Disclaimer: No Remy LeBeau is not mine, I'm not that lucky in love

Chapter Two

Remy found her the next morning in the kitchen, sitting alone at the island and drinking a strong cup of coffee. She hadn't seen his entrance because she wasn't looking at the door, rather she seemed lost in thought as she traced nonsense patterns over the wood of the table with her finger. Her nails were painted blood red, her hair tied in a bun at the top of her head and she wore loose fitting black jog pants that hid what he remembered of her mouth-watering figure.

She still looked positively edible, with her rosy cheeks and ruby red lips.

What he wouldn't give to taste her again.

"G'mornin' chere" he said softly so not to startle her, moving all thoughts away from what he'd like to do with his mouth. "Dere fresh coffee?" he asked.

"In the pot" she murmured, not looking up from the table.

"Yo' still drown yo'rs in sugar an' cream?" he asked, wrinkling his nose as he poured himself a mug before moving to take a seat beside her at the island.

She still hadn't looked up from the table and she didn't answer him.

"C'mon chere" he said imploringly, he might have tried to use his eyes to charm her if she was even looking at him. "We used to be friends, non?"

"Ah didn't think we were ever friends, Cajun" she said in that soft as honey voice, before turning those big green eyes on him.

"Well-"

"Ah told yah Ah loved yah" she pointed out, her green eyes wide now. "Ah weren't real candid about mah feelin's."

"Rogue" he chastised softly, "Y' were on'y sixteen."

"An' ya'll were twenty one" she pointed out, moving to pour the rest of her coffee down the sink. "Old enough tah know better."

"I never did apologise f'r what happened between us" he said, moving to follow her.

"It's too late."

"Let me make it up t' yo'" he begged, trapping her with his arms as she tried to move and boxing her into a corner.

"Yah can't."

He was a breath away from her face and as he stared into those green as August eyes he started to remember all the reasons he'd fallen for her in the first place. He was starting to wonder if she felt it too as his eyes shined brighter and her breath hitched.

Remy wondered if he leaned in to kiss her if she'd let him.

"Hey Rogue" a cheerful voice interrupted and a blonde haired boy entered the kitchen, he was holding a magazine in one hand and seemed to be too absorbed in it to notice much of his surroundings. As Rogue stumbled to put some space between them the new comer looked up and smiled, "You're up early again."

"Logan had meh in the danger room at six" she said, shrugging as she turned her back on Remy.

"He wants to turn you into a one woman war machine" the blonde boy teased, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder sympathetically on his way to the refrigerator.

She did not flinch away from the contact and it made Remy wonder again about the state of her mutation.

"Yo' a lot more touchy dan dis one remember, chere" he said, not bothering to keep his voice down as he let a smile slip on to his face. "Well, not a lot more."

Rogue blushed red as she caught the double meaning of his words and turned to glare at him. The newcomer seemed oblivious however and smiled in Remy's direction, "It's all part of our master plan, right Rogue?" he winked at her.

"Tah help with mah control" Rogue explained when she spotted Remy's look of confusion, "The Prof reckons if Ah ain't afraid o' mah mutation, it might be easier tah control it."

"Except Logan is the only one she would ever let touch her before now" the blonde boy with the blue eyes teased.

"Logan cain't die, iceboy" Rogue teased right back.

"Mebbe I could help" Remy pitched in.

Rogue's head whipped back around, "Not on yoar life, Cajun" she hissed.

"Did I miss an introduction somewhere?" Iceboy asked.

"Remy, this is Bobby Drake" Rogue said, turning back to face him. "Bobby, this is Remy LeBeau. Ah met him when Ah worked for thah Brotherhood, mah powers don't work on him."

"Oh" Bobby's enthusiastic expression dropped a couple of degrees. "That's good though right?" He said, falsely chipper. "Someone else to practise with."

"Remy would love t' help de chere practise."

Remy was sure Rogue was the only one to catch the double meaning of his words as she once again turned to glare at him.

"Well, it's not like she's short of volunteers" Bobby chided, moving to jab her teasingly in the arm. "I have to beg her to let me in the gym with her, and even then she won't let me help."

