Geeze, been a while, huh? Well, sorry to say, life has gotten in the way of writing. Who'd have thought college would be so exhausting? And full time employment doesn't help, either. But here I am, fully rested for once, and ready to write fanfic again.

To keep myself on track, review responses shall be curtailed this time around.

And a quick recap is in order. Remy is taking Rogue, newly able to touch from an improbability drive fastened around her neck by the ever useful Forge, out for Chinese food. Kitty is taking Piotr for a tour of the mansion, and John is probably off corrupting yet another X-man, or writing a romance novel.

Remy grinned over at Rogue, who had tossed her sheer green shirt in the coat closet, and now looked even sexier straddling her motorcycle. It was like a

softcore pin up, and Remy whole- heartedly approved of that. Rogue grinned back, taking in the things she could now do more than look at. He'd changed into a very tight black cotton shirt, and his pants were the ones he wore when he was clubbing, so if he had been standing, his derriere would have been clearly visible through the denim. As it was, she got a good look at his strong legs, and that was nice, too.

The couple had passed Storm on their way to the garage, and so were a little wary about being seen being too close to each other, so they were on separate bikes. Aside from that, neither person wanted to be the one to ride behind the other. Rogue grinned wider and started up her motor, peeling out of the garage. Remy laughed loudly before getting his own bike started and tearing after his girlfriend.

It was a nice chase through the streets, Rogue never really trying to outrun Remy, but to stay just far enough ahead to be intriguing. Remy, for his part, never fully tried to catch her, either. The chase just made the catch sweeter, and that alone was reason enough to prolong it.

Eventually the restaurant they'd set their sights on appeared in the distance. Rogue pulled into a spot in

Dragon City's parking lot, and waited patiently for Remy to find one, as well. Remy grabbed Rogue's hand and kissed it, before the two entered the small

Chinese place.

Dragon city was unusually empty that day. The high school near it hadn't let out yet, so there were only a couple teenagers, the restaurant's usual patrons, sitting together at a table. In fact, there were exactly four. Rogue and Remy ignored them, getting a booth a few tables down, the chatter from the four girls completely ignored by the couple.

Remy sat across from Rogue, and smiled as she sat down, knowing better than to get her chair for her.

He'd never gotten the hang of that, anyway. Rogue probably didn't know how to deal with it either, come to think of it. Rogue smiled at him and grabbed his hand, reveling in the feeling of his skin under hers, and his warmth. Remy smiled at her and kissed her knuckles, his thumb tracing over the super soft skin of her hand. It was nearly incredible to him how much such a small contact could mean, especially after the adventurous life he'd led. It was the highlight of his year so far just to hold her hand, and know that she felt the same way, though for more understandable reasons.

The poor waiter who interrupted the two in their reveling was perhaps the first I history to be glared at for being too early, as opposed to too late. But he bore it admirably, and took Rogue and Remy's orders without comment. Rogue felt bad for glaring at the guy, and resolved to leave him a sizable tip.

Once the waiter had been given busy work, the couple went back to their previous activities. But the interruption had rendered some of the magic ineffective, and their gastric systems decided that they would be heard as well. Remy chuckled as Rogue's stomach roared like an angry lion. Truth be told, it seemed like a long time since breakfast to him, too.

In order to distract himself from his hunger, and get things back on the correct track, Remy decided to ask a couple more questions. "So, chere, whacha wan' t' do? I promised Hank 'n' de res' I wouldn' taint you y'r firs' day bein' able to touch, but if 'y want. . .after whacha tol' me, doan think I can taint y' too far. After all, y' had sex on stage 'n' wit' a homosexual to boot." Remy teased. The four girls at the other table looked up when they heard the word 'sex', and there was a round of laughter from them. This only served to make Rogue blush deeper than she would have otherwise.

"Ah'm gonna kill ya, Remy. An' then Ah'm gonna cuss ya out in yo' eulogy an' dance on ya grave." Rogue threatened, trying desperately not to smile or blush, failing in a way that made her look even more charming to Remy. Of course, at that point, anything she did looked wonderful to Remy. He grinned at her, and she looked at he ceiling and sighed heavily. "Why, oh why, do Ah have the taste in men that I do?"

