A/N: Wow, I'm amazed this chapter got written so quickly considering the fact that I had severe writers block with it for a few days.
I felt the need for more Romy in this chapter; I couldn't help myself I swear! Anyway I'm hoping I haven't missed too many mistakes and that you enjoy the read.I know one reviewer was confused by the foot tapping in the last chapter that will be explained somewhere within the next three chaptersI promise, if it's not remind me and I'll be sure to explain it.
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Rogue quietly walked along the corridor towards the kitchen she had found the night before. She rubbed her forehead as she entered the room, banishing the small commotion going off in her head only to be greeted with another in the room she had just entered.
"Five minuets! I can't even leave you two alone in the same room for five minuets with out coming back and finding her all over you." The redhead making the majority of the noise was currently yelling at a lean man wearing ruby glasses, and Betsy, who appeared to be paying the redhead little attention. She even looked up from the food she was making to smile at Rogue and signal for her to seat herself as the bombardment of insults continued to come her way. Rogue did as she was told and dodged out of the way of the redhead's flailing arms as she did.
"And you! Don't you try and get out of this by turning your attention to something else."
"Jean really, I think your over reacting." Betsy replied calmly as she continued to ignore the other woman and send the man sweet smiles. The bickering continued with the occasional attempt at some input by the man for a few moments before some brief psychic blasts were exchanged.
The whistling of a familiar tune drew rogue's eyes away from the fight as she attempted to turn back and observe the person. Before she could masculine arms were slipped around her sides to keep her facing forwards. The person leant in close enough for their stubble to lightly brush against the skin of her cheek and she cringed at the feeling. As soon as the scent hit her she became aware of just who had trapped her in her seat.
"Remy." She voice playfully scolded him with a small laugh as she tried to wriggle free from being pinned between his body and the table. All the time her worry of skin contact secretly growing.
"Alright, alright. Here, dese are for ya. Logan thought it might be a good idea t' get ya some." As he backed away with his hands raised up in the air he left a small gift on the table before her. Carefully she studied the package before snatching it from the table and delicately removing the paper. She smiled as she pulled out a pair of black gloves and immediately she slipped them on, suddenly feeling so much more at ease with the familiar feeling of fabric against her fingers. Remy smiled as he watched her observe the way in which the fabric encased her hands like a second skin. Turning his back to the commotion he fixed something for them both to eat and turned back with plates stacked high with toast and pastries.
"Nice t' see dey gave ya de full breakfast show dis mornin'." Remy informed her as he began to place a pile of food before him.
"It like this every mornin'?" She asked as she delicately removed her gloves and picked up a couple of slices of toast. Remy nodded as he began to fill his empty stomach.
"Most mornin's. If ya lucky den some o' dem be away an' it ain't so bad." Remy glanced down the table and nodded at Scott through the accusing glares both psychics were throwing each other. "If ya lucky." He repeated before attending to his stomach's demands. Rogue finished her first slice of toast in silence and glanced to the other unsure if she could really eat it.
"Ya want some coffee with that darlin'?" she smiled at the voice and watched as Logan entered the room with the familiar chocolate skinned woman. She nodded and Logan poured her one as he got himself something. As she waited for the drink she couldn't stop the paranoia the woman's stare stirred deep at the back of her mind. "Here ya go." Logan reached across the table and handed her the drink.
"Thanks J-Logan." She quickly corrected herself and prayed that nobody had noticed. She sighed with relief as she realised that the arguing couple and Betsy were oblivious to everything else in the room, the stunning coco coloured woman had her back to them and Remy merely shrugged it off. Logan smiled thankful that she had corrected herself and seated himself at the end of the table. Rogue dropped a couple of sugar cubes into her drink and watched the dark liquid as she swirled it.
"Starin' at the bottom of the mug isn't gonna make it go away." She glanced up to Logan and smiled weakly before turning her attention back to the mug. Remy frowned at Logan's comment and watched the southern beauty before him as she sighed helplessly whilst she stared intently at the swirling liquid. As he felt her fighting away the surge of sadness that longed to consume her and he felt a tight squeeze on his own heart. It felt almost as if someone had reached right into his chest with the intention of tearing his heart from it and he realised that was just a glimpse of the pain she knew.
Rogue's eyes darted to the gloves and then back to the coffee. She glanced up at Remy who she was aware was observing her no matter how well he hid it. The redhead was still ranting and Rogue was beginning to find it hard to distinguish between the shouting in the room and her head, she was sure her head was attempting to explode with the pain that surged with each raised voice. She glanced down at the coffee once more, took a long depressed sigh and then as quickly as she could snatching the gloves from the table and disappeared from the room. Logan glanced to the empty seat over the paper he was reading and then knowingly to the doorway, what puzzled Remy most was that he didn't look in the least bit concerned.
"She always runnin' from somethin'?" Remy asked looking worriedly at the doorway.
"A lot happened to her at Weapon X, they did things to her, things they didn't even do to me."
