Hey all!
When I said almost sex last time, it was taken to mean that there would be sex in the next chapter. Which is this chapter. So I'm going to have to make this un' a long one, huh?
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Remy was in the lead, this time. He knew his way around the hotels of New York better than anyone else. He even had a list of hotels he could not go near, as he was still in a bit of debt to the owners, had been caught illegally using the rooms, or illegally acquiring funds to pay for the rooms, or some combination of the three. Rogue realized that he might have preferred hotels, where they stocked a certain kind of liquor he liked in the mini-bar or whatnot, so she let him lead.
The trip to the large and rather upscale hotel was simultaneously too short, and far too long for Rogue's tastes. She wanted desperately to find out every secret inch of Remy's skin, to taste his sweat and other things, to just, finally, feel him. But she was also nervous. She hadn't done this in a while, and was afraid she'd forgotten things. Even though she was pretty sure it was something you'd pick right back up once you did it again.
For Remy the trip was too long. It was taking him too close to Magneto's lair for his taste, and that bothered him, and he was curious about Rogue in ways that he would like to explore in private. His burning curiosity was crying out to be sated.
The hotel parking lot was fairly crowded. Remy parked close to the door, so his bike wouldn't be visible from Magneto's lair (not that it would have been anyway, nor would Magneto have even known it was his, even if he'd been in town (but you don't get to be a thief for long if you're too incautious)). Rogue parked next to him, amused that their bikes fit in the same parking space when any other couple here for an out of marriage tryst might have had to ride around for a bit to find places where they could park separately.
Remy smiled at Rogue and extended his hand, which she took, kissing his knuckles before letting it drop. Remy couldn't help but rub his fingers over her skin, and relish the softness of it. Rogue shivered in pleasure from that motion alone. Remy inwardly smirked. It was going to be one hell of a day.
The lobby was done in a slick art deco style with dark greys and silvers highlighted by the occasional streak of sky blue, or the same hue in the couch cushions, or the like. It was one of Remy's favorites by far. The rooms were done in a similar style, and there was something about the fact that the furniture in the hotel not being crap that comforted Remy. Rogue busied herself looking around, never taking her hand away form Remy's.
The counter person smiled at Remy, and addresses him as Mr. Grissom. Rogue arched an eyebrow at Remy, who was busy whipping out his credit card, embossed with the same name. Rogue rolled here eyes. Remy had just finished paying when a cell phone went off. Remy jumped half a foot, grabbing at his hip. Rogue stared at him, as did several other people.
Remy dug around in his pocket for the source of the noise, and pulled out one of the institute cell phones. He frowned at the device as if he didn't know what it was. It took one last ring for him to snap out of it enough to answer the demon machine.
"Uh, allo?"
A thick, low voice on the other side told Remy that the jig was up. "Remy, do you realize that there is a chip in the phone that tells me where it, and you, are?" Remy's eyes went wide. Obviously, this was news to him. "I took the liberty of giving it to you, so that I would be able to contact you if need be. I'm sending Logan after you immediately."
Remy's lips open and closed like a fish's, before he regained his composure. "Fine. Have him keep trackin' de phone, den. Me 'n' Rogue 'r' goin' t' de park, 'n' got a bit turned aroun'." Remy lied. He also grabbed Rogue's hand and started to pull her toward the bikes, much to her annoyance.
Ororo let out a small, slightly evil chuckle. "Indeed. We shall see, Remy."
The line went dead, and Remy started sprinting to his bike. Rogue took the hint, and ran after him, never quite catching him, due to his longer legs. He started his bike as quickly as he could, hotwiring it so he wouldn't have to fish for the keys. Rogue followed just a hair behind him as he tore out of the parking lot, and toward the park.
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Logan was nearly to his favorite bar when he felt something in his pants pocket start to vibrate. He cursed and pulled over, pulling out the offending cell phone. He growled and vowed that the person who'd planted it on him was going to die slowly and painfully.
"What?"
Ororo's voice was just as annoyed. "Logan, go to the park and find Remy and Rogue. I suspect they are up to something."
Logan growled again. "'Ro, they're teenagers, of course they're up ta something."
