He sighed, "We will figure something out."
"Does that mean," she tried to wrap her brain around the new information flooding it, "Is that really me? What I will become?"
He shook his head gravely, "I'm afraid so. Rogue, please try to stay calm. We will come up with a plan."
"I'm going to die," she whispered, "aren't I?"
Before he could answer there was another light knock on the door. Logan slowly opened the door enough to see the Professor.
"Sorry to interrupt," the door blocked his view of Rogue, "Have you seen Rogue? She wasn't in her room when I went to get her and the Cajun for the Danger Room session this morning."
"She's here with me," he looked back at Rogue, "you do not have to participate this morning if you do not wish to. I would understand if you needed some time alone or a little more time to talk."
Logan opened the door wider, "Everything okay Stripes?"
She blinked a few times, "Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine. I just wanted to touch base with Professor about starting some new training with my powers. But there's no better place to start than the Danger Room. I'll come back later Professor. I think a good session would help clear my head," she looked at Logan, "I'll be down in a minute."
He could tell that something was up but didn't want to pry, "Take your time and join in when you're ready."
With that she gave both gentlemen a nod and exited the room. Back in her room she let out a few short sobs before pulling herself together. If she was going to die then she wasn't going down without a fight. She quickly pulled on her uniform. Remy gave her a questioning look as she entered the room but she waved him off. Now was not the time to cause him extra worry. He followed her up the stairs and to her room after the session. She slammed the door behind them, locking it then pinning him to the wall. She kissed him hard, earning a deep moan. She pulled away and he began kissing anywhere he could, moving her back towards the bed. He peeled off both of their uniforms. Never before had she come at him with so much desire, so much need. He opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a condom.
"Remy," she moaned, "Hurry."
He moved faster, burying his head in her hair. She gripped his shoulders tighter. He breathed into her neck. She was simply intoxicating and he ached to be one with her. Kitty walked through the door as he was about to enter her. Rogue pushed him off quickly, pulling the sheets around herself.
"Kitty it's called knocking," Rogue hissed, "The door was locked for a reason!"
"Like sorry," she blushed, "Didn't like think you'd be busy right after a Danger Room session. But, hey, if that's your kink then who am I to judge. The Professor like wants everyone to meet the like new girl."
"Give us a sec. We'll be right down," Rogue looked back at Remy, "Sorry sugar, you're gonna have to wait."
Kitty left as Remy glared at her. He hated when she came in uninvited. Walking through walls didn't give her the right to ignore locked doors. Rogue smiled as he climbed back on the bed. He kissed her shoulder as she tried to hand his uniform back to him. He threw it to the side again, not wanting to put it on.
He pouted, "Do we have to go? Right now?"
"The Professor wants us to so yes," she kissed his cheek.
She went to stand up but felt Remy grip her waist, pulling her back, "I'll make it quick then."
She let out a small moan as he kissed along her face and neck. He moved so she was straddling him. He pulled her down on top of him, smiling as she moaned louder. He moved her hips faster, making them gasp and grunt in pleasure. He hugged her tighter as he moved. She clawed at his back, kissing him fiercely. She nibbled on his ear, whispering sweet nothings. He reburied his face in her hair. She bit down on his shoulder as he went deeper inside of her, hitting the spot he knew she loved most. She felt that all too familiar pull again and quickly pushed herself off of Remy's lap. He grabbed his head, feeling dizzy.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why this keeps happening," she hung her head, "We should probably just get dressed."
She walked into her closet, leaving Remy alone. He fished around on the floor for his uniform before disposing of the barely used condom. He finished zipping the front when she came back out in black jeans, sneakers and a long-sleeved green shirt. He frowned when he noticed she'd elected to wear her gloves again. She shrugged as she walked towards him. Better safe than sorry in her opinion and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. He took the gloved hand she offered and they made their way downstairs.