Hey all!
I got some pretty strong reactions to my last chapter's closer. I don't know who's more jealouse, you guys or Remy. *thinks for a minute while several voices in my head roll their eyes* Okay, so I do. But still.
Anyway, on to the reviews!
Pansa-Glad to hear I made you giggle. And Laurel K. Hamilton is very fun. ONe of my faves. Nice to hear from you!
PRC-I would have pulled him over to the side of the road too, but you know, Rogue's not me, though you see to think you're her. If you really can take her place, then you'll be having a lot of fun in this fic, lemme tell ya. As for the guy. . .*evil chuckle* you'll have to wait.
Seven-Who is the guy? Question of the day beb. Jealousy? Oh, undoubtedly. Things were getting tense. I'm pretty sure if Kurt hadn't 'ported in, Logan would have broken them up. Glad to hear you still like Peter. HE is pretty fun. Like my crazyness control group.
Coldqueen-You dare challenge me to a sexual innuendo match? Very well. BY gently used, I meant that Peter ahd run only a few reaces. Compared to John, who's into both dressage and the big races, and Remy, who'll race any time any place any where anyhow. And being put away wet tends to disturb horses. You've got to rub them dry or they won't sleep.
Andi-*claps* way to get ehre Andi! glad you could join us!
Remy Shall Kill Belladonna- You're not the only one who cracked up over the title. I'm pretty proud of it myself. *looks proud* As for Rogue's vibe, I want one too. Jsut between us, of course. Sounding like Ish is. . .interresting. Cool beans to you for that. *grin* snogging is fun. Price is Right is always on, especially if you're in a doctor's office.
Caliente-Kurt broke up a very heated moment. remy is notonly ana ss, but has a very nice one as well. I'm glad you liked hte auction. That was the image I based the fic around. Not that you can tell, but still. . .
Ish-I'm glad you like my punny title. I love the word snogging. Making out just sounds fifth grade. 'Snogging' is an excelent word. Bob Barker is immortal. it's scary. And cool. If you get on Jeaopardy, you have to plug RABID! We could gain power through your prowress at game shows. I'm glad to hear you like jealousy. there shall be some, I vow this to you.
RABID members-I would like to welcome PsychoRomyChica to our ranks. She will be inducted once she has gotten all her RABID shots and the official RABID fangirl tatoo in a place of her choosing. Welcome to the sisterhood, fangirl PRC
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Remy froze. Kurt's announcement put another item on his list of ultimate hard on killers. He tightened his arms around Rogue, while using his charm to figure out her reaction.
Rogue was shocked, annoyed, and extremely lusty. She glared at Kurt but threw Remy's hands off of her and stalked over to grab the phone. She didn't know who the guy was, but when she found out, she was going to rip him another asshole with his own teeth.
Kurt watched her take it and decided to 'port away before he got killed by one of the two perturbed southerners. He had a thing about dying. It wasn't a look that he could pull off.
"What?" Rogue barked into the phone, giving the person onthe other end a nasty surprise. Remy relaxed. A little. Until Rogue's anger melted away. And then she got happy. Really really happy. Remy got jealouse again very very quickly.
Rogue's knees went weak. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ti was hte best thing a guy had ever said to her. Rogue stammered a "Thank ya, Ah'll be right ovah." and hung up. Three short words had never changed her life so much.
Remy watched, shocked and extremely jealouse. Rogue was in a daze, she didn't notice it at all. She kissed Remy's cheek with the scarf before tucking it back in her bra and heading out the door. SHe still hadn't fully woken up and wrapped her mind around what she'd been told, but she was jubilant about it, and that's all Remy really needed to know.
Remy watched and seethed. But if Rogue was going to leave, then he wasn't going to follow her like a lost puppy. Beside, part of him reasoned, maybe the whole thing was completely innocent. That part was quickly strangled when he heard Rogue's motorcycle roar at high speed down the driveway. Remy seethed and left the study slamming the door behind him.
[Dis can' be real.] Remy reasoned. [I've _never_ been left by any woman, even when I di'n't like 'er; 'n' now dis. . .swear t' God, I'll never make m'self dis vulnerable 'gain; can't b'lieve dis; I'm such a retard; why doesn' anyt'in' turn out right; how could she do dis t' me! She knows I care 'bout her; I had to pretty much crawl on m' belly over broken glass t' get her t' go out wit' me; 'n' now dis shit? Fuck it. I'm still the same person I was b'fore. Finding a new girl shouldn' be hard.] Remy flopped onto his bed seething. He looked at a picture on his dresser, one of him and Rogue he glared at it and threw a CD at it. The picture toppled over.
