Hey all!
Seven-Lots of stuff to reply to. I surprised myself with that update. And now I've got updating fever. I hope I don't get over it soon. I blame Ish's fic. It's just got the romy kick I need to make me feel like typing. I'm glad I've made you laugh so violently. It warms the cockles of my black little heart. You've been corrupted by fanfiction? I feel so proud to be a part of that. *evil grin* And since you want them to have sex, and have the means in your own story. . . But if you're not that corrupt yet, just hang on for a few chapters, beb. Maybe I've got a few surprises for you guys. Girls. Who am I kidding? You like my practicality? Cool. I have noticed that a lot of people do just over angst and make her look like a old woman in a younger body. And Remy's just this paitent saint, who blows up every now and then. Even in comic fics, the only time Remy is forced to do anything about being shot down late in the game by Rogue (that was tasteful) He winds up having sex with Logan or Ororo. And Rogue has only eased her own tension once as far as I can recon, and trust me, I've looked. I like how you'ev eliminated the problem of touch altogether. Very crafty. And on to the next review.
Remy's got so much potential for all kinds of jokes and jabs. I figured he'd like a motorcycle just fine, but what would really be useful for all of his hobbies? I mean, stick a mattress in the back, and Remy wouldn't have to go back to the institute ever. And John's quip. I love John. When he's not around, I have to find others to chanel my dirty humor through. This reply may be longer than my chapter. *sheepish grin* Oops.
Chaos-Kitty is pretty indecisive. I mean, she's this good little girl, so of ocurse she get seduced by the dark freedom and rudeness of Lance. but she's also logically attracted to Scott, as she seems to be a daddy's girl, and Scott's like a new and more understanding father figure. And then there was Logan. I think they would be great togehter. Kitty gets the best of Scott and Lance, a father figure who's anti-social and rude. Jamie's actually the one best equiped to handle the sexuality. He's a got a good grasp of sexual practices, and hasn't been sufficently acclimated to the outside world to know there's a whole long list of rules about sex. Bobby knows what's correct and what's excessive. Therefore, he's worse equiped to deal with the sex, though I'm sure he'll pull through fast enough with his sense of humor. Magneto _is_ looseing lackeys pretty quickly. But he's not exactly the most charismatic of men, yano? Kitty has a skewed sense of reality. Beside, she hasn't seen everything I've showed you guys. She still thinks he's innocent. Rogue would know a lot about homosexual relationships, beign raised by two lesbian lovers for part of her life. I can see that little encounter in my head. That may make a fun little ficlet. I like John with everybody, but I like Roberto with just one guy. And as for Sam. . .this acutally raises my opinion of him. I mean, when he's in the closet he's annoying, but out of it. . .there's some fun stuff we can do with that.
btch-glad you think so.
PyschoRomyChica-Much easier to read. I'm not sure when Sammy's going to see the light. It may not come for a while, or it could be sooner than I think. For this one aspect I'm letting it work itself out. Much more fun to do it that way. Pyro and Roberto just didn't hit that great couple button in my heart, it's just kinda. . .wrong. There is Romy in this, a little. Trust me, the fic has a hella lotta Romy in it. Your psychoanalist obviously is not a writer. Trust me, I want to get you addicted. *looks like a crack dealer* This is pure Romy strangeness. Not laced, good stuff. ANd I've been updating like a demon lately. Which is fun for everyone. Pyro on sugar's chasing me! He must be after my zippo!
My responses are kinda on the long side today. I'll have to give you extra chapter to make up for it.
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Rogue was sitting on the steps when Remy walked past, pulling her boots on, her keycahin (Troubled childhood in progress) gripped in her teeth, forcing her face into a sort of snarl.
"Dat's a lovely expression, chere." Remy joked, before grabbing Rogue's keys out of her mouth so she could talk.
"Thanks. Ah had Kitty phase me outta our room first, so that if Jean decides ta talk about what she heard, she'll be s.o.l. an' have no idea where Ah mighta gone. Where you goin'?"
"Pick up a frien'. How 'bout chu?" Remy said casually, leaing on the banister.
"Bordahs. Ah need coffee like no one's business." Rogue replied, tuggin at her bootlace. They were worn through to the inner string, so the outer shell of the string got caught in the holes sometimes. It made getting her boots on an exercise in frustration half the time.
"Not even mine?" Remy asked, pouting sexily as Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Rogue? Jean's looking for you." Jubilee announced from the top of the steps.
