I hope that this story is good, because I'm not sure I have time to write another in the series. I know that this is the climax (so to speak), so maybe one more short fic to wrap it up.
Or hell, I could be writing SoUS 33 when I'm raising kids and worrying about a mortgage, career, schooling for the little'uns and my marriage/civil union.
Anyway, rambling aside, I've missed you all. gotten so much spiffier recently. If only I could go back and fix the bad grammar and misspellings in my old entries without reuploading the whole chapter, this would be perfect.
On to the story!
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Rogue slipped into Remy's room, hyperventilating just a little bit. Remy looked up from his magazine, which he hadn't been reading so much as pretending to look at to waste time. As soon as he saw her clothing, and the state Rogue was in, Remy smirked and chuckled. "I don't mind my girl bein' experienced, but I was hopin' that you'd be with de best befo' being with someone else." Before he'd even finished his sentence, Remy ducked instinctively, which sent Rogue sprawling, stomach first, on his bed. "Y' know not to put so much power into your swings, chere."
Rogue sat up and adjusted her outfit in what Remy thought to be an amusing manner. After all, why worry about showing your underwear at this point in the game? However, he kept his mouth shut, since he enjoyed being able to chew his food.
"Ah was in Tabitha's room, which is where I was gettin' clothes from, since I only have. . .anyway, I was in there, and Ah was in the closet. She hasta have the biggest closet in the mansion, I swear to gawd. Anyway, I was in there, when her an' John jes' burst inta the room and. . .Oh god, I need a drink." Rogue blurted out, almost in one breath. Remy looked at her, and then blinked, letting the words settle in and make sense before chuckling slightly. Rogue gave him a black look and stuck her tongue out, taking a swing at him. However, Remy's shoulder got the full effect, since he was reaching into his box of tricks and pulling out his first weapon of mass seduction.
The smell of rich, red wine filled Rogue's nose, and she sighed and relaxed a little. "You know, I think you must be too good to be true sometimes," she said,taking the glass Remy offered. "But then you beat me at pool, and the feeling goes away." The smirk on her face was almost better than the joke itself, and Remy chuckled again, taking a drink from his own glass while Rogue drained hers.
Affectionate and somewhat racy small talk was made, and a few kisses were exchanged while the bottle of wine suffered its terrible, but not so slow, death. Finally all the drink had been drunk, and both parties looked at each other, somewhat at a loss. There was silence while they looked at each other and thought about what was to come.
Remy broke the silence after a couple minutes. "Chere, if you don't want this-"
"Remy, I want to have sex with you. I want to spend the night in your arms. Hell, I'm more than halfway to wanting to do both those things with nobody but you for at least a few years, if not the rest of my life. So, to be as cliched as humanly possible, take me, Remy, I'm yours; at least for tonight."
Remy nodded and smiled lightly. "I'll show you the best the world can offer, I promise."
They kissed, and it felt to Rogue that their bodies melded into a single, fluid, tumultuous being; one that writhed and groaned in harmony with itself. She felt, but didn't quite pay attention to her body as it climbed into Remy's lap, to continue its writhing in a more effective place.
This was nothing new to Remy. He'd done this same thing a million times with women he loved and women he didn't even know by first name. For every single woman it had felt different, but similar. The elation, the fire, all of it was similar. But with Rogue it was so poignant, so all-consuming that it nearly took his breath away. His hands groped at her body, feeling the smooth line of her back, the softness of her arse, the strength and silky smoothness of her legs, while her moans drove him mad with lust. There was nothing in the world that could make him feel anymore alive than this perfect moment in her arms.
Rogue reached under her skirt, lifting the top flap slightly to reach the one feature that had set these particular underwear apart from the rest. With the small but wonderful sound of satin rubbing against satin, she undid the ribbon that held her underwear up, and pulled them away, flicking her wrist to send them flying.
Remy looked up into her eyes and saw something there that he'd only seen one other time, and it made his heart simultaneously wrench and soar. He whispered that he loved her, and gently lifted her, setting her down on her back.
Rogue sat up, and watched Remy remove his clothing. He had been planning an elaborate striptease in the minutes he'd waited for Rogue to come to his room, but now efficiency, not eroticism he was the goal. That said, if there had previously been a record for removing a wifebeater and pair of skintight jeans, he would have broken it into a million pieces. Rogue chuckled at her lover and removed her own clothing, arching her back in a more extreme (and exciting), way than was strictly necessary.
The two looked at each other briefly, relishing their first view of what they both hoped would become a familiar sight. Remy was lean and had a few tattoos, but most of his skin was left to his slightly darker than average skin, and Rogue was glad for that.
Rogue was clean of tattoos, and every curve of her body, every inch of skin was as pale as her face and hands. Both of them had the vague idea that the other would look like this naked, but to see the actual thing in real life was a completely different matter.
Remy watched Rogue sit up, her body rising with all the easy grace of a cat, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes drinking him in like the wine they had shared earlier. Remy walked toward her, kneeling on the bed next to her. Their lips found each other, and the rest of their bodies followed suit. Remy once again set Rogue on her back, however, this time, he also gently parted her legs. Rogue took a deep breath, and watched Remy prepare to enter her.
It was then they realized that the condoms were still in their box. There was a sheepish grin fromRemy, while Rogue shook her head and tossed teh box at him with a theatrical sigh. Remy, doing his best not to appear impatient, slowly fiddled with the box, while Rogue watched in interest. "Yano, shoulda thought of that ten minutes ago," she noted, and sat up, taking the unwrapped disk of latex from Remy. What followed next was two minutes of pure torture for Remy as Rogue applied the condom with care that bordered on sadism. Once the task was finished, Rogue sat back, pleased with her work. At least for the half second between the completion of said task, and the moment Remy entered her, with a fraction less care than he intended. Rogue made a surprised noise, which quickly melted into pleasure.
It was better than it had ever been for her. This was barely an accomplishment, but it was still glorious. She felt like nothing more than a container for the pleasure that was running through her body. She felt so full and complete and right. Not at odds with herself, not wishing she were someone else, or any of the things she internally did almost all the time. She felt, for the first time in a long time, joy.
Remy was in a frenzy of energy and raw, unyielding lust. He was an animal, a berserker, acting out of lust instead of rage. He moved faster than he had previously thought possible, and his actions had as much power as his body could supply behind them. Rogue's very vocal reactions to his thrusting was serving only to make the frenzy that much better, that much deeper.
It took a surprisingly long time for Remy to climax, and in that time, Rogue had done the same, and was working up to a second time. Remy's body jerked, and she swore she could feel every muscle in his legs tighten and strain. He then relaxed,and gently rolled off Rogue, so he was laying on his back next to her.
"God," Rogue sighed. Remy nodded, trying to ge his breath back. Rogue held his hand and smiled somewhat goofily. "Yano, Cajun, Ah think you've done this before."
Remy had no idea what made it so hilariously funny, but before his brain could wonder at it, he was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face. Rogue was cackling too, feeling lighter and more at peace than she had ever felt in her life. It was so right to be with Remy like this, and she loved it.
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There! Sex. Voila.
Yano, it took me forever to write this chapter because, as much as I had done so before, I couldn't write the sex. I've written it in short fics, snippets compared to this. Here I have a relationship dynamic that was hard for me to write see in a sexual manner.
So you should all be thankful I've moved in with my boyfriend, otherwise I'd still have Rogue stuck in the closet.
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Panther Nesmith