"An' don't wanna hurt yah, Bobby" she said softly, rolling her eyes and she turned to smile at him again. "Ah've hurt a lotta people, an' Ah'd feel jus' awful if somethin' happened tah yah."

Bobby sighed and shook his head, "Nothing's going to happen to me" he chided softly. "Are you teaching a class this morning?"

"Ah'm free until after lunch."

"Sucks to be me then" Bobby sighed, "I gotta go, teaching double period History with Storm."

Then with a final wave he left the room.

"He's sweet on y'" Remy said, breaking the silence and turning Rogue's attention back to him.

"No he ain't" Rogue huffed, rolling her eyes and turning back to face him with her arms crossed over her chest and her hip thrust into the counter. "He's jus' a nice guy, ya'll don't know what that looks like."

Remy shrugged as he moved a step closer to her, "Yo' sweet on him?" He asked, moving so there was a breath of air between their faces. "Or do yo' still prefer a bit of spice?"

Rogue shook her head as she looked at him, "Got burned enough foar one lifetime."

Remy reached out to ghost her hip with his fingers, "Wit' fire comes passion" he said.

"Ah ain't real interested" she told him, before her hand crushed his wrist in a death grip. "Yoar still as charmin' as ever, guess ten years don't change much."

"Don't change m' feelin's f'r yo'" he breathed.

"Save it, Cajun" she bit out, shoving his hand back towards him and turning away.

"Come on, Rogue" he wheedled, moving in behind her again. "'M tryin' t' apologise here."

"Well ya'll ain't real good at it" she hissed, her back to him and her hands on the counter. He wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around her waist, but he guessed that wouldn't end well.

"Yo' ain't givin' me de chance" he pointed out.

"An' ya'll think yah deserve it!" She burst out, whipping around to face him with a fire in her eyes. "Do ya'll know what Victor said t' me, that day mah momma sent him after me, cuz o' you."

"Rogue-"

She shook her head but her voice was steady as she continued, "He said 'the Cajun was right, you're just as tasty as you look.'"

Remy's stomach dropped as he reached for her again, "Rogue, I never-"

She cut him off as she stepped away from him, "Lahke Ah said, save it Cajun" she cut him a glare, "Ah don't believe a word."

Then before he could stop her, she had turned and left him alone in the kitchen.

He hesitated, knowing that moment of hesitation would cost him everything.

As soon as he entered the hallway she was gone, and he couldn't even begin to think of where he might find her.

He signed and leant up against the wall, dropping his head back and rubbing his hands over his eyes.

Remy didn't remember Rogue being so difficult in the past.

If only he hadn't been so naive when he was younger, so willing to believe every lie his father told him. Then maybe he wouldn't have made the choices he had, and Rogue wouldn't have been caught up in it.

Just thinking about what he'd done to her made him feel sick.

Ten years earlier..

Remy hadn't wanted to use Rogue, he had hoped there would be a way to get what he needed without her. But he was getting a lot of pressure from his father and he needed to solve this problem as quickly as he possibly could.

He'd already been with the Brotherhood longer than planned, and that had a lot to do with the woman he was currently searching for.

It was high time he finished what he'd started, and Rogue was the one to help.

Luckily for him, Mystique didn't trust Rogue to be alone for long periods of time and as a result she barely left the warehouse they were currently using as a base. Remy wasn't sure where it was, but he was sure she had a room somewhere here.

The control Mystique had over her was scary.

It didn't take long to find her, she had taken over one of the tables they always used for meetings in the middle of the warehouse. He leant up against one of the walls in the dark and just watched her.

Her hair was hanging over her face in tight ringlets, it was cropped so short he could see the base of her pale neck as she leant over the table. She was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt two sizes too big for her, but all of Mystique's efforts to mask her femininity failed. Rogue had just turned sixteen a few weeks earlier, and her womanly curves were beginning to become evident to more than just him.

She moved so she was standing on one foot, the other resting on her calf and as she bent over he had the perfect view of her shapely behind.