"Weapon X?" The question came from the man in ruby glasses seated at the opposite end of the table.
"Don' worry none 'bout shiftin' dat stick we already spoken t' de professor 'bout dis."
"Shifting what stick?" Logan smiled with amusement; he had to admit no matter how much he hated the Cajun he had to admire him for his ability to rip into Scott without him having a clue.
"Think he's on about the one up you're . . ." Remy cut in.
"Now, now Logan dere be no reason t' go stirrin' things up, now if ya excuse me I got a belle southern fille t' go check on." Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Better watch yourself Cajun, I find out you so much as accidentally hurt her feelings an' I'll have ya doin' extra danger room sessions for a month, one on one with me." Remy hid the panic he was feeling well and mocked Logan with a salute.
"Aye, aye captain sir."
A wave of relief washed over Remy as he ran out of the front doors and almost straight into Rogue.He was glad she hadn't simply dissappeared like the night before he wasn't sure his heart could go through that again. She was facing away from him and to the large cast iron gates at the very bottom of the mansion's drive. Remy seated himself on the steps and noticed that her feet weren't actually touching the floor. She didn't turn to him as he made his presence known with the shuffling of a pack of cards.
"Did ya ever wonder what it'd be like t' fly?" The question took him by surprise; he could feel her self loathing and sadness but the question didn't fit with those emotions.
"No, tell ya de truth Remy ain't one for heights." He shuddered at the idea of flying, even in the X-Jet; in truth just being levitated off the ground by Jean made him nervous.
"Ah did. Ah thought it'd be glorious."
"Ain't all it was cracked up t' be, eh?" She glanced to him with saddened eyes.
"That's just the problem, it is. In fact it's better than ah ever imagined." Remy frowned as the cards flicked perfectly from one hand to the other despite his lack of concentration.
"Don't think Remy's followin' ya Cherie." She lowered herself to the ground and stood hugging herself as she turned to face him.
"Ah killed for it." She shook her head; she'd never killed for a power, "Ah mean, ah killed for mah life but . . ."
"Don' need t' say no more cherie, Remy knows all t' well." He paused and looked as if he were fighting his indecision over continuing. "Ya sorry ya killed but ya happy that ya survived it. Don' think dat makes ya happy they died, dat ain't what it means. Beat myself up 'bout dat for years, so take it from someone who knows all t' well." She nodded but seemed unconvinced as she stared at the floor beside him. He placed the playing cards back in his pocket and stood over her smaller figure. He pulled the loose jumper neck up and over her creamy shoulder but it only slid back down her arm. He swept away some of her white curls as he tried to lean down and look at her face but she shifted under his gaze.
Eventually his demanding gaze became too much for her and she hovered away from him. He reached out and caught her gloved hand in his; both seemed startled into a gentler silence at the surging emotions the others hold caused. She found herself drawn to the man, no matter how much she fought against it, and subconsciously allowed her body to drift closer to his. She couldn't stop the smile his cocky smirk sparked.
"Fly with me." She almost begged in a sultry whisper that she knew most men would not answer no to, but Remy LeBeau was not most men and she expected him to refuse no matter what she promised him. His cocky smirk turned to a nervous grin which he tried to conceal.
"Maybe some other time, Remy jus' remembered somethin'." She smiled at his antics and kept her body close to his enjoying the energetic and cheerful feelings she received from the man.
"Ain't nothin' t' be afraid o', trust meh." He couldn't deny it there was just something in the way that she said, 'trust me' that demanded him to do just that. She smiled sweetly gave him a quick peck on the cheek and flew away from him. He watched the southern beauty as she spread out her limbs and enjoyed the sensation of the breeze wrapping around her body. She smiled down at him with sparkling emeralds.
"I ain't sure bout dis . . ." He looked even more afraid than a deer caught in headlights and she descended back to him.
"Ya say stop an' ah'll stop it's that simple." She hovered away from him and outstretched her hand. "Trust meh." He couldn't help himself as he reached for her hand, the way she said those words it was like he'd been waiting all his life for her to say them, like she was the only woman he could ever trust. She smiled as he took her hand and she floated closer to his body again. "Hold on however ya feel comfortable." He looked puzzled and she realised he probably wasn't sure exactly how he should hold on. "Here." She whispered in his ear as she appeared behind him and slipped her arms under his, hooking them up towards his shoulders.
"Maybe dis wasn't such a good idea . . ." He mumbled as he shut his eyes tightly and waited for the wobbly sensation that he associated with being levitated and taking off in the X-jet but it never came. When he opened his eyes again he was floating several meters from the floor.
"Didn't want t' go t' high just encase." She told him as he stared down at the floor with amassment, he didn't feel sick and he actually felt safe in her hold. "Ya ok Cajun? 'Cause ah think this is the first time ah've seen ya speechless." He couldn't see it but he knew she was smiling widely, her previous thoughts lost in the moment, he could already feel the sadness that loomed over her begin to flee. She giggled when he failed to respond to her question. "So we actually gonna fly t'day or is levitatin' enough for now?"
