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This chapter has got a lot of Romy in it and minor Jott. There's also a little of Kiotr and Bobby/Kitty.
The Darkness Within
A Player, The swamp rat and the Southern belle
Previously
Magneto's Base
"She's still rejecting us." Betsy said.
"Well that's what you're job is for, to woo her over and befriend her." said Magento.
"So we're using her…and I'm just the bait."
"You have a grand job Betsy; do not be afraid of her power."
"Oh, I'm not afraid, just curious. And of course I pity her, having all that power and not being able to control it must drive anyone nuts." said Betsy.
"Men will do anything for power dear Betsy, and now we have it, we do not want to abuse this gift."
"No, but she has the name Rogue for a reason. You may have your power Magneto, but just don't let it go rogue on ya." she said
…
"Well, as long as metal man doesn't know, I could take you out for a walk in Central Park…it wouldn't hurt, plus your powers aren't going crazy are they?" Betsy offered.
"Ah don' know…" said Rogue. "Ah could hurt someone…"
"Oh come on, I'll make sure you won't."
Xavier's Mansion
"…Wait…kiss of death? Kiss of death?" Bobby asked. "You kissed my girlfriend?"
"Oh come on, ya amie's back, she's gone all crazy an' you're angry, an' since Remy got a kiss from ya femme ya can take ya anger out on Remy." Remy explained. "Plus de fact dat you know you gotta hot amie an' she can slip away from you at anytime."
Bobby hit him straight round the face, watching the Cajun with pride as he fell to the ground.
Med Bay
"I'm just glad you all survived, you could have died Jean, and I would have never been able to say goodbye to you."
"How did you think I felt when I saw you laying on the floor unconscious?" she asked. "I thought Rogue had killed you!"
"But she didn't, and we're out of harm's way…for now at least. But…like you said, we need to focus on getting the Professor and Storm better again." Jean smiled and kissed her boyfriend. "I love you Jean."
Xavier Lake
"Logan…I've met two people I care about, more than you'll know. And as much as I'd like to carry on kissing you, I made a commitment to Scott. I was with him first Logan, and I can't imagine what I'd do without him." she explained. "But then I keep thinking about you. It's so complicated, I don't wanna cheat on Scott, but I technically already have, and I'm just so confused."
"Well it doesn't have to be confusing Jeany, its so simple." he said.
Central Park
"Are the X Men okay?" asked Rogue.
"Jeany an' Wolfy are alright, a little shook up but der bon. De Professor an' Scott are unconscious as far as Remy knows, but dey will survive…an' Stormy…well…" he could see Rogue's face was anxious to know, but he couldn't break her heart, she looked too happy. "Stormy's wounded but she'll survive." he lied. "Jeany tol' us that she lost a lot of blood, but she okay. Her legs are broken."
…
"Fine, but you have so gotta see this cutey again." Betsy said.
"Do ah have too?" asked Rogue joking. "Ah don' need a date with a swamp rat."
"As much as I love watching love develop in it's strange and wondrous ways," Rogue scoffed, "we do have to go, but call me on this number, and we can arrange what time to meet you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" asked Rogue. "There aint gonna b' a tomorrow!" Remy smiled.
"O' course Remy will," he said winking at Rogue.
"Before we go, how about you give him a good bye kiss?" Betsy suggested grinning.
"No way am ah given that Cajun a kiss!" Rogue protested folding her arms.
"Aw, ya wound Remy cher." he said as he put his hand on his heart.
"Whatever swamp rat." said Rogue as she was about to walk away. He grabbed her wrist and turned her into his arms and smiled. "What the hell d'ya think ya doin'!"
"Dis." he said. She knew he was going to kiss her; She didn't know why, but she let him kiss her…she didn't stop it. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth as it tangled with her own. He tasted so nice, so refreshing. She almost moaned as the pressure tensed up and he deepened the kiss.
Xavier's Mansion
"Well…Ororo has lost a lot of blood, and she's damaged her temporal lobe and broke a few bones, including her back." explained Jean. Jean's eyes went wide and she pushed Logan back to turn to Ororo's heart monitor, seeing that it had one flat line.
She gasped and went over to her. "Oh my god." she said.
Xavier's Mansion
"Logan pass me the-." suddenly the heart monitor began beeping again. Jean looked at it strangely.
"Is she dead?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No…I mean yes but her heart started back up again…she's fighting." Jean said. Logan put his arm around her.
"I told you." he said. Jean put her hand on her forehead.
"I can't believe that just happened…do you realise that we could have lost Ororo?" she asked, not being able to believe it. It happened so fast and then went back to normal in a flash. She didn't even care that she was in the arms of her admirer.
"Shh…" he said as he stroked her fiery hair. "It's alright; I promised you it would be. She's fighting like you said, the weather witch has plenty of strength." Jean sighed, she wanted some comfort, and she just didn't consider who she was getting it form.
Magneto's Base
Rogue was stomping around the room heatedly, she had almost forgotten what she had done and hat she has become thanks to Betsy. But she was stomping around because she didn't want to have a date with Remy LeBeau. She knew what he was like with women from his memories inside her head, and she knew she could very well do something with him if her dark side got the better of her.
Sure, he was good looking, and charming, but she didn't fall for that. She saw through all that, especially with his memories in her head. Rogue felt like she knew him, and wasn't going to let his womanising ways get in the way of her fun tonight. She only wished Betsy didn't have to ask him to come. She just prayed Wolverine was doing a midnight danger room session.
The door suddenly beeped, making Rogue turn around, and the British girl came into the room with about 6 pairs of different clothes. Rogue looked at her confused.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Betsy laughed and put the clothes on the bed. She looked at them proudly and turned to Rogue with a big smile on her face.
"Well you can't go out in that." said Betsy, pointing to her ripped jeans and a black sweater. "And I know you haven't got any clothes…well only at the Xavier Mansion, but you can't go there…"
"So what, ya lending me ya clothes?" Rogue asked. Betsy nodded and picked up a red dress which looked very small. Rogue looked at it as though she'd never seen anything like it. "What the hell is that?"
"This is my favourite dress…well it was 'coz I got a better one. But it brought me loads of good luck with the men." said Betsy happily, ecstatic that she was showing off her clothes.
"No wonder, have ya seen how low cut it is? Any man would wan' a piece o' that!" shouted Rogue. Betsy rolled her eyes, putting the dress into Rogue's face, trying to convince her to wear it. But there was no way Rogue was going to wear that.
"Oh come, ya wanna look nice for Remy." said Betsy. Rogue shook her head and pushed the dress out of her face. She put her hands on her hips and stared at Betsy.
