As I write this, I begin to see less Romy and more Kiotr. Since I think of the Kiotr relationship as more sweetness than humor, I don't think I'll be able to pull through with all the Romy I promised. However, they'll still be present (of course).

Sorry it took so long, but I couldn't think of how to continue it with what I wanted to do, so I tried a different approach. I have no idea what they're going to do with the stuff Rogue got from Eleanor, I just couldn't think of anything else. Oh well, time to get creative I suppose.

Chapter 9

"Chere, y' sure 'bout dis?" Remy asked Rogue for what felt like the millionth time.

Rogue glared at her beau over her shoulder. He'd been asking that for the last twenty minutes, and she was getting rather annoyed. This wasn't the first time she played matchmaker, and it wouldn't be the last if she had anything to say about it, so he should realize she knew what she was doing! Didn't her man have any faith in her?

"Sugah, if ya ask meh that one mo' time, Ah'm gonna drop ya on th' side o' th' road!" she flipped the bike into a wheelie as warning, smirking when Remy's grip tightened around her waist. It wasn't often she let others ride on her "baby", so he naturally took the chance of a lifetime when she asked if he wanted to take his bike or hers. Remy had to admit, the green motorcycle ran like new. Rogue certainly took care of it.

They pulled to a stop in front of Rosario's where Eleanor was waiting for them. She smiled when she saw Rogue pull to a stop and hurried over, carrying a bundle in her arms. Rogue grinned when the Mexican girl stopped in front of her and placed the bundle in her arms. The waitress looked at her mother's restaurant and back at Rogue with a meaningful look. Rogue smiled.

"Thanks, sugah, you can go on back now."

"Of course," Eleanor said with a slight nod in Remy's direction. "Remy. Good luck, Rogue!"

"See y', p'tite," Remy shouted as she ran back to the building. Rogue grinned and handed the bundle back to Remy, whom placed the small thing in his jacket. Revving her engine dangerously, Rogue sped off down the road. "So, where we goin' anyway, chere? Y' never did tell Remy."

"It's a suhprise, sugah," she informed him distractedly. "But they're gonna love it!"

Remy frowned and shook his head. He wished Rogue would stop worrying about Kitty and Piotr and start worrying about him. He hadn't felt her body under his in two days! It was driving him crazy to say the least. Even Logan had been shooting him odd looks that clearly stated he didn't like whatever was wrong with the Cajun because it was messing up their one-on-one Danger Room sessions.

"I hope so, chere."

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"Wha's all dis den?" Remy asked as he unloaded the bundle. A tape recorder, two packs of cigarettes, six spy-like ear phones and watches fell out. Remy was surprised to see that the shirt it had been wrapped in was actually a very slinky, very sexy looking nighty. He held up the forest green material and looked at Rogue questioningly.

"Remy don' t'ink da p'tite gon' be f'r wearin' dis."

Rogue looked at the nighty and smirked, grabbing it from his hands. "That ain't fo' Kitty, sugah," she said with a slight shake of her head, "that's motivation!"

"Motivation?" Remy blinked in confusion. Sometimes his woman could be really baffling.

"Yup," she said proudly. "Ah had Eleanor pick it up fo' meh, t' encourage you t' work."

"So dis is..."

"Mine, if yo' a good boy."

Remy's frown turned into a devilish smirk. He liked the way Rogue thought! This little bribe only made him love her more. Now he remembered why he stayed with her all this time, even though she could be a little eccentric from time to time. She knew exactly how to get her way, and she didn't hesitate when the time came. Of course, there were other reasons he loved her, but that would just be getting unnecessarily mushy, and he wasn't too fond of that idea.

"Rogue, Remy mention how much he love da way you t'ink?"

"Once o' twice," Rogue responded seductively. "It nevah hurts t' hear it though."

"Den Remy love da way y' t'ink!"

"Ah know," Rogue grinned widely. "So do Ah."

Remy pouted at the lack of action, but it only made Rogue chuckle. Leaning over, she kissed him soundly and then went about sorting through her new toys. These would certainly help in their mission, so long as Pyro and Magma didn't screw things up like they had with Scott and Jean. Ah well, if they did she would just find some other way to fix it. Hadn't she when Jean stopped talking to Scott?

