Secrets

A/N: This is where all the good stuff happens ((wink)) and I tend to get detailed, so if you're squeamish, skip ahead, lol.

PartTwo

In a heartbeat Marie was on the back of his red and black bike, feeling its' power beneath her in a steady hum as her arms rose to encircle his waist. Though her hotel was fairly close, which is why they were headed there, the ride was exquisite torture for both of them. But Marie subconsciously rubbed against him, seeking to be closer still and breathing in his heady scent of warm spices and cigarettes. He was radiating heat like a furnace and suddenly it seemed like she was so cold..."Chére, yo' killin' me," he groaned, hands tensing on the handlebars. "Me too, hurry," she gasped out. And he did. They were lucky they weren't pulled over for going thirty miles or more over the limit.

But finally they made it to her hotel and raced up to her room, stumbling into her door, which happened to be unlocked. "Very dangerous, petite," he murmured, his words a whisper against her lips. "I know," she said with a choked half-moan before their lips were fused together once more, neither really caring as it meant they could do what they were driven to do all the faster. Some small part of her mind yelled that this was wrong, that she'd just met him, that this way far different from all those other nights with other guys before she met him, but it was quickly silenced. She needed this; they needed this. It was as vital as her next breath, and she'd been holding her breath so long... It was instinct, their bodies ever seeking closer contact, her kissing him with a passion she had never quite felt before, not with anyone.

She opened her mouth to allow his probing tongue further entry and mewled with pleasure as sensation coursed through her. Remy took her mouth fiercely, relishing her cries, and the way she moved against him. He pulled back slightly and looked down at her, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile when she whimpered at the loss of his touch. Her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed, and her swollen lips were parted as she gasped for air. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly, voice rough with passion. She nodded once and he crushed his lips back down on hers. Remy kissed down her neck, pushing the thin straps of her shirt down ahead of the trial his mouth was making.

Marie threw her head back, giving him access to her throat, her breathing becoming even more ragged with each kiss and touch. Wanting to feel his body and cause the same reactions in him as he was causing within her, she moved her hands up to push the trenchcoat from his shoulders and down his arms. As if sensing her wish, he broke the kiss long enough to yank his tight black shirt over his head and toss it to the floor before returning his mouth to her neck and shoulders. Marie's hands roved across his back, smoothing the satin and steel planes while he removed her top, exposing her beautiful, perfect breasts to his gaze. He sat back and stared at her bare form for a long moment, smoothly tossing his shades to the growing pile of clothes.

She blushed, feeling the odd urge to cover herself and Remy shook his head as if knowing what she was thinking, taking her hands and entwining their fingers as he eased her gently back onto the bed. "You're beautiful," he murmured huskily, allaying her fears. He lowered his head and tenderly kissed her breasts, Marie arching off the bed, pushing herself more forcefully against him. Remy held her hands on either side of her, not allowing her to touch him, and to Marie it felt like sweet torture- though he knew if she touched him now he'd be lost. He turned his attention to her other breast and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as intense pleasure shot through her.

After several more minutes when she thought that she'd scream if he didn't let her touch him, Remy raised his head and kissed her soundly, releasing her hands so that he could run his fingers through her lush mahogany hair. Before she could do any of the things she'd been plotting for the last ten minutes, however, he broke the kiss, smiled wickedly at her, and then moved further down the bed. "Remy?" she breathed, missing the contact with his skin and not fully understanding what he meant to do. She raised her head from the pillow and watched him slowly ease the tight, black leather pants from her body. "Oh!" she whispered, her head falling back as she realized his intentions and shivered. Remy chuckled as he ran his hands back up her legs, lightly brushing the inside of her thighs, before moving back to her hips and repeating the whole process with her panties.