"Number one, ah don' wanna look nice fo' that swamp rat. Number two, ah never wanted t' go on a date with him, you set me up. An' number three, that aint lookin' nice fo' the Cajun, that's jus' lookin' slutty." explained Rogue. Betsy grinned.
"Meow." she said as she put the dress on her bed. Rogue rolled her eyes and folded her arms. She didn't want to see any of the things Betsy had. "Okay what about this?" Betsy held up a long…very long pink dress which was strapless. "Ya can't tell me this wouldn't look good on ya?"
"That dress has got 'red carpet' all over it. Besides, ah hate pink, it's too girly." Rogue protested. "What's with all the dressed any way, we're goin' t' a pub, not a fancy restaurant."
"I know, I know, but I just wanted to see my babies (talking about the dresses) be worn by someone else." Betsy said. Rogue scoffed. "Alright, how about this black vest top, and this polka dot mini skirt?" Rogue examined it…she had to admit, it did look nice. She nodded and sighed.
"Fine, but ah need some tights, an' a different top t cover up mah skin." said Rogue.
"I thought you could control that power now?"
"Yeah, but ah have t' bring out the dark energy t' do that, an' it takes up a lot o' energy." replied Rogue. Betsy nodded.
"I've got a similar top with long sleeves, but the shoulders are bare." Rogue nodded and Betsy smiled, walking out of the room. As she closed it, she nearly jumped out of her skin to see Pyro and Magneto there.
"You could give a girl a little bit of warning." she moaned. "What is it?"
"I do not know if this is a good idea." Magneto said. "If her powers go out of control, she may go back to the X Men."
"No she won't go out of control; her powers are fine at the moment. Besides, she's not stressed so she probably will forget about everything that has happened for tonight."
"But what if she does get stressed an' then you gotta calm her down?" asked Pyro. "Ya not as strong as 'er." Betsy nodded in agreement.
"I know, but if she goes out of control, she goes out of control. But she'll come back with us, she was the one who followed Magneto into the helicopter in Mississippi, so nothings changed." pointed out Betsy. "Now if you don't mind, I have to go and get ready."
Magneto watched her walk off and stared inside the window at Rogue who was sat on the bed looking at the skirt she had chosen.
"D'ya think she's right?" asked Pyro.
"I'm not sure, her dark side did want to be part of the Brotherhood…" said Magneto.
"Should oi follow them?" he asked. Magneto shook his head.
"Betsy can handle this."
Xavier Mansion
Jean and Scott walked hand in hand as they walked along Xavier Lake. The moon was placed perfectly over the lake with it's reflection in the water. The moonlight shone on the two lovers as they talked and laughed as they reminisced about the past.
"Oh yeah, and remember that time when you nearly blasted Duncan when you found out he had asked me out." laughed Jean. Scott looked down embarrassed and laughed.
"I can't believe I did that. I couldn't stand the thought of you and that loser!" said Scott. "Hey, it wasn't as bad as when you found out about me and Madeline." Now it was Jean's turn to get embarrassed.
"Don't even mention that." she joked. "It's not like me to do something as stupid as that."
"But you still did it." he said laughing. She rolled her eyes and pushed him a little.
"Shut up." she laughed. "I liked making you jealous, but I didn't like being played at my own game. I just wanted to send her into space with my powers when I saw you kiss her." Scott laughed.
"This is nice." he said as he looked to Jean. She stopped walking and smiled.
"What is?" she asked, needing to know, wanting to hear.
"This. Me. You. It just…fits ya know?" he said. She smiled purely at him and nodded as she brought him closer, their lips inches apart. She closed her eyes while still smiling.
"Yeah I know it does." she kissed him gently on the lips and pulled away. "It was always supposed too." He smiled back at her, his arms round her waist.
"You think it's meant to be?" he asked.
"Don't you?" He laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, I think we were always supposed to fall in love, ever since we were born." he told her truthfully. She blushed a bit as she felt butterflies in her stomach. She put her arms around her neck.
"Everything we went through, ever fight, every second, every breath, would lead to this moment, right here." she said. He smiled. "And even though we had the bad times, I'm glad they happened, otherwise, I wouldn't be here with you…and the pain…it was worth it." he put a bit of hair behind her ears and kissed her lightly on her lips.
"Jean…I…I…" he sighed and laughed, he didn't know what to say. "I think you're amazing, you're just…I can't even describe the words of how incredible you are." She blushed at his words and laughed.
"You're just saying that." she said. He shook his head.
"No, you know my words are truthful, I'd never lie to you." She looked at him dreamily.
"Oh Scott, you make me so happy…" she said. 'Your wonderful and I'd never want to hurt you…I have everything with you, love, trust, everything. Yet, my mind keeps going back to Logan. Logan…What do I see in him anyway. You're my whole world Scott, and yet I've fallen for another man, but my love for you is till strong.' she thought as she embraced him.
Scott sighed and pulled her away. "Like you said, we've been heading to this moment our whole lives, nothing can get in the way of us now though. 'Coz I love you Jean, forever. I never want to love anyone else except you." Jean smiled again, she couldn't even describe the feeling she had. The cold night hit her and she felt chilly.
"I think we better go back in, we don't want to get a cold." she said. He nodded and she grabbed his hand. He looked a little defiant.
"Jean?" he asked. Jean turned around and looked to him.
"Yes?" she asked. Her eyes went wide as she saw what he was doing. She couldn't believe it, this was some kind of mistake, or a dream. 'Please let it be a dream, please let it be a dream.' she begged.
Scott was down on one knee, smiling as he took her hand. "I love you more that you'll ever know. We have a bond that no one else has. You know me, and I know you. We have our disagreement, but I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with. After the incident with Storm today, it just made me think. I could loose you at any time without telling you how much I loved you." he explained. He laughed. "I…I know I haven't got a ring…I wasn't planning to propose, but I just thought that, why wait? Four years is a long time, and I've known you al your life…so what I'm trying to say is…Jean Grey…will you marry me?"
Jean looked at him, her heart going out to him. But she didn't know what to say. She couldn't marry him, could she? She loved him as much as he loved her, but she also wanted Logan. She didn't want to be Scott's wife and fancy Logan at the same time. She wanted to be good to Scott, even though she hadn't been the past couple of weeks. Being someone's wife was completely different to being a girlfriend. Could she say no to the man she loved? Or could she say yes, but still want Logan…?
Seven Sins Nightclub
Remy was waiting outside the seven sins club, waiting for Betsy, who had called him to tell him where to go, and Rogue. The seven sins night club sounded like a dirty strip joint, but it was actually a really great place to go to do some dancing or just hang out. Of course, you had to dress up otherwise you wouldn't really fir the dress code.
