DUH DUH DAA! Yeah, it's finally Saturday, but it's not time for the movies yet. This chapter had been such a blast to write! O.k., I know many of you are anxious to know what the hell crawled up Kitty's ass and even though I won't say yet I just want you to know it'll come up next chapter! Till then read, enjoy, review!

Chapter 9

Rogue had been rendered unconscious and it took a good twenty minutes before Miss Steele was able to wake her.

It was Saturday afternoon and the sun was shinning brightly through the windows into the bed room. This had been their meeting spot all week and before this things had been incredibly easy. Miss Steele had lead her to the dark pool of her mind and before today they had taken it easy, just barely touching the surface, but today Miss Steele told her to jump in. Rogue couldn't exactly remember what it was like, but she was shaking with fear, it was a cold and awful place. Rogue had barely treaded the water when she felt herself being shaken violently. Apparently she had quit breathing to the point where she passed out. The physical pain wasn't severe but Rogue did feel terribly dizzy.

Miss Steele and Ms. Wonder lead Rogue to the bed where she wrapped herself tightly between the sheets and waited for to dizzy spell to pass.

"Remarkable," exclaimed Miss Steele who was sitting on the edge of the bed running her finger through the younger girl's hair. "When I said jump I didn't think she would try, let alone actually do it."

"So," said Ms. Wonder nonchalantly not really paying attention.

"It took me nearly five months before I could even do that!" snapped Miss Steele at Ms. Wonder's lack of interest.

"Well it's obvious she's out of it for awhile," said Ms. Wonder, "I'm going to get a drink."

Miss Steele let the women leave then turned her attention back to Rogue. She's strong, thought Miss Steele; something's compelling her to do this. Then taking over the job Ms. Wonder was suppose to be doing Miss Steel took Rogue's ungloved hand into her own. Several minutes went by, nearly ten before she felt that little tingle of Rogue's power, she pulled away stunned. She didn't know whether something incredibly amazing was happening or something terribly wrong.

She tried to think when she heard a noise at the door; it was Rogue's Cajun boyfriend. He was always looming around making sure she was alright. Miss Steele smiled; she wished she had dated someone that hot when she was young.

"Come here," she said to Remy standing from the bed. When he took the spot Miss Steele had occupied Rogue looked at him and smiled kind of, still feelings as if she had just got off the tilt a whirl for the hundredth time.

"Would you like to hold her hand?" asked Miss Steele smiling at the Cajun's half opened jaw.

"How long?" he said barely above a whisper.

"A good ten minutes, it's incredible."

"She's incredible," said Remy gently taking her own hand in his and kissing her knuckles lightly. A tear slipped down Miss Steele's cheek as she silently slipped out of the room.

Remy sat there caressing her hand as things slowly came into focus for Rogue, but that didn't matter, even when things were spinning wildly his two red eyes were the only thing that stood still.

"What are ya doing swamp rat?" Rogue whispered. "Don't tell meh ya thought that just cause ah could touch ah wanted your swamp hands all over meh." A small sly smirk made its way across her lip.

"Cherie, you couldn resist dis old Cajun if you tried," he said kissing her palm lightly.

"Ah beg to differ," she said, but not pulling her hand away. It was her first skin to skin contact since she was nine where something wasn't going wrong. Remy wasn't on the floor, she didn't have his memories, it was just skin to skin contact, and it felt amazing.

"Hey swampy, would ya mind getting meh some Advil, ah got a serious headache. It's in my drawer," she said letting go of Remy's hand and throwing the blankets over her head to block out the sun.

Remy reluctantly let go of her hand and turned his attention to her drawer. Sure enough there was a bottle of Advil, right next to a somewhat crinkled and dirty queen of hearts. Remy, forgetting the Advil took the card between his fingers and said, "Rogue, you actually saved this?"

With a grunt Rogue pulled the sheet far enough so she could get a glimpse of what he was holding, she shrieked and throw the blanket over her head once again. "Oh gaw'd," she cried, feeling herself turn completely red. But she felt the blankets she was clinging to being tugged at and it was a lost hope, she was forced to look the Cajun, who was smirking his ass off, right in the face.

"You did miss me cherie!" he said.