"Crap. Gimme mah keys back." Rogue said, hurriedly tying her boot and reaching for said bits of metal.
"Will y' come wit' me t' pick up Pete? Den we c'n all get coffee together." Remy offered, holding Rogue's keys just within her reach, and giving them a tantalizing shake.
"I want to go too!" John announced, still excited about being joined by his old comrade. He was close to hopping up and down in his childish excitement.
"He's gonna get caffeine?" Rogue asked, pointing to John, who looked quizically at her, having not paid attention to a word she said. "He's hypah enough as it is."
"Well, we c'n make sure he doesn' get an expresso or somet'in' like dat. Pete can keep him in line pretty well." Remy said, as Rogue tried to snag her keys. Remy pulled them back, giving her a fiendish grin for her effort.
Rogue grabbed a handful of Remy's shirt. She pulled him as close as she dared, remembering suddenly that she was still very aroused by him. [Well, too late ta back down now.] Rogue put her mouth close to Remy's ear, before whipsering seductively, "Gimme mah keys or Ah'll pull ya eyes out an' put 'em in a jar fulla formaldehyde."
Remy laughed inwardly, before whispering back a seductively as he knew how, "Chere, as long as de las' t'in' I see is you, preferrably in somet'in' see through, I'll live."
Despite his words, Remy handed Rogue her keys back, having spotted Jean going past, still in a semi-daze. Rogue looked at them for a second, having forgotten everything but Remy's proximity and how very much she would like to just rip his clothes off right that second and kiss every inch of his body. But the keys brought her to her senses soon enough, and she grabbed them.
"We gotta go quick." Remy said, pulling away from Rogue with a bit of reluctantce. Rogue nodded and hopped off the stairs. Remy was trying to put the thought of telling John to sod off and claim the rec. room for his own use out of his mind. But he shook his head, deciding to take things one step at a time, and the first step, unfortunatly, gave him no excuse to play out his fantasies.
"Since ya were such a gentlman about mah keys, Ah'll go with ya to pick up Petah." Rogue announced, looking over er shoulder, having assumed that Jean was walking past when Remy gave up so easily. Luckily, Jean was already knocking on her door, cringing and hoping that Remy wouldn't be the one to open the door.
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John looked mournfully at everyone's new vehicles. He gave Amara's jeep a longing stare, before sighing. Rogue raised her eyebrows at John's display, while Remy shook his head.
"John, y' get like dis everytime y' come int' de garage. Why doan y' jes' take driver's ed, getcher license, 'n' beg de professor f'r a car." Remy asked, rolling his eyes at the pyromaniac's theatrics, which now included looking like he was the saddest man ever and about to cry.
"It's ya own fault ya were too busy bein' a terrorist in Australia ta get ya drivah's license anyway." She pointed out, before straddleing her bike. John hit the garage door opener button, just as Remy climbed onto his bike.
"So, who y' riding behin', Johnny-boy?" Remy asked, giving the forlorn Aussie a feindish grin. Either way John chose, it would be fun, though Remy was really hoping John would ride beind him. John had a habit of groping people, and Remy was pretty sure he would handle that better than Rogue, who would likely crash and kill herself and John just to teach him a lesson.
John looked at Remy, then at Rogue. Then back again. "Sorry, love, but it's just too much a blow to my masculinity to ride beind you." John said to Rogue, looking mock penitent and hopping on the bitch seat behind Remy.
Rogue shrugged her shoulders and started her bike.
"You two ready ta go? Ah'm sho' Colossus would appreciate it if we get goin' now."
Remy grinned and started his motorcuycle, having waited for this. He tore out of the garage while Rogue was still getting her bike started.
"Oh, ya wanna play like that? Ah'm gonna bury ya, sugah." Rogue announced, as she flew out of the garage, hot on Remy's heels.
Remy grinned at Rogue as she caught up with him. She was giving him an evil smile. [I love catchin' her off balance.] Remy thought with a grin, before taking a little used shortcut to Magneto's lair. It involved a lot of sleazy alleys, and cut travel time in half. Even if you were following the speed laws, which neither driver was.
Remy cut into an alley, riding past people's backyards (Bayville's the suburbs, and any suburban alley is beind someoe's backyard, usually sandwiched between two backyards facing each other). Rogue tried to catch up enough to get next to him, but the alley was too narrow to allow for that, so she waited for her opportunity.
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Peter was sitting on the stoop to Magneto's lair, playing with some charcoals. He looked up when he heard the sound of two motorbikes roaring up the driveway to Magneto's suburban get away.