Remy took a puff of his cigarette as he leaned against the wall. He had on a pair of Armani dark grey slacks with tiny pin stripes on them. The pants fit snugly around his ass and thighs, but flared out just the tiniest bit around his lowers legs, giving them a type of boot cut look. Only a very brave and secure man could pull off those pants…both of which Remy happened to be. His shirt was a charcoal colour that wouldn't necessarily be considered tight, but it snuggled his body nicely. The sleeves were short; allowing his beautiful biceps to be shown for everyone's viewing pleasure. His shirt was un-tucked with the top three buttons undone, giving him a whole I-don't-give-a-damn-look. Around each wrist he wore a thick black leather band as a silver chain was clasped around his neck, his guild insignia on an emblem hanging from it. His hair was pulled into a small ponytail, but a few strands found their way out, falling over his eyes.
He had to admit, he was looking forward to tonight. He couldn't wait to see Rogue, even though he knew she wasn't interested. But Remy knew better, at least he thought he did. Remy thought she was just playing hard to get, but boy was he wrong. He hadn't told anyone where he was going, he just told Kitty he was going out for fresh air. Remy didn't want anyone to know about Rogue since she didn't want to come back yet. It sounded weird, even to him, but he wanted to spend time with her while she was normal, with nothing bothering her. He wasn't going to tell her about Storm nearly dying, she didn't need that, not now anyway.
"'F ya wan' lung cancer, ah suggest ya keep smokin' that thang, otherwise, quit." a Southern tone said. Remy grinned, not having to look up to see who it was. As he did, he saw this beautiful woman before him, even more beautiful than before. She looked like a sexy angel. Rogue wore a black top with sleeves down to her hands, including black gloves, but the top revealed her cleavage and her shoulders. She also wore a black frizzy polka dot skirt with black tights on and high heels. Her hair was down, but he had curled it, including her two white stripes that curled down each side of her face. His mouth was wide open, and he grinned.
"Didn' know ya cared, chéri." he said. She rolled her eyes and walked up to him, putting her hand on her hip. He was literally drooling by this point.
"Ah don'." she said firmly. "Ah'd never care 'bout a swamp rat like you so shut ya mouth, an' ah mean literally." Remy realised what he was doing and did so immediately, then he smiled.
"So, where's ya ami mignon?" he asked. Rogue sighed.
"Unfortunately fo' me she said she'd be right behind me while she waits fo' 'er date." said Rogue sadly. "Which means ah gotta stay with you until she shows up." Remy grinned and put his arm out for her to link with him.
"Remy likes de sound o' dat. Shall we?" he asked. Rogue put her hand on her forehead and sighed. Why was he trying to be such a gentleman, while he was obviously wasn't?
"Ah guess ah haven' got a choice have ah?" she asked as she linked with him. The two walked past the bouncer, Remy smiling proudly at him and entered the club.
The two walked past the dancing people and saw a free table beside the dance floor. The two Southerners sat on the stools next to each other. Remy couldn't help but stare at her as she watched people dance. She was elegant, so delicate like a flower.
"Ya look belle chere." he said in her ear. She blushed a little but turned her head to the side so he couldn't see, but he knew she was. She wasn't expecting him to say that at all. When the funny feeling had gone, she turned back to him.
"So Cajun, how are the X Men?" she asked, curiously.
"Jus' amande." he lied. Rogue smiled, glad that they were okay, though they weren't. "Wolvie on de o'ter side is goin' outta his head." Rogue looked a little concerned but smiled.
"Ah thought he would…" she laughed.
"Yeah, funny fo' you, torture fo' us. Us X Men gotta put up wit' harder Danger room work outs. He's takin' his anger out on us." he said. Rogue laughed again.
"Well at least you tol' 'im that it's mah decision." she said. His face went a little silent. Rogue noticed and folded her arms, looking at him firmly. "You did tell them ah talked t' ya, right?" he didn't answer her, not really knowing what to say. He didn't want to say no because then he'd have to tell her it was only because he wanted to see her again, and he knew if he said yes, she'd see right through him. "You didn't tell them!" she shouted. She was about to jump off her stool when Remy grabbed her arm.
"Wait chere please…" he begged. She sat back down and looked at him angrily. "I didn't tell them 'coz I thought dat maybe you didn' wan' de stress, how was I supposed t' know you didn't wan' anyone knowing?" Rogue looked at him for a moment and sighed.
"Well least ah know ya not lying, ah can tell when ya lying." she said. He looked at her questionably, she didn't know him, so how could she tell? She didn't have to read his mind to know he was confused. "When ah absorbed you, ah got your personality an' ya little habits, ah also know that when you're being sincere, you say 'I' instead o' 'Remy'." He smiled.
"Good information t' know river rat, better keep dat our little secret though, non?" he said. Rogue grinned and shook her head.
"Whatever, an' don' call me that, ah'm not the rat here it's you." she said as she looked onto the dance floor.
"Ya wanna dance?" he asked. She turned her head back round to him and snorted.
"An' what makes ya think ah wanna dance with you?" she asked. He grinned.
"Remy noticed ya lookin' at dat dance floor a couple o' times now." he said. "So he's guessing ya wanna dance."
"An' ya can tell Remy that the reason why ah keep lookin' over t' the dance floor is 'coz there aint anythang else good t' look at." she said harshly.
"Touché." he said as he put his hands up in defence. Rogue kept looking everywhere.
"Where's Betsy, she said she's be right behind me…" Rogue said tapping her foor up against the stool's foot place. Remy laughed, she turned to him. "Ya find mah impatience funny?" He shook his head.
"Non, but Remy jus' figured out ya plan." he said. Rogue looked even more confused.
"Plan?" she asked.
"Oh come on chere, it's a bit obvious. Remy knows dat you set dis whole 'ting up."
"What thang?"
"You said Betsy was coming, but she aint really, 'coz you want some alone time wit' dis Cajun." he explained as he put his hand on her covered legs. Rogue looked down to her leg and back up at him, smiling innocently at him.
She then grabbed his hand, twisted it making him shout in pain and threw him off his stool. He landed on the floor and took a minute to take it all in, he looked at her a little stunned. She stayed on her chair, just looking at him.
"Touch me again Cajun, an' ah'll hurt more then that." she warned. He got up and sa ton the stool, still stunned.
"If dis is you, I defiantly don' wanna meet ya dark side." Rogue rolled her eyes and punched him on the arm. "Hey, what was dat fo'!"
"Don' joke about that, it's not funny when ah'm killin' people, an' it aint funny now." she said. He felt a little bad, though, she shouldn't have pushed him.
"Désolé chere, but ya can' jus' push Remy around like dat." he said.
"An' you shouldn' b' harassing me, but ya still did." she said. He sighed.
"Remy don' wanna row wit' you, he came 'ere fo' some fun." She sighed also.
