A/N- Wow! So much love for the last chapter guys! You must really have wanted Oprah to give those TOMS to those homeless dogs. I'm going for a fancy 3D ultrasound tomorrow so you all can celebrate with me by reading the chapter a day early! And don't forget to review. :)

After waiting at the door for a good two minutes with her knocks going unanswered, she decided to try the doorknob. Luckily for her, the household of mutants didn't feel locks were overly necessary, and the door opened. She was a little shocked, she had sort of expected more from Remy, but he'd been acting so weird since Kitty moved in that she really didn't know what to expect from him anymore.

She spotted Pyro sitting on the couch with a game controller in hand, transfixed on the television set and shook her head, "Hey dipshit, thanks for getting the door for me."

He glanced over at her and gave her a nod, "It's open."

"Yeah, thanks." She responded dryly, shutting the door behind her, "Don't you have a job or something? Some way of contributing to society?"

"Yes." He snipped, looking over at her suddenly, "Why, what did you hear?"

Rogue knit her brow in confusion over his defensive tone and decided that small talk with Pyro was clearly not a good idea, "Is Kitty back from her interview yet?"

Pyro was seemingly satisfied that she was done asking questions and had gone back to his game trance, "I don't know, ask Remy."

She let out an impatient breath, "And where the hell is he?"

Pyro silently jerked his head towards the patio door and Rogue grumbled under her breath as she crossed the living room to the patio. She stepped outside, sliding the door shut behind her, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Remy in his boxer briefs, fully reclined on a poolside style lounge chair on the balcony.

"Are you tanning?"

His eyes popped open at the sound of her voice and he turned his head just enough to see her through the corner of his eye, "No. I'm frying eggs."

She smirked and crossed her arms, moving into his line of sight, "I didn't peg you for a tanning type of guy. You know, tan lines."

"The landlord gets mad at me when I tan in the nude." Remy closed his eyes again and gestured for Rogue to move, "You're in my sun."

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of Remy's sun, moving to the other side of the balcony, "Listen, I wanted to thank you."

One eye popped open as he waited for her to elaborate.

"You know... for the whole, helping Kitty with her rent money and the Star Wars thing. I don't know how you got her paycheck back, Kitty won't tell me. I'm assuming it's something illegal, if you're willingly involved."

Remy smiled and closed his eyes, propping his hands behind his head, "Not a problem."

"It really means a lot to her. She probably would never say crap like this to your face, but... the way you guys... include her. It makes her happy. She's a happy little rebel." Rogue turned to lean against the rail, looking down the eight floors to the pavement below. "I know she doesn't mean to be rebellious. It's not like she's some bratty kid whose acting out to get attention. She's just kind of lost. Actually, I gotta say, I'm kind of jealous of this rebellious streak in her. I'm supposed to be the rebellious one, and here I am, stuck teaching pre-teens how to avoid getting blown up in the Danger Room, you know?" She chuckled, looking back at Remy who was discreetly eying her posterior. His eyes shot up to meet hers and he nodded,

"I'm sure you could be rebellious too." He said quickly, likely to prove that he actually had been listening.

She leaned back, resting her elbows on the railing and shook her head, "I feel housebroken. I'm itching to do something totally stupid. Like get a tattoo or something. Not a tramp stamp though, that's gross."

"Is that safe?" Remy asked as he adjusted his lounge chair to sit up. "I mean... with skin and... I'm sorry, I didn't- You could always go sky diving or something. That's pretty rebellious too. And, it's a lot of fun..."

"It's safe." She cut him off as he attempted to backpedal. "Chill."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Remy frowned.

"I don't know." She shrugged, "Maybe for the first time since Kitty moved in, you haven't been acting like a huge weirdo around me?"

"Weirdo?" He raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"

"Stretching in your underwear with that... stupid smile on your face like some pimply face teenager. Hovering around me and crap? And you keep giving me this creepy look... it's just all weird, man."

