"You really didn't have to curl my hair," Rogue sat in the chair in front of her vanity.

Mercy finished pulling her hair back, "Oh hush now, I don't mind in the least. You really need a haircut though, your hair is so long and thick."

Rogue looked at herself in the mirror, "It looks amazing, thank you."

Mercy hugged around Rogue's shoulders, her own blonde hair wavy and tumbling over her shoulder, "No need to thank me. I'm just so happy to have you back. Now come on, Remy's gonna drop dead when he gets a look at you."

Rogue smiled but felt so guilty. They both stood up and grabbed their bags. Rogue took one last look. Mercy had really done an amazing job. The sides of her hair were twisted until they met in the back. She then tucked the hair under then was clipped near the bottom of her head. The rest of her hair spilled over the clip in a mess of curls. There were a few loose curls near her ears that flowed over her shoulders. Her bang were straight, framing her face. She looked at Mercy, who smiled back at her. Both girls wore black heels. Mercy had on a pair of faded skinny jeans and a dark purple halter top paired with a black quarter sleeved shrug. Rogue wore pair of ripped black skinny jeans with a long-sleeved white shirt. The sleeves were tight around the wrist with slits going from above the wrists up to the shoulders. The torso and around the chest were form fitting, the back cut out until a bit above the hips, exposing a bit of stomach.

"Wow," Remy gathered her in his arms, "You're beautiful."

She blushed, "Thank you."

Henry smacked his back, "You've been here a few days and I have yet to see you actually kiss her. What's the matter with you," he teased.

Before he could respond Rogue placed both hands behind his head. He felt his breath catch in his throat as her lips lightly met his. He pulled her into him, deepening the kiss. This was the first time in months that he'd gotten to kiss her. He knew she was doing it to go along with the illusion that they were still together but he was going to savor every moment. They looked into each other's eyes as they pulled away.

Remy looked back at Henry, "Was that good enough for you or should we show you again?"

Merci laughed, "No, I think he's seen enough."

The night air was warm, with a light breeze. Remy handed Rogue a helmet before putting on his own. Rogue put it on carefully, not wanting to mess up her hair. She looked Remy over as she got on the back of his motorcycle. He was wearing a red button up with a black wife beater underneath, a black, worn out pair of jeans and boots. His hair was a shaggy mess as usual. She noticed he'd packed his trench coat in one of the saddle bags, his bow staff in the other with a few decks of cards. She held on as he sped down the road. He pulled into the parking lot of a night club. She waved as they met up with Emil, Etienne, Theoren and to her surprise Belladonna.

Remy glared, "What are you doing here?"

Emil wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "I invited her…as my date. Look, I know how your dad has been playing it but the truth is Belladonna and I have been seeing each other for a while now. I was going to tell you at dinner but things went a little South thanks to your dad."

"I wanted to apologize," Belladonna looked between the two of them, "I was a stupid kid back then and what I did to both of you wasn't right," she focused on Rogue, "I'm also sorry about my brother. I know sorry isn't going to fix the trauma that you must feel but please know that I didn't have anything to do with that. I'm happy for you and Remy and even if I wasn't I would never wish for that to happen to anyone. It might be too late but I'd like to start over, if you'll let me."

Rogue thought for a moment, "Life is too short to hold grudges. Let's just all enjoy the night and see how it goes."

The group nodded in agreement as Henry and Merci joined them, walking inside the club. Rogue walked over to the bar to order drinks as Remy walked with the group to the back, grabbing the seated area they reserved. Rogue was not used to this, the way the town seemed to bend over backwards for the guild. They were like royalty here. She grabbed her and Remy's drinks and began to walk away.

"Hey," a man walked up to Rogue, "Wanna dance beautiful," he placed his hand on her lower back.

"Oh good, you got our drinks. We are all set in the back," Remy place his hand on the middle of her back and guided her away from the man.

"Do you mind," the man grabbed Rogue's arm, "I just asked the lady to dance. It's rude to just take her away."

Remy wrapped his arm completely around Rogue's waist, "The lady is with me, so I kindly ask you to release her and find another dance partner."

The man bowed his head, "Forgive me, my mistake," he then proceeded to walk away.

Remy grabbed his drink from Rogue, guiding her to the table. She sat on Remy's lap, picking at the appetizer. Remy kissed her neck and cheek. She smiled at him, feeding him. He rested his head on her shoulder. They were really very convincing. He wished this would last forever and maybe she'd change her mind. She turned her head and kissed his cheek. She pulled him out of his seat and to the dance floor. She smiled as he pulled her into him, remembering the last time they'd danced. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding into him. He could barely control himself as he ran his hands all over her. This was the most he'd touched her in what felt like forever.

