Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, though I own this fic and the general concept for it
Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, though I own this fic and the general concept for it.
Rating: Has now been changed to M, because this chapter and possible other chapters to come, will involve very descriptive 'intimate' scenes. 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.
I'm gonna have to up the rating to M for this fic because of this chapter and maybe other chapters to come. I wasn't sure I was going to write this and only give a hint of what happened, but where's the fun in that?
So if you guys don't want to read an 'intimate' chapter, I suggest skipping this one.
This is also my first time writing a scene that will be this 'intimate' so critiques, not flames, are welcome.
So… on with the story!
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He gently lowered her supple form to the bed, pausing for a moment to admire her before turning back to the door and closing it. The faint moonlight streamed through the French doors and bathed her smooth, unblemished skin in shimmering silver and caused her streaks to shine and glow around her beautifully shaped, and natural, make-up free, face. Remy could only wonder how such a beautiful creature like her could have been kept out of sight from the world; she was almost too beautiful for words. It was the first time Remy LeBeau was left speechless in from of a woman. All he could think was how lucky he was to be one, if not the only one, to have such a view of this amazing woman before him.
Rogue watched, motionless but with a smile, as Remy pulled off his t-shirt on his way back to the bed. All she could do was lick her lips at the lean, but rippling muscles that he had obviously worked hard for all his life. Their eyes met, the intensity reflected in both of them caused her breath to catch. He strode to the bedside, dressed only in a pair of deep gray sweat pants, and sat down on the edge facing her as she sat up, resting on her hands. Remy took deep breaths and charged himself, making sure he had all the energy he would need for this, because when it started, he knew they wouldn't want to stop.
"Chere…" he whispered, reaching out and gently smoothed back a lock of her hair. He traced her with a light, feather soft caress over her cheekbones, and then down the smooth skin of her neck as if he was trying to memorize her by touch. Rogue could only let out a slight groan. Though she knew she was ready for this, she couldn't ignore the fluttering sensation coursing throughout her body that made her feel so nervous. But Remy soon discharged those thoughts. He leaned forward, capturing Rogue's lips with his own, his hand moving to the small of her back. She met him, her tongue entwining with his, running her hands over his exposed chest and shoulders.
Remy took Rogue fully into his arms and laid her down completely on the bed, making sure he didn't put too much pressure on her. Though he did feel her tense up a bit, she didn't pull away or ask him to stop. He pulled away after a moment, and looking at her once again, "You want me t' stop… jus' say de word," he said as he ran his hands slowly down her arms, his fingers caressing her skin.
"Heh, just be gentle, Remy," she whispered, rubbing her hands up his arms and around to circle his neck as he kissed her neck.
"O' course, amour," he whispered against her skin, sending chills down her spine.
Each kiss, each gentle nip, tantalized and awakened her as he moved down her neck. He continued down her body as he nipped at her shoulder, creating its own unique sensation of thousands of soft caresses at once. A moan filled with desire escaped her as her hands tangled in his hair, not sure if she wanted to pull him up for another kiss or let him continue his torturing ministrations. Slowly his lips moved down her body. Supporting his weight on his elbows, Remy muscled a thigh between her legs, rubbing against her lightly with each shift of his weight. Clamping her thighs around his, she began to rub firmly against him, riding his leg. An almost violent tug on his hair pulled his lips back to hers as spasms of pleasure coursed through her. Hungrily, Remy swallowed her cries.
He was mesmerized by the image she presented as she lay on the bed with hair tousled and lips swollen from his kisses, panting for breathe from their heavy kissing, one leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee. This was all he ever wanted… and being with her and seeing her like this only for him… was all he ever needed. He repeated his earlier caress of her face, brushing her cheeks with his fingertips.
Rogue's eyes drifted closed lazily, her full lips curving upward in a small smile. Her hands clasped the firm muscles of his biceps as he rained kisses on her once more. She felt his body loosen the pressure off of her and his hands slide down her torso. His thumbs hooked into the sides of her pajama pants and her underwear, lifting her hips as he began to slide them down.
Just as he got them off, he was back up at her level and moved his hands up her legs languidly, drawing designs on her visible skin. He kissed up her belly button up to her face.
"What about your pants?" she asked sweetly. He smirked beautifully and shook his head. In a moment, before he register, Rogue had gripped them and pulled them as low as she could in her current position, the boxers along with them. Remy kicked them off of his legs and resumed his position nearly on top of her, though he could tell she became even more nervous.
"Remy…" she breathed, but was cut off by him.
"I's okay, Rogue. Jus' stay calm," he told her, continuing to slide his hands all over her body. She felt her body give in to his touches, physically relaxing and yet quivering at each one. She pressed in more, coming into contact with his harder member. She reached down with one hand and touched it lightly. His body jerked towards her as he gave a slight hiss. Rogue was afraid she had done something wrong or hurt him. He took her hand away, but not with anger.
"Dis is your night, Rogue," he simply said, reassuring her that nothing was wrong. His hands resumed running up and down her side. He reached down with one hand and started caressing her leg and to her upper thigh. She sucked in air, the touch surprising her momentarily. He found a sweet spot.
Remy lingered up, drawing small and large circles on the inside of her thigh. She fidgeted a bit, with small gasps of air. His circles were getting closer and closer to her opening, the pressure increasing for her.
"Ah… Ah want ya, Remy," she confessed gaspingly.
