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Chapter 2

It was late when Rogue pulled into the Institute driveway going a good twenty five miles over the speed limit.

"Geeze Rogue, you are crazy tonight, whatz gotten into you," said Kurt, who morphed to the ground as fast as he could. "Becauze of the fact that you were forty minutes late Amanda is gonna be grounded and I won't getz to see her for like two veaks!"

"Shut it Kurt," snapped Rogue, "Logan said to pick y'all up at the movie theater, he didn specify which one! Besides none of this woulda happened if you hadn't been playin kissy face and caught the bus!"

"I'm not going to start with you tonight Rogue, now if you'll excuze me, I'm going to bed," said Kurt before he morphed away.

Rogue threw both hands on the steering wheel and let out and aggravated moan. She had just completely lied to her brother; of course she had known what theatre to go too, it was the only one Kurt would go because it had cheesy popcorn.

But even now her head was still spinning. Rogue could remember getting to the garage, getting into her jeep, and taking off at a hundred miles per hour down the intersection, thinking only of how Remy's hands had felt good and warm pressing against her hips. But after that it was just an hour of driving nowhere, letting her anger and excitement vent.

Now her mind could rest on the other matter, Remy was back, and back for good. Rogue didn't know what to think. She would never admit it to anyone, but after he had left her with the X-men at Blue Moon Bayou she had wept every night for a week thinking she would never see him again. She had tried very hard everyday to convince herself she hated him, telling herself that he had used her, but it was no use, whenever Rogue thought about those red ruby eyes it felt like someone was tugging at her heart strings.

No more of that, Rogue thought, if he's going to be living her you can't let him think it's alright to be flirting and groping you, but a little voice she was trying to suppress far in her mind was shouting, or can you!

With that Rogue parked the jeep in the garage and took the back entrance.

Though the lights were off and the kitchen was empty the whole Institution was once again as loud as a zoo. Rogue rolled her eyes, so much for a quite evening, she thought.

She walked to the fridge and took out a can of Coke. She hesitated a moment, remembering Logan's secret alcohol stash that only the two of them knew about and that he was always willing to share with just her. She set down the Coke and fiddled around with the back of the fridge till she felt the secret compartment and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Not exactly her favorite, but it would work for now.

Rogue shut the fridge and went to the cabinet and pulled out a shot glass, but just as she was setting the glass on the counter her finger caressed something smooth, slick, and warm, sure enough when Rogue turned there were two red eyes peering at her through the darkness.

"Swamp rat!" Rogue snarled, "What the hell are ya doing?!"

"Jus watchin' you cherie, the Professor know bout your lil' late night drinkin?" he asked smirking at her once again.

"No one knows, an they ain't gonna find out!" snapped Rogue who poured the shot glass to the top with whiskey, but before she could pick it up to bring to her lips Remy snatched it and gulped it down.

"Hey! Ah' needed that!" exclaimed Rogue very angry.

"Oh no, cherie, I did," said Remy, putting the shot glass down. "I been dealin wit all these wild filles all evenin'."

"Well ah'm sure it wasn't too awful for ya swamp rat," Rogue said pouring the shot glass to the top once again, enjoying the warm and burning sensation it caused down her throat as she drank the glass dry.

"Oui cherie, it was. Wit out Rogue life's jus a dull party," smirked Remy. "Why don we take dis upstairs an see who fall under the table first?"

Rogue frowned, knowing this was the point where she should say something cruel and put the bottle back in the fridge. But just as she was just about to speak she could hear Bobby shout, "Hey everyone let's stay up all night! We can build forts of pillows and have a battle!" This was followed by loud shouts of cheers and Rogue cringed.

"Why not Cajun, not like ah'll get any sleep," Rogue said. "But how we gonna get this," holding up the bottle of whiskey, "past the kiddies."

"Don worry bout that cherie," said Remy taking the bottle and stashing it beneath his brown coat, "you wit a master thi'f member?"

Rogue blew a piece of hair from her face, "How could ah' forget," she said, and with that both made their way to Remy's room, completely unnoticed.

A few hours later and with five shots in her, Rogue looked across the littler table at the Cajun that sat before. He had taken off his coat and was wearing a plain black shirt that held tightly to his muscle and a pair of old faded jeans, he still had the leather riding gloves on, but they couldn't hide his strong hands. Rogue couldn't help but stare, he just looked to damn hot.

They had been talking for hours about casual stuff movies, music, the little things of life, but Rogue was tired of beating around the bush and wanted to ask the hard question.

"So," said Rogue, shaking off her blurred vision, "why ya really come here swamp rat?"

"To see you cherie," he replied. "You left quite an impressin' on this Cajun an he couldn't sleep till he saw dos lovely eyes again."

"Bullshit," snapped Rogue, taking one more shot. "Tell me why ya really here!"

"Dats da truth, only moi left out da part where Jean Luc…" began Rmey before his voice became extremely harsh, "where Jean Luc wanted dis old Cajun to murder someone."

Rogue fell back to her seat, almost sorry she had asked, "That's awful, sorry to pry Remy."

"Non, it's fine cherie," Remy said before he smirked again, "you can pry into dis Cajun anywhere you wan to."

"You're disgusting," snarled Rogue who tried to stand but fell straight to the floor.

Remy, jumped up and went to her, "Ya o.k cherie," he asked, putting both gloved hands to her shoulders.

Rogue shrugged him off, "Don't try to act like a knight in shining armor swampy, ah'm fine!" she snarled, though the floor was beginning to spin. "But ya could walk a lady to her bedroom."

"More like carry," said Remy, who before she could protest, swept her into both his arms being careful not to touch her skin.

Rogue couldn't protest, if she did she's have the Cajun stuck in her head, so she just buried her head into his chest and dosed off.

When they reached Rogue's bedroom Remy opened the door quietly, happy to see Rogue's room mate already asleep.

He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin; then he sat back and took a moment to observe her. The moonlight was pouring into the room making her ivory skin seem to sparkle and her bare neck was exposed and Remy used all his might not to touch it.

"What ya starring at swampy?" asked Rogue whose sparkling emerald began to slightly open.

"Nothin' cherie," Remy smirked.

"No ya thinkin' somethin' and ya better tell me now!" She half snarled half yawned.

Remy raised himself from the bed, "Well if you must know cherie, Remy was lookin' ya an wonderin' how you gonna be up for our trainin' session in an hour."

Rogue snapped up and turned to her alarm clock, sure enough 4:00 in big red numbers was blinking at her.

"Swamp rat," Rogue yelled as she turned back around only to see the Cajun was gone and the door was closed.

"Ughhhhhhhhhh!" Rogue moaned rather loudly. "Ah'm goin to die tomorrow!" she said before throwing her face into her pillow and slipping off into sleep.