He felt her be pulled away from him, looking up to see Etienne wink at him. Rogue laughed as he twirled her around the dance floor. Dancing with him was far less sensual. She looked to see Theoren reach out his hand. She was pulled into him next before getting pulled away by Merci and Belladonna. Remy moved back to their seated area and nursed his drink. Belladonna followed Rogue's gaze and smirked. She leaned in close to Rogue.

"That's what you call sexual tension," she giggled, "Get out of here and go jump his bones, no one here will judge."

Rogue could feel her face grow hot, "Oh no, that's just…"

Belladonna beckoned for Emil to come to her, "Trust me, I know when I see it. It's okay to be bad once in a while."

Rogue looked back as Remy got up from the table. She watched as he made his way to the back exit before leaving the building. She took a breath and decided to follow him, the club was starting to feel very hot anyway. To her surprise she found him leaning against the back wall, a cigarette between his lips. He went to extinguish it when he noticed her but she held up her hand. She walked over to him.

"What are you doing out here alone," she rested on the wall next to him.

He exhaled the smoke, "Ironically, getting some fresh air. You were very convincing in there, was turning me on a bit. Though I'm sure I wasn't the only one."

She looked away, "Well you're the one only one that I'd let touch me like that."

He took another drag, "Don't say things like that, I'll get the wrong idea. Let's go back inside and dance a little longer."

He exhaled again, flicking his cigarette on the ground. She looked back at him, offering him her hand. She went to walk away but stopped when he pulled her into him, pushing them back against the wall. His lips came crashing down on hers before she could think. She let out a small moan as he ground his hips into hers, like he'd done so many times before. His one hand grabbed her breast as his other grabbed her ass. She dug her nail into his shoulder, her other hand grabbing his hair. His lips moved to her neck.

"Remy," she breathed, "We should go back inside before someone notices we're gone."

He reluctantly pulled away, "You're right. Sorry, let the mood of the club get the best of me."

They walked back inside, joining the group. Remy could barely contain himself as Rogue pulled him back on the dance floor. The way his hands were roaming her body was borderline indecent. He was sure she'd have bruises on her hips tomorrow from how hard he was trying to control himself. How was he supposed to stay alone with her in the same room when he could barely get a grip now? They stayed for a few hours before everyone started to get tired. They made their way to the parking lot and said their good-byes. Merci and Henry decided they wanted to try another bar and that they'd be home much later. Remy silently cursed them, that was his rational for not trying to jump Rogue's bones.

Focus on the road, not the girl pressed up against you he kept telling himself as he drove home. Rogue practically jumped off the motorcycle once he parked in the driveway, not even waiting for him to turn off the engine. She needed to get changed quick. Then she'd crawl into bed and not even look at him as he changed. Why? Why had dancing made her so horny? She pulled off her pants and shirt before tossing them in the hamper. She started to take off her bra when she felt his hands snake around her waist. She turned to face him and all resolve she had for the night was lost.

She pulled his face to her as he lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist. He all but growled as he slammed her back against the wall roughly. She went to work removing his shirt. He pressed his now bare chest against her as she felt him unhook her bra. She kissed him hard, their tongue's battling for dominance as she moved her hands to his jeans, undoing them. He stepped out of them as he walked them across the room, falling onto the bed. He all but tore off her panties as she bit and kissed his neck and shoulder. Her nails digging into his back as he pressed himself against her.

He fumbled around in the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a condom. She made quick work of his boxers. He ripped the package open as he took her breast in his mouth, earning him a moan. He put on the condom them allowed his hand to explore her. She let out a gasp, got she felt good. He placed himself in between her legs.

"Remy," she cried as he trust into her, "Fuck!"

His breath caught in his throat as he drilled her into the mattress, his name and profanities the only things escaping her lips. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder, biting down hard. He gripped her hips as she moaned demands. Faster, harder, more. He'd been thinking about this for months, wanting this so badly. He could feel the sweat dripping off of both of them. He could feel it building up inside of him as her walls clamped down hard.

"Rogue, I'm about to…," he moaned.

"Me too," she brought his lips down on hers and he was spent.

They both looked at each other, that was definitely the line they had been trying so hard not to cross.

He pulled away from her, panting and covered in sweat, "Fuck."