Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, thought I own this fic and the general concept for it

Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, thought I own this fic and the general concept for it.

Rating: T, may change to M, depending on how far I go with the relationships. Rated for language and mature subject matter.

For ROMY AMV fans: If anyone is interested, go to MySpace videos and search for Rogue Gambit X-Men Evolution videos. Anything by "Care Bear Karen" was made by myself. I have made 3 videos for ROMY. Two are from Evolution, the other is a slideshow of images. Hope you guys check 'em out.

On with the story!

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It had only been a few hours after Rogue and Logan had that conversation. Rogue went back into her room, telling Kitty the gist of what had happened that night, and visa versa. Soon after, Rogue went to bed and Kitty made her escape out the balcony where she knew Lance was waiting for her. She had gotten into the habit of sneaking out a while ago and Rogue did her best to cover for her from Logan. Luckily, Kitty always made it back in time before morning call and it was only three or four times a week.

Remy had gone back to his own room and took a long cold shower before getting into his own bed. For both Rogue and Remy, it was hard to sleep. Remy was unable to think of anything else but Rogue. She had flooded his thoughts and dreams. It had been that way since he first laid eyes on her. He didn't know why though. She didn't seem any more special than other girls he'd been with. He had been briefed by Magneto on all the X-Men and he certainly knew Rogue's profile.

Rogue was just a girl, an eighteen year old with severe trust issues and a rather complicated life. He had even wondered how she could have an relations with anyone in that lifestyle. She couldn't touch. Sure, she might one day control it, but with him as her boyfriend, could he promise not to cheat until then? It would be unfair to her if one side was more committed than the other. On the other hand, would he cheat? He knew he was a creative guy when he put his mind to it. Until she had that control, he knew they'd get past all the minor physical issues and focus on the emotional. Remy was fully aware of that commitment. Rogue had had more of an understanding of him than any other girl did and it was worth all the effort. Not even Belladonna was worth so much insanity.

Remy cringed at the thought of his ex-fiance. The woman was everything Rogue wasn't; berating, obsessive, cruel, blood-thirsty… not to mention the figure of a twig. How he could stand growing up with her, he never knew.

She was technically his first in every area; friend, girlfriend, love, and everything in between. However, the Thieves and the Assassins had come to an understanding for peace while they were young, they had no solidified way of preserving that peace… until they were told of Remy and Belladonna's relationship. It was then decided that the pact between the guilds would include their marriage.

When they were told that their marriage was going to be of such importance, Belladonna changed into a woman he never knew before and one whom he distasted from that point on. She began to obsess over the wedding and hung onto him as long as she could. That was when he started sleeping around and gained his profiling as the ladies man of the guilds. He never enjoyed any of the company of the women he was with, but he took what he could get to get away from the stresses the guilds and Belladonna were putting on him.

On the day of the wedding, Remy felt his life flashing before him and he realized he didn't care about ruling the guilds or being with Belladonna anymore. He wanted to run. He would have too… if Julian hadn't come to challenge him first.

Belladonna 's brother had never approved of his sister dating a member of the Thieves Guild, let alone the union of marriage. Julian had challenged Remy at his home when only he, Jean Luc, Henri, and Marius, Belladonna's father, were still there. In the end, the fight traveling far into the bayou, Julian had taken the bigger beating, but Remy refused to lower himself by killing Julian. After the fight, he ran for as long as he could, being banned from the guilds and New Orleans… it took him to other bad jobs and evil people and mutants. The only times he had gone back was for Henry and Mercy's wedding, and when he and Rogue had gone down to save his father. But he kept reminding himself it was better than being stuck with that pressure all his life.

After that, he became so used to the ladies man title that most of the time, it didn't take much to get the women to fall to his feet. He perfected his charming talents and there was never a hassle… until Rogue that was. The day he met her behind the cargo holds, he knew this girl was going to be important to him. She had been the only girl to withstand his efforts more than any other woman and kept him mesmerized more than he could do to her. He never wanted to cheat on her ever, she was all he could handle and all he wanted. She was at the top of his pedestal of what he had been hoping to find all that time. Only fate could have made it so that they were denied the freedom of touch. But over time, he began to view it as a blessing rather than a curse; that factor was what made their relationship so special. If she was able to touch, she may not have been the same person she was now, the distant, confident, strong woman that was self-reliant and it was that woman that he fell for.