"Me too…ah can' believe ah'm gonna say this, but…wanna dance?" she asked. Remy's face lit up and immediately jumped off the stool over to her. He held out his hand for her to take. She laughed and rolled her hands as she put her gloved ones in his.
Betsy watched from a distance as the two got up to dance. She was sat at the bar with a Bacardi. Next to her was a babbling blond man, who was annoying her a little. She turned to him and gave him a dead eye. He was obviously drunk.
"Hey, we all have problems luv, but ya problems are ya own." she said. She didn't realise how cute he was until she turned around. He had cute little dimples and a small little face. "I'm sorry, what I meant to say is hi I'm Betsy, and my ears are all open."
He laughed weirdly at her as he was drunk. He wore a large coat which covered his broad back and lifted up his pint of beer.
"Nice to meet you Betzeee Britain." he mumbled. Betsy rolled her eyes and moved to the stool next to him.
"So what's a cutey like you doing totally drunk out of his head?" she asked.
"My dad…" the man moaned. "We're not verrrrry…happy families right now…." Betsy grinned.
"I know what you mean…how come you're not?"
"Let's just say he hates me for what I am…but he doesn't get the fact that what I am…izzzn't whooooooooooo I am." he said. Betsy grinned and got close to his ear, whispering.
"You're a mutant aren't you." she said. He nodded nad laughed uncontrollably.
"Yes! I am! You must be a mmmmind reader of something." She laughed.
"Actually, I am." He looked at her stunned and then began to laugh again.
"Oh yeah, what number am I thinking of?" he asked. She looked at him steadily and then broke off her powers.
"You've got to think of a number luv, otherwise I can't tell you." she said. He started to think of a number and she read his mind. "Two thousand five hundred and fifty three." He kept laughing.
"Vatsssssssss soooo cool. What else can ya doooo?" Betsy looked to an empty beer glass next to him. She concentrated on it and it suddenly fell to pieces. He gasped and looked to her. "Wow, that's amazing." She grinned. "What's ya name again." then she frowned. She stuck out her hand.
"Betsy and you?"
"Warren, Warren Worthington."
The sway of her hips, the swing of her arms, the way her ample breast bounced up and down in rhythm with the music from the club made Remy believe that there was indeed a heaven on earth. She was a dream. He really did not believe that he had ever seen her look more lovely than she did that evening.
A part of him, his egotistical side of course, partly believed that she had prettied herself up for him. She was elegant yet with still slightly funky, a trait he admired very much. Even though she had to keep all her body covered due to her mutation, though he knew she could briefly control it, she definitely knew how to dress.
As she continued to dance along side him, Remy happily took in her appearance for the second time that night. He shook his head a bit and adjusted himself to hide his excitement. He also thought it might be time to have a few drinks, but right no he was with Rogue, and he enjoyed her, he enjoyed her very much. She wasn't only attractive, but her personality was to die for. She was the perfect woman, the perfect vision. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life, and he almost felt honoured to be dancing with her.
He continued his observation of her as she ran her arms up her body slowly, completely lost in the music. Her hair was also what he liked about her. It was wild and unmanageable to maintain, but that's what is liked so much about it…the wildness. It was as if he knew deep inside that Rogue had the capability to be just as wild as her hair if she would just let go of her inhibitions just a bit. He could tell with her defensiveness that she wouldn't let herself go wild and loose. And obviously by her powers, he knew she probably wouldn't go out a lot. Her dancing the way she was was also a clue. It was obvious she hadn't danced for a long time, not because she was dancing badly, she was dancing luminously, but because she had so much energy tucked away, and she was finally let it burst free. She had threatened on occasion to cut her hair off but never actually went threw with it.
Rogue for her part had felt Remy's eyes on her the entire time and, though she hated to admit it, she adored it. There were plenty of beautiful and sexy woman at the club that night, however, his eyes seemed to be only for her. He made her feel womanly, soft, feminine and sexy…something she felt would be impossibility for her to feel as the Untouchable. She felt like she knew him, she felt like she knew him all her life from his memories. She saw the women he had been with, and they were all beautiful, yet he was with her. She could tell he was a nice guy by his memories, but he was too much of a charmer. God but he was too good looking for his own good. 'Ya gotta stop thinkn' that way girl!' she told herself. The fact was, she didn't know him, maybe from the memories, but not by effort. And now she couldn't help but think how good looking he was, and how she was proud that he was interested in her and not the other girls. Rogue didn't want to think that way, but she couldn't help it, and she didn't want to care right now. She was here to have fun, she never normally did this. Who cared if she thought he was gorgeous, it didn't mean anything. She was having fun, and nothing would get in the way of that.
She knew his eyes were on her.
The eyes that she loved so much.
The eyes that haunted her dreams ever since she met him.
The eyes…
The eyes…
The eyes that had no sunglasses covering them unlike the other day.
'He looks better that way anyway.' she thought.
He was blatantly exposing himself as a mutant; she didn't know why he was. If someone found out, they might kick them out. But if they did, they did. They could just go somewhere else. His eyes were lovely, why should he hide them? Why should any of them hide themselves for being mutants? Rogue didn't know why people could have fun, and mutants couldn't. Mutants should be proud to be who they are. She stopped. She knew her dark side was getting hold of her; she needed to stop thinking about that and keep control of herself, though she could hardly do that while dancing the way she was. But this was her, not her dark side, and she was happy at this time, just like Betsy said she would be.
Tonight was about enjoying herself, and she was going to make sure that her old Southern ways of flirting and teasing, was going to come into action.
It was time for fun and games. Just as Remy was about to reach her…an arms length away, she quickly backed away into the crowd, giving him a sultry smile all the while. He moved towards her again, his eyebrow quirked at her action, and again just as he was about to reach for her she moved, a small crowd blocking her from him. He noticed the mischievous smile that played on her wonderful lips and the playful wink she gave him. 'Little chienne wants to play, Hahn?' A slow sexy grin spread across his face as he began to chase after her through the sea of bodies. Every time he would get close to her, she would side step him and dive into the crowd. Close, yet so far. He knew she was enjoying his attention…his eyes only for her. He knew that she felt a little powerful having him chase after her, not that he was complaining and even though technically she was more powerful than him. He was getting quite turned by their little game. The way she slowly swayed to the deep base of the music. The way she looked at him from underneath droopy eyelids, beckoning him; the black of her thick eyeliner accentuating the deep emerald colour of the eyes he loved so much. The way she was biting on her lower lip, making him wish that it were he whom was doing the biting.
'Enough o dis, she wan' to play…we play.' he thought.
With that thought, he disappeared into the crowd.
One second he was there, the next he wasn't. 'Wha?' Rogue lost sight of him. Maybe she teased him too much, it wasn't normally like her to do this, maybe she didn't make it clear enough she was teasing and he thought she was running away? Maybe she just wasn't good at this sort of thing, even though she was like this, she had never really let anyone chase her before. Maybe she did it all wrong.
But Remy knew what she was doing, and he enjoyed the chase. The look in his eyes clearly indicated that he was enjoying himself.
And she knew she was, a little too much. This wasn't a new side to her, she was a flirt, but she never showed it because there was no point. She didn't know that just having the Cajun slowly chase her through the crowd could affect her so, but all these thoughts and memories in her head, yet it did. But where was he now? Maybe she was going too fast. Maybe he lost sight of her. Maybe…
Two strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist from behind.
Maybe he was right behind her.
"Bonjour mon femme." Remy whispered into her ear, causing her to close her eyes slightly and shudder against him. At her reaction, she heard him chuckle softly behind her, but not one to let someone else have the upper hand…especially in her intoxicated state, Rogue slid her arms up and around Gambit's neck, allowing him a great view of her cleavage as she rested her head against his chest. Going with the beat of the music, she began to slowly roll her ass against his groin firmly, giggling at the hardness that had formed there.
"Is that for me Cajun?" Clearly speaking about the bulge in his pants. Rogue nearly bushed at her own comment, she hadn't heard herself talk like that forever, but she knew the Cajun would like it. He liked the quick witted remarks. Remy was somewhat surprised and taken aback by her words, not to mention her actions. It was usually he who would make the sexual comments and innuendos, no girl had really been like that. They just giggled, they never challenged his words. But he had to remember the rumours of the mansion, and what happened outside. He knew she was a little flirt inside.
Planting two firm hands on her hips to stop her movement, he tried to stifle his groan. "Salir fille!" Seeing how his reaction caused another giggle to escape her… at his expense of course, he decided then and there to give the little Southern Belle a taste of her own medicine. After all, she had to be taught a lesson. She needed to see exactly whom she was dealing with, since she thought she did from his memories, but she didn't have a real experience of what he could do. If she wished to play with the big boys then so be it. Play they shall. Grasping her hips and pulling her roughly against him, he began to grind himself against her ass, causing her to feel a whole lot more of him than she had before. At her gasp…which he so enjoyed to hear, he whispered softly in her ear, "It yours chere, if ya wan' it." His hands moved to her thighs as she began to move against him. "You wan' it belle?" Her blush did not escape his notice. It seemed to spread all over her in the matter of seconds. Beginning on her cute cheeks, down her slender neck and soft shoulders, to finally come to an end over her delicious white mounds. "Dieu," he began, completely in awe of her beauty, "You look so fine tonight bébé."
At his compliment, Rogue turned to face the man who was the first one to make her act like this, as she slid her arms back around his neck. It was as if she knew behaving this way was not what she was supposed to be doing, but having no control over her own body. Was the room spinning also? And when did it get so hot? "Ya don't look too bad yourself Swampy." Staring deep in his eyes, she rubbed herself against him.
He was quite aroused by her behaviour, and he laughed as the continued to dance. He looked into her eyes and started to see her emeralds, the ones he loved so much, turn dull. He was a little worried, knowing her dark side could take over.
"Maybe we should sit down, have a few drinks?" he asked. Rogue stopped dancing for a moment and looked at him a little questionably. She was having a good time, why was he trying to ruin that by sitting down. She had never felt like this way, like a proper woman, and tonight thanks to him, she did. Why did he want to spoil that?
"What, ya gotta problem with me Cajun?" she asked, offended.
Remy ran his hands down her back and over her ass, squeezing it gently as he jokingly said, "Non! I been waitin' all day fo' dis. An' t'anks t' you I got more den I bargained fo'. I t'ought ya wo' goin' t' sit around and jus' hate moi, but ya didn' an' ya havin' some fun. A lot o' fun." he said winking.
With a very girly giggle that set the thief's heart and other areas of his body aflame, she turned to him and went right up to his body, his hand still on her ass. "Then less talkin', an' more dancin'." she said.
Loving her cheeky grin he replied with a hearty laugh and another firm squeeze of her ass. "Remy can oblige t' dat chere." She was about to dance when she turned back to him.
"Ah thought we went through this swamp rat," she said. "Ya can look, but can' touch." he smiled.
"Technically Remy's already touched. So 'ow 'bout, Remy can look, an' Remy can touch a little, but not too much?" he asked. Rogue grinned.
"Ya got yaself a deal." she said. Then, with a quick suspicious look to the left, then another curious one to the right, taking in all of the people that were dancing around them, she looked back up at the Cajun and snorted. He looked at her curiously.
"Wha?" he asked.
"Not t' sound too much like the ol' Southern law o' the situation on us and the Yankees, but here they are, takin' up the whole dance floor, tryin' t' dance, when they obviously can'." she said. "They don't know a damn thang 'bout dancing, huh Cajun?" A slow mischievous smile spread across his face as he shook his head no in regards to her question as his eyes twinkled in delight. He had a pretty good idea he knew where she was going with this. She slowly slid away from him, running her hands down his chest as she turned around to press her back against him. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a flirty wink. She wasn't normally like this, but tonight was about being the old her, the one where she didn't have any powers and used to be a flirt with the boys at school. "Wan't' show them damn Yankees why the dancing from the south is so famous?"
He bit his lip then. God how he was going to enjoy this! He placed one hand onto the back of her head as the other rest against her stomach. As he bent her forward he noticed the rolling movement she did with her back and ass. Huskily, he replied, "We show dem why it be called de Dirty South."
Rogue grinned.
Boy was this going to be fun.
Xavier's Mansion
Jean entered her bedroom. She was so tense from what had happened with Scott, she didn't know what to do. Her eyes fell onto the room and she noticed all flowers around her. She gasped, not knowing what to say. She saw Scott walk out of their bathroom with a tux on, and a rose in his mouth. Jean put her hand over her mouth.
"Oh my god Scott, you did all this?" she asked.
"Yep." he said as he took the rose out of his mouth. "All for you."
"But…why?" she asked. He walked over to her and took her hands.
"'Coz I love you Jean. And like I said, you're the only woman I ever want to love, or ever will love." Jean's heart was beating like mad, she'd expect it to go silent anytime soon. "And this time, I'm gonna do it properly." he got down on one knee and got a little box out of his tux pocket.
"Oh my god." she said, though she had guessed what would happen.
"Jean, I'm madly in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you do me the honour of marrying me?"
