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Seven-You like my Colossus? *Evil grin* Well, it's not a Colossus, but if I took the pills in half my e-mails it would be. I'm 'wtf'? *Starry eyes* Really? You think so? That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me today! Thanks! Between me and Ish? If we taped that we could make a killing on the lesbian porn circuit. Sorry, been thinking like a guy all day. Hard to think with an organ I don't have, but now I"m stuck in that mode. I was at my friend's house earlier, and we were comparing tarot cards. When I saw hers, the first thing out of my mouth was, "mine are bigger," with a devilish smirk. You're neglecting your story? NO! This can't happen. I'll stop updating if you don't. *sigh* If they have sex now, it would defnitly add to the angst. I know! Let me do your fic, and you can do mine. That way the sous gets you obnoxious amount of reviews, and you don't have to deal with so much angst. You haven't read Logan and Remy? Girl, I've read Logan and Remy bondage. You're not missing anything. And yeah, Remy with anyone else just doesn't work out. I only wrote my one scouge fic because the idea wouldn't leave me alone. But Remy and Rogue deserve each other. You're sorry for your long winded review? Dude, I want appoligies from the one liner reviews, not people who give me substance.
melissarxy1-I've never read anything with Pete in it. And I have one bad boy in a trenchcoat, what would I do with two?
Ish-Yeah, I've been a little crack bunny. Of course, you're assuming that life isn't itself a halucination itself. Maybe you were hallucinating that you were hallucinating, inside the big hallucination that is life. Less sex? Less romping? My GOD! How could this have happened? You're right! I must fix it! I'm gonna have to pull out the heavy artilery. *deadpan* Juliano, get the lesbian. *grin* Your boots do the same thing? Mine being arseholes right now. You had mental lingerie flashes? That's interretsing. I pictured the spankies (I like that word, it's so fun) aisle of Hot Topic. Panties is a girly word. Spankies is a fun word. Knickers if fun too. I think that I'm showing my true crack bunny potential now.
Chaos-I'm on a roll? Am I butter? Or maybe garlic and it's a garlic roll. Mmmmm. Kitty could star ina Clueless parody! Oooh! *jots idead down* You didn't write downa comment because you're afraid of my response? Aww. I feel so loved! It's impossible to keep boots constantly tied adn take them on and off. I've tried. You could sell anything for exorbitent amounts of money. But Remy's eyes would sell exceptionally well. Backyard against backyard? That would piss me off. I'd definitly go even more nuts than I am now. I'm be like Panther the homocidal necrophiliac. No sidewalks either? How does your friend live? Coffee flavored ice cream is gooooooood. Mmmmmmmm.
PsychRomyChica- I lied to my psychoanalist. They thought I was totally messed up. *grin* and hey, I'd be happy to get you addicted. One more minion for the ranks MWAhahahahahaha! Who wouldn't want to rip all of Remy's clothes off and kiss every inch of his body? I know it's on _my_ things to do before I die list. too bad he's fictional. *depressed sigh* Marvel's got a restraingin order on you? Then you'd probably like to join the ranks of the RABID. We're a fan girl organization bent on Marvel Domination. We make sure mistakes like th Gambit's antartica trial and the Dardevil movie never happen again. Glad you lurve my chapter. ANd I consider this to be very soon. Hope you enjoy!
msqre-I gave you crapms? Wow. Maybe you should take Midol before reading anymore of my fics. *grin* glad to hear they're the good kind though. Everyone is crazy. But thena gain, I'm crazy, how could I wriute them as sane? Glad you're likin' it. I intend to keep it up for a while.
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Borders was full of college girls celebrating their senior-soon-to-be-moving-on sorority sisters. Rogue saw the girls and instinctually grabbed Remy's hand, glaring at any girl lookingntheir way. Remy laughed and wrapped his arm around Rogue's shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "Jealouse, chere?" as he did so.
Peter and John were watching. Peter shook his head while John gagged dramatically. John then got an idea and attempted to wrap his arm around Peter's shoulder. Peter shoved his arm off and hit him upside the head. John pouted and stuck his tongue out at Peter.
Rogue and Remy stopped at table a pretty good distance from the college girls, toward the corner. John and Peter sat down next to Remy, which made Rogue laugh.
"Looks like they've got yo' numbah sugah." She said. Remy let out a long suffering sigh.
