A/N: tfobmv18 and Ghost Author answered my little bit of trivia correctly. Not only did he say that in "The Cure", but he also says it again in "Sanctuary: Part 1", from the 90's animated series. Thanks to cheerpandagal for adding this to Story Alert. This chap is just a fun one as I decide what to do next.
Shiro-Kitsune8: Yes, he definitely has a problem with that. I definitely wouldn't want him as a drill sergeant...lol.
Chellerbelle: Most definitely. I'm getting tired of it, myself, so that will pretty much be it, unless he comes to his senses.
CB Shipper: He needs something, that's for sure! I like your idea of hitting him in the head.
roguelover321: More, comin' right up. See below. ;)
tfobmv18: Thank you so much for adding this to Story Alert and your favorites! Yes, he's dangerously close to having that happen. Hopefully, he gets his head on straight.
Team-JEdward2010: Yeah, it was a bit of a tear-jerker, considering how hurt Rogue is by Logan's reaction. Logan's got some tall apologizin' to do.
Madame Star: Hehehe....I wanted Remy to have a chance. Of course he would defend his 'chere'. :)
Courtney Summers: Yay! Thank you. Yeah, I think that's the best part.
xdreamernumbuhfour: I like Rahne. I think that Rogue's ideas vs. Kitty's would be two totally different things....maybe. We shall see.
Ghost Author: I'm trying to come up with titles that are humorous for this one. I'm happy to see that it's working.
nikebabyy: Hmm....is it one of those? I don't really know. Anyway, thanks bunches for reviewing.
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: I'll give you half credit, since you got the show right. Same for anyone else who got that part correct. Ha! You're the first to call Logan a knucklehead. Love it! What can I say, I just can't keep Kurt that nonsupporting of his sis. Gotta love the fuzzy elf.
Riley the Sadist848: Yes, he does. And he is. Ooh...you've given me some ideas. That would be beautiful, especially since I love purple too. Mind if I use 'em? I'll be sure to give you credit.
acupofchamomile: Yes, definitely! Rogue trusted him enough to tell him (sighs happily).
scott has a pole up his ass: You know, that's just what I was thinking. Pink overload...aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!
A few days later finds Rogue in the kitchen, savoring an all-too-rare second cup of coffee. It's not often that there's actually some left to enjoy, or enough time to, for that matter. Professor wheels in and smiles warmly at her. "How are you this morning, Rogue? I trust you slept well?" He inquires mildly.
"Yeah, I did. Ran a good session early this mornin', so things seem ta be pretty good, so far."
"That is good to hear. Then I trust that Storm is working out well with running your simulations."
"She's great. At leas' I don' haveta put up with Logan badgerin' me about Remy."Rogue replies with a tinge of sadness.
"Rogue, Logan has always had trust issues. Like you, he's been used and hurt many times over. The difference is, he's suffered over a multitude of decades. Unfortunately, he has harbored the pain and bitterness, instead of learning how to release it in a more proactive way. He cares for you, Rogue. In his own way, he doesn't want to see you hurt." As Rogue opens her mouth to protest, Professor holds up one hand. "I'm not saying that Remy will, mind you, I believe the opposite, actually. I've noticed that Remy has brought out a softer side of you that you've kept hidden for some time. I believe that we are beginning to see the beautiful young woman that has always been kept deep inside, finally emerging. You have grown so much. I think it is a wonderful development. It would seem that you are helping him as well. Both of you have common ground with your pasts and you're learning so much from each other. You are teaching him about what real love is, Rogue. That is something that young Mr. LeBeau has been lacking in his life. I am quite proud of both of you. You have both made great strides, since being here. As for Logan, he is going to have to come to terms with these changes in his own way. I have given him some time off to be on his own, to ponder his actions and hopefully, to come to some kind of acceptance of the things going on around him. He has a difficult time with change, as I'm sure you've noticed." Professor remarks drily.
Rogue giggles, warming Professor's heart at the sound. "Yeah, I've noticed. Thank ya, Professa. Ya've been so good ta me ova tha years, with helpin' me an' all with everythin'. I really do appreciate it." Rogue leans over and kisses his cheek.
"You are most welcome, Rogue. I wish you and Remy all the happiness this world has to offer." Professor takes her hands and smiles fondly.
"Thank ya." Rogue says softly and returns his smile.
"Now, I must go see to getting some medical supplies ordered for Hank." He informs her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze before releasing them.
Rogue watches him leave, a tender smile on her lips. She returns to her beverage, thinking about several different things. Lost in thought, she doesn't notice anything around her, until two strong arms twine around her. She gazes up to see Remy grinning down at her. He leans down and kisses her forehead.
"S' w'at's runnin' t'roug' ma cherie's min'? He asks quietly as he sits down next to her, giving her his undivided attention.
"Oh, nothin' much, Rems. Jus' some differen' things." Rogue answers simply.