Remy couldn't stand this anymore. He couldn't sleep and sitting there thinking back on so much was getting on his nerves. He got out of his bed and headed out of his room onto the balcony, swinging over the side and landing on the ground before making his way back to the East wing.

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Rogue continued to toss in her sleep, groaning from the restlessness that her nightmares were giving her. She woke up with a start, her face covered in a sweat that was never ending. She tried her best to calm her breathing, but it failed and she could only bring her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she began to cry quietly.

The nightmares had been around far too long and Rogue began to feel it was only because of her new found mutation. The more personalities she absorbed the more powers she gained, but the more nightmares she'd have to haunt her. If that was the case, Rogue wished she never had her mutation. She could live with absorbing a mutant and having their power temporarily. But if having them for all time meant keeping these nightmares, she wished she died to end it all.

It had not been the first time Rogue contemplated suicide. When she had her mental breakdown those many months ago, the psyches had driven her into a madness she felt could only be silenced by death. She wanted to turn into Sabertooth to slash her own throat or Storm to electrocute herself. But when Logan talked her down and was there for her during her recovery, she knew she couldn't do it, no matter how bad things had gotten. But she didn't know she would have to endure this kind of torture. The thoughts began to seep in again and Rogue felt that each and every time her nightmares came, the temptation grew stronger.

All she could do now though was sit and cry to herself, going over again and again what happened in her nightmares and her thoughts of an impending death.

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Remy pulled himself up onto the balcony and moved towards the French doors. He couldn't deny it; the girl had a pull on him that was like a drug. It had made him want a cigarette more than ever in his life. He was considering going back to his own room to grab one before he saw something fly upwards in the room. Remy immediately looked back in and saw her curled in a ball and crying.

"Anna?" he asked tentatively, making her jump and obviously scaring her at his silent intrusion. She hadn't even noticed the doors open or his ever so quiet foot steps. The man was definitely skilled at what he did. Rogue replied quickly, wiping away any evidence of sadness before he could notice. But it was a failed attempt.

"Oh! Remy! What are you doin' in here?" she was soft spoken as she sniffed once more and cleaned her face with her duvet.

"Never mind dat. Why you upset, chere?"

Rogue could only stare back at him before looking down at her hands, feeling the flashes of her nightmares returning. She ran her hand through her hair as if in pain, wanting to pull it out in torment. They brought a new set of tears with it, no matter how hard she tried to keep them back from him.

In a heart beat, Remy was on her bed in front of her and took her hands from her head and into his own, giving each of them a quick kiss, making sure he was charged well before they even made contact.

"It's okay, chere. Tout est correct. Je suis ici avec vous," Remy said, trying to calm Rogue down, knowing she understood proper French over his Cajun.

Rogue leaned forward and rested her head against Remy's collarbone as he moved his arm around her shoulders, continuing the soothing words. She slowly stopped crying and stayed there with him, against his chest, breathing in his earthy, spicy scent. It felt like being there was the only thing that would keep her sane from all the memories and nightmares.

She stayed curled against Remy for an untold amount of time before she finally spoke.

"Ah think ah need a drink," she said flatly, raising her head from his chest smiling up at him, earning a good raw laugh from Remy, one she hadn't really heard from him before. She meant it partially as a joke, but serious as well. But his laughter certainly was a nice thing to see.

"C'mon den. We'll talk this over a few drinks," he replied, wiping away the last of her fading tears as a light to her face began to reemerge. Though he hated to see her cry, it pulling at his own heart, the flush that came to her face gave her such a beautiful radiance from something as horrible as whatever was tormenting her. It was a cruel irony. Pulling off her bed and her with him, the two quietly made their way down to the kitchen. Rogue opened the fridge in hopes of finding one of Logan's spare beer bottles, but was surprised to see none.

