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Chapter 3: Mischievous request.

Rogue walked cautiously down one of the dark aisles of what seemed to be a warehouse. With tall shelves filled with junk at both of her sides, she was making an effort to keep mental track of the location of her team mates; it was hard, though, because they couldn't see each other and the place was huge, but that was exactly the point of the final part of this session: team work.

"Kurt, a few steps ahead of me; Scott, three aisles from here. Jean, on the other side. Kit… where's Kit? Oh yeah: in the northwest side of the room, with Jubilee. An'… curse him… Gambit: where's he?"

The silence and suspense ended all of a sudden, as energy blasts coming from every directions started to attack them. Rogue threw herself to the floor and tried to crawl her way out of there, but a big explosion right in front of her blinded her for about a couple of seconds; next, she managed to stand up and run, dodging several blasts and obstacles.

Right when she thought she was almost out of there, a gigantic boom was heard.

"Rogue!" someone yelled behind her back, but when she turned around it was too late: a heavy shelf with scrap iron was falling on her, like a house of cards. Before she could do anything, she felt pulled away and thrown to the ground, while all kind of metallic pieces fell everywhere around.

"Program 481516: finished".

Once these words resounded in the whole place, the warehouse was gone and the X-Men found themselves in an empty Danger Room.

"Y' 'kay, chere?"

Rogue gasped for air, realizing she was still lying on the floor next to Remy.

"Get off me!" she burst out, standing up quickly. "Ah'm fine", and saying this, she walked away from him, leaving the Room.

"What's up with her?" the Cajun asked Kitty casually, brushing off the dust from that stupid uniform they made him wear.

"Well, Remy, it's like, you know… her power and stuff". He gave her a questioning look, so the girl continued: "She doesn't like people being close to her, 'cause she thinks she could, like, hurt them".

"Right." he nodded. "So, she can't control it?"

"No; she's tried therapy with the professor and everything, but it's like she just can't". They walked out of the Danger Room. "See, right now, me and some of the guys are gonna go to the pool, you know? But I don't ask Rogue to come, 'cause she'd, like, totally kick me or something. You know what I mean?"

"Oui" Remy nodded again, while images of Rogue's body wearing a tiny swimsuit flashed through his mind. "I know".

(…)

After taking a shower, Rogue started to clean up her room on a failed attempt to think about something else, or maybe just not to think at all. It was so strange, because different sides of her, thought different things about this situation.

In one hand, she felt so messed up, wondering how in the world she was capable of doing something like this, who in the hell she had become the second she decided to do what she did; she wasn't sure if she had turned into a different person since that moment, or if the one that showed up was the real Rogue, that had been waiting to come out.

"Damn… Ah'm a slut" she concluded, and thinking about it was so weird she couldn't avoid to laugh a little. And that's when we get to the other hand: was it actually that wrong? It'd be awesome if a rightness-wrongness scale existed, where we could measure our acts; but there isn't, and Rogue didn't know what to think about herself anymore. Of course she enjoyed it, of course she'd love to do it again, but was this bad for her?

And if all of this wasn't problematic enough, now Remy was staying in the institute. He didn't look at her directly the previous night, when it was announced he was staying, but she could perceive that sarcastic and teasing shade of meaning on his words:

"Dis be a fine place" she mimicked the way he spoke, while swiping the floor. "Jerk".

But, hey: wasn't this her fault, after all?

And then, after dinner, he had come to her bedroom and knocked on the door again. He said nothing, but she was certain it had been him.

He wanted more than he'd got.

Now: did she?

Rogue took a deep breathe and sat down; only a week after gaining control of her power and she was already all tangled up with someone she barely knew. Way to go.

So she needed to go out for a while, take some air, see different people, and especially, she wanted to get away from him. Being on the mansion meant she could stumble across him at any moment, and not only having to deal with his cockiness: she'd have to deal with temptation.

(…)

It was about 2 pm when she came out of her bedroom; she'd have some lunch outside and then would go walk or wander around for a while: anything that could distract her a little.

She decided to take the kitchen's back door, imagining the place would be empty at this hour; she was right, and it was a relieve recognizing she didn't meet Remy on her way.