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Jean, Amara, Tabitha, and Rhane were sitting in the living roo watchign 'French Kiss' when Rogue ran past. They didn't notice it until the sound of Rogue's bike flying out of the garage like a cheeta on amphetmine laced pixie sticks reverberated through the mansion.
Amara was the first one to say anythign about it. "Sounds like Rogue's fleeing a crime scene." She said. Jean nodded and t.k.ed the bowl of candy on the coffee table to Rhane, who had been about to ask her to.
"I wonder how many pieces she cut Remy into?" Amara said, not being particularly fond of 'French Kiss'.
"She probably killed him having sex." Jean said with a shudder. The other girls silently agreed. They'd heard the whole thing during one of Jean's rants, which Tabitha remembered with a giggle.
"There's one girl who needs some ass bad." Tabitha remarked. All the girls looked at her. "What? Everybody's thinking it, I'm just saying it."
Rhane shushed everyone. "This is my favorite part." The girls continued watching, unaware of the drama unfolding around them.
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Wolverine burst into the rec. room. He'd almost been run off the road by Rogue on her bike, and he wanted answers, dammit. He knew the place to get them too. The institute boys were good for nothing, but this was the sort of information that they would have.
Bobby and Ray were playing video games. Wolverine unplugged the machine and glared at the two boys. They almost protested, until they saw Wolverine's face. They knew better than to argue with that face. That face was the devil's, his hair looked even more like horns than usual when he made that face.
"What the hell is up with Rogue?" Logan growled. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. It pissed him off. And he was already frustrated aboutt he results of his latest trip to find himself.
"I dunno. Kurt answered the phone, and then went to tell Rogue." Bobby said, hoping that if Logan was given enough information he wouldn't notice they were playing a game on the institute's restricted playing list.
"He say who was on the phone?" Logan asked, still not happy, but not growling either. The boys relaxed, marginally.
"No. But he looked stunned." Ray said, Bobby nodded earnestly. Logan stalked off, leaving two very scared middle schoool boys to count their blessings.
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Logan tracked Kurt down. Kurt had been in his room pacing.
"Why'd Rogue go tearing out of here Kurt? Who was on the phone?" Logan asked, bursting in and lenaing on the door frame. Kurt jumped and teleported, out of reflex. He looked down from the canopy of his bed and grinned sheepishly. Logan glowered up at him. Kurt quickly 'ported down to put himself on the smae level as Logan.
"Forge. When I answered the phone, he said 'Rogue, you're cured.' I took the phone up to her She was in the study with Remy. I didn't think she knew who Forge was, so I just said a guy. I think Remy took it the wrong way. She left pretty soon after that." Kurt said, praying he wouldn't be mangled by Logan. He hadn't done anything wrong, but it never hurt to pray.
"Okay. Rogue's cured? What does that mean?" Logan asked, not quite sure he'd like the answer. It probably involved one of Forge's machines, which worked well, up to a point. Logan didn't like how thing always seemed ot go beyond that point.
"I think it means she'll be able to touch again." Kurt siad tentaively. Logan thought for a minute. He wasn't goign to say anythign, but he heard soemone cursing in another room.
"You need to talk to the Cajun before he blows his room up or something." Kurt looked guilty.
"I didn't mean to say it like that, but I was in shock. It just came out."
Logan nodded. "I understand. But now you've got to try and clean up the mess you made."
Kurt watched Logan leave. He started walkign toward Remy's room. He was halfway there before he saw the irony in the fact that Logan had given him social advice. [Hipocrits are really annoying. No wonder they annoyed Jesus so much.]
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Rogue cursed. She'd passed Forge's house. She sped up and headed for the nearest four way cross road and made a U-turn, slowing down as she approached Forg'es house.
***
Dun dun duuuun! Oh! I wrote angst in my SoUS. *stunned look* how did that happen? Oh man. I'm going to have to do soem pretty mindless thigns to make up for this. *continues looking shocked* I'm scared.
You can be my Yoko Ono, you can REVIEW!