Remy hopped off his bike, his face telling Peter that he was definitly buzzing on adrenaline. John slid off the bike and ran to the bushes, before upchucking his breakfast.
Rogue came in one second behind them. She slid off her bike, which Remy watched with amusement. It didn't help that Rogue was wearing a miniskirt that had hiked up her legs, and Remy could see almost their full length.
Peter inwardly sighed. Stil John, still Remy. He wondered if he should be happy or disturbed about that fact. Peter began to look through his backpack one last time while John finished spewing and Remy went to help Rogue with her miniskirt, which earned him a 'try again later' look from her, which he matched with a childish grin.
Peter made sure he had everything before clearing his throat loudly. Remy went over to talk to him, while John retched one last time before going to flirt with Peter.
"Thank you for coming to get me. I vould haf gone myself, but Sabretooth left a veek ago on my motorcycle." Peer said, shouldering his bag and giving a small frown to the direction Sabretooth had taken off in.
"No problem Petey. I'd like t' introduce m' girlfrien', Rogue." Remy motioned toward Rogue, who waved at Peter.
"We're all gonna get to annoy the X-men now!" John said happily, bouncing up and down in his excitemet.
"Neither of you haf changed a bit." Peter said, while shaking his head. He made for Rogue's bike. Rogue saw this and climbed on. Remy and John watched this with some amusement.
Peter shifted uneasily under Rogue's pointed stare. "I need a vehicle."
Rogue moved forward on her bike a little, motioning to the bitch seat.
"I vould like to drive," Peter elaborated, while Remy and John got settled on Remy's bike, still listening in amusement.
"No can do. Ah'm the only one insured ta drive mah bike. Bitch seat or ya walkin'." Rogue said sweetly, before Peter sighed and settled himself behind ROgue.
"Ya like coffee?" Rogue asked him, starting up her bike. Peter said that he did.
Remy pulled up next to Rogue. Rogue had to yell to be heard over their bikes. "Ah'm gonna get coffee a Bordahs! Feel free ta join us!"
Having given Remy his options, Rogue sped out of the driveway of Magneto's suburban hide out, forcing Remy to try and catch her this time.
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The stars that shine, and the stars that REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Seven-Lots of stuff to reply to. I surprised myself with that update. And now I've got updating fever. I hope I don't get over it soon. I blame Ish's fic. It's just got the romy kick I need to make me feel like typing. I'm glad I've made you laugh so violently. It warms the cockles of my black little heart. You've been corrupted by fanfiction? I feel so proud to be a part of that. *evil grin* And since you want them to have sex, and have the means in your own story. . . But if you're not that corrupt yet, just hang on for a few chapters, beb. Maybe I've got a few surprises for you guys. Girls. Who am I kidding? You like my practicality? Cool. I have noticed that a lot of people do just over angst and make her look like a old woman in a younger body. And Remy's just this paitent saint, who blows up every now and then. Even in comic fics, the only time Remy is forced to do anything about being shot down late in the game by Rogue (that was tasteful) He winds up having sex with Logan or Ororo. And Rogue has only eased her own tension once as far as I can recon, and trust me, I've looked. I like how you'ev eliminated the problem of touch altogether. Very crafty. And on to the next review.
Remy's got so much potential for all kinds of jokes and jabs. I figured he'd like a motorcycle just fine, but what would really be useful for all of his hobbies? I mean, stick a mattress in the back, and Remy wouldn't have to go back to the institute ever. And John's quip. I love John. When he's not around, I have to find others to chanel my dirty humor through. This reply may be longer than my chapter. *sheepish grin* Oops.
Chaos-Kitty is pretty indecisive. I mean, she's this good little girl, so of ocurse she get seduced by the dark freedom and rudeness of Lance. but she's also logically attracted to Scott, as she seems to be a daddy's girl, and Scott's like a new and more understanding father figure. And then there was Logan. I think they would be great togehter. Kitty gets the best of Scott and Lance, a father figure who's anti-social and rude. Jamie's actually the one best equiped to handle the sexuality. He's a got a good grasp of sexual practices, and hasn't been sufficently acclimated to the outside world to know there's a whole long list of rules about sex. Bobby knows what's correct and what's excessive. Therefore, he's worse equiped to deal with the sex, though I'm sure he'll pull through fast enough with his sense of humor. Magneto _is_ looseing lackeys pretty quickly. But he's not exactly the most charismatic of men, yano? Kitty has a skewed sense of reality. Beside, she hasn't seen everything I've showed you guys. She still thinks he's innocent. Rogue would know a lot about homosexual relationships, beign raised by two lesbian lovers for part of her life. I can see that little encounter in my head. That may make a fun little ficlet. I like John with everybody, but I like Roberto with just one guy. And as for Sam. . .this acutally raises my opinion of him. I mean, when he's in the closet he's annoying, but out of it. . .there's some fun stuff we can do with that.
btch-glad you think so.