Remy smirked and put his hand on her knee. Rogue jumped and glared. He grinned. "Because y' got damn good taste, chere," he replied. Rogue smiled slightly and patted the hand that was on her knee, before smacking it. Remy pulled his hand away in time, and

Rogue wound up smacking her own leg. Things would have further degenerated from there, but the waiter returned with their food.

It took a couple seconds for the couple to focus properly on their food. Neither had been to this particular restaurant before, and didn't know about its slight deficiencies.

"M' wonton's flat." Remy noted, poking his meal. Rogue snickered and had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from loosing a piece of sweet and sour chicken. Remy gave her a perplexed look. Rogue swallowed and quickly took a drink.

"Ya know, they mke pills fo' that. Ah'm sho' the professah'd be amused ta find out that the resident man-ho needs Viagra."

Remy gaped at Rogue for half a second before laughing very loudly, his head thrown back, and every ounce of his body thrown into the laugh. Rogue watched. He laughed like he'd never do it again and wanted to experience it in full color that one last time. From what she'd seen of his life, this was a fairly accurate description of his life, but then again, that could be said for most people. For some odd reason, this made her like him even more. That he could put such joy behind a laugh at his own expense was endearing beyond belief. "Ya know, yo' sexy when ya laugh." Rogue noted, once Remy had calmed down a bit.

The young man's eyes shone at the compliment, and Rogue felt her entire intestinal track squish together in that dizzying way that was reminiscent of falling, but far more fun. Remy saw her smile, a gentle, easy smile that seemed shy and unsure, but was really just not allowed out very often. Remy's smile softened from cocky and amused to one that felt in the heart more than shown on the face.

The spell was broken by the sound of high pitched laughter from the table of teenagers, and someone yelling "I love the cock!" Rogue snorted and shook her head. Remy wiggled his eyebrows, making Rogue stare at him in disbelief for a second, before shaking her head and chuckling. Remy kissed her hand again, before continuing his meal.

The two sat and ate in companionable silence for the next few minutes, their hands occasionally touching accidentally/on purpose, and their knees bumping as often as they could make them. Remy, at one point, had one of his legs wrapped around Rogue's, just to watch her squirm in discomfort and a bit of lust.

Shortly after this display of affection, Rogue pushed her plate away and gave Remy a look he hadn't really seen before; at least not on her face. It was a look that seemed to wonder if she would require a fork to eat him, or if he would be soft enough to chew without it. In other words, it was a look of nearly undiluted lust.

"Ah think Ah'd like ta track down a nice hotel 'round here. Ya know of any?" Rogue said, making Remy squirm a bit, his face also taking on more than passing hints of lust. He knew quite a few good hotels around the area. Some of those hotels knew him fairly well, also. It was, on the whole, better to avoid the ones that knew him too well.

"Oui, chere. I c'n t'ink 'f a couple dat'd sui'cha. What do you wan' t' do?"

Rogue shifted her body forward, giving the couple not only a bit more privacy, but also letting Remy have a nice peak down her shirt. "That might be a question bettah asked when we get there."

Remy's heart, and various other organs, jumped, and he grinned wickedly, unable to stop his smile, even if he'd wanted to. Rogue chuckled and stood up. ""C'mon, sugah, let's tomber la chemise" 1

Remy smirked and replied "Tu parles francais comme une vache espagnole" 2

Rogue frowned, but shook her head and stood up. "C'mon, ya crazy Cajun. Let's get outta here."

Remy grinned and picked up the bill, letting Rogue take care of the tip. "Soun's like a plan, chere."

1-Idiom, meaning to let one's hair down. Literal translation unknown (Any help here would be lovely). Not conjugated.

2-Idiom, literally mean to speak French like a Spanish cow. Used to mean that you don't speak French well.

I know it's been forever, but here it is! Almost sex!

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Panther Nesmith