He smiled, "An' I wan' you… jus' breathe, Rogue."
He rubbed his fingers over her, putting pressure on it. She was warm and wet. Her hips jerked up to him, pressing the fingers in further. Her eyes regarded him coolly and became unfocused when he slipped his finger between and stroked her. Her hips jerked up again as she tried to strangle a cry, gripping his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin. He kissed her hard but still gently, swallowing her moans, knowing this had to be quieter with neighbors on almost every side.
He stroked again, running a finger up and down, flicking her. He watched her; he knew exactly what he was doing to her, making her squirm. Her breaths were short and clipped. He rubbed her faster and faster, her hips twitched in excitement. He slipped two fingers inside of her, causing her to gasp in surprise. He pressed them in and out slowly at first. As her hips softly moved up to greet his fingers, he started pressing in faster, gripping her insides.
She shook as she clenched the sheets around her and threw her head back. Something was further erupting within her. She couldn't tell if she was clenching hard or if the pressure build up between her legs was too great. She shut her eyes in silent prayer. He smirked while breathing softly down her neck and kissing the pale flesh. He slowly took them out and looked down on her. She was close, excited, and stimulated, but more than anything, she was ready for this.
"Ohh…" she moaned.
He took this as the okay. He watched her with pensive eyes and saw her squirming. She moaned again. She wanted that pressure between her legs again. She needed it. She felt empty without something of him in her. And he knew it.
"Remy," she managed to breathe out, before she turned to her night stand and opened the first drawer, pulling out a small packet and giving it to him, "Take meh."
Remy didn't know why or how she had this with her, but he didn't care at the moment. He'd ask questions later. For now, he had his beautiful siren on the edge and he certainly wasn't going to ruin this now.
She could barely hear the rustle of the plastic over her breathing and before she knew it, she felt him lay down over her. Her heart pounded on her ears and her body pulsed with anticipation.
"Rogue… dis'll hurt for only a second," was the last thing she heard before she felt her body being taken over.
Carefully, he positioned himself and slowly moved into her. She gasped as he did; a new pressure built up inside her and in one moment, she felt it break; the last piece of her virginity and the true loss of her title as the Untouchable. And with it were tears she shed.
Remy kissed her as she tried to scream out and held himself until he had her say-so. But he was not far from losing his own control. She was everything he had dreamt of. It took all his remaining energy to keep still and not ravage her the way he had wanted to for so long.
"You alright, chere?" he breathed, noticing her calming breaths and her body beginning to relax against him.
"Ah… Ah'm okay," she answered to him, nodding for him to go on and it was all he needed.
He started off with slow thrusts, molding his lower half into hers. She received him gratefully; every thrust in her sent a new wave of rapture up her body. She wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms over his shoulders, pulling him more towards her. She felt him jerk above her and sink in harder.
She breathed hard and heavy, but restrained her moans and screams. He kissed and nipped at her neck while he ran a hand down her body and pulled her legs closer to him. He couldn't think beyond the intoxicating silk of her skin and how small she was beneath him, beyond the heat and friction they were creating. He slid his hand down her curves, her chest, her hips, reaching behind her and grabbing her ass. He pulled her up for every thrust; he wanted more of her.
"Mon Dieu… Rogue," he groaned in her ear.
"Gawd… Remy, don't stop," she breathed back. Her hands were tangled in his mane, her head thrown back in bliss. She was pulsing a wave of pleasure throughout her whole body. He slammed a bit harder into her and she visibly bit back a moan. Her body was betraying her, surrendering to him. She was loosing herself to the pleasure. She wanted him, more of him, to go faster and harder.
He gripped her harder, taking her hand in his own and gripping each other for fear of losing the other. She gripped him, nails grazing down his back, leaving long red welts in their wake. As he plunged one final time, something snapped that sent her mind numb. She moaned into his kiss and, with her head thrown back, let the feeling overtake her. Her world shifted, her body changed and clenched around him, making him release with her.
Was this the sensations and feelings she had been missing out on all this time? The feeling of an ocean's wave washing over her and sweep her away in this bliss called love?
"That… was…" she started, only for Remy to finish it, "Fantasique…"
They lay together seemingly forever, intertwined, sweat-covered, and breathing hard. Remy lay on top of her, one arm holding her body, the other reaching down and holding her hand.
He leaned up to kiss her forehead, and slowly pulled out of her warm depths, laying beside her, disconnecting all contact to re-energize himself. His deep voice reached up to her ears, "Je t'aime, Rogue."
"Je t'aime aussi, Remy," she hummed back to him with hooded eyes and a soft sigh.
After a long while, Remy calmed himself and pulled back his energy levels. Taking Rogue back into his arms, her back to him, and pulling her sheets and duvet over them both, "I tol' you, didn' I?" he whispered to her, nuzzling the back of her neck.
"About what?" she replied, obviously very tired and near sleep.
"Dat I'd make sure you remember dis night."
"Mmm, Ah'll be remembering this for a VERY long tahme, Remy," she murmured, turning her head back just as Remy leaned his head over her shoulder as the two met is a soft final kiss.
"G'night, mon amour."
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So for anyone that didn't wish to read this chapter, you can easily pick up the story in chapter 9. You won't really miss out on anything by skipping this chapter. I've just wanted to write something like this for a very long time.
Red, review, comment and suggest, and for this chapter, constructively critisize, but no flames please.
Until next time…
