Warning: This chapter is one of the reasons this story is rated M. If that's not you're thing, I'd suggest you stop reading right now.

Chapter Eight

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Rogue sighed and took a sip of coffee, drumming her fingers across the table top.

She had taken refuge in the kitchen the moment she had opened her eyes this morning, because no matter how much she tossed and turned, she just couldn't get the image of Remy LeBeau from behind her eyes.

His words had gone around in her head so many times that she'd been far too preoccupied to sleep. That, coupled with the warning from Logan and the constant chunnering in the back of her mind every time she thought of the suave southerner, she had no chance of getting any rest.

She should have known this would happen, that Remy's hands on her skin would bring back all the memories of what it used to feel like back when she could trust him. Maybe it would have been better to just not lay her hands on him in the first place, but he had been far too tempting to resist.

If he hadn't mentioned the nostalgia then maybe she wouldn't have thought about it, but since he had it was all she could think about.

Every time she closed her eyes he was there. But it wasn't the Remy here now, it was the Remy she had met ten years ago, and she needed to remember that.

Ten years earlier:

"Remy" Rogue giggled, trying to escape his grasp as he kissed all the way up her jaw.

"Yes, chere?" he asked against her skin, kissing down her neck and scratching her with his stubble.

"Yah need tah stop!" she said, pushing against his shoulders.

"But yo' taste so good" Remy grinned into her neck.

"Ah need yah tah go to the other side o' thah room" Rogue said breathily, still trying and failing to push him off her as he mercilessly attacked her neck. "Ah cain't think straight."

"T'inkin' ain't no fun" he said, kissing her behind her ear.

She finally gave up, her ear was her kryptonite and he was fully exploiting her weakness.

He'd even managed to sneak a hand up beneath her shirt and she was about to protest until he ran the tip of his finger excruciatingly slowly over her nipple and she gasped.

Remy took for advantage of this by moving to kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and working her up all warm and wet until she practically fainted.

Somehow her shirt ended up on the floor as the kissing became much more urgent, he slowly began to move down her jaw again as he slipped his hands around her back and un-clipped her bra.

He began to drop kisses on her neck, slowly moving down her chest until he latched onto one of her nipples.

She was in a state of delirium she had never felt before and she began to wonder if anything had ever felt anything better than this.

Everywhere was hot and itchy, her skin felt tight and the heat was all beginning to gather in one place.

Almost as though he could sense this Remy began to move down her body. He replaced his mouth with his fingers on her nipple, pinching softly as he slowly kissed down her stomach. He stopped only briefly to bite the fleshy skin next to her belly button and Rogue cried out. She couldn't even find it in her to be embarrassed at how loud she was, all she could think about was what Remy was doing to her and how she never wanted him to stop.

He unbuttoned her jeans and began to pull them off her hips until she leant up and placed her hands over his, "Remy, wait-"

"It's okay chere, jus' wanna taste" he smiled up at her.

"Ah ain't sho' Ah'm ready" she said in a breathy voice.

Remy began to trace no nonsense patterns on the skin of her hips, "We won't do nothin'" he promised, "Jus' wanna know if you taste as good as yo' look."

"Ah cain't-"

He placed his finger over her lips, "Don't expect nothin' in return, Rogue" he said softly, moving to push her hair out of her eyes. "Jus' let me do dis."

She took a deep breath and nodded shakily, before lifting her hips and allowing him to shimmy her jeans off.

She laid back on the bed as he began to rain kisses on her hip bones. Excruciating slowly, as though he was doing it on purpose he moved between her legs, the stubble on his chin scratching her over-sensitised skin. The moment his tongue made contact with her body she practically convulsed, letting out a moan so loud she would have been embarrassed under normal circumstances.

"Rogue?"

Her eyes snapped open and she was back in the kitchen of the Xavier Mansion ten years later. The only thing about her view that hadn't changed was Remy LeBeau, who stood shirtless in the doorway. He was stock still, the wiry muscles of his arms hanging awkwardly either side of his rippled abdomen, staring at her with shocked red eyes.

"Aw jeez" Rogue groaned, her head falling into her hands.

"Yo' doin' okay, chere?" came that soft as southern voice, wrapping around her like silk.

She opened a gap with her fingers so she could look at him with one eye, "Was Ah projectin'?" she whispered. Rogue knew that Remy had felt her emotions before, often it had made her self conscious but at one point in their relationship it had just added to the fun. There weren't many people that could read the pleasure of another person quite like an Empath.