PyschoRomyChica-Much easier to read. I'm not sure when Sammy's going to see the light. It may not come for a while, or it could be sooner than I think. For this one aspect I'm letting it work itself out. Much more fun to do it that way. Pyro and Roberto just didn't hit that great couple button in my heart, it's just kinda. . .wrong. There is Romy in this, a little. Trust me, the fic has a hella lotta Romy in it. Your psychoanalist obviously is not a writer. Trust me, I want to get you addicted. *looks like a crack dealer* This is pure Romy strangeness. Not laced, good stuff. ANd I've been updating like a demon lately. Which is fun for everyone. Pyro on sugar's chasing me! He must be after my zippo!
My responses are kinda on the long side today. I'll have to give you extra chapter to make up for it.
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Rogue was sitting on the steps when Remy walked past, pulling her boots on, her keycahin (Troubled childhood in progress) gripped in her teeth, forcing her face into a sort of snarl.
"Dat's a lovely expression, chere." Remy joked, before grabbing Rogue's keys out of her mouth so she could talk.
"Thanks. Ah had Kitty phase me outta our room first, so that if Jean decides ta talk about what she heard, she'll be s.o.l. an' have no idea where Ah mighta gone. Where you goin'?"
"Pick up a frien'. How 'bout chu?" Remy said casually, leaing on the banister.
"Bordahs. Ah need coffee like no one's business." Rogue replied, tuggin at her bootlace. They were worn through to the inner string, so the outer shell of the string got caught in the holes sometimes. It made getting her boots on an exercise in frustration half the time.
"Not even mine?" Remy asked, pouting sexily as Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Rogue? Jean's looking for you." Jubilee announced from the top of the steps.
"Crap. Gimme mah keys back." Rogue said, hurriedly tying her boot and reaching for said bits of metal.
"Will y' come wit' me t' pick up Pete? Den we c'n all get coffee together." Remy offered, holding Rogue's keys just within her reach, and giving them a tantalizing shake.
"I want to go too!" John announced, still excited about being joined by his old comrade. He was close to hopping up and down in his childish excitement.
"He's gonna get caffeine?" Rogue asked, pointing to John, who looked quizically at her, having not paid attention to a word she said. "He's hypah enough as it is."
"Well, we c'n make sure he doesn' get an expresso or somet'in' like dat. Pete can keep him in line pretty well." Remy said, as Rogue tried to snag her keys. Remy pulled them back, giving her a fiendish grin for her effort.
Rogue grabbed a handful of Remy's shirt. She pulled him as close as she dared, remembering suddenly that she was still very aroused by him. [Well, too late ta back down now.] Rogue put her mouth close to Remy's ear, before whipsering seductively, "Gimme mah keys or Ah'll pull ya eyes out an' put 'em in a jar fulla formaldehyde."
Remy laughed inwardly, before whispering back a seductively as he knew how, "Chere, as long as de las' t'in' I see is you, preferrably in somet'in' see through, I'll live."
Despite his words, Remy handed Rogue her keys back, having spotted Jean going past, still in a semi-daze. Rogue looked at them for a second, having forgotten everything but Remy's proximity and how very much she would like to just rip his clothes off right that second and kiss every inch of his body. But the keys brought her to her senses soon enough, and she grabbed them.
"We gotta go quick." Remy said, pulling away from Rogue with a bit of reluctantce. Rogue nodded and hopped off the stairs. Remy was trying to put the thought of telling John to sod off and claim the rec. room for his own use out of his mind. But he shook his head, deciding to take things one step at a time, and the first step, unfortunatly, gave him no excuse to play out his fantasies.
"Since ya were such a gentlman about mah keys, Ah'll go with ya to pick up Petah." Rogue announced, looking over er shoulder, having assumed that Jean was walking past when Remy gave up so easily. Luckily, Jean was already knocking on her door, cringing and hoping that Remy wouldn't be the one to open the door.