Jean looked at him unsure. She loved him, more than she could say, but she had something for Logan. Here was Scott the love of her life, and she was comparing him to Logan who she had a simple crush on. She didn't know what to do, what to say. It was all too much for her to bear right now. It seemed she was all happy and everything else around her was going wrong. But in matter of fact, she was going wrong for her too. She had a man she had dreamt her whole life of asking to marry her, and now she was actually struggling on what to say for some wolf man who didn't even stick around for the X Men. Logan wasn't boyfriend material, and Scott was. Scott was husband material.
She smiled at him. "Of course." his eyes widened.
"Yes?" he asked again. She nodded laughing.
"Yes, of course it's yes." she exclaimed. He picked her up immediately ad spun her round. He then put her back down and placed the diamond ring on her finger. She looked at it for a moment and looked back to him. "It's beautiful."
"Yeah, but nothing compared to you." he said as he held her. Jean smiled…and then frowned…
New York Streets
After a lot of drinks, dirty dancing, showing some Yankees how to dance, and flirting, the two Southerners one of them being Rogue was quite drink, a sober but drunk on 'hot blond' Warren, were worn out. Rogue and Remy were linked, Remy making sure she was upright, and Betsy had her arms wrapped around the absolutely drunken Warren, who probably had forgotten her name. But just in case, she slipped her phone number into his pocket. Rogue's thoughts were dazed, but she knew what she was doing, at least she thought she did.
He tried not to laugh, really he did. But seeing the untouchable, normally hard core Southern belle fallover from tripping on her own two feet, however, was his breaking point. Normally, espaeically from the rumours of her punishments for annoying, laughing, pitying her and so on, meant you'd face the wrath of the Rogue, he'd not laugh at her, but he knew she was drunk, and he was tipsy, so he didn't really think about it. Even in her drunk state she still had her personality in there. He had tired to help her, really he did, but she kept insisting that she did not need his help, guess she was wrong. Honestly, who wouldn't laugh at the sight of the Famous Southern Belle in an undignified heap, clinging onto a car boot, trying to raise herself up? Of course the murderous look she was shooting him with did give him an excellent reason to sober up real quick, and remind him who he was dealing with.
"Somehtin' funny Cajun?" she asked.
"Non chere…"
"Then ya want tah a help a gal out here?"
"But you say you don' wan' my…"
"Shut up an' help unless ya wan' me t' kick yo' ass!" she shouted. Betsy was also laughing at this, not being able to stop. Warren on the other hand was staring at his feet like they were amazing things.
"Of course belle." Loving the opportunity to find any excuse to wrap his arms around the normally 'hands off' beautiful Southern woman, Remy took his sweet time helping Rogue up from her tangled form. He could help himself; his hands admired her small waist and flare of her hips as his eyes took in the swell of her breast and the smoothness of her neck. 'Mon Dieu, she beautiful.'
Rogue noticed Remy admiring her form and the way his hands seemed to linger a bit too long on her, she couldn't help but to blush, but any embarrassment she might have felt at that moment was overshadowed by her boldness. She was too drunk to care if she was blushing. 'Ah, alcohol is a wonderful thing.' As soon as she was up and standing on her own, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body impossibly close to his. With her mouth now hanging dangerously close to his, she whispered softly to him, "Thank you Remy."
He lost all sane thinking at that moment. She drove him mad with want and lust. And he had only known her for two weeks. He couldn't even understand himself how he liked her so much when he'd only known her for that long. Maybe it was because she was such a challenge, and she played his game. He knew, especially in her drunken state, she'd probably be even flirtier with him, which he had no problem with at all.
While Remy was dealing with Rogue, Betsy was half way down the street, still in distance, but not really looking what the two Southerners were doing. She was trying to walk him down to the main road to get him a taxi, and then go back to Rogue who would have probably said goodbye to Remy by now.
Knowing Betsy couldn't see or hear the two, not even thinking about the consequences, he backed her up harshly against the side of the car as he pressed himself against her. He was thankful that they were not on a main road because he was sure that some people would consider the way they were wrapped around each other borderline indecent. "Rogue," he rasped as he felt himself…his mouth, descend towards hers. Just a mere half an inch and their kiss would've been sealed, with all consequences included. Remy knew Rogue could hold her powers back, but in her drunken state, she might not of been able to, but it was a risk he was willing to take as he stared at those luscious lips he wanted to taste more and more. They tasted like cherries, and he just wanted a bite. He felt her legs wrap around his hips, and her arms around his neck, one playing with his hair. She bit her lips, knowing she was being very dirty. They both reluctantly turned their head in the direction of the sounds. Exiting the entrance of the dance club was none other than a giggling woman accompanied by a smirking man.
Turning back to Rogue, the Cajun looked at her shining emeralds for eyes. With a soft shove; soft in Rogue's case causing him to tumble back a goof few steps, she made her way down the street. Remy watched what she did and walked after her.
"Where we goin' now?" he asked happily. She burst out laughing for some strange reason.
Still staring straight ahead, she answered him in a very monotone voice, "Home."
"Is dat de Brotherhood or Xavier's?" he asked, unsure.
"Oh…good point swamp ratty." he looked at her a little strangely when she said that but knew she was drunk. "Xavier's is mah hooome, but ah'm stayin' with the Brotherhood till ah can have control…so ah'm goin' back t' the brotherhood."
Why? It still early…"
"Isn't it obvious? This night and especially this here 'date' which Betsy cooped up, is officially over."
Looking back to stare straight ahead, Remy decided to voice what he pretty much knew they both were thinking. "You're mad."
Not a good idea.
Now, Remy knew the reasons why she was famous. Rogue was famous around the Xavier Institute for many reasons, the first and main reason was also the most obvious…her powers. She was the Untouchable. The second was her distinguishing features, such as her hair and accent. The hair was the cause too many a skunk jokes and the accent gave her the title of the resident Southern Belle of Xavier's. The third was the scary one, however. Even though Rogue was usually found in a good mood and acted a sweet as they came, if someone had the unfortunate pleasure of angering her…of really angering her, they would know why else she was famous for. Rogue's wraith was enough to give the Devil himself nightmares. Most all who lived at Xavier's had experienced either at on time or another the 'Wrath of the Rogue' as it had come to be known. Remy hadn't really come across it yet, but was intending not to. Judging from her body language, the Cajun would have to guess that by the end of his 'date' with Rogue, he would be gaining a couple of more scars to add to his collection.
"Mad? MAD? Mad ain't the word ya no good White Trash Swamp Snake!" Rogue shouted, he southern accent doubled by both the alcohol and her anger. "Ya try t' dance freaky dirty style with me, ya tried t' kiss me, which ya did…an' ya were laughing at me when ah fell over! Don't' even sit there and try to deny it either cause you know ya did! Just cause Ah'm a little drunk right now don't mean ah'm stupid, ya obviously tryin' t' charm me, ya have all night! What the hell is wrong with ya?" Remy looked at her sternly.