The was a pregnant pause. Logan shifted a bit. He could play the silent game, too.
That is, until he noticed the dark clouds gathering over his head. "Logan," she said in a very quiet voice, "Have you ever been struck by lightening?"
He growled one more time, but not on his motorcycle. "I'm gettin' some bleedin' Midol on my way back."
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Remy dashed as fast as his legs could carry him to the center of the park. Rogue followed close on his heels, knowing the park as well as he did, due to her affinity to hanging out there when she needed a place to write bad poetry.
Finally, they arrived at the sculpture path. Remy grabbed Rogue and slowed down, letting his breathing catch up with him. And enjoying the view as Rogue panted as well, her body slick with sweat.
"Was it good f'r you too, cherie?" He smirked.
Rogue rolled her eyes and punched his arm. "Ya such a retahd." Remy chuckled and kissed her knuckles.
"Oui, mais you love my for it." Rogue opened her mouth, but closed it again, quickly. Instead she moved closer to him and gently, tentatively kissed him. He let her lead, the thrill of her lips on his was the closest thing to heaven he would ever get, he was sure. His hindbrain took over, and deepened the kiss, lacing his fingers in her hair. Rogue moaned lightly, and let him, wrapping her arms around him, pressing herself against him gingerly.
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Kitty finally looked up from her faceplant on the table. "Um, sorry. I get kinda emotional. . ."
Piotr nodded. "I understand. I myself am given to emotions as well." He smiled, showing that he'd made a joke. Kitty giggled and grabbed his hand.
Piotr squeezed her hand and smiled even wider. "Is there anything else in the institute that you would like to show me?'
Hank cleared his throat behind the two. Both blushed a bit and turned around like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "It's time for lunch, Kitty. Go get the others, and take Piotr with you, so he can choose which room in the boy's wing he wants."
Kitty nodded and smiled at Piotr. "I'll, like totally help you pick on really far away from Sam and Remy. John's pretty bad, too, but he usually sleeps in Tabitha's room. Sam's not bad like those two, but he spends a lot of his time ranting about his life."
Piootr nodded vaguely, blocking out what her words actually were, but focusing on the sound of her voice. It was nice enough, even if his English failed him a bit.
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Logan pulled into the parking lot of the park, and located his preys' motorcycles. He set his hand on the motorcase of Remy's, and felt the heat. A quick review of the surrounding area showed Logan what he was pretty sure he'd already known, Ororo was tracking the students as well as him. The perturbed Canadian grumbled and swore, but got Rogue and Remy's scents and stated to track them.
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Rogue couldn't help but shiver as his hand slid up her shirt, just caressing the skin below her breasts. Remy was being as restrained as he could, but he knew that unless something changed soon, he was going to take Rogue right then and there.
Luckily, or unluckily, depending on your point of view, Logan crashed through the underbrush at just that moment.
Rogue jumped and pulled away, her shirt still pushed up far enough to show the wires of her black bra. Remy also pulled away, trying to quickly rebutton his shirt. Logan scoffed and glared at Remy sharply. Remy glared back. Rogue pulled her shirt down and blushed bright red. "Logan, ya scared us halfta death!"
Logan sniffed the air and walked toward Rogue, still sniffing. Rogue blushed even more hotly, and Remy shifted uncomfortably. "Kid, this ain't my doin'. Honestly, as long as this is what you want, then you're welcome to it. But Ororo's definitely in need of chocolate. So I'm gonna cut you two a deal. You go back to the institute and eat dinner with the rest of us, and I'll keep Ororo out of your hair afterward. Until then, I suggest ya don't do anything that ain't pg13, if you get what I mean." Another pointed glare at Remy, who put hi hands up in surrender.
Rogue nodded and got up. "That's fine. As long as Ororo leaves us alone tonight, Ah can wait." She held out her hand. Logan shook it and chuckled at her.
"Kid, you're one helluva negotiator. But I appreciate the honesty. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a bar fulla alcohol that's callin' ta me." Rogue went back to sit next to Remy again, as Logan stalked back out of the clearing. He paused at the edge, and turned around. "You got protection, Cajun?" He asked, this time not glaring at Remy, but giving him a piercing look.