Now however, she was just mortified.

"Only a little" Remy said easily, moving over to the coffee pot. "Wouldn't mind knowin' who yo' were t'inkin' of."

"Tom Cruise" she blurted, before clearing her throat awkwardly. "Ah mean-"

"He a little clean cut f'r yo' chere" Remy teased, placing his fresh coffee mug on the table and sliding into the seat beside her. "An' yo' sho' are terrible liar."

"Ah ain't lyin'!"

"P'shaw" Remy snorted into his coffee mug, "Jus' tell me it ain't Jack Frost, he a little too innocent f'r yo'."

"Jealous?"

"Dat someone else could make yo' feel dat way?" Remy turned those eyes of his on her, "Oh yeah."

Her entire body flashed hot then cold, and she had to take a deep breath. Remy LeBeau was far too dangerous a man to contend with on a normal day, but no girl should risk being around him when she was already aroused.

It was bad for her health.

"Ah should probably go" she said, but didn't move from where she sat, her eyes still locked to his as though she was the snake and he was her charmer. "Ah got tah meet Emma."

"In a lab where me an' yo' gone be doin' a lot o' touchin', non?"

She loved it when his eyes glowed red.

"Right" Rogue nodded shakily, "We got trainin'."

"Forgive me, chere" Remy said, running a finger casually down her arm. "But de kind o' touchin' yo' want, don't involve no audience."

"Huh?"

"Yo' got dat" he paused, "Dat hot, itchy feelin' dat jus' demandin' satisfaction."

His accent curled over the last word and it was that which seems to break his spell over Rogue. She snorted and broke his eye contact, taking her first breath for a full minute, "Ah sure know how Ah'm feelin', Swamp Rat" she rolled her eyes, "Ya'll think Ah don't know what sexual frustration is?"

"Could fix that f'r yo' right now, chere" he rumbled, his devil eyes still fixed on her and his finger still raising goosebumps on her arm.

She shook her head, "No thanks" she said, standing to dislodge his arm and moving to place her empty mug in the sink. Rogue moved to put the table between them and it seemed to clear her head again, "If it weren't foar yah, Ah wouldn't be in this mess."

"Jus' cravin' m' touch?" he hummed, leaning across the table towards his and pushing one side of his mouth up into a smile. His eyes were like a siren call, a red beacon calling out to her.

But she would not answer.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "If it weren't f'r yah, Cajun" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ah wouldn't know what sex was lahke, an' mebe then Ah wouldn't want it so bad."

That admission seemed to shock him out of his suave and charming alter ego. He leaned back into his seat, gaping at her like a fish as his mouth opened and closed in shock but no words seem to come to him.

"Cat gotcha tongue, Cajun?" she teased.

"Well I-" he paused as he stumbled over the words, his Adam's Apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. "Jus figured we could do somethin' about that."

Even he didn't sound sure about the words coming out of his mouth.

Rogue laughed because Remy LeBeau didn't stuttered over his words and he certainly never felt uncomfortable. Remy LeBeau just delighted in making everyone else feel uncomfortable.

"Did yah jus' stutter?" she crowed.

"Non!" Remy defended, "Was Jus' surprised t' hear-"

"Me talkin' 'bout sex?" she teased.

"Guess yo'll always be dat innocent lil gal t' me" he smiled sheepishly and cleared his throat. "Yo' know de one who blushed every time I licked her-"

Rogue grinned because he was trying desperately to seem cool and pull the conversation back under control. But she was in control this time, and she was going to give Remy LeBeau a taste of his own medicine.

"Yo' know Remy" she said huskily, sliding her elbows across the table and pushing her chest together with her forearms. "This innocent gal here sure could use an orgasm" she paused while he digested that, "Or a back massage." She pondered for a second, "Mebe both."

Remy cleared his throat to hide his awkwardness, "An' when did yo' last have either o' dose?"

"Yah right" she sighed, cocking her head to watch him. "A massage above clothes ain't really thah same as skin on skin."

Remy smiled because he knew she was playing with him, "An' an orgasm?"

She threw him a wicked grin, "Guess Ah'll go sort that out right now."

Rogue couldn't hold in a laugh as his face dropped into a mask of shock, she let out one bark of laughter before turning and sauntering out of the room.