That is, until she twisted the knob, and an arm on a black leather jacket appeared in front of her face to keep the door closed.

"Where y' goin' so lonely, chere?" he smirked, staring at her in a way that almost made her quiver.

Rogue gritted her teeth; this is exactly what she'd wanted to avoid.

"All right Swamp Rat" she huffed, trying to look serious. "Say whatever the hell yah wanna say an' then leave me alone".

"Swamp Rat, hein?" he raised a brow.

"Yeah: Swamp Rat. You've got a problem with that?"

"I've got a problem, oui".

She was about to reply but he didn't allow her to. Right then, he shoved her against the wall and kissed her intensely, one hand holding her face and the other one reaching her waist. She tried to push him away at the beginning, but when he wrapped his arm around her and pressed his body against hers, any attempt to get away vanished completely.

Nothing else existed around her, besides his warm lips drinking from hers like he was thirsty to dead. She never imagined a kiss could imply so many things at the same time: it was his rough jaw against hers, his breathing, his scent, certain sensation of feeling protected by his tall frame and broad chest.

It just felt so ridiculously good…

And then Remy went down to her neck and collarbones, kissing them repeatedly.

"Wait…" she breathed, her eyes still half closed, but then reacted when she felt his hands going lower and lower down her back. "Wait, wait Remy! What…?" she pushed him away a little to meet his unique red on black eyes. "This is… we shouldn't…"

"Why not? 'Cause dey don't know y' can do dis?" he placed a slight kiss on her lips.

"Even… yah crazy?! Even if they knew it!"

"But y' want it, don't y'?" She had to laugh at that puppy dog expression of him.

Was this actually even happening?

"Yah're just not good for me, Cajun. Yah're such a player".

"Ah! Remy can be very, very good t' y' if y' lemme show y'" he caressed her chin with his ungloved fingers. "B'sides: y' be de one dat started t' play, remember?"

It was pointless to pretend she didn't like him and send him to hell; it was immature to act shy and all offended. It was time to deal with the consequences of her actions, and just be herself and speak nothing but her mind.

"Ah guess".

They stared into each other's eyes, like trying to figure who'd be the one to hold this gaze longer; he was about to speak when the both of them heard the same thing, and Rogue's eyes widened like plates: someone was coming.

"Let me go!" she whispered, but he had something else on mind.

"Non".

"What's wrong with yah?!" she complained, trying to release herself from his hold, but it wasn't easy, and it seemed he found this pretty amusing. "What the heck yah laughin' at? Let me go!"

"All right" he murmured to her right ear, his face hidden by her auburn hair. "But y' gotta let Remy in t' yer room t'night".

Rogue felt like the ground under her feet disappeared.

"What?!" it was the only thing she could think of saying.

"Y' heard me, chere" he grinned.

The voices were getting closer and closer; anyone who just stepped a foot inside the kitchen would see them right away, in this particular situation.

"Yah're a damn…!"

"If I were y', I'd answer soon".

"Nah!"

"Bien" he shot back, and started to kiss her neck again, as she desperately fought to release herself from his firm grasp.

With horror, she recognized the voices belonged to Scott and Jean.

"All right, all right!" she finally agreed, not without annoyance. Immediately he let her go:

"Twelve o'clock" he winked, and right away disappeared down a lateral hallway.

When Scott and Jean appeared, Rogue was just standing there, holding on tightly to her bag.

"Are you going out?" the telepath asked, smiling.

"Ah…" Rogue mumbled: "...yeah…" and saying this, she walked mechanically out the door.

Note: Hi everyone! I have my last exam tomorrow, and guess what? I didn't study one bloody thing! BwahahahaI That's because I already have enough grades to succeed, so… whatever! Screw chemical reactors! Oh, it feels so good behaving bad ;-)

I had never written a Danger Room scene, so I hope it's ok like that. Another thing: I don't know if I write the making out-cuddling scenes right; I try to.

I wanna send virtual hugs to all of you, my dear reviewers! You guys rock my socks :-) Thanks so much for supporting my crazy ideas.