Remy gave her an incredulous look with his mouth hanging open slightly, "That's not weird Rogue, that's flirting."

She snorted with a laugh, "That's not flirting."

"Trust me. I'm an expert. That is flirting." He let out a laugh and shook his head. "This makes so much sense! You're not gay you're just naive!"

"I'm not naive." She furrowed her brow and looked down thoughtfully for a moment before looking back up at him with a frown, "You thought I was gay?"

"You weren't responding to my moves, chere. It was the first logical explanation."

Rogue huffed and shook her head, "Why would you flirt with me?!"

"Uh, because you're gorgeous? It's kind of an automatic reaction for me, I can't exactly help it."

"So... if you could help it, you wouldn't have flirted." She raised an eyebrow, "That's what you're saying."

Remy blinked at her for a moment before shaking his head, "How did you not see that I was flirting with you?!" He asked, opting to steer the conversation away from himself.

"I don't know, I'm not used to guys who know what I can do trying to put the moves on me." She snipped before knitting her brow and nodding, "Although you do have a death wish so it does kind of make sense..."

"I don't have a death wish." Remy chuckled. She smiled knowingly at him, causing him to frown, "I don't!"

"Alright." She held up her hands in surrender, "Fine. You don't have a death wish."

"I thrive on danger. There's a difference." He snipped. "You're the one who wants to do something stupid, for the sake of doing something stupid."

"You thrive on danger." She smirked, sauntering over to his lounge chair and sitting down on the edge next to him. "Does it make you feel alive?"

His frown grew as he blinked back at her, "Just because you've seen inside my head doesn't mean you know me, Rogue."

"No, of course not." she cocked her head to the side, "You're mysterious, aren't you? I don't even know for sure that you hit on girls with boyfriends because you get a kick out of making people jealous." She trailed her gloved finger up his bare chest with a slow grin, "And I have no idea that you probably fantasize about doing it up against that railing. Think about how dangerous that would be... Public nudity and imminent danger? Hot."

Remy took her gloved hand to stop her, "Okay, so you know me a little bit."

She narrowed her eyes, "I don't think you flirt with me because I'm 'gorgeous'. I think you flirt because of the danger. One wrong move, and I could kill you. That turns you on, doesn't it?"

He smiled and shook his head, "You're still saying I have a death wish. I don't. I flirt with you because you're hot, and that's about it."

She lidded her eyes and placed her hand on his chest for support, leaning down towards him so her face was inches away from his, "Is that so?" She tipped her head to the side slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "I'm calling your bluff, Cajun. I can feel your heart racing. You're completely freaked out that I could close this gap and drain you in a second."

"Or..." He began slowly, "I'm laying outside in my underwear and a sexy girl shows up and starts climbing on top of me. I think that's probably the more reasonable explanation. This is how pornos start Rogue."

She sat upright and looked down at him with a skeptical frown.

"It's true. I've seen a lot of porn." he nodded reassuringly. His eyes lit up as realization set in, "You don't get that you're sexy, do you?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Oh please, you think Madonna is sexy. Not 80's Madonna either, fake British accent, gargoyle armed, cougar Madonna."

"She could probably crack a walnut with her ass." Remy said defensively, "That is sexy."

Rogue grimaced and shook her head, "I think we've established that your judgment isn't exactly sound."

"Why can't you just admit that I want to bang you because you're hot, and that's it?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips, "And it has nothing to do with the danger aspect?"

"No! What do I look like, X rated Evil Knievel?!" Remy shrugged, "You need to-"

Rogue swiftly leaned back down, cutting Remy off mid sentence with her mouth against his in a soft, lingering, no tongued kiss.

When she pulled back and sat up with a smug grin on her face, Remy simply blinked at her, "The thrill is gone right?" She said with a knowing nod, "You're probably not even interested anymore."

Remy considered this for a moment before he shook his head, "Nope. I'm still interested. If anything it makes me more interested." The corner of his mouth tugged upwards and he cocked an eyebrow. "And I'm even willing to bet you're a little interested too..."