Getting one up on Remy LeBeau was a rare occasion and she would no doubt pay for it later, but it sure did feel good.

She grinned to herself as she took the stairs two at a time and headed to her room, planning a quick shower and a change of clothes before she headed down to meet Emma.

She threw her hair up in a bun but just before she stepped into the shower, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. With tendrils of curls falling into her face and bright green eyes, she barely recognised herself.

It was the Remy LeBeau effect.

She didn't like to admit that having him around made her feel good. But Remy was the only person she'd ever met who wasn't only not afraid to touch her, but who actively tried to whenever they were in the same room as each other.

It was hard not to get addicted to him.

She shut off the water and grabbed a towel, once again glancing at her reflection as she dried the water droplets from her skin.

Remy had always loved her hair up, said it accented her bare neck.

Rogue grinned at her reflection as a plan formed in her head. Remy LeBeau wasn't the only person that could play dirty, and Rogue was fairly certain she had some revealing clothes hidden in her closet.

She laughed to herself as she dressed, because the thought of giving Remy LeBeau a taste of his own medicine was oddly amusing.

Rogue settled for jeans and a top that bared her arms, not wanting to appear too obvious. That didn't stop her from clearing the corridors on her way downstairs, as everyone between her bedroom and the laboratory seemed to be scared of her bare skin.

It would be worth it as soon as she saw the look at Remy's face.

Or so she thought.

The moment she walked into the lab her victory was short lived and her glory taken from her. Remy LeBeau was sat in the centre of an extremely squishy sofa, and he was completely topless.

He was lounging, almost as though he was waiting for the cameras to be ready so he could start his cover shoot for GQ. Muscles wrapped themselves around his forearms and the balls of his shoulders, the pectorals of his chest were perfect and smooth and his abs were so tight she could have washed her clothes on them.

Of course, she was used to seeing him half naked.

Touching him half naked was something completely different.

Her brain seemed to completely shut down at the thought.

"Yo' okay there, chere?" Remy grinned, his smile so big he could probably light several Christmas trees with it.

"Ah-"

"Oh, hello Rogue" Emma tore her eyes away from the delicious morsel on the sofa and turned to face her. "Come in, I have something to explain about this session."

"Like the reason why the Cajun needs to be naked?" a voice growled and Rogue flushed as she noticed Logan hovering in the shadows.

She mentally kicked herself for inviting him along, the last thing this session needed was more witnesses.

"Yes" Emma said, clearing her throat and hiding a smile. "Rogue, why not take a seat beside Remy there?"

"Come on now, chere" he was still grinning away happily as he patted the space next to him, "Won't bite, unless yo' ask real nice."

Rogue rolled her eyes but her cheeks felt hot as she dropped into the seat next to him.

The problem with contending with Remy was his empathic ability gave him a slight edge. He knew he was getting to her, and it just seemed to spur him on to be ever more infuriating.

She kept her eyes determinedly trained on Emma to avoid looking at the man sat beside her.

The gorgeous telepath seemed more than a little distracted herself, her eyes flicking to Remy every few seconds as though she was checking he was real.

Well he doesn't look it Emma's voice came through on a mental level. If I were you, I'd be all over that like a badger on honey.

Been there, done that Rogue thought back.

Well stay behind after, because I want some details Emma replied in her head, while opening her mouth and saying, "So this session will be a little different."

"Ah don't gotta get naked too, do Ah?" Rogue asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dere wouldn't be no complaints, chere" Remy winked.

"No, Rogue will not be naked" Logan bit out.

"In the last session, it was Remy that was doing all the touching" Emma continued as though there had been no interruption. "So I thought it would be interesting to try the other way around."

"So Ah would touch him?" Rogue heard the wobble in her own voice.

"Touching and being touched are two different things" Emma said, nodding enthusiastically. "I want to monitor the differences, and get you comfortable with both."

"S'long as he ain't touchin' meh" she but out, trying desperately to hide her nerves.

"Yo' ain't no fun, Catin" Remy teased her, mirth dancing in his red eyes.

"We ain't here foar fun" Rogue said haughtily.

"An if we were, it'd be me knocking you out with my touch" Logan growled.

"Logan and I will be just behind the screen" Emma said, smiling as she grasped him under the arm to drag him in that direction. "Just act natural."

Rogue turned to glare at her Cajun companion, who was grinning away at her as he lounged casually on the sofa.