"And you told me and Roberto to get a room." John said, shaking his head.
Remy felt the need to rebutt that statement. "Act'ly, Kitty tol' y' t' get a room. I called Peter t' pull you two apart."
Peter sighed. "Just like old times." Rogue decided to put her two cents in.
"They only make out when it'll annoy someone. If ya just hang arournd the kinda people who get disturbed by gay sex, you'll be okay."
"That vas not very comforting." Peter said sadly.
"Sorry. It sounded bettah in mah head, Ah swear." Rogue said, before noticing a girl was approaching the table, looking at the three boys crammed into one side of the table with curiosity. Which increased when she saw Rogue had an entire side to herself.
"Umm, hey." The girl was interupted by a waitress arriving to take their drink orders. After they had all ordered, the girl tried again.
"You're the girl that's always in here reading the Edgar Allen Poe colection and Taltos, aren't you?" The girl asked, as if she could not believe that Rogue had three very good looking men at the table across from her if that was her taste in books.
"Yeah." Rogue said, her voice not as annoyed as any of the men would have expected it to be. But only Remy made a note of it.
John was looking the girl over. Black sweater, black pants, black hair, dyed, an undernourished sleep deprived appearance. . .your classic tortured artist. The look was getting more and more popular.
"Yo' the one that's always recitin' Ginsburg poems to ya self aren'cha?" Rogue asked, just to make sre she kne wwhich girl this was. The tormented poet nodded.
"I just came to congratulate you on having three. . .incredibly good looking men. You're a lucky girl." The girl said, before going back to a table full of girls in black, a few with the bedeveled by creatity look, but one definitly going for the tormentor of artists look. She had an evil grin and a lot of black leather strpas coming out of her clothing.
Rogue shook her head and laughed a little. Peter wasn't quite sure what had just happened. So he said so. After all, it couldn't be that bad.
"Well, dat was a woman askin' if de creepy got' girl actually has three men, and if so, c'n one of dem come up t' her dorm room t' hear her latest poem 'n' den have sex wit' her, only a lot more polite." Peter mad a mental note to not ask for anymore explanantions.
Rogue shook her head. "She's not after you guys. She always talks to me because she wants _me_ to listen to her latest poem an' have sex with her. Ta use ya own words." Rogue said, before taking her drink from the waitress who'd just arrived.
Rogue watched the men carefully. [Wait fo' it. . .there it is. The lesbian fantasy face. Men are so easy. Ah can kinda see why she's a lesbian now.]
She cleared her throat pointedly. Remy and Peter snapped out of their day dreams, Peter with an embarrassed look, Remy with a sly grin. John just kept on day dreaming. Rogue shook her head.
"Get ovah it, John. Ah wouldn't have sex with her if Ah was gay. She's too stuck in the past. Ginsburg was populah a really long time ago. An' she also has no idea how cool Armand is. Obviously clueless." Rogue finished, giving her coffee a decisive slurp, like that solved the matter altogether. John decided to mock her, since she'd interrupted a perfectly good lesbian sex day dream.
"Obviously." John said, mocking her tone and making a stab at her accent. Rogue kicked him under the table. John dropped his coffee and yelped. Rogue gave him a 'you are _such_ and idiot look.'
Remy and Peter started laughing, making the college girls look over. Their faces immediatly said, 'oh God, those men are sooooooo sexy!' Remy waved at them, before Rogue kicked him under the table. Not as hard as she'd kicked John, but still kinda hard. Remy gave her a charming smile.
"Jes' givin' 'em somet'in' t' look at." Remy said in his defence. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Ya such a ham." Rogue said, rolling her eyes.
Remy grinned feindishly. "Y' know a pig's orgasm lasts half an hour?" John started laughing evilly at that. Peter pulled out his english-russian dictionary to look up 'orgasm'. The english teacher hadn't taught them that word.
The college girls looked over when John satrted laughing, giving him the, 'Oh God that guy's crazy' look.
Rogue rolled her eyes again. "Ah don't wanna know how you found that out."
"Internet." Remy answered immediatly.
"Ya were lookin' up porn with pigs? Ah think maybe ya should be hittin' on doctah McCoy if ya inta beastiality." Rogue said, prewtending to be shocked.
Remy laughed. John had never stopped laughing from earlier, but this sent him into even more histerical laughter. Peter added beastiality to his 'words to look up' list.