"Hey, you were de one who danced wit' Remy like dat. Sure Remy could have done a few dirty moves, but you could have said non, but you were de one who started in de first place, so o' course Remy gonna dance wit' you like dat!" Remy pointed out. "Qui, Remy tried t' kiss you, but only 'coz I t'ink ya so damn gorgeous! An' Remy laughed at you, which I feel bad 'bout, an' I'm desole chere."
Seeing the honesty on his face, Rogue too sighed as she nodded her head. Feeling a slight wave of relief run through him, since he did not want to bring out her dark side and be turned into dust, he carried on walking beside the Rogue, and also decided to continue to press his luck; after all, he wasn't called Gambit for nothing. He put his arms around her waist, helping her stand, but also because he wanted to feel her figure beneath her clothes. She didn't really notice, or care.
He was comfortable, but when she began to pull her hand away, Remy's hand shot out to grab onto hers and brought it to his chest. Looking intently into her eyes, Remy asked her, "Speaking o' tonight chere, answer me dis, why did you drink so much tonight?"
Feeling a blush spread across her cheeks, Rogue knew she was busted. Sure she could try to lie, but her state of mind was every where, she didn't know what she was saying. Gambit would be able to see straight through her as if she were made of glass, anyone would be able to. Also, there was that little fact that she was well known for being a horrible liar. 'Just tell the truth ya moron. There's no shame in it, ya never gonna see the swamp rat again.' That was easier said than done, though. This was the cocky ass Cajun she was dealing with. She was sure that he would tease her endlessly if he were to find out the true reason why she drank so much. The last thing she wanted was for her to end their so called date with her knocking his ass out for picking on her. 'Oh well, my mama taught me not tah lie. If the slimy Cajun decides to poke fun then he will just have tah deal with the consequences of his actions, but 'f he heard 'bout me when ah was dead, he'll know not t' mess with me.' Tearing her eyes away from him and staring to the skies instead. Resisting the urge to knock his face in, she hurriedly spat out the truth. Grinding her teeth to the point of painful, Rogue turned to face the cocky thief and very slowly, very audibly stated, "Ah was nervous."
With a sigh of satisfaction, Remy leaned back in his seat to present her with a gentle, but still insufferably cocky grin. "Whatever fo'?"
"Fuck you swamp boy." she said.
"Whenever you wan' bébé, you know I's always ready."
This time, Rogue didn't fight the urge, she did roll her eyes, but the blush that washed over her made her rude gesture loose all it's worth. "Jus' go home, ah don' need ya t' walk me down the street."
"Non," Remy replied, "Why was you nervous fille?"
"Give it up swamp rat, I ain't spilling. It ain't that important anyway."
"Not true, if it cause you to drink dis much den it be pretty damn important…is it 'coz o' ya dark side?" She didn't answer. He'd just have to use his charm on her. Staring deep into her eyes, as he called forth his rarely used, but sometimes-deadliest weapon in his arsenal of mutant powers; his charm power. His eyes began to swivel in a hypnotizing swirl as his voice became monotone yet soft, carousing, seductive and inviting. This way, he'd get an answer. He was too curious for his own good.
"Remy know he wo' teasin' befo', but not no more. Talk to me Rogue. I promise not to tease no more. Why were you so nervous?" he asked, knowing she would answer. But it had quite a different outcome.
Usually, when Remy would question folks, they would go into a trance like state, so lost would they become under the intense gaze of his swirling ruby eyes. He'd done it a million times before, why then was he seeing a completely different reaction coming from Rogue now? Instead of her being lucid, submitting and out of it, she appeared to stiffen, tense, and look completely not out of it. 'Merde.' He'd just have to approach this a different way. Remy, knowing of her powers had luckily brought gloves with him, just in case. He took them out of his pockets and slipped them on.
Leaning towards her, Remy cupped her chin and turned her head to face him. Seeing the gentle look he was giving her, Rogue couldn't help blush. Running his hand down her cheek, protected by her hair, he whispered to he, "You so belle when you blush." IT was a comment that only made her blush even deeper. Continuing in the same low tone, Remy said, "Ya gonna tell dis Cajun, he won' laugh."
Looking into his eyes…his beautiful red and black eyes, Rogue knew that he wasn't lying to her. "Just…the way we were dancing." she said simply.
"So dat's why ya was nervous, cause ya were dancin'?" he asked her a little confused.
"Yeah," she whispered as her eyes continued to gaze deep into his, "Ah know it sounds weird-."
"-Oui."Rogue gave him an evil eye as he interrupted her. Her lips stuck out a little.Remy couldn't help but gaze at her lips…her full pouty, luscious lips. Those crimson kissable lips.
"But after all the flirtin', an' feelin' like mah ol' self again, ah jus' couldn' take it all in ya know? It was weird acting the way ah did. As an X Man ya kind o' have t' have the 'disgusted' perspective on the people who dance an' talk that way. Ah guess drinkin' a lot made me feel like ah had an excuse t' do that. Coz' me acting that way, flirty an' all that, though it was how ahacted when ah was younger, ah kinda felt disgusted in mah self, it felt like mah dark side, though it wasn't." she explained. He felt very sorry for her, she knew he did, she could see it in his eyes.
"Remy didn' have any idea…" he said apologetically. She looked at him seriously and sternly.
"So ya shouldn', ya don' know me." she said firmly. He took a little offence to the way she had said that. But she brushed past him before he could say anything. He followed her.
"Non I don', but I was hopin' too." he said honestly. She stopped in her tracks and looked back to him. She laughed sarcastically.
"Ah got ya memories inside mah head somewhere, an' from what ah remember, ya don' care 'bout people, ya jus' a ladies man." she was right there. "So what makes me any different?"
"'Coz ya an X Man…'coz ya different from all de femmes I've ever met in mon life!" he exclaimed.
"No." she said. She walked up to him steadily. "It's 'coz ya can' have me. Not 'coz ya don' wan' me, 'coz ah won' let you. That's what makes me different." He sighed as she turned her back.
"Qui, but I wanna make sure ya okay, 'coz ya an X Man." Rogue once again stopped and turned around. She put her hand on her hip and shook her head.
"What, so ya here fo' the X Men, t' get me t' go back?" she asked.
"Non I wo' 'ere t' see you." he said. "I tol' you dat."
"Then what the hell d'ya mean bah that?"
"Chere, ya need help, de more you keep runnin', de more dis power is gonna build up, an' no matter how hard you can fight it, it don' change de fact ya need t' have some help t' control it."
