POV JAZ

"Why won't yo' just tell moi?" Remy asked for the thousandth time. Jaz's patience was wearing thin. He'd asked the Tigers that ever since he was fully healed and able to walk. The other tigers avoided him at all cost until dinner. Where none one could escape him. And they left Jaz to suffer the never ending question.

Traitors, Jaz though as she spun around and faced Remy.

"Look Firecracker, she'll be here in about twenty minutes-"

"Five if Rouge's driving." Ren said. Jaz glared at her for a moment, and then turned back to Remy.

"So shut up, sit down, and be patient!" Jaz ordered. But Remy had that same look of determination that Rouge would wear until she got what she wanted. Jaz growled.

"Either you sit down, or I sit you down, Firecracker. It's enough to know that he's but your starting to piss me off even more." Remy opened his mouth to say something, but Jay quickly intervened.

"Trust me, you don't want to do that. Just wait I'm sure they'll be here-"Just then the slamming of a car door stopped him.

Jay smiled, "See that's them."

"Good they came just in time," Owen said as he put the last dish on the table. Mamma Sophie scowled and said nothing. Yeah it was no surprise that both Jaz and Mamma Sophie hated Rogue's husband with a passion. It was nothing personally, it was just that, he was well, him.

"This should be eventful," Damon said as he walked in hand and hand with Wanda. Jaz smiled at the two. Damon had come to the mansion a year after Remy had left and he had swooped Wanda off her stubborn, hot-tempered feet not soon after. Like the rest of the Tigers, they were happily married. But what Jaz liked about him was that he fit in with the group in an instant. Like everyone except Kitty, Damon had a dark sense of humor.

"Can't wait to see what chaos comes from this lovely dinner," Wanda said as she kissed Damon's cheek and walked over to stand by the rest of the Tigers while Damon helped Owen and Mamma Sophie.

Not long after, the house residents poured into the kitchen like a flood. Children ranging from ages 10 and above; above was for Logan's sake.

After everyone had sat down, Jaz frowned at looked toward the swinging kitchen door. Hmmm, looks like the happy couple is fighting again, Jaz though with a satisfied smirk.

OUTSIDE THE FRONT OF THE MANSION DOOR

POV ROUGE

"Damnit, will ya just shut up! Ah know ya don't want ta do this dinner, Ah got that the first time ya said it, but we're goin in there where ya like it or not." Rogue growled at her husband.

Usually she'd just agree with him to save herself the argument that was sure to follow. But not tonight. Tonight they were going inside and having dinner. Even if Rogue has to drag into that kitchen the whole way kicking and screaming, she didn't give a damn.

"You know that your mother and best friend hate me with a passion unknown to mankind. And the only reason you even want to go today is to rub our marriage in that damn Cajun's face!" He yelled.

Rogue took a deep breathe to try and calm herself. She didn't deny either claim. How could she? She knew her Mamma and Jaz hated him, and she did want to show Remy just what he had left behind when he left 4 years ago.

"Look, just sit through this and we'll be out of her an hour, two tops." Rogue said seductively. Rubbing her hand down his chest, and did a little sexy pout. That usually worked. And tonight it did.

He sighed and nodded.

"Fine. Two hours, Anna." Before Rogue could touch the doorknob, and pushed against the door as he captured her lips with his. His hands started to roam her body and found their way to her tight ass. Rogue moaned.

One of his hands moved from her ass to her right breast and squeezed it. Rogue lifted her head to give him her throat. He went at it hungrily. Soon his hand left her breast and went down those tight jeans she was wearing and passed her thong and into her sweet wet pussy. Rogue arched her back and gasped. She missed this, he was so busy with work that he barely had anytime for her anymore and she was tired of having to use her finger, porn, or vibrator to satisfy her sexually needs.

Her friends often knew when she had almost reached her breaking point. She'd be the biggest meanest, Southern bitch she could be. And whoever was stupid enough to get a taste of her wrath never went back for seconds.

But now was not the time to be doing this. And as much as Rogue wanted to, she knew she couldn't. Not right now.

"Baby we have ta, have ta get inside," Rogue said breathlessly. But he wasn't listening, or maybe he was, because he pushed his fingers as hard and as far as they could go from that angle. Rogue cried out. She didn't give a damn about that dinner right now; all she wanted right now was to have her husband in the closes bed she could find.

Focus Anna. Ula spoke in Rogue's mind. Having Ula was kind of having her as her voice of reason when Rogue was in a position, much like now, where she wasn't thinking straight.

Finding her sense once more, Rogue's voice came back confident as he had once been.

"Stop, we need to go inside." Rouge said as she pushed him away from her. He looked angry for a moment, his beautiful crystal blue eyes, showed that, but he sighed and nodded.

Rogue kissed him on the cheek. "Later," and with that she opened the door and walked inside, her husband closely behind her.

BACK IN THE KITCHEN

Everyone looked toward the kitchen door when they heard the front door close. They all held their breath as the kitchen door opened and there stood Rouge wearing a simple rich green shirt with a pair of black pants and black running shoes. Beside her stood her husband in a dark blue suit, Warren Washington the third.

"Sorry we're late ya'll."

SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE BEEN DEALING WITH SCHOOL. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER AND DON'T FOR GET TO ADD AND COMMENT I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK.

AND I'M SORRY RATS XP, BUT YOU'LL SEE WHY I HAD TO CHOOSE WARREN. OH AND SORRY I MISSPELLED THE NAME. IT WAS NOW CALLED FALLEN ROSE PETALS :)