Remy rolled his eyes, sensing the time was ripe for him to make a smart comment. "Never leave home wit'out it."
Unfortunately, his judgment was slightly off, and both Rogue and Logan were glaring holes in him. He grumbled and Rogue chuckled. "We'll take care o' it, Ah promise, Logan. Ah don't wanna be a mom, trust me."
Remy stiffened at the mere mention of Rogue's denial of wanting children. He knew why he used condoms, of course. But being reminded of it so bluntly was a shock. He shook his head, clearing out the slightly disturbing image of Rogue with a full, pregnant stomache. He was surprised to find that part of him wanted that more than anything else.
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Dinner that night was a interesting affair. Kitty and Piotr were subtly flirting, and blushing every five seconds. Rogue and Remy were overtly flirting. Jean was looking at nothing but her plate, while Scott gave her curious looks. She shook her head and projected a couple explanatory thoughts to him.
Ororo was watching the whole thing like a prison warden. Logan had shoveled down his food as fast as he could, and left just as soon. Rogue and Remy were unconsciously doing the same thing, the prospect of having some time to finally be alone far too tempting.
Ororo frowned and went to see where Logan had gone. This was not the time for the institute's main disciplinarian to go missing, not when so many students were so close to almost certain temptation.
Nearly the second Ororo left, Rogue said she was full and not feeling well, and set her plate in the sink. Remy continued eating until he had finished, both to allay suspicion, and so that later in the night he wouldn't run out of energy. He knew he was going to need it now if he ever would.
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Rogue was ripping through her lingerie selection when Kitty came in after dinner. Kitty chuckled and waded through the storm of bras and underwear to tap Rogue's shoulder. "Tabitha offers you her wardrobe for the night."
Rogue spuna round and shoved her drawer closed, looking guilty. "Ah. . .I mean, Ah. . .thanks, Kitty."
Kitty chuckled and hugged her. Rogue hugged her back. "Have fun, roomie." The younger girl said, smiling at Rogue and pulling back. Rogue grinned sheepishly and started to collect her underwear again, before heading to Tabitha's room.
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Remy paced his room, checking to make sure everything was ready. There were nice smelling candle lit, the bed was made, his clothes were neat, but nothing too complicated to remove. He was pondering opening a bottle of wine, but knew that Ororo would be there in a second if he had alcohol open in his room, and beside that, he wanted to be sober and enjoy every luscious detail of the night to come.
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Rogue was having a small panic attack going through Tabitha's extensive walk-in closet. There were some interesting things in there, to be sure. But none of them were too appealing. A loud thump let Rogue know she'd spent too much time in the closet. John's murmuring and yelps made here even more aware of it. The bed didn't creak so much as yelp when someone was thrown onto it with some amount of force. Rogue shook her head and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
Finally she located a tube top that was made of some stretchy but not material in a soft black color. There was also a skirt with splits nearly to the stomach baring waistband. She quickly pulled the outfit on, and looked at herself as much as she could without a mirror. The effect was sexy, but not complete. . .she felt naked being so. . .well . . . naked. She wasn't used to baring this much skin.
Rogue frowned and shook her head. This wasn't the time for that. If she was going to freak out about her current outfit, what would she do when Remy took it off?
A minute of pondering led her to go over to Tabitha's large collection of thongs and choose the one that struck her as the least silly. Maybe being less naked under her clothes would help. Oddly enough, it did.
Now she just had to wait for John and Tabitha to pass out. Which usually took until about eleven.
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I didn't get to the sex, but that'll be first thing next chapter, I promise.
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Cat2fat900 – I'm sorry to disappoint with another almost-sex, but hey, I've got you reading another chapter next time! evil grin
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Ish – Glad to know I'm not the only sex fiend. I'll have to update more than once every six months, now that I've got sex to write. Thanks for the review and for sticking with me!
Seven – I couldn't come back after so long and not have almost sex. You all would've murdered me in my sleep or sommat. And sorry I've feel behind on your fic, but I am almost completely without time. Glad you like hte cahpter, though! I can't believe you beat me to the sex!
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