"Ya asked Remy t' fly so fly we will mon Cherie."
"Really?" He nodded his head and she started them moving, slowly at first and increasing their speed so gently that he barely even noticed. She made sure to stay to fairly close to the mansion and even increased their altitude to just above the mansion roof. All the time there were no complaints and he never once asked her to stop. In fact a few times he even asked her to fly faster. She sped up more and more rapidly until she was at a speed she still considered fairly slow but that Remy obviously considered fast enough when she felt his breath catch in his chest. "Oh and just so ya know swamp rat, ah ain't yours." He grinned at the comment.
"Dat a challenge?" She laughed at the question.
"Sure why not."
"I don't believe it! He won't even come flying with me!" The weather goddess seemed angered at the playing couple as she observed them flying over her rose garden at ever increasing speeds.
"Jealous darlin'?" Her company seemed amused by the frustration the southerners caused. She calmed herself and shook her head.
"Just a little upset, we've been friends a long time and he won't even let me go near him in flight." She turned her back to Logan and formed small clouds over her flowerbeds. "She's not even been here a week and he's already up in the air with her."
"They've been through a lot of the same stuff be hard for them to deny that they don't need each others help."
"So he'll let a stranger help but not his friends?" Logan shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and nodded.
"Sometimes all you need to restore your faith in the world is a stranger."
"And after that is she just going to dump him for something more substantial than a stranger."
"I wish." Logan stated and Ororo tore her eyes from her plants to glare at him. "look darlin' we all know me and the Cajun ain't exactly best friends, but this girls like a daughter to me. You seriously telling me you'd want a womaniser like him near your kids?" Ororo smirked.
"I don't have any children."
"I was talking hypothetically." Logan raised an eyebrow to the stubborn goddess, yes she was normally stubborn but she was not usually so dismissive of people. She swallowed the lump in her throat, yes Logan had a point but she knew that more than anything Remy desired to be with someone and only that someone. "Look I ain't here tryin' to pick a fight with you but you've gotta face facts, he's just as likely to hurt this girl as she is him." The weather witch let out a hum of agreement, much against her better judgment, she hated that Logan always seemed to be right.
Rogue was rudely awakened from her meditation by a repetitive knocking at her door, she didn't have to even go look who it was to know that it was Remy. And sure enough he made his presence know by inviting himself into the room. She raised an eyebrow at him but didn't move from her lotus position.
"Ya think this professor o' yours would have a problem if ah installed some kind of anti-Cajun device on the door?" She asked, slightly irritated that he had decided to not only interrupt her meditation but also by the fact that he had extended the invitation himself. Remy smirked at her as he leant seductively on her doorframe.
"Ya mean t' tell me dat ya don' want dis handsome Cajun comin' an' showering ya wit' affection, mon cherie." He purposely put emphasis on the last two words and knew that it would irritate her. She sighed and closed her eyes returning to her meditating, pretending to ignore him. When she sensed that he hadn't move and was still staring at her she opened her eyes and finally answered the question.
"No ah don't." She told him firmly as she stared at his smart attire of black trousers and an almost black shirt that shone a brilliant crimson where the light hit it; it lay slightly unbuttoned and revealed a teasing taster of his well toned chest. "So what lucky lady managed t' get ya t' scrub up so nice for her?" She asked aware, after a brief talk with Logan, how regularly Remy disappeared from the mansion to go out with some pretty young woman. The 'lucky lady' was meant as a joke and he didn't fail to notice it.
"You are mon cherie, dis Cajun don' have eyes for no other." She was flattered by the statement and the attention but didn't let it show, she didn't want to admit that she felt for this man. She didn't want him to break what little was left of her heart. She let a snort of a laugh escape her body.
"Ah never asked ya t' do anythin'." She reminded him as she rose from the floor with the intention of banishing him from her room.
"No ya challenged moi t'." she glared away the shock of him carrying on with the game and approached him.
"Ya should get out 'fore ah kick ya sorry ass o-ut" Her voice grew silent as she struggled to finish the sentence. She stared at Remy in awe of the outfit he had just pulled from behind his back, a dress of the same dark silky material of his shirt hung before her. Black heels were revealed in his other hand along with a matching purse. It took a while for her to find her voice again which amused him even more. "Ah don't think so Cajun." She told him as she pointed to the hallway.
"But Remy already booked de table an' everythin'."
"Table?" She asked in confusion.
"Quoi at de restaurant, ya know where ya eat stupidly overpriced food, an' enjoy de company o' moi." She glanced at the dress again. Alright, if he thought he could win this game he was seriously mistaken, she'd make him realise how dangerous it was to play with the Rogue.
"Alright." She told him simply.
"What?" She smirked inwardly.
"Alright ah'll go wit' ya." Remy looked confused, he obviously hadn't expected her to agree to the idea, or at least not so quickly. The confusion was quickly replaced by a satisfied smile as he placed the garment and other items in her arms.
"Be ready in une hour, got a surprise for ya, mon cherie."
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