He walked behind her slowly, "I need to talk to the Professor, can I please talk to you afterwards?"
"Whatever," she waved a hand, "I'll be in the pool."
He let out a frustrated sigh and walked towards the Professor's office. Inside the Professor sat with Logan. He nodded for Remy to take a seat. He did so, staring out the window. He let his mind wander for a moment. What on earth happened today? He turned back as he heard Beast enter the room.
"So," Logan spoke first, "you wanted to talk to us Gumbo?"
He cleared his throat, "Yes, it's about Rogue. The other day she was attacked by Saber tooth and today I believe Mystique was impersonating me for some reason. It just seems like Magneto has his people specifically targeting her. So it got me thinking, how do her powers work?"
"Rogue is almost like a sponge," Beast began, "she absorbs the powers of others and uses them for herself. But in doing so she also absorbs a part of that person. Their personality, their memories, and they stay locked inside of her head even when their powers have run their course. We have worked with her to suppress them but sometimes they get through the cracks in her mind and take control."
Remy leaned forward, "So theoretically she could re-tap into that person's powers as well?"
"Theoretically, yes," Professor folded his hands, "Why do you ask?"
"I think Magneto might be targeting her," he ran his fingers through his hair, "and not just because she's a member of this team. I think that's why he sent Saber tooth and Mystique. I could be wrong but it seems like he wants her alive, otherwise Saber tooth would have easily killed her the other day. Or maybe he just wants to get back at me but either way I want an extra eye on her. If he gets a hold of her and taps into whatever it is she has going on there's no telling what will happen."
"Thank you Remy, I promise she will be safe," he watched Remy get up, nod and exit.
"I have to agree with him Charles," Logan sat, "It's nothing good if he is sending Creed to do his dirty work. He wants her and I have a feeling he's not going to just give Gumbo up without a fight either."
Professor nodded gravely, staring at the two men in the room. If what they all were thinking was true then Rogue was in danger. He looked out the window at his students running around the yard. They wouldn't be safe either if Magneto were to strike or worse Rogue were to lose control again. He let out a long sigh. He feared the worst was yet to come.
She walked to her room, towel wrapped around her small waist. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, still damp from swimming. He watched the way her hips swayed from side to side as she walked, her arms lightly moving with her hips. Her red bikini accenting all the right parts of her body. He gave a slight smile as she began to walk up the stairs.
"Wanna pick your jaw up off the floor," Rogue spoke from behind him.
Scott jumped, "Hey Rogue, I was just…"
She smirked, "Watching Jean walk to her room like you always do after she goes swimming. She's your girlfriend for god sake. Why don't you just say 'Hey Jean, looking sexy'."
She turned, "Um, thanks Rogue. You look hot in your suit too. Steamy," she smiled, winked at Scott then finished her journey up the stairs.
"No I wasn't…" she tried to explain.
Remy lifted an eyebrow, resting on the landing, "Well, I didn't know you rolled that way. But I will happily help you with all your sexual fantasies."
"Please, like I would ever do anything else with you," she spun around and walked back outside.
He knew she was still upset with him but he couldn't help but admire her form walking away from him. The way her jade bikini clung to her simply made him hot. Scott and Remy exchanged a look, both clearly uncaring after this mornings lecture. Remy leaned against the open glass door. She dove into the pool with such grace, splashing Kitty a bit as her body became submerged in water. She resurfaced a few moments later, soaked in water again. He pulled off his shirt and walked over to the pool. Kitty looked up at him, nodded, packed up and left. He settled himself by the edge of the pool and closed his eyes. The sun hit him, warming every inch of exposed skin. He stretched out, about to dose off. He heard her resurface again.
"So are we gonna talk about things or no," he asked.
She took a breath, "I just want to know why you said what you said."
He rolled over to face her, "You can drain me dry if you have to, search through every memory I have but I am telling you it wasn't me that said those things to you."
"Then who was it," her voice laced with hostility and disbelief.
"Gee, I don't know. If only we knew of someone that could shape shift," he fumed, "If only that same person worked for the man that was constantly trying to recruit you. Is it so much easier to think that I would go out of my way to hurt you? When are you going to start trusting me Rogue? Because short of getting killed to save you, I'm officially out of ideas."
She looked him in the eyes, "I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions. She should have been my first thought."
He reached for her hand, "Eventually you have to start actually believing that I'm not here to hurt you."
She smiled, taking his hand and kissing it before pulling him into the pool with her. She took a deep breath then sunk back under the water as he regained his composure. He looked around as she reappeared on the other side of the pool. By the time he reached her, she was already out of the pool, both his and her towels in her hand. He also noticed a pair of black swim trunks in her right hand. They were dripping wet. She smiled as he looked down. When he looked back up she was headed for the mansion.
He laughed, "So I take it you forgive me. Nice trick," she waved to him, "Chere, chere. How do you propose I get out of the pool when you've left me naked and towel less?"
She turned and shrugged, "I guess you'll just have to figure something out sugar."
She began to leave again, "Chere! Rogue! Bring the towel back at least. Come on, don't leave a pool man stuck in here like that."
She took pity on him. She walked back to the pool side and waved the trunks in his face. Instead of grabbing the suit, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the pool. She laughed and squirmed as he kissed her neck and face. He tried to grab a hold of the trunks, the towels being dropped on the ground near the mansion. She held on tight, still trapped in his arms.
She squirmed, laughing uncontrollably, "Remy stop, no, don't dunk me!"
He laughed, "What's that you say? You wanna get dunked?"
"Ahh, no," she begged, still laughing, "I'll do anything."
He tickled her, "Anything," he purred, "I like the sound of that."
He spun her around to face him. It occurred to him that she wasn't wearing any make-up. She looked perfect, like an angel. She was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He kissed her cheek and grabbed back his swim trunks. He pulled them on quickly.
"Chere, I want to show you something," he looked into her eyes, "Will you come with me?"
She smiled, "Of course mon amour."
He raised an eye brow, "Je sais que tu na pas parlé français chere."
She nodded, "oui je l'ai appris de toi. Que voulez-vous me montrer?"
He led her out of the pool and away from the mansion, "youll voir faire preuve de patience."