Panther Nesmith
I got some pretty strong reactions to my last chapter's closer. I don't know who's more jealouse, you guys or Remy. *thinks for a minute while several voices in my head roll their eyes* Okay, so I do. But still.
Anyway, on to the reviews!
Pansa-Glad to hear I made you giggle. And Laurel K. Hamilton is very fun. ONe of my faves. Nice to hear from you!
PRC-I would have pulled him over to the side of the road too, but you know, Rogue's not me, though you see to think you're her. If you really can take her place, then you'll be having a lot of fun in this fic, lemme tell ya. As for the guy. . .*evil chuckle* you'll have to wait.
Seven-Who is the guy? Question of the day beb. Jealousy? Oh, undoubtedly. Things were getting tense. I'm pretty sure if Kurt hadn't 'ported in, Logan would have broken them up. Glad to hear you still like Peter. HE is pretty fun. Like my crazyness control group.
Coldqueen-You dare challenge me to a sexual innuendo match? Very well. BY gently used, I meant that Peter ahd run only a few reaces. Compared to John, who's into both dressage and the big races, and Remy, who'll race any time any place any where anyhow. And being put away wet tends to disturb horses. You've got to rub them dry or they won't sleep.
Andi-*claps* way to get ehre Andi! glad you could join us!
Remy Shall Kill Belladonna- You're not the only one who cracked up over the title. I'm pretty proud of it myself. *looks proud* As for Rogue's vibe, I want one too. Jsut between us, of course. Sounding like Ish is. . .interresting. Cool beans to you for that. *grin* snogging is fun. Price is Right is always on, especially if you're in a doctor's office.
Caliente-Kurt broke up a very heated moment. remy is notonly ana ss, but has a very nice one as well. I'm glad you liked hte auction. That was the image I based the fic around. Not that you can tell, but still. . .
Ish-I'm glad you like my punny title. I love the word snogging. Making out just sounds fifth grade. 'Snogging' is an excelent word. Bob Barker is immortal. it's scary. And cool. If you get on Jeaopardy, you have to plug RABID! We could gain power through your prowress at game shows. I'm glad to hear you like jealousy. there shall be some, I vow this to you.
RABID members-I would like to welcome PsychoRomyChica to our ranks. She will be inducted once she has gotten all her RABID shots and the official RABID fangirl tatoo in a place of her choosing. Welcome to the sisterhood, fangirl PRC
***
Remy froze. Kurt's announcement put another item on his list of ultimate hard on killers. He tightened his arms around Rogue, while using his charm to figure out her reaction.
Rogue was shocked, annoyed, and extremely lusty. She glared at Kurt but threw Remy's hands off of her and stalked over to grab the phone. She didn't know who the guy was, but when she found out, she was going to rip him another asshole with his own teeth.
Kurt watched her take it and decided to 'port away before he got killed by one of the two perturbed southerners. He had a thing about dying. It wasn't a look that he could pull off.
"What?" Rogue barked into the phone, giving the person onthe other end a nasty surprise. Remy relaxed. A little. Until Rogue's anger melted away. And then she got happy. Really really happy. Remy got jealouse again very very quickly.
Rogue's knees went weak. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ti was hte best thing a guy had ever said to her. Rogue stammered a "Thank ya, Ah'll be right ovah." and hung up. Three short words had never changed her life so much.
Remy watched, shocked and extremely jealouse. Rogue was in a daze, she didn't notice it at all. She kissed Remy's cheek with the scarf before tucking it back in her bra and heading out the door. SHe still hadn't fully woken up and wrapped her mind around what she'd been told, but she was jubilant about it, and that's all Remy really needed to know.
Remy watched and seethed. But if Rogue was going to leave, then he wasn't going to follow her like a lost puppy. Beside, part of him reasoned, maybe the whole thing was completely innocent. That part was quickly strangled when he heard Rogue's motorcycle roar at high speed down the driveway. Remy seethed and left the study slamming the door behind him.
[Dis can' be real.] Remy reasoned. [I've _never_ been left by any woman, even when I di'n't like 'er; 'n' now dis. . .swear t' God, I'll never make m'self dis vulnerable 'gain; can't b'lieve dis; I'm such a retard; why doesn' anyt'in' turn out right; how could she do dis t' me! She knows I care 'bout her; I had to pretty much crawl on m' belly over broken glass t' get her t' go out wit' me; 'n' now dis shit? Fuck it. I'm still the same person I was b'fore. Finding a new girl shouldn' be hard.] Remy flopped onto his bed seething. He looked at a picture on his dresser, one of him and Rogue he glared at it and threw a CD at it. The picture toppled over.