Marie panted heavily as Remy gently pushed her legs apart and smoothed his hands back up her thighs, his thumbs brushing gently over her aching core. "Please," she begged as the feelings welled inside her, screamed for release. With a triumphant grin of masculine pride, Remy lowered his head towards her throbbing center and strangled cry rose in her throat. Her hips flew off the bed when, unceasing in his ministrations, he lapped greedily at the wetness between her legs, and her hands clenched in his hair as he brought her to a shattering climax. He continued to lick and suck until the feelings became too much to bear and her fingers tightened, gently tugging in a silent demand. Then with a grin he captured her lips again, conquering.

Running her hands down his back, Marie pulled him down onto her, wriggling her hips to let him know what she wanted. She moaned deeply in the back of her throat as his erection rubbed against her moist entrance and he pulled back slightly, locking eyes with her as his hips plunged into her, the pleasure blinding her and deafening her while it blew her apart. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched when her heat engulfed him and her head thrashed wildly on the pillow, vaginal muscles clamping around him as he brought her to orgasm. Remy gritted his teeth, not wanting to lose control too fast, but knowing he wasn't going to hang on much longer. Not with her. He moved as gently as he could within her, building a rhythm, which she caught quickly.

They lay nose-to-nose, staring into each others' eyes as the tension built between them and Remy quickened the pace, causing Marie to buck wildly against him. She was burning up, colored lights flashing behind her closed eyelids. "Marie!" he groaned as he climaxed, continuing to move within her, forcing her off the edge once more. Then she actually saw fireworks, a tear slipping down her cheek unchecked and unrealized as she swore she felt their very souls fuse. They lay together, still joined and slick with sweat, until their breathing calmed. Remy then gently eased out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was cradled against his chest.

She saw the glowing embers of a southern sun still in his eyes, heard the strains of sultry jazz from just outside, and could not even imagine enjoying such appealing sights and sounds again without longing for him to share it. Though she knew he might not remain with her physically (in fact knew it as a certainty right then) he would forever live inside her heart, claim a part of it, and she didn't know whether to celebrate that conviction with every breath and sigh or curse it. But then the small peace he had given her washed through her, and she sensed it spilling over onto him as both their eyes slowly closed in the first real sleep both had enjoyed for a long time.

A ringing by her head woke Rogue up a bit earlier than she would've usually, so she opened her eyes to see her coat still lying at the end of the bed where she'd thrown it the previous night and the cellphone Xavier insisted she have was active. 'I thought I turned that thing off again yesterday morning,' she broke in sourly. Retrieving it, she sat up with a jerk, wholly freaked-out about seeing Remy still there. Feeling a shiver run down her spine the same time a cold steel fist gripped her heart, she hurriedly scooped up her clothes with wide eyes and padded over to the bathroom.

Answering the cellphone only after she slipped into her underwear at the very least, she heard the professors' voice, though the connection was bad. "Why'd you call so early?" she asked, voice roughened by sleep as well as irritation though it was near twelve o' clock noon. "Rogue... we need you... ...trouble... Wolverine...captured... mansion is..." the crackly voice came over the speaker. Wide awake and panicked now, she shouted, "...Is what! Professor!" But the line went dead. Emotions storming through her and giving her a decidedly bad, nauseated feeling, she haphazardly pulled on the rest of her outfit and returned to the bedroom area in a daze.

Remy was just starting to stir as, with an ache in her heart, she ran a tender hand along his face, subconsciously activating her powers. His powers and memories and life force flooded her even with her light touch as he fell back; her stepping away with teary eyes and assimilating it all-glad even as she was wondering why she did it. He'd always truly be a part of her, even if she let his psyche fade. But she closed her eyes and her heart as she turned away from where he was, finding her still unpacked bag and shoving the few items she'd had scattered about inside.

"Looks like I'm going back to the mansion three weeks early," Rogue choked out in a dry attempt at humor, lips quirking though her eyes were red. Cursing her weak will, she took one last, lingering look at the bed, then hurried out the door before she could change her mind and do something drastic. Though she wasn't sure she could call the mansion home now, as she discovered her heart was somewhere else, the X-men were still her family and they needed her. But, unknown to her, Remy had just fought his way out of unconscious as the door closed on her back, the cry he made of her name unheeded.