lamely, not knowing what else to say.
"Okay . . well, have a good nahte" She pressed for the end of this rather awkward conversation, if it could be called that.
"T'anks, y' too" He managed to let out as she gave a small smile and closed the door. Remy let out a long breath and pulled a hand through his hair resignedly, 'Dieu! Dat fille is hard t' read' he thought, turning away from her door. Memories of the kiss they had shared earlier were still running a hundred miles an hour through his head, he tried to take his mind of her - but it wasn't working.
"Merdé LeBeau! Y' need t' get y'self laid," He mumbled incoherently to himself, reminding him as to the reason he was going out in the first place. He figured that if he could just have one night of being his usual, carefree self - then he would go back to normal and stop feeling so . . . he couldn't put a word to it and wasn't even about to try and explain it to himself and settled instead of wiping his mind clear of everything to do with her and concentrate solely on making the most of the pending night ahead.
Rogue waited behind the door, barely breathing until she heard him walk away. Sighing in relief, she dragged herself back to the bed and allowed her body to buckle forward onto it - reaching across for the television remote on the bedside table, turning it on and began flicking through the channels.
Settling for HBO as a film was about to start, she relaxed herself back into the pillows and opened up the brown bag for something to eat, her stomach growling and gurgling in hunger as she dug through the contents.
The club was full tonight that was for certain, bodies crushed up against each other as people tried to move around between the different areas of the place. Remy looked over the sea of heads, spotting the bar situated right of the back, making him think that whoever designed this place was a complete idiot - his first port of call was always the bar, having done this routine many times before.
"Bourbon" He said loudly to the woman behind the bar as he finally reached his destination, watching as she nodded in understanding and rushed off to get a glass. Trance music blared out from the speakers, the DJ scratching the records every so often making the dancers on the colorfully flashing tiles seemingly more hyperactive. Remy suppressed a sigh, this really wasn't his type of place but it would serve as a good distraction. Paying for his drink, he tipped the glass towards his mouth letting the liquid flow onto his tongue so that it stung piercingly - to most, the sensation of whiskey burning the delicate skin within the mouth would make them cough and splutter, but Remy prided himself on his apparent immunity to the toxic liquor and let it trickle down his throat.
Placing the empty glass back on the counter, he glanced about his surroundings catching the eye of a few women looking in his direction, in particular a short haired blond who he made the extra effort to smirk charmingly at.
If this was the distraction that he had partially convinced himself of needing, then this was it. Try as he might though, that niggle in the back of his mind would just not let go and despite himself, found it to be growing louder rather than disappearing.
Remy turned his attention back to the bar knowing what the next part of the drill was - smiling to himself as he caught sight of the same blond, slide herself into position beside him. Twisting his head towards her, sweeping his eyes from her bare knees, to the barely-there short skirt sitting on her hips, over the hot-pink satin halter neck exposing a good portion of her ample cleavage up to a slim neck and an attractive elfin-shaped face.
The woman smiled at him and leaned forward to ask him if he would dance with her - Remy of course did not refuse and allowed himself be led away from the bar. Squeezing through the hoards of energetic dancers, the woman wasted no time in beginning her seductive dance ritual - pressing herself closely to him and moving her hips to the pulse of the music, brushing them against his own.
He in turn took hold of her swaying hips immersing himself in the moment, feeling her body as she twisted herself around so that her back was to him and began grinding herself against him. A new track started, the rhythm changing - Remy gently twisted her back to face him and leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth opening liberally, permitting him access without restraint.
Lips crushing against one another, neither wasting the opportunity to continue the habitual grinding of their bodies. The kiss was missing something though – that spark, the ignition of oppressed lust finally allowed to be set free. He had been spoiled in experiencing that and now this was almost un-enjoyable in comparison.
The track ended and Remy knew the next stage of this rendezvous was about to begin as they parted lips, the woman smiled seductively and Remy turned to lead her through the masses.
They stumbled through a restroom door, he didn't know which - he didn't really care and maneuvered themselves into a cubicle. Tongues twisting around each other hungrily, she pushed herself up against the wall pulling him towards her - his hands sliding up the back of her top, hers fumbling with the opening of his pants. He felt her grab him and he moaned pleasurably, his expert hands descending her spine to the hem of her skirt and tugging it upwards as she gasped agreeably.
Then he stopped, both froze mid-movement and then he pulled away as she watched him questionably. Doing up his pants, he opened the cubicle door and left the restroom brusquely without sparing the woman another glance.
He pulled the electronic key out of the pocket of his pants and went to swipe it in the door to his room, but found himself hesitating just before the card reached the sensor. His head turned to the side to look at the door set a few down from his and his feet uncontrollably began moving in that direction. Stopping outside his eyes target, he stared pointlessly at the number on the door and listened for any sound beyond. He heard nothing and aimlessly tapped his own electronic key on the sensor of the foreign door, his mind ticking over what to do now.
A minute or so later and he was opening the door as gently and as silently as he could, his eyes drifting around the darkened room doing his best not to let too much of the street light from outside into the room.
Closing the door quietly, his eyes just making out the silhouette of the double bed and its occupant stretched out on one side. Stepping soundlessly towards the figure, he crouched down beside the bed - sensing the calm, shallow breathing of sleep he watched her slumberous face motionlessly.
Sweeping his eyes over every feature, every millimeter of skin, memorizing it, yearning to push that stubborn lock of brown hair that always fell in front of her face away - but he didn't. She was his forbidden fruit, the thing he wanted most but yet could not have. Standing up slowly, he turned and started silently for the door.
"Remy is thaht you?" He stopped instantly at the sound of her voice. Knowing he had been caught, he twisted his head just enough so that she could hear him clearly.
"Yeah" He answered simply, noting the rustle of bed sheets as she sat herself up.
"What are ya doin back so early?" She asked, trying to wake herself up a bit more.
"Got bor'd, so I came back" He replied, not moving to face her.
"Uh-huh. Did ya want somethin'?" She questioned quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable at his stillness. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair - it was a good question, what did he want?
"About today . . . I . . ." The words caught in his throat, he felt like banging his head against a concrete wall at his inability to speak. Rogue merely observed him quietly in the darkened room, ignoring the slight invasion of a foreign perfume inter-mingled with his own scent. She could make this easy for him,
It was only fair really. She was terrified of being hurt, of allowing her heart to be crushed and she was quite convinced that it was the same for him on some level. Letting him shoulder all the blame for not wanting to do that wasn't really fair.
"It's okay, ah understahnd. Ah'm too much o' a risk and thahts fahne b'cause we're friends an' all" She finished for him, waiting for any sign of approval, any sign at all that he was still able to move would comfort her. Remy swallowed at her words - the word 'friends' sticking out predominantly, she was wrong - he was the risk, not her.
"Yeah. Sor'y I woke y'" He agreed with her and made to leave once more.
"Don't go" She spoke so quietly he barely heard her, but stopped automatically. He closed his eyes in indecision, not knowing whether to face her or walk away like he told himself he would do. He felt her hand touch the skin on his arm, sending a chill sensation throughout his body - he hadn't even sensed her behind him. He turned his head more so that he could see her, immediately regretting doing so as the faint orange light seeping in through the curtains from outside highlighted her face.
"Jus' stay" She whispered, giving him a soft smile. Remy nodded gently, watching as she climbed back onto the bed and turned on the television. Rogue looked over to his unmoved figure and patted the space next to her - Remy gave a small smirk and moved slowly over to the other side of the bed.
"What we watchin'?" He asked, making himself comfortable as she settled on a channel.