---
Jean, Amara, Tabitha, and Rhane were sitting in the living roo watchign 'French Kiss' when Rogue ran past. They didn't notice it until the sound of Rogue's bike flying out of the garage like a cheeta on amphetmine laced pixie sticks reverberated through the mansion.
Amara was the first one to say anythign about it. "Sounds like Rogue's fleeing a crime scene." She said. Jean nodded and t.k.ed the bowl of candy on the coffee table to Rhane, who had been about to ask her to.
"I wonder how many pieces she cut Remy into?" Amara said, not being particularly fond of 'French Kiss'.
"She probably killed him having sex." Jean said with a shudder. The other girls silently agreed. They'd heard the whole thing during one of Jean's rants, which Tabitha remembered with a giggle.
"There's one girl who needs some ass bad." Tabitha remarked. All the girls looked at her. "What? Everybody's thinking it, I'm just saying it."
Rhane shushed everyone. "This is my favorite part." The girls continued watching, unaware of the drama unfolding around them.
---
Wolverine burst into the rec. room. He'd almost been run off the road by Rogue on her bike, and he wanted answers, dammit. He knew the place to get them too. The institute boys were good for nothing, but this was the sort of information that they would have.
Bobby and Ray were playing video games. Wolverine unplugged the machine and glared at the two boys. They almost protested, until they saw Wolverine's face. They knew better than to argue with that face. That face was the devil's, his hair looked even more like horns than usual when he made that face.
"What the hell is up with Rogue?" Logan growled. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. It pissed him off. And he was already frustrated aboutt he results of his latest trip to find himself.
"I dunno. Kurt answered the phone, and then went to tell Rogue." Bobby said, hoping that if Logan was given enough information he wouldn't notice they were playing a game on the institute's restricted playing list.
"He say who was on the phone?" Logan asked, still not happy, but not growling either. The boys relaxed, marginally.
"No. But he looked stunned." Ray said, Bobby nodded earnestly. Logan stalked off, leaving two very scared middle schoool boys to count their blessings.
---
Logan tracked Kurt down. Kurt had been in his room pacing.
"Why'd Rogue go tearing out of here Kurt? Who was on the phone?" Logan asked, bursting in and lenaing on the door frame. Kurt jumped and teleported, out of reflex. He looked down from the canopy of his bed and grinned sheepishly. Logan glowered up at him. Kurt quickly 'ported down to put himself on the smae level as Logan.
"Forge. When I answered the phone, he said 'Rogue, you're cured.' I took the phone up to her She was in the study with Remy. I didn't think she knew who Forge was, so I just said a guy. I think Remy took it the wrong way. She left pretty soon after that." Kurt said, praying he wouldn't be mangled by Logan. He hadn't done anything wrong, but it never hurt to pray.
"Okay. Rogue's cured? What does that mean?" Logan asked, not quite sure he'd like the answer. It probably involved one of Forge's machines, which worked well, up to a point. Logan didn't like how thing always seemed ot go beyond that point.
"I think it means she'll be able to touch again." Kurt siad tentaively. Logan thought for a minute. He wasn't goign to say anythign, but he heard soemone cursing in another room.
"You need to talk to the Cajun before he blows his room up or something." Kurt looked guilty.
"I didn't mean to say it like that, but I was in shock. It just came out."
Logan nodded. "I understand. But now you've got to try and clean up the mess you made."
Kurt watched Logan leave. He started walkign toward Remy's room. He was halfway there before he saw the irony in the fact that Logan had given him social advice. [Hipocrits are really annoying. No wonder they annoyed Jesus so much.]
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Rogue cursed. She'd passed Forge's house. She sped up and headed for the nearest four way cross road and made a U-turn, slowing down as she approached Forg'es house.
***
Dun dun duuuun! Oh! I wrote angst in my SoUS. *stunned look* how did that happen? Oh man. I'm going to have to do soem pretty mindless thigns to make up for this. *continues looking shocked* I'm scared.
You can be my Yoko Ono, you can REVIEW!
Panther Nesmith