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John looked mournfully at everyone's new vehicles. He gave Amara's jeep a longing stare, before sighing. Rogue raised her eyebrows at John's display, while Remy shook his head.
"John, y' get like dis everytime y' come int' de garage. Why doan y' jes' take driver's ed, getcher license, 'n' beg de professor f'r a car." Remy asked, rolling his eyes at the pyromaniac's theatrics, which now included looking like he was the saddest man ever and about to cry.
"It's ya own fault ya were too busy bein' a terrorist in Australia ta get ya drivah's license anyway." She pointed out, before straddleing her bike. John hit the garage door opener button, just as Remy climbed onto his bike.
"So, who y' riding behin', Johnny-boy?" Remy asked, giving the forlorn Aussie a feindish grin. Either way John chose, it would be fun, though Remy was really hoping John would ride beind him. John had a habit of groping people, and Remy was pretty sure he would handle that better than Rogue, who would likely crash and kill herself and John just to teach him a lesson.
John looked at Remy, then at Rogue. Then back again. "Sorry, love, but it's just too much a blow to my masculinity to ride beind you." John said to Rogue, looking mock penitent and hopping on the bitch seat behind Remy.
Rogue shrugged her shoulders and started her bike.
"You two ready ta go? Ah'm sho' Colossus would appreciate it if we get goin' now."
Remy grinned and started his motorcuycle, having waited for this. He tore out of the garage while Rogue was still getting her bike started.
"Oh, ya wanna play like that? Ah'm gonna bury ya, sugah." Rogue announced, as she flew out of the garage, hot on Remy's heels.
Remy grinned at Rogue as she caught up with him. She was giving him an evil smile. [I love catchin' her off balance.] Remy thought with a grin, before taking a little used shortcut to Magneto's lair. It involved a lot of sleazy alleys, and cut travel time in half. Even if you were following the speed laws, which neither driver was.
Remy cut into an alley, riding past people's backyards (Bayville's the suburbs, and any suburban alley is beind someoe's backyard, usually sandwiched between two backyards facing each other). Rogue tried to catch up enough to get next to him, but the alley was too narrow to allow for that, so she waited for her opportunity.
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Peter was sitting on the stoop to Magneto's lair, playing with some charcoals. He looked up when he heard the sound of two motorbikes roaring up the driveway to Magneto's suburban get away.
Remy hopped off his bike, his face telling Peter that he was definitly buzzing on adrenaline. John slid off the bike and ran to the bushes, before upchucking his breakfast.
Rogue came in one second behind them. She slid off her bike, which Remy watched with amusement. It didn't help that Rogue was wearing a miniskirt that had hiked up her legs, and Remy could see almost their full length.
Peter inwardly sighed. Stil John, still Remy. He wondered if he should be happy or disturbed about that fact. Peter began to look through his backpack one last time while John finished spewing and Remy went to help Rogue with her miniskirt, which earned him a 'try again later' look from her, which he matched with a childish grin.
Peter made sure he had everything before clearing his throat loudly. Remy went over to talk to him, while John retched one last time before going to flirt with Peter.
"Thank you for coming to get me. I vould haf gone myself, but Sabretooth left a veek ago on my motorcycle." Peer said, shouldering his bag and giving a small frown to the direction Sabretooth had taken off in.
"No problem Petey. I'd like t' introduce m' girlfrien', Rogue." Remy motioned toward Rogue, who waved at Peter.
"We're all gonna get to annoy the X-men now!" John said happily, bouncing up and down in his excitemet.
"Neither of you haf changed a bit." Peter said, while shaking his head. He made for Rogue's bike. Rogue saw this and climbed on. Remy and John watched this with some amusement.
Peter shifted uneasily under Rogue's pointed stare. "I need a vehicle."
Rogue moved forward on her bike a little, motioning to the bitch seat.
"I vould like to drive," Peter elaborated, while Remy and John got settled on Remy's bike, still listening in amusement.
"No can do. Ah'm the only one insured ta drive mah bike. Bitch seat or ya walkin'." Rogue said sweetly, before Peter sighed and settled himself behind ROgue.
"Ya like coffee?" Rogue asked him, starting up her bike. Peter said that he did.
Remy pulled up next to Rogue. Rogue had to yell to be heard over their bikes. "Ah'm gonna get coffee a Bordahs! Feel free ta join us!"
Having given Remy his options, Rogue sped out of the driveway of Magneto's suburban hide out, forcing Remy to try and catch her this time.
***
The stars that shine, and the stars that REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith