I'm sure everyone can figure out what sort of chapter is coming up. I do so love citrus fruit...though starfruit's fun too...maybe a pineapple or two? I was going to just skip this and leave ya'll where they woke up...but that's not nice since some of you took time to review :)

Story:

"Gambit, Ah need yo' 'n now Sugah."

'Gambit' just about spilled himself when she said that.

"Please Remy." Now that just wasn't necessary. The ache in his loins was just about ready to drive him crazy.

Haphazardly he tore off her nightgown, it was a two piece long-sleeve ensemble, and he stopped to watch the fabric slide from her form -unable to stiffle the quick intake of breath at what lied beneath the silk. Rogue was just as beautiful uncovered as she was covered and Remy, suddenly finding due cause to slow down, was more than happy to worship her with his eyes as well as his hands.

Thieves hands. Hands trained for stealing treasure, for appreciating things of great value, dexterious hands... "Hands o' d' King o' t'ieves" Remy grinned as his finger slid past her, biting his lower lip -he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate, tearing his gaze away from her face contorted in feelings of pleasure he buried his own in the crook of her neck as he continued his assualt on her skin.

He didn't leave a single inch of her skin untouched...her gloves discarded, as his bare flesh ran over her own. Butterfly touches skimmed her sides as he pulled her in for a gentle kiss. Rogue hardly moved but Remy understood, she was more than content just being for once in her life she was happy to be Rogue...to be there...in her own skin.

"Rogue...I don' t'ink yo' know how much Remy be caring 'bout yo'." Gambit's lips trailed fire up her neck and to her ear where he gently teased the lobe with his teeth. "Yo' mean ev'rythin' to me...all o' me." certainly he was implying the arousal she could feel pressed against her thigh but he also meant the Remy in the real world, the one Rogue couldn't quite find it in herself to accept.

"Rogue..." he pulled away and waited, gently, until her emerald eyes fluttered open to meet his fiered gaze.

"I love you."

Realization snapped behind the green of stones as her eyebrows arched, her eyes widening before she suddenly pulled herself closer to him drowning in the sense of him..the smell of him, the touch of him..hers...

"Remy...Ah...Ah love yo' too Sugah. Oh Gawd, Ah love yo'." Rogue's eyes had filled with tears as she began to move beneath him, pulling him close she pulled his shirt over his head, her hands returning the favors his had shown her. Marking every inch of skin with her touch.

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Gambit didn't think that he could stand any more, he understood that she was reveling in something she hadn't felt..ever...but Rogue's sweet innocent brushes were about to put a quick damper on his mood...

"Chere." he hissed through clenched teeth as her fingers brushed over his painfully erect shaft. "Don' do d'at Rogue!"

Quickly he flipped the both of them over, arousal poised at her entrance "Dis'd be over real quick if'n yo' kept dat up." Gently, ever so gently he pressed his hips forward "I be sorry Chere, dis' hurt...but Remy more dan make it up to you."

He had to give it to the girl, she took the pain.

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Gambit didn't think the two of them could move any more in synch, or that their bodies could be strung any furthur. Rogue was matching him, thrust by unrelenting thrust, encouraging him to go harder, faster, deeper.

He kept his eyes locked with hers, which kept fluttering shut at the feelings running through her being as they rocked together. They were both covered with a light sheen of sweat he could smell as he leaned in to pepper kisses on her face.

Rogue's back began to arch as the pressure built. "D'ats it Chere...let it build Rogue...Come fo' Remy."

"Oh God..." Suddenly Rogue's release came as her muscles clenched and her head arched backwards "Remy!" Her breathing increased rapidly as wave after undending wave of pure pleasure washed up and over her.

"Sapriste!" Remy hadn't thought Rogue could become any tighter. "Rogue.." he growled low into her ear as his own release took over. "Rogue."

Collapsing on top of her he carefully extracted himself and rolled to the side, pulling her in close with him...aftershocks still rocking her body.

"Stay w'it mah Rogue."

"Ah ain't plannin' ta go 'n'ah wah Cajun." Rogue smiled weakly as she brushed her lips over his, mildly wondering if she could even walk. Mental projection or not.