"No worries," Remy said, moving to the pantry and sliding open a back wooden panel that he had found his first few days in the Institute. It revealed a small, but considerable, amount of alcohol. Rogue was stunned.

"Didn't know ya were an alcoholic along with smokin', Remy."

"Not addicted to de stuff, chere. Just need a good drink every now and then… like now."

He pulled out the bourbon he'd stashed and poured them into the two small glasses Rogue had gotten for them. They each took their drink, clinked glasses and in one swig, took it down. Remy shook it off pretty easy, but Rogue felt like her mouth was on fire from the burning sensations on her tongue and throat. Bourbon… she'd have to remember that one.

"So, you wanna tell me what's goin' on?" Remy asked after the swig, pouring himself another drink, silently asking if she wanted another. Rogue silently answered yes for another drink and nodded her head for telling him what was happening.

"Ah think mah mutation is drivin' meh insane," she said blankly, hoping onto the counter top, taking her drink and gulping it down again, shuttering at the sensation, but getting used to the taste.

"How? They actin' up again?" Remy asked, leaning against the counter staring up at her, uncertain of what she'd meant, whether or not she was speaking literally. He took his second drink.

"No, not lahke that. Just lately… Ah've been havin' flashes from the psyches and nightmares from 'em. It wasn't so bad at first… but it's been gettin' worse since Ah developed my next mutation. Ah think havin' all those psyches at mah disposal has made 'em overactive and their memories are takin' over in mah head," Rogue explained, not looking at Remy but at her feet as if they were so interesting. She left out her thoughts from earlier, but she didn't need to worry him with her angsty thoughts. She knew they would fade anyways as long as she was happy with him.

There was a silence for a moment or two, but it wasn't awkward. It was never awkward because the two never realized it was silent with all the thoughts in their heads.

Remy put his glass back on the counter with a clatter sound that caught Rogue's attention as he moved to stand in front of her, their heights nearly matching. He let out a sigh before placing his hands on her waist, obviously deep in thought. Rogue leaned back on her hands, looking at Remy and he looking back. It was a staring contest with no real objective. But it gave some solace to the young couple.

"Maybe… maybe we should talk to de Professor about dis," Remy started, "It might be bett'a if we suppress those psyches for good. They are takin' up too much of your life and you can't always be worryin' about one of dem takin' ov'a all de time. It's not healthy for you to have dat goin' on."

"If we suppress them though, Ah probably won't be able to use the new mutation at all," Rogue didn't sound totally sad about that occurring.

"It's a small price to pay for your sanity, chere. I dun want you to be a nervous wreck like dis. I prefer you when you're not developin' a drinkin' habit, though ya are one of de best drinkin' buddies I've had in a long time."

Rogue giggled at the sentiment, but to be serious… she agreed with Remy. She couldn't go on with the nightmares and the flashes, no matter how great the new mutation seemed to be.

" 'Kay Remy. Next session we have with the Professor, we'll talk to him about it," she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder and looking at him with a bright smile across her face at his own grin. Dazzling emerald to his burning red flares, they were fixated on each other. They didn't know if it was the alcohol or just the atmosphere, but

"Heureux de l'entendre, amour," he replied before threading one hand through her hair, tilting her head before his lips tenderly touched hers. They could taste the harshness of the bourbon in each other as it became more passionate. Rogue reached her hands around him, rubbing his back through his t-shirt, speaking against his lips, "Remy… are you charging?"

"Oui," he replied non-chalantly, leaning his forehead against hers, "Pourquoi?"

"It's just… your not exhausted lahke you were earlier. You gettin' some stamina?" she asked, noticing how they were making more skin contact in a longer period of time and he didn't seem to be effected as of yet.

"Might be, chere. Don't feel weak like I was earli'a eith'a. But I dunno how long dis'll last," he stated, not moving from his position near her afraid that if he let go, they'd lose that progress and he wanted to keep the moment going for as long as he could.

"Maybe… if we keep this up… your powers may just get used to being on longer and not exhaust you as much," Rogue said, hopeful that that was the case. If so, she was totally fine with staying in covered clothing and keeping her distance from others… so long as she had him that she had the contact with permanently.

"It sounds like de femme want to play a bit longer, non?" Remy said, turning this suddenly serious conversation back into playtime that they both knew was taking place. And Rogue certainly had no reason to stop now.

"Hmm, ya know Ah'd love tah see how far I can push ya, Swamp Rat," she drawled out, "One more thing though."

Remy asked, "Wha's dat?" before he saw her reach back for the bourbon that was nearly finished and poured the rest into each other their glasses. Remy smirked before taking his glass as she took her own, clinked them together one last time before taking the final swig. They put the glasses into the nearly by dish washer, tossed the bourbon glass into the garbage at the end of the counter, and within a millisecond, Remy placed both his hands on Rogue cheeks and laid a bruising kiss her lips, though she replied with just as much ferocity.

Her nails dug in lightly through the fabric of his shirt as she pressed herself closer to him, longing for the contact of his body against hers.

Remy took a deep breath, attempting to regain some form of control. "Rogue… " using her codename and rolling it, his voice was a soft husky moan that made Rogue melt. He bit at his lip; he didn't want to rush her.

Rogue inhaled sharply, every nerve in her body coming alive, like her body had never felt or heard these things and were experiencing a drug for the first time. Her hand moved up his neck, searching through the mass of his auburn hair, finding and removing the elastic that held the small ponytail he had started growing out. She combed her fingers through the curtain of hair, loving it's the silky texture.

A tremor shook his body at the feel of her caresses. Some how, even though she was the amateur, Rogue had found a way to even bring the Cajun ladies man to nearly lose control and be out of breathe before anything had really happen. He had to know, had to hear it from her own lips that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, "Are you sure?".

It didn't take a second to think of her answer. Rogue had been wanting this since she first saw Remy, now matter how insufferable he was at first when they had their experiences, after the last few months, she couldn't imagine it with anyone else. She nodded, but to make sure that he understood that she wanted and needed this, she answered, "Ah've never been more sure of anythin' in mah lahfe."

Remy let out a heavy sigh of relief and nodded. He didn't understand why he was more nervous about this than Rogue seemed to be. But truthfully, she was just better at hiding it. And Remy thought he was the one with the good poker face.

Placing his hands on her hips, he lowered his head to her lips once more before sliding down to her neck and nuzzling it, finding her sweet spot that he knew every woman had that made them purr. His thumbs traced the collar of her night shirt and tugged it just enough to expose the junction between her neck and shoulder where he gently left his mark on her.

Rogue moaned softly, her back arching as she attempted to bring herself closer to him and the wonderful sensations he was creating in her. The path his lips were blazing across her skin added fuel to the fire that went ablaze in her body.

He peeled the shirt off of Rogue to reveal what was hidden beneath, leaning back to admire her. She was obviously embarrassed to be in such a situation, but Remy picked up on this with is empathy and said, "Vous êtes une créature si magnifique, Rogue," before hungrily claiming her lips once again.

With a groan of disappointment, he slowly dragged himself away from her. He knew this wasn't how it should be her first time, "Dis shouldn't be done here, chere… not like dis. You deserve better den dat… and dis should be special for you."

Rogue only grinned at him, thinking how sweet he was being, but also that tonight truly was the perfect night.

"Good thing I have an empty room tonight, huh?"

Remy chuckled at the statement before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her out of the kitchen and back upstairs towards the East wing. It was something Remy was going to make sure Rogue never regretted.

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I realize I've basically been writing chapters on Rogue and Remy's interactions with each other and not as X-Men. I promise, next chapter will include other X-Men and have more a substantial plot. I've just wanted to writing something like this for a LONG time.

By the way, I used Babel Fish for the translations, for feel free to use that to translate the French.

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Until next time…