CHAPTER 7

"Let's make one thing clear Cajun, this ain't no date, got that? Ah'm still married so if ya think ya gonna be getting-"He cut her off. When he had shown up at her house, Rogue almost went slack jaw. Remy was wearing a tux with a red silk undershirt. His now longer hair was pulled into a loose ponytail behind his head. Rogue didn't say anything for several minutes. All she could do was just stared at him, eyes wide. Now they were sitting down at this nice restaurant waiting for their waiter to take their order.

"Wasn't planning on it Petite. Remy heard yo' the first time loud and clear." Remy said looking up from his menu with a slight frown and a sad look in his eyes. Rogue quickly looked down at her own menu, not wanted to see the look he was giving her. But she could still feel his eyes on her.

"Yo' never did answer Remy's question, Petite." Remy said suddenly. Rogue looked up at him and tried to swallow the frog in her throat.

"Wha' question?" Rogue asked playing dumb. Remy gave her a look and was about to answer when the waiter finally came up to their table. Perfect timin, Rogue thought as she looked away from Remy to the waiter, Remy did the same.

"What would you like to drink?" He asked as he never took his eyes off Rogue. She was pretty sure that the waiter knew that Remy was there, but chose to ignore him, or just refused to notice him.

"White wine for me Homme," Remy said a little forcefully. The waiter turned to him almost in shock then turned slightly red from embarrassment of getting caught.

"Yes sir, and you Ma'ma?"

"An extra dirty Martini, shaken, not stirred, extra olives." Rogue said. Remy raised an eyebrow at her. She just shrugged. Rogue had a feeling that before the night was over she was going to need something stronger in her system than wine tonight.

"Right away, I'll be back with your drinks in a moment." When the waiter was gone Remy asked.

"Somethin' yo' wanna tell this Cajun, petite?" Rogue shook her head.

"Just havin' a feelin' Ah'm need something strong in meh system tonight," Rogue said before her phone went off.

Rogue looked down at it and noticed the number immediately. She swore.

"Somethin' wrong, petite?" Remy asked concerned. Rogue put her finger to her lips, before she answered the phone.

"Rogue where are you?" Warren asked on the other line. She started to feel guilty about just leaving without tell him that she wouldn't be home.

"Ah'm out with a friend, Warren." Rogue answered. She wasn't lying. When she had finally gotten over her anger and pain, she had begun to forgive Remy and see him more as a friend. Much to Warren's displeasure.

"And why the hell didn't you tell me! I could have finished my work? But instead I come home to check on my wife and apologize and find that she's not even here? What the hell Anna?" And just like that, that guilty feeling vanished.

"Bye Warren. Ah'm in no mood ta deal with ya temper tantrum tonight," Rogue said as she hung up the phone, turned it off and put it in her purse.

"Yo' didn' tell bird boy that you were goin' out?" Remy asked amused. Rogue glared at him.

"Ah don' have ta tell him every lil thin' Ah'm doin'. He's meh husband, not meh owner." Rogue hissed at him.

"Forgive moi petite, Remy didn' mean anythin' by it." Rogue nodded.

"Sorry, it's just…"

"Are you both ready to order?" Rogue jumped and turned to see the waiter standing at their table. They ate in silence, glancing at each other every so often. Even time Rogue was caught staring at Remy she would blush madly and look back down at her plate. Damnit, he still has that effect on meh. Even after four years. Rogue looked into Remy's eyes. Red on black… just like- Rogue shook her head forcefully. No. Don't go there. Don't. Rogue reminded herself bitterly.

"Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter?" Remy said suddenly and made Rogue's head snap up and look at him like he had grown another head.

"Huh?"

"Yo' wedding. Wha season was it?" Rogue frowned.

"Uh, Fall."

"Hmm, that doesn't sound like yo' petite."

Rogue sighed. "It wasn't. Warren was dead set on a fall wedding in New York. Ah would have preferred a spring weddin' righ' when the flowers are bloomin'. That way Ah could weave some in meh hair, most likely Cherry Blossoms, because of the color."

Remy looked at her in surprise.

"So yo' had the wedding here? Not down in Mississippi? And why didn't yo' put the flowers in yo' hair anyway. It ain't like yo' ta do wha other people yo' too." Rogue shook her head.

"No. But we did have it at the mansion. Which made it a little bit better in a way, Ah guess. And Ah didn't go with the flowers cause of Warren's daddy. The man's a bigger bitch than most women on their cycle." Remy laughed at her.