"Liiike....?" He looks at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Well I'm thinkin' that we should at leas' set a weddin' date. Then tha otha stuff can be planned accordingly." Rogue informs him.
"Hmm..." Remy pretends to ponder the suggestion for a minute. He gets his desired reaction, when a look of vexation crosses Rogue's face. As her eyes begin to spark in anger, he chuckles deeply. "Kiddin', chere. 'M t'inkin' dat's a bon idea, actually. Would give us some'tin' t' work aroun'." Remy replies as he somehow manages to move Rogue onto his lap. "Aww...don' be mad, Roguey. I jus' love seein' dose belle yeux spark." Remy murmurs close to her ear.
Rogue somehow suppresses the shiver trying to slide down her spine as she affects a pout, looking away from him with her arms folded across her chest.
"C'mon, ma belle precieux tresor. Fo'give moi, s'il vous plait?" Remy purrs as he trails kisses along her neck and jaw. He knows she's not really upset, at least, not anymore.
All thoughts of play-acting gone, Rogue turns her face back to his and places her lips on his in a searing kiss. Just as things are heating up between them, Piotr walks in. He stops short at the sight of the couple and a deep blush creeps up his neck as he stares, mouth agape.
They pull apart, albeit reluctantly on Remy's part and Rogue's face takes on a rosy tint as well.
"Oh....uh.....I-we...." Rogue stutters in embarrassment as Remy smirks.
"Uh....I just needed drinks for Katya and me." Pete mumbles as he makes his way to the fridge, grabbing two cans of soda and making a hasty retreat.
Rogue smacks his shoulder as he laughs. "W'at?!" Remy exclaims as Rogue stands and stomps out the door. Remy gazes after her in confusion, before following her.
At the gazebo, Rogue stands at the end closest to the cliff. She takes a deep breath of the salty air as she hears the slow approach of her fiance.
"W'at was dat all 'bout in dere?" Remy queries in bewilderment as he comes up behind her.
"I'm not mad at ya, Remy." Rogue says softly, unable to face him.
"Seemed like it t' me. If y'r not mad at me, den who?" Remy gently turns her around and raises her chin so she's looking at him.
"Myself." She answers succinctly as she regards him openly.
"Why don' we sit ov'r 'ere an' y' can tell me 'bout it." Remy suggests as he leads her over to one of the bench-style seats. When they are seated, he takes her hands in his own.
Rogue launches into her explanation. "Rems, if Pete hadn'a walked in, I woulda given myself ta ya completely an' I don' wanna do that. At leas', not yet."
"Oui, I r'memb'r 'avin' dat talk wit' y'. Amour, 'm fine wit' waitin' til we're married. I admire dat in y', Marie. Y' weren' de only one responsible f'r w'at 'appened in dere. Desole je suis f'r takin' advantage o' y'r feelin's like dat." Remy pulls her close, her head resting over his heart.
"I love ya so much, Rems. I hope ya know that, sugah." Rogue snuggles into him.
"I love y' t'. I guess dis means we're goin' t' 'ave t' be mo' careful w'en we toget'er." Remy answers with a trace of jesting.
"Yeah, I think so." Rogue responds, laughing lightly.
"Now, I b'lieve y' said somet'in' 'bout settin' a date." Remy replies as he leans back against one wall, taking Rogue with him. As she rests against him, he plays with her fingers.
"Ya know, I recall sayin' somethin' ta that effect." Rogue rejoins.
"Any t'oug'ts on w'en, cherie?"
"If it's okay with ya, I was thinkin' sometime in May." Rogue requests hopefully.
"Sounds bon. Now dat we 'ave a mont', we jus' need a day." Rogue can hear the playful quality in his voice. She pulls out her phone and accesses the calendar, paging to May of the following year."
"Hmmm...How does tha 29th sound ta ya, hon?" She glances up at him questioningly.
"I t'ink we jus' set a date." He smiles down at her and kisses the tip of her nose.
"Now we jus' gotta tell everyone." Rogue informs him cheekily.
"Dat should prove t' be fun. Get ready f'r lots o' pink in de weddin'." Remy teases her.
"Ya keep teasin' me like that an' I'll make sure ya have a pink tux ta wear." Rogue threatens.
"Den I'll 'ave t' make sure de chaton picks out de brig'test pink gown f'r y'." Remy retorts wickedly.
"Ugh! Is it too late ta elope?" Rogue inquires as she pulls a distasteful face.
"Non, but do y' really wan' t' come back t' a bunch o' angry femmes, 'cuz y' took away deir chance t' enjoy 'avin' a weddin'?"
"Nah...Gettin' Kit angry at me ain' worth it." Rogue shakes her head quickly. "Besides, I've already called in someone ta help me with damage control."
"Who would dat be?"
"Wanda."
"Dat should work. Maybe b'tween de t'ree o' y', y' can come t' some kin' o' decision." Remy nods approvingly.
"I really hope so, Rems. I really hope so."
Just a short bit of fun, brought from me, to you. Hope you enjoyed.