Rogue only turned another shade of red, which seemed impossible. "Oh gaw'd Remy, I never meant for you to find it! Oh gaw'd oh gaw'd I'm so embaressed!" Rogue cried throwing her head into a pillow. That was a useless fight also as she felt it slip from her hands.

"Remy I…" she began before she was cut off as Remy's lips crashed into hers with a hungry and passionate, yet somehow still gentle, kiss. Rogue froze momentarily her brain trying to think before her body, but it was useless, she leaned into his kiss with just as much passion and hunger. It continued to deepen before she felt Remy's tongue lick her bottom lip, seeking entrance, she was happy to oblige him.

The card feel to the floor as Remy's hands became bolder and the kiss deepened. His lips brought a form of ecstasy Rogue had never felt before and the longer he sat there kissing her the more intense the pain between her legs became. She leaned back against the head board and pulled him closer to her. His hands, which had found there way to under her shirt, began to move up her sides. Rogue had to release his mouth as a small moan reached her lips just as his hands caressed the skin beneath her breasts, but Remy claimed her lips again and his hands continued upward. Then he felt it, the little tingle on his skin, it was a warning sign that he had better stop.

When he pulled away he observed Rogue, who was sitting there breathing hard, her mouth open, lips puffed, hair tussled, and cheeks flushed. He had seen many other girls with the same look after he had kissed them, but Rogue was the only one he had ever looked at and found absolutely divine in such a state. He knew quite awhile ago she wasn't just another notch on his belt, but he hadn't expected the tugging sensation he was feeling around his heart.

Rogue swallowed hard, trying to avoid Remy's eyes. I was terrible, she thought, I wasn't ready and I was terrible, he was amazing, no marvelous, and I was just awful!

Finally Remy smirked but was very serious when he spoke, "You know cherie, you're the only one dats ever made me feel like dis."

Rogue still couldn't look at him; her throat has gone completely dry. "Like what?" she managed to whisper, practically petrified. Like you have to run away, she thought, or like I make you sick to your very core.

"Like dere's only one purpose in dis life, and dat is to take care of moi cherie." Said Remy lightly touching her chin and tilting it so she couldn't avoid his gaze, "Like you're the only girl in dis world for me, like I'm happier dan I've ever been, like I'm in love." There, he said it.

Rogue felt tears sting her eyes as they fell down her cheek. She tried hard to hold back a sob she felt in her throat.

Remy's smirk faded when he saw tears slide down her cheeks, "But you don't feel the same?" he asked, sorrow in his voice.

"No!" exclaimed Rogue who wrapped her arms around his neck. Until she felt his arms around her and she finally let herself begin to sob. "It's just," she said finally, "Ah've always been the Rogue," she took in a deep shaky breath. "The girl who has to cover herself up, has to put up all these barriers, because she's a threat to herself and to others. Before now ah use to think ah was cursed, but oh gaw'd Remy," she said tightening her hold on him. "From the first moment ah saw you ah didn't realize how badly ah wanted to be able to touch. An meeting you just made me feel more cursed. Like it was a cruel joke life was playin on me. But when ya took me to New Orleans an gave me the card I hoped for the first time in my life that ya felt the same way ah did." Rogue couldn't continue anymore, she could just sit there and let the tears flow. Remy just held her, his head buried in her hair still unable to believe that all this was really happening. If someone had asked him back in New Orleans if he believed that someday he'd be holding Rogue in his arms, confessing his love, he probably would've just laughed.

Finally Rogue pulled away from him, it was no longer early afternoon, but around 3:00. "We should both be getting ready," Rogue said with a small happy smile.

"Ready for what?" asked Remy, immediately remembering Logan's threats rolling his eyes. "Oh, right, a fun evenin' wit lil Kitty and her pals, don know how I'll make it through a Reese Witherspoon movie without shooting myself."

"Ah won't let you," said Rogue, "cause I'm coming too."

Remy had a hopeful look in his eye before it turned to concern, "Sure your up for it?"

"Definatly," Rogue stated. "My headache is long gone an ah'm going to let pretty Kitty lay one finger on my man! Now mah only question us how deh hell are we going to occupy ourselves for two whole hours in a movie theater?"

Remy smirked, "Oh don' worry bout dat cherie, Remy know many things we can do."