Two weeks later

Rogue sat alone at the wedding party table watching Ororo and Logan dancing. They were laughing and gazing into each other's eyes with such love, Rogue couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep and aching in her heart. Now that it's possible Rogue longs with a family of her own desperately, but hopes of that seem far off. All the dates she's been on and the one guy who seemed decent left.

Rogue sighed and twirled her champagne glass between her fingers. The wedding and reception had been held at the mansion, outdoors beneath white canopied tent. Fairy lights hung across the room and white and lavender flowers sat at each table. These gave the place a fairy tale garden feel. Rogue was very happy for her friends, but was feeling sorry for herself.

Time to snap out of it gal. Ya'll can't mope around all night. Rogue looked at her newly married friends again. Ororo looked radiant in her simple wedding gown, her long hair had been curled and small flowers had been placed here and there. She was happy and well on her way to a full recovery.

"Hey, Anna," Bobby said sliding into the seat next to her. "Why you sitting here all by your lonesome instead of dancing?" he asked with a goofy smile on his face Rogue couldn't help but returning.

"Oh, Ah'm just resting, all the excitement from the wedding ya know. Where's ya date Ah didn't think ya'd give tha poor gal a break?" Bobby had brought a pretty blond girl named April with him. They had met at a coffee shop and Bobby was clearly enamored with her.

"I gave her a break. 'Sides, how could I keep dancing and having a good time when my good friend, Anna is sitting here looking so down. Why don't you dance with me?" Bobby smiled at her as he stood and held his hand out to her. Rogue smiled at his consideration and took his hand. As he lead her out onto the dance floor she saw his date dancing with Hank.

"April seems at ease here," Rogue commented.

"Yeah, she's real understanding, and smart. I still can't believe my luck to have found a girl like her, just sitting in a coffee shop,"

"Yeah, ya are a lucky guy, Bobby," Anna said, unable to keep a hint of sadness out of her voice.

"So, what about this guy who keeps sending you all the gifts?"

"Ah really have no idea who this guy is, it gives me the creeps to know he's watchin' meh but, Ah'm not really worried, if he gets too weird Ah'll find him an' put an end ta this nonsense,"

-

Remy stood alone in a dark corner, sipping his glass of whiskey, observing the party. Or so it seemed, he really only had eyes for Rogue. She was dancing with Bobby and seemed to be having a good time. Remy knew there was nothing between them, but he still felt jealous watching them. He never dreamed he'd be jealous of hand holding, but he was. He was consumed with thoughts of her with other men. He could see her kissing them, touching them, and those thoughts consumed him with a rage unlike any other.

As he watched, Beast cut in, then Nightcrawler. Soon Remy would make his move. He would get her back tonight, he would make her understand why he had left and how sorry he was. He looked at her smile and his heart ached. She had changed since he left and it was because of him. He had broken her heart and left her jaded. Even now her smile was guarded, like she wanted kindness, but was afraid of getting hurt again. Rogue had never been afraid before, of anything. Now was definitely the time to make it up to her. He would make her happy, even if took the rest of his life.

-

When Rogue finished dancing she sat back in her seat and helped herself to another glass of champagne. The night air was cool and Rogue was having a good time. She watched as her friends danced and laughed. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Rogue was about to return to the dance floor when she heard a rustling of the tent behind her. Maybe it was the psycho taking pictures of her again. Rogue got up to investigate. She hoped it was him so she could catch the guy and beat the hell out of him for harassing her.

Rogue stepped out of the tent into the cold night. It was dark out, with only the light from the tent shining out. She squinted her eyes into the dark night and saw a figure running quickly towards the mansion. She followed the fast moving figure, and watched him climb into a window. She followed him in through the window, only to be grabbed from behind, as a hand clamped over her mouth.

"Shh, is al'ight, chere. I's on'y me," Remy whispered into her ear, as he pulled her up against his body.

"Remy? What tha hell are ya doin'?" Rogue demanded, stepping out of his embrace and turning to face him. Remy's red eyes burned in the dark and Rogue looked around realizing they were in his room.

"I need ta talk to you, Anna, an' I didn' t'ink you would listen," he replied reaching for his hand.

"Maybe ya thought right," she said slapping his hand away.

"Come on, chere just give me a chance. I want to make t'ings right between us," when reached for her again she tried to slap his hand, but he anticipated it this time and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace. Rogue gasped as her body came flush with his hard body. She stared into his eyes which burned intensely.

Remy ran one hand down to the small of her back and pulled her even closer, reveling in the feel of her soft curves. He buried his other hand into her silky hair and angled her face towards his. He could feel her breathing quicken and her lips parted.

"Anna...I...," Remy wanted to explain, he really did. But her lips, mere centimeters from his were proving an impossible temptation. He lowered his lips to hers, fully expecting her to stop him, but when she didn't he lost all control. He ran his hands over her body and ran his tongue over her lips.

Rogue moaned deep in her throat as Remy's kiss assaulted her senses. He ran his hands over her body and cupped her breasts. Rogue's head swam. She should stop him, and she would, in just a minute. As soon as it stopped feeling so good. Besides it was just a kiss. She could handle a kiss. Any minute now she would deck him for this. His mastery was startling. His lips were firm, applying just the right amount of pressure, while his tongue sensuously explored her mouth. She felt his hands skim her ribcage, then circle around to her back. She was only dimly aware of his fingers working her zipper down as his tongue plundered her mouth.

Remy stepped back to let her dress fall and groaned when he saw she wore nothing beneath it. He shrugged out of his coat and pulled her back into his arms. He licked her throat where her pulse beat frantically. As he cupped her smooth breasts in his hand, he remembered everything he had wanted to say to her.

"Anna, I need to tell you-"

"Shut up, Remy. Just kiss me," he was only too happy to comply. From then on no words passed between. They were nothing more than a flurry of kisses and caresses. Rogue tore frantically at Remy's clothes, desperate to feel his skin. She ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying, then ran her hands down the hard muscles of his chest and stomach.

Remy moaned and threw his head back as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his chest. Her fingers worked at his belt and when she flicked her tongue over his nipple, he couldn't take anymore. Scooping her up he carried her to his bed. He ran his fingers over her skin, skin that felt as smooth as he dreamed it would, skin that tasted as good as he dreamed it would. Her emerald eyes shined with desire as she watched him, further inflaming his desire.

He kissed her then, unable to wait a moment longer. She responded with such intensity Remy's head swam. He bent his head to lick her nipple and let his hand drift between her thighs to where she was wet and ready or him. When he couldn't wait a moment longer he took her and felt a contentment wash over him the likes of which he had never felt before. This was what he had been searching for with all those nameless women, this sublime feeling of more than just physical pleasure. He felt like his heart was swelling within his chest until he could not contain the feelings that burned in him.

"Ah Rogue, mon doux, ma vie, my love, je vous aime à jamais," as they climaxed in unison he rained kisses on her face, praying she would forgive, feeling his love for her burn in his soul, he knew he could never again live without her. He just prayed, as they fell asleep in each others arms, that she would let him stay with her.