When everyone had calmed down, and a few more remarks about the length of various animals' orgams had been discussed in full they realized they were out of coffee.
"We should probably get back anyway." Rogue said, looking at her watch. The guys looked at their watches too. "We have been gone a while. Think Jean's still goan' try t' talk t' y'?" Remy asked, before looking for money to pay his part of the bill.
Rogue set three bills on the table with a shrug. "Ah dunno. Kitty probably talked her outta it or somethin'. Gotta love havin' a room mate."
They paid for their coffee and left a good tip for the waitress. The waitress tucked it inside her maid's apron, smiling. [I always get good tips from them.]
Outside things were getting vicious. Peter was on Remy's bike, refusing to move. John hopped on behind Peter. Remy and Peter were fighting over Remy's bike.
"'S my bike. Get off." Remy said, giving Peter and evil look. Peter pushed Remy away.
"No. I am not riding behind your girlfriend again. It looks bad." Peter said matter-of-factly. He wasn't going to get up for anything or anyone.
Rogue was already getting on her bike. Remy looked at her and sighed. [Dere's only one way dis'll end. Why's Peter got t' be so damn stubborn.] "GET OFF MY DAMN BIKE!"
Peter scowled at Remy and held his hand out for the keys. "I can hot vire this bike, but I think you vould preffer givink me the keys." Remy glared at Peter. Peter stared at Remy. Remy grumbled and dug his keys out of his pocket, muttering about stubborn people. Rogue laughed and moved up on her bike.
Remy hopped on gracefully behind her. She'd ridden behind him, so he supposed it was his turn. [Beside,] He thought to himself as Rogue pulled out of the Borders parking lot, Peter following. [John's alread proven y' c'n feel someone up on a bike wit'out making' dem crash.]
Remy hands were wrapped around Rogue's waist. He slowly began moving them up. Rogue cursed in her head, and instinctualy sped up, before realizing that, obviously, Remy was still behind her. [Ooooh, ya bettah hope ya don't make me crash.] Rogue thought, and began concetrating really hard on hte road in front of her.
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Well, I hope that was both sexy and rompy. And pretty quick, considering it took less than a week. I'm still proud of myself.
Where good girls go to REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Seven-You like my Colossus? *Evil grin* Well, it's not a Colossus, but if I took the pills in half my e-mails it would be. I'm 'wtf'? *Starry eyes* Really? You think so? That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me today! Thanks! Between me and Ish? If we taped that we could make a killing on the lesbian porn circuit. Sorry, been thinking like a guy all day. Hard to think with an organ I don't have, but now I"m stuck in that mode. I was at my friend's house earlier, and we were comparing tarot cards. When I saw hers, the first thing out of my mouth was, "mine are bigger," with a devilish smirk. You're neglecting your story? NO! This can't happen. I'll stop updating if you don't. *sigh* If they have sex now, it would defnitly add to the angst. I know! Let me do your fic, and you can do mine. That way the sous gets you obnoxious amount of reviews, and you don't have to deal with so much angst. You haven't read Logan and Remy? Girl, I've read Logan and Remy bondage. You're not missing anything. And yeah, Remy with anyone else just doesn't work out. I only wrote my one scouge fic because the idea wouldn't leave me alone. But Remy and Rogue deserve each other. You're sorry for your long winded review? Dude, I want appoligies from the one liner reviews, not people who give me substance.
melissarxy1-I've never read anything with Pete in it. And I have one bad boy in a trenchcoat, what would I do with two?
Ish-Yeah, I've been a little crack bunny. Of course, you're assuming that life isn't itself a halucination itself. Maybe you were hallucinating that you were hallucinating, inside the big hallucination that is life. Less sex? Less romping? My GOD! How could this have happened? You're right! I must fix it! I'm gonna have to pull out the heavy artilery. *deadpan* Juliano, get the lesbian. *grin* Your boots do the same thing? Mine being arseholes right now. You had mental lingerie flashes? That's interretsing. I pictured the spankies (I like that word, it's so fun) aisle of Hot Topic. Panties is a girly word. Spankies is a fun word. Knickers if fun too. I think that I'm showing my true crack bunny potential now.