Rogue pressed her lips together in a thin line and blinked back at him before her attention was drawn back inside, "Oh good, Kitty's home."

She stood up and went back inside, giving Kitty a smile as she pulled off her suit jacket.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see how your interview went." Rogue frowned, sensing that her friends moodiness was all the answer she needed.

Kitty rolled her eyes and flopped down on the arm chair, "Awful. The guy was basically just looking for some "hot piece of ass" he could pat on the butt and call sweetheart like he's Don Draper from Mad Men or something." she squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her forehead. "He actually said hopa. A hopa secretary. Only douchebags say crap like that."

"Well... Did you get the job?" Rogue asked with a hopeful smile. When Kitty opened her eyes to glare, she shrugged defensively, "What? You could pull it off. I have faith in you."

"No, I did not get the job because apparently I'm just not hot enough." Kitty frowned and fingered the fabric of her grey pants, "Dammit I knew the suit was the wrong way to go. I need to be sexier!"

"No arguments here." Pyro the peanut gallery added.

"I need to get some better interview clothes."

"You look fine Kitty. You're setting your sights too low. And if you're looking for more clothes, you should drop by your boyfriends house some time and get the rest of your stuff. Like your computer..."

"Ex boyfriend." Kitty corrected casually.

Rogue knit her brow, "Ex? As of when?"

"As of yesterday, when he dropped in and discovered that I wasn't living with three women."

"Yikes..." Rogue cringed, looking back at Remy as he stepped through the patio door, buttoning the fly on his jeans in the process, "I wish someone would have told me."

"It's no big deal." Kitty shrugged, pulling her hair down from its professional looking up-do and shaking it out with her hand, "He was right, you know? I've been pushing him away. Maybe subconsciously I was just waiting for him to end it."

Rogue eyed her friend skeptically before letting out a breath, "Okay," She coincided, "Well that's good then?"

"I guess. It'll just make getting my things back from him a little more awkward." She let out a breath and pushed herself out of the chair, shooting out a tired breath. "I have to go scrounge up some sexier interview outfits."

She muttered to herself about not even being good enough for a sit and look pretty job as she trudged to her room, and once she had phased through her door, Rogue turned back to Remy with a frown.

"You didn't think that was an important thing to tell me?"

Remy shrugged and tossed his hand in the direction of Kitty's room, "She's fine. She cried for like five minutes and went back to being normal. Honestly, she probably dodged a bullet there."

Rogue pursed her lips and nodded, "Yeah, she's fine for now, but there's really no guarantee with that girl..."

"Aw man, she's not gunna cry is she?" Remy grimaced and pulled his t-shirt back on, "I hate when women cry."

"Me too." Pyro nodded in agreement, "It's like, grow some balls already. Yeesh."

Rogue grabbed a pen off the coffee table, momentarily blocking Pyro's view of the TV who clearly let her know how he felt about this, and crossed the room to Remy, pulling his arm towards her with a frown.

"If she has a meltdown call me." She said as she scrawled her cell phone number on Remy's palm. "I've had plenty of experience working with an inconsolable Kitty, it's practically second nature to me now. I could do it in my sleep."

Remy smirked, as he watched her write the number down and gave her a wink when she looked back up at him. "You sure that's all that number's for?"

"Yes." She said firmly.

"You know, there are lots of things that are second nature me..." He grinned down at her, "Just sayin'."

"Yeah, I'm sure there are." She dropped his hand and turned to leave, giving him a pointed look over her shoulder, "Don't forget; meltdown. Call Rogue."

"You're not going to give me any sugar?" Pyro called out with a smirk and his eyes still glued to the screen, "I'd like ta see if the thrill is gone too."

Rogue paused and looked back at him with a frown.

"What?" Pyro turned to her with a smile, "Windows are see-through y'know, Sheila. And I'm not deaf."

She shook her head and turned back to the door grumbling, "I have got to stop coming over here." on her way out.