"Surely he ain't that bad petite," Rogue gave him a look.

"Let's just say, that it wasn't exactly meh dream wedding thanks ta Warren's lovin' family. Mamma almost beat the hell out of his grandmamma." Remy throw back his head and laughed. He could just see her mere doing just that.

"Must have been one hell of a weddin'," Remy said as he shook his head.

"Oh it was," Rogue muttered under her breath.

After a moment, Remy stood up and held out his and to Rogue.

Rogue looked at him.

"Come on Anna,"

"And where are we goin'?" Rogue asked taking his hand, their food forgotten.

"We're goin' dancin'," He said as he put a hundred on the table and he and Rogue walked out of the restaurant.

Remy didn't waste any time as he took her to the new and hottest dance club. The music was booming in the club, men and woman were dancing, laughing, drinking, and having fun. The bouncer looked us up and down. Rogue looked down at herself. Grinning, she hands Remy her purse, and grabs her dress and rips it mid-thigh. Throwing the ripped off material away, she looked back at the bouncer with a raised eyebrow. Remy looked at Rogue astonished.

"Was the dress to long for yo' petite?" Remy asked her.

Rogue winked at him. "Can' dance in a long dress like this Rems."

The bouncer looked bewildered for a moment, then nodded and let them enter the club. The people behind them yelled at them and the bouncer.

Different color lights flashed, and Remy and Rogue looked for a table. Remy grabbed her hand and leaded her to a table.

"Come on, Remy found one!" Remy yelled over the music, Rogue nodded.

They sat down at the table and Rogue looked down at the dance floor in longing. Remy frowned at her.

"Dance with moi?" Remy asked as he stood and held out his hand to her. Rogue looked at it for a moment and took it with a huge smile on her face. Rogue tugged Remy on the dance floor. Just as they stepped on the floor, salsa music started to play. Rogue gave Remy a dangerous smile and pushed him away and began to move her body. Remy eyed her as he circled her. As soon as the words started to flow, they were against each other, tango/salsa dancing with each other. Other people moved away from the two and watched the two in awe.

Rogue grinded and spun and moved her body in ways that she had always longed to do when she had married Warren. But he was so busy that she didn't get to dance like this anymore. He always wanted her to attend some kind of party or host something. She missed feeling this sexy and free. When the song had finally ended, the two mutants had their bodies pressed to each other, Rogue's leg was wrapped around Remy's waist, and he held her lower thigh and pressed them even closer to each other, their faces inches away from each other's face.

The sexual tension was so obvious that the club seemed thick with it. Suddenly everyone started counting.

"Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two…"

"ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone yelled at the top of their lungs. The moment the clock struck twelve, Remy kissed her. Rogue was shocked by the sudden kiss, but soon she melted into the kiss. The passion, the fire, Rogue missed it. She messed the passion that she felt in a single kiss. Rogue had never felt this kind of passion since she had started dating Warren. This kind of passion went away the day Remy did. And Rogue missed that kind of passion like a thirsty man missing water. The kiss that curled your toes up sent a shocking tingle up your spine.

Rogue kissed Remy back with everything she had. They pulled away from each other to catch their breath.

"Rogue, Remy sorry. Its new years and-"

"Shut up and kiss meh again Cajun!" Rogue snarled and slammed her lips back to Remy's again. He didn't resist.

The moment Remy kissed her; she knew what her new year's resolution was going to be. Remy. She refused to let Warren neglect her just because he wanted to work more than spend time with his own wife. Ah'll be damned, Rogue snarled at in her mind. If he didn't want to spend any time with her then she knew just the person who would love to do just that. But the voices in her head had different ideas.

Like Rogue what are you doing! You're married, you can't do this!

Strips have you lost your mind? Just because the Cajun is a good lay doesn't mean that you have to give up your husband for him! If you want wing man to be better at sex, take him to some sex clubs!

Ewwww! Like that is like so disgusting Mr. Logan!

Whatever half-pint.

Thev right Rogue, vou can't do this!

Oh come on, are you guys telling me that you'd give up that sexy man?

Like Tabby, you're not helping!

Oh Kitty shut up already.

"All of you shut up! If Ah want ya advice then Ah'd ask for it. Otherwise, shut the hell up and be quite." Rogue thought as Remy shoved Rogue into the girl's bathroom and began to kiss up and down her neck and hands lifted up the hem of her dress.