"Some days Ah Sho' wish mah mutation worked on Yah, Gaitor Bait" she said, bracing herself for what was about to happen. "Wipe that smile right off yah face."

"Yo' were grinning so much dis mornin', jus' thought I'd come in on de joke."

Rogue rolled her eyes and took a deep breath as she reached out, her bare hand pausing just inches from his tanned skin.

"Come on, chere" Remy coaxed, "Yo' can't hurt me, so why yo' so 'fraid?"

"Ah don't do this often, Cajun" she said through gritted teeth.

"Yo' used to" he practically purred.

"No" she said, her voice almost shaking as she said it. "Ah didn't."

Before he could respond she pushed her hand forward and placed her entire palm on his chest.

He was so warm, she had forgotten that about him. Remy constantly seemed to run hot, as though he had an undercurrent of hot water just under his skin. Sometimes when he had wrapped his arms around her from behind, it had felt like she was sinking into a hot bath.

Rogue shook her head as she pushed that memory out of her head.

"De other hand, chere" Remy coaxed.

She could feel his devil eyes fixed on her but she refused to move her gaze any higher than his neck.

"Mebe Ah jus' don't wanna touch" she bit out, taking a deep breath and moving her hand so she could place it directly over his heart. Feeling the heartbeat of another person was an indescribable feeling for her, and she tensed her fingers as she felt the first thump. There it was, beating strong and powerful, keeping him alive.

"We both know dat ain't true" Remy teased, "Come on now, I know my body be good, but how bout I see dose eyes o' yo'rs?"

"Yah think Ah don't know whatcha doin'" she snorted, shaking her hair out of her face and grinding her teeth together.

"Ain't doin' nothin' Catin."

"So ya'll ain't tryin' tah prove yah can't get me all riled up, jus' like ah did tah yahself this mornin'."

"Don't need t' prove nothin'" Remy shot back.

Rogue finally looked up and was caught in his molten gaze. His red eyes swam merrily in a sea of liquid black, and sitting this close she couldn't help but be mesmerised.

"That right?"

Before she'd even realised what he was doing he had moved, shoved her shoulders down and repositioned himself so he was on top of her. His warm heat radiated out over her skin, but he hovered just high enough to ensure they didn't touch.

"'M I makin' yo' uncomfortable, chere?" he hummed, his voice vibrating down her chest.

"Yah sho' are childish" she hissed, wriggling a little but not wanting to dislodge him. "Yah know that?"

Remy leant down so the bristles of his stubble scratched her cheek, "Couldn't leave de kitchen f'r a good 45 minutes dis mornin', Catin" he whispered in her ear, "Thanks t' yo'."

It took Rogue half a second before what he had said connected in her brain and rich laughter poured from her lips.

"Oh, yo' t'ink dats funny?" he mocked, but she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Shoulda paid Alison a visit" Rogue choked, trying as hard as she could to keep her voice even and her face straight. "Sho' she woulda helped yah out."

Remy ran a finger across her cheek, catching a curl, "Dat gal ain't offerin' de kinda help I need."

"That so?" Rogue raised an eyebrow, lifting her hips until they met his. "An ya'll think Ah am?"

Remy smiled, "Yo' exactly de help dis Cajun need, chere" he said softly, his voice all warm like melted chocolate.

Rogue took a deep breath as she stared into those red eyes, his hypnotic stare catching her off guard.

Rogue laughed, "Don'tcha ever give up, Gaitor Bait?"

"'M a thief chere" Remy winked at her, his finger still stroking her cheek. "Jus' doin' what comes natural."

Maybe she would have kissed him then, in that perfect moment. With his eyes locked on hers and his breath caressing her cheek, with the warmth of his entire body pressed up against her.

Maybe she would have kissed him, and maybe it would have been everything she had been dreaming about.

But Logan burst in and berated them both for not taking training seriously. After that the session was cut short and Rogue felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured right over her libido.

Yet she couldn't help but be grateful to Logan, because she couldn't even pretend that she was a match for Remy LeBeau.

In her heart she knew he would chew her up and spit her out, just as he had done before.

To all the people still reading this story:

Firstly, I want to thank you all for not giving up on me! I'm sorry my updates are taking so long. I have all the ideas for where I want this story to go and chapters all planned, I'm just having trouble when it comes to sitting down and actually writing it. Any help/advice/critique you could give would be so helpful!