Remy watched Rogue with a slight smile. His chere was truly a special one, and he would never forget how lucky he was to have her. He moved forward to help in any way he could. If her plans didn't work, at least she would finish this part faster and he could get her back in bed. Though, Remy highly doubted they wouldn't work. His Rogue was good at what she did after all, and she didn't let anything stop her from succeeding. It was only one other reason why he loved her.

"So, what we gon' do, chere?"

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"Remy!" Rogue screeched as Remy pulled her baby to a stop in the mansion's garage. She had decided to be lenient and let him drive back as payment for sticking by her. Obviously, she regretted her decision now. "Did ya scratch him? He's just a baby!" she whined pitifully, climbing off the back and checking over "his" front.

Remy rolled his eyes. Rogue could get a bit too emotional about her bike. He watched as she moved around the green and gold motorcycle, triple-checking for any scratches he might've involuntarily made during their trip. Honestly, she knew he could handle himself on a bike! He had his own, didn't he? But she refused to think that anyone driving her baby besides her would scratch him or do something to him that would end her world.

"Remy t'ink y' care more f'r dat bike den him," he deadpanned as she started her fourth checkup. Rogue looked at him innocently, her green eyes twinkling in the bright lighting of the garage.

"How'd ya guess?" she asked seriously. Remy blanched, unable to believe what he'd just heard. He looked at Rogue for any signs of teasing but found none. He felt his heart break at her admission and couldn't stop gaping at her.

"Chere..." he started softly, disbelievingly.

Rogue managed to keep her face straight a few seconds longer before laughter took over. She fell to the floor laughing. Remy watched her, feeling his broken heart mend rapidly. He sighed a breath of relief, thankful she'd merely been teasing. Glaring at his laughing girlfriend, he leaned over the bike to watch her.

Rogue calmed enough to wipe tears from her eyes. Grinning up at Remy, she held out a hand for him to help her up since she'd fallen on her butt during her laughing fit. Remy was about to refuse to help her, but he decided against it at the last moment. This could be his chance after all. Payment for all she'd put him through these past few days.

He pulled her up with a bit more strength than needed and she landed almost painfully against his chest. Rogue raised her eyes to meet his, smiling mock-bashfully at the feral smirk on his face. It seemed Remy didn't like her innocent joke as much as she did.

"Uh, Remy?"

"Now, now, chere," he chided gently, waving a finger, "y' really had Remy worried dere. We can' have dat now, c'n we?"

Rogue gulped and shook her head. "No, cain't have that."

"Didn' t'ink so," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "So, how y' gon' make it up t' Remy?"

Rogue grinned slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ah'll find some way, Ah'm sure."

Remy grinned as well and leaned down, anxious to kiss his belle fille. She started to lean up as well, her eyes hooded as they drew ever nearer. Almost...almost...almo...

"Hey, you two seen Scooter anywhere?" Logan asked gruffly, pushing between the two. Remy let go of Rogue reluctantly, shooting her an insufferable look. Rogue just chuckled and shrugged.

"Ain't he at school, Logan?" she asked, looking at her watch. "They still have a couple o' hours left befo' they get home."

"Right," Logan drawled as he rummaged through the tool drawer and pulled out a socket wrench. "Forgot. Well, I'm off ta fix 'Ro's sink. Apparently, porcupine sheds wood."

"Oh!" Rogue winced in sympathy. "Have fun."

"Hmph," Logan snorted. "I would tell you two the same, but you would. At least get a room!"

He stormed out of the garage, leaving the two southerners alone again. Remy watched him go, then turned back to his beautiful Rogue. He smirked and stepped forward, fully intending on continuing.

"Where were we?"

"Not now, sugah," Rogue said distractedly, holding the bundle of supplies again. "We have t' get everythin' set up fo' Amara, Scott, an' Jean when they get back."

Remy gaped at Rogue as she flounced out of the room. "Chere? Amour? Aw, c'mon, cut Remy a break!"

His answer was silence. Shoulders slumped, he followed Rogue's trek to their bedroom. Logan would have to pay for ruining his chance! Oh yes, he would pay! Remy would make sure of that.