Chaos-I'm on a roll? Am I butter? Or maybe garlic and it's a garlic roll. Mmmmm. Kitty could star ina Clueless parody! Oooh! *jots idead down* You didn't write downa comment because you're afraid of my response? Aww. I feel so loved! It's impossible to keep boots constantly tied adn take them on and off. I've tried. You could sell anything for exorbitent amounts of money. But Remy's eyes would sell exceptionally well. Backyard against backyard? That would piss me off. I'd definitly go even more nuts than I am now. I'm be like Panther the homocidal necrophiliac. No sidewalks either? How does your friend live? Coffee flavored ice cream is gooooooood. Mmmmmmmm.
PsychRomyChica- I lied to my psychoanalist. They thought I was totally messed up. *grin* and hey, I'd be happy to get you addicted. One more minion for the ranks MWAhahahahahaha! Who wouldn't want to rip all of Remy's clothes off and kiss every inch of his body? I know it's on _my_ things to do before I die list. too bad he's fictional. *depressed sigh* Marvel's got a restraingin order on you? Then you'd probably like to join the ranks of the RABID. We're a fan girl organization bent on Marvel Domination. We make sure mistakes like th Gambit's antartica trial and the Dardevil movie never happen again. Glad you lurve my chapter. ANd I consider this to be very soon. Hope you enjoy!
msqre-I gave you crapms? Wow. Maybe you should take Midol before reading anymore of my fics. *grin* glad to hear they're the good kind though. Everyone is crazy. But thena gain, I'm crazy, how could I wriute them as sane? Glad you're likin' it. I intend to keep it up for a while.
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Borders was full of college girls celebrating their senior-soon-to-be-moving-on sorority sisters. Rogue saw the girls and instinctually grabbed Remy's hand, glaring at any girl lookingntheir way. Remy laughed and wrapped his arm around Rogue's shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "Jealouse, chere?" as he did so.
Peter and John were watching. Peter shook his head while John gagged dramatically. John then got an idea and attempted to wrap his arm around Peter's shoulder. Peter shoved his arm off and hit him upside the head. John pouted and stuck his tongue out at Peter.
Rogue and Remy stopped at table a pretty good distance from the college girls, toward the corner. John and Peter sat down next to Remy, which made Rogue laugh.
"Looks like they've got yo' numbah sugah." She said. Remy let out a long suffering sigh.
"And you told me and Roberto to get a room." John said, shaking his head.
Remy felt the need to rebutt that statement. "Act'ly, Kitty tol' y' t' get a room. I called Peter t' pull you two apart."
Peter sighed. "Just like old times." Rogue decided to put her two cents in.
"They only make out when it'll annoy someone. If ya just hang arournd the kinda people who get disturbed by gay sex, you'll be okay."
"That vas not very comforting." Peter said sadly.
"Sorry. It sounded bettah in mah head, Ah swear." Rogue said, before noticing a girl was approaching the table, looking at the three boys crammed into one side of the table with curiosity. Which increased when she saw Rogue had an entire side to herself.
"Umm, hey." The girl was interupted by a waitress arriving to take their drink orders. After they had all ordered, the girl tried again.
"You're the girl that's always in here reading the Edgar Allen Poe colection and Taltos, aren't you?" The girl asked, as if she could not believe that Rogue had three very good looking men at the table across from her if that was her taste in books.
"Yeah." Rogue said, her voice not as annoyed as any of the men would have expected it to be. But only Remy made a note of it.
John was looking the girl over. Black sweater, black pants, black hair, dyed, an undernourished sleep deprived appearance. . .your classic tortured artist. The look was getting more and more popular.
"Yo' the one that's always recitin' Ginsburg poems to ya self aren'cha?" Rogue asked, just to make sre she kne wwhich girl this was. The tormented poet nodded.
"I just came to congratulate you on having three. . .incredibly good looking men. You're a lucky girl." The girl said, before going back to a table full of girls in black, a few with the bedeveled by creatity look, but one definitly going for the tormentor of artists look. She had an evil grin and a lot of black leather strpas coming out of her clothing.
Rogue shook her head and laughed a little. Peter wasn't quite sure what had just happened. So he said so. After all, it couldn't be that bad.
"Well, dat was a woman askin' if de creepy got' girl actually has three men, and if so, c'n one of dem come up t' her dorm room t' hear her latest poem 'n' den have sex wit' her, only a lot more polite." Peter mad a mental note to not ask for anymore explanantions.