"What, an' all o' a sudden jus' 'coz we went out fo' one night, ya think ya know me? That ya wanna help me 'coz ya concerned! Ah'll tell you who's really concerned mah family, yes, the X Men, but ya not in it!" she shouted flapping her arms in the air as she got closer and closer to the heated Remy.
"Well maybe Remy don' wanna b' part o' it!" he shouted back. "An' it's called bein' nice a word you've probably never heard o'!" She scoffed.
"You nice? Ya may say nice thangs, the right thangs t' cheer someone up, but ah got ya memories lodged in mah head, gawd save me, an' there tellin' me otherwise!" she shouted.
"Jus' 'coz you got a couple o' memories, don' mean ya know me chere, so don' keep giving me dis bullshit 'bout me not knowin' you, when you keep dishin' out de same desert!" he shouted back, getting closer and closer.
"Well maybe ah won', an' ah jus' take off!" she said, inches away from his face.
"Well den maybe you will!" he shouted, there lips a moment apart. The heat rose, the air became thick. The two Southerners practically jumped each other as there lips came crashing onto each others. There kiss, though very fast and rushy, wasn't sloppy.
Remy lifted Rogue up and she put her legs over his waist like she did earlier. He held her us there kiss got more and more heated. The two would moan now and again, he rubbed his hand up and down her back. The passion was so high, he fell backwards onto a wall, and having to have it as support otherwise he'd fall. He turned around and pressed Rogue up against the wall hard, though it didn't hurt. His hand went up and down her leg, she started to get a tingling feeling. She didn't know if that was good or bad since she could never be allowed to do such a thing without placing someone in a coma. Rogue though, soon felt what it was. She was loosing control, her dark side; the one she was so scared of was coming out. Terrified, she pushed Remy back. He fell onto the side of the car and looked at the girl shocked.
"What was dat fo'?" he asked. Rogue started to feel the same headache she dreaded, as she knew what that would lead to. Remy noticed and immediately was by her side. "Rogue, listen t' moi, don' let it take over, jus' concentrate." he said. He placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him angrily. She used her telekinesis to push him back into a car, but he rolled over it.
Rogue suddenly felt a burst of energy hit her. She fell to the ground and Betsy stood over her. "Sorry luv, gotta do this." Betsy got her heal and kicked her head. Rogue was unconious. Remy got up and went over to them. Betsy turned to him. "I'm taking her home." Remy nodded and helped pick Rogue up.
"I'll get you a taxi." he said.
"No that's okay." she said. He looked at Rogue, feel sorry for her. "I doubt she'd like that pity stare ya giving her right now." He snapped out of it and smiled weakly.
"Remy knew dis wo' gonna happen, he could feel it."
"I had an idea, but I thought it wouldn't since she was having so much fun with you." Remy sighed and looked Betsy in the eyes. He knew Rogue would hate him for saying this, since she had said he didn't know her, which he didn't yet, but he had learnt this about her.
"Rogue is a fillie wit' many emotions. You may t'ink dat she was enjoyin' 'erself, but she's got many sides t' 'er. I jus' found dat out. Don' say ya know her, until you really know 'er." he said as he stroked Rogue's hair. With that, he smiled and went to leave. "Oh an' when she wakes up, tell her t' look in her pocket!" Betsy smiled and nodded.
Xavier Mansion
Remy walked into the Xavier mansion, exhausted from tonight. He was about to think about it al when he heard a voice coming from the staircase.
"And where have you been?" Remy looked up to see Bobby Drake there. "It's 3am."
"Out, what's it t' you?" he asked.
"Wolverine's been out lookin' for Rogue, figured since you've been round town, you might have seen her." he said as he came to the bottom step to meet Remy.
"Non, Remy hasn't." he said simply. Bobby grabbed Remy's collar and pulled him right up to his face.
"If you're lying-."
"Kitty's not 'ere t' save ya dis time mon ami, so Remy advises you t' let go o' 'im befo' I cause some real damage." Bobby let go as Remy pushed past him.
Magneto's Base
"Ah knew it was comin' though." Rogue said. "Ah felt it overcome mah body." Betsy was sat next to Rogue on her bed.
"Don't worry luv, ya didn't hurt anyone. It was me who kicked ass." Rogue laughed.
"Yeah, thanks t' you ah'm gonna have the embarrassment o' sayin' ah got this bruise with a heel mark from you." Rogue said. Betsy laughed.
"But you did have a good time?" she asked. Rogue turned to Betsy and looked at her sincerely.
"Ya know what, ah did. It wasn't the Cajun…well maybe a little. But it was more about bein' out there, feelin' like a woman again ya know? Ah've never had that befo' since ah've always been called a kid." explained Rogue. "An' ah'm sorry you were left babysittin' that guy…Warren?"
"Are you kidding me? I loved that! He was the cutest guy ever, I'm actually glad that the ice cream guy didn't turn up!" Rogue laughed.
"Ya do surprise me…but really…thanks Betsy, ah owe this feeling t' you." she said honestly. The room went silent for a moment. "Normally ah'd give you a hug, but ah'm not quite there yet." Betsy laughed.
"But do you trust me?" she asked. Rogue thought for a moment then smiled.
"Ah do." she said. Betsy smiled and patted her lap.
"Good, now I'm going to bed and fantasising about Warren." said Betsy as she stood up. Rogue stood up to and laughed. Betsy looked at her genunilly. "I'm glad you had a good time." Rogue smiled as Betsy headed towards the door. Before she left, a grin appeared on Betsy's face and she turned round. "Oh and look in your pocket." with that, she left.
Rogue looked curious and put her hand in her pocket. In her gloved hand, was a 3 of diamonds with a smiley face drawn on it and a number. Rogue grinned and shook her head happily.
"Stupid swamp rat." she said.
Outside the room in the glass window, Betsy and Magneto were watching her. "You did a fine job my dear, thanks to you we have a powerful weapon in our use. All we need to do is bring out her dark side."
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Betsy asked.
"It was our plan all along Betsy, you know that." he said.
"I-I know, but she seemed scared of it, don't you think it's wrong to put her through that?"
Magneto turned his head to her and gave her a stern look. "I do hope you haven't changed your mind of who side you are on." She looked at him and shook her head. "Good, because you know there would be consequences." She nodded to him. "You've done an excellent job of winning her over." he walked off out of the room. Betsy watched as Rogue looked at herself in the mirror smiling. Betsy sighed; a wave of guilt hit her…
So how did you like it? PLEASE REVIEW!
Like I said more than 5 please x x x Romy? was it good enough? I know it was a little dirty, but I think that's Remy's real personality to start with. In real life he'd be a flirt. And Rogue's side had to be shown.
Anyway, I'm going on holiday for another two weeks, that's why I made his extra long. But I'll make sure to update ASAP when I get back in 2 weeks! Lv ya all xxx