As much as he enjoyed watching her, if he didn't start with the plan now then he never would.

"Bonjour, ma Cherie" he purred from his hiding place, he always found that taking Rogue by surprise was the best way to catch her off guard.

She glanced up as though she wasn't shocked to find him lurking in a dark corner of the warehouse at this time of night. "Hey Cajun" she said softly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and looking back at the blueprints on the table. "Whatcha doin' skulkin' 'round here?"

"Lookin' f'r some entertainment" he said, stepping out of the shadows and moving towards her quietly.

"Ain't cha always" she rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath. "Buzz off, 'M busy."

"Busy wit' dat new job?" he asked, stopping when his thighs hit the table in front of her.

She looked up at him with those sharp green eyes. Rogue was only young, a child really compared to every other piece of filth skulking around this place. But she had been through so much in her short life that it had both aged and hardened her.

"Why so interested?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Rogue wasn't like a lot of girls he'd met in the past, she wasn't dense or easily fooled by his charms and flattery. She saw through his beauty and hypnosis right down to the core. It made his job so much more difficult, but so much more fascinating at the same time.

Remy had been with the Brotherhood six months now, and he always made it his mission to be around Rogue. Even to just be in the same room with her, if his schedule and her mother would allow it. He knew she was attracted to him, even if he hadn't been an Empath he would have known that. It was obvious from her breathy voice, the way she held herself when she was around him and the way her pupils dilated when they made eye contact.

Yet, Rogue was never receptive to his subtle advances.

Even girls that weren't attracted to him had crumbled to his charms faster than her.

He found the game just irresistible.

"'M always interested in what yo' do, chere" he said softly, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

She jerked back out of his reach, "Honey dripper" she accused, turning her back on him to hide a smile.

Resistant to his charms, but not immune.

She was a woman after all.

"Come on, chere" he wheedled, "Yo' been workin' on dis all day, take a break non?"

"Forget it Cajun" she said, shifting through some papers and refusing to meet his gaze. "Ah don't have tahme f'r yah games, Momma will have mah head if Ah don't get this done."

"Yo' work too hard" he chastised, sitting on the edge of the table and placing his hands on her hips, "C'm on over here f'r a sec."

Rogue sighed but allowed him to pull her in between his legs. She placed her hands on his chest and attempted to glare at him, "Don't be startin' now, Swamp Rat" she warned.

"Who, me?" he grinned, pretending to be offended. "Got sutin' t' ask yo'."

"Can yah make it quick?" she asked, but as she moved her hands up his shoulders he knew she wasn't as sore as she made out to be.

He placed his bare hands over the top of hers, because she had been alone before he turned up she wasn't wearing gloves. Her hands felt warm beneath his and he immediately felt her freeze. He and Rogue had touched only a hand full of times since they had discovered he was immune to her powers, and every time she panicked as though he would drop dead any second.

"How come yo' never touch me?" he asked softly, moving his fingers to stroke the top of her hands.

"Ah-" she struggled, as he felt her pleasure and terror both simultaneously spike.

He moved her hands to his lap and held them between his own, catching her started gaze in his.

"Don't yo' wanna find out what it might be like?" he asked gently.

"What?" she said, her mouth hung slightly open.

"T' kiss a man."

She jerked away immediately, "Ah know tha feelin'" she said sharply, moving her body away from his.

He moved fast, catching her waist in his hands and putting himself back into her line of vision. "P'shaw" he reached to take her face in his hands, "Not wit' a man, chere."

"Remy, Ah don't think-"

"Ain't no time f'r thinkin' here, chere."

Then he moved her mouth towards his and he kissed her.

It was everything a first kiss should be, it was soft and hesitant. Rogue was testing the waters and he didn't want to push her.

Until she moved her hands to take two fistfuls of his jacket lapels and pulled him closer into her body.

From that moment it was like a gun had been fired and they were both desperate to reach the finish line. The kiss was hot and wet, it was all skin and hands moving to touch as much of each other as possible.

It was so good he had almost forgotten why he had to do it.

Almost.