Rogue shook her head. "She's not after you guys. She always talks to me because she wants _me_ to listen to her latest poem an' have sex with her. Ta use ya own words." Rogue said, before taking her drink from the waitress who'd just arrived.
Rogue watched the men carefully. [Wait fo' it. . .there it is. The lesbian fantasy face. Men are so easy. Ah can kinda see why she's a lesbian now.]
She cleared her throat pointedly. Remy and Peter snapped out of their day dreams, Peter with an embarrassed look, Remy with a sly grin. John just kept on day dreaming. Rogue shook her head.
"Get ovah it, John. Ah wouldn't have sex with her if Ah was gay. She's too stuck in the past. Ginsburg was populah a really long time ago. An' she also has no idea how cool Armand is. Obviously clueless." Rogue finished, giving her coffee a decisive slurp, like that solved the matter altogether. John decided to mock her, since she'd interrupted a perfectly good lesbian sex day dream.
"Obviously." John said, mocking her tone and making a stab at her accent. Rogue kicked him under the table. John dropped his coffee and yelped. Rogue gave him a 'you are _such_ and idiot look.'
Remy and Peter started laughing, making the college girls look over. Their faces immediatly said, 'oh God, those men are sooooooo sexy!' Remy waved at them, before Rogue kicked him under the table. Not as hard as she'd kicked John, but still kinda hard. Remy gave her a charming smile.
"Jes' givin' 'em somet'in' t' look at." Remy said in his defence. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Ya such a ham." Rogue said, rolling her eyes.
Remy grinned feindishly. "Y' know a pig's orgasm lasts half an hour?" John started laughing evilly at that. Peter pulled out his english-russian dictionary to look up 'orgasm'. The english teacher hadn't taught them that word.
The college girls looked over when John satrted laughing, giving him the, 'Oh God that guy's crazy' look.
Rogue rolled her eyes again. "Ah don't wanna know how you found that out."
"Internet." Remy answered immediatly.
"Ya were lookin' up porn with pigs? Ah think maybe ya should be hittin' on doctah McCoy if ya inta beastiality." Rogue said, prewtending to be shocked.
Remy laughed. John had never stopped laughing from earlier, but this sent him into even more histerical laughter. Peter added beastiality to his 'words to look up' list.
When everyone had calmed down, and a few more remarks about the length of various animals' orgams had been discussed in full they realized they were out of coffee.
"We should probably get back anyway." Rogue said, looking at her watch. The guys looked at their watches too. "We have been gone a while. Think Jean's still goan' try t' talk t' y'?" Remy asked, before looking for money to pay his part of the bill.
Rogue set three bills on the table with a shrug. "Ah dunno. Kitty probably talked her outta it or somethin'. Gotta love havin' a room mate."
They paid for their coffee and left a good tip for the waitress. The waitress tucked it inside her maid's apron, smiling. [I always get good tips from them.]
Outside things were getting vicious. Peter was on Remy's bike, refusing to move. John hopped on behind Peter. Remy and Peter were fighting over Remy's bike.
"'S my bike. Get off." Remy said, giving Peter and evil look. Peter pushed Remy away.
"No. I am not riding behind your girlfriend again. It looks bad." Peter said matter-of-factly. He wasn't going to get up for anything or anyone.
Rogue was already getting on her bike. Remy looked at her and sighed. [Dere's only one way dis'll end. Why's Peter got t' be so damn stubborn.] "GET OFF MY DAMN BIKE!"
Peter scowled at Remy and held his hand out for the keys. "I can hot vire this bike, but I think you vould preffer givink me the keys." Remy glared at Peter. Peter stared at Remy. Remy grumbled and dug his keys out of his pocket, muttering about stubborn people. Rogue laughed and moved up on her bike.
Remy hopped on gracefully behind her. She'd ridden behind him, so he supposed it was his turn. [Beside,] He thought to himself as Rogue pulled out of the Borders parking lot, Peter following. [John's alread proven y' c'n feel someone up on a bike wit'out making' dem crash.]
Remy hands were wrapped around Rogue's waist. He slowly began moving them up. Rogue cursed in her head, and instinctualy sped up, before realizing that, obviously, Remy was still behind her. [Ooooh, ya bettah hope ya don't make me crash.] Rogue thought, and began concetrating really hard on hte road in front of her.
***
Well, I hope that was both sexy and rompy. And pretty quick, considering it took less than a week. I'm still proud of myself.
Where good girls go to REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith