When Rogue got home at 3 in the morning, she was surprised to see her husband still waiting up for her. A glass and bottle of bourbon sat next to him. Rogue raised her eyebrow at him.

"Shouldn't ya be in bed by now? Ya have a meetin' in four hours." Rogue said as she took off her high heels. She shrugged when he didn't answer, and she set her keys and purse on the café table near the front door. Warren looked her up and down before taking his glass of bourbon and drinking it all one gulp.

"Your dress is ripped." She tilted her head to the side and frowned at him. That was the last thing she expected to hear him say. He didn't even sound concerned.

"Yeah, it was ta long ta go dancin' in." He nodded.

"You look sexy," He said as he got up from his recliner and went over to her. Rogue watched him warily. She expected him to start yelling and screaming at her. But this? This throws her for a loop. Warren stopped just in front of her. Crystal blue eyes meet emerald green. And he kissed her, kissed her with such passion that it left Rogue's head spinning when he finally ended the kiss.

He didn't even give her time to recover before he shoved her into the wall, his hand in her hair, arm around her waist. She was about to shove him away from her, but stopped when he pulled away first, then left her there, stunned and dazed.

W-what the hell was that? Rogue though as she tried to catch her breath. Her back slid down the wall and she sat there for a moment or two. Shaking her head, she got up and went upstairs and went to bed next to her husband.

This is goin ta be a very interestin' year. Rogue thought as she fell asleep.

…

"You throw like a girl!" Ren taunted. Rogue laughed.

"Whatever, you throw like Cam, and that's even worse!" Rogue shot back as she dodged one of Ren's psionic black blades that she throws at her. Ren had asked for them pacifically, that and telepathic immunity so that way no one could enter her mind. Rogue knew the reason for the immunity; her father had become a cruel man after Ren's mother died. Possibly murdered by her own father. He would often use a telepath so that way he would know Ren's every move. The day Rogue found her, her father had almost killed her. Rogue barely got to her in time.

"Hey, leave my husband alone!" Ren laughed.

"You tell her baby!" Cam said from the sideline. By the end of the sparing session, Rogue had Ren flat on her back, with Rogue straddling her hips.

"Now this is sexy. Are you sure we can't have a threesome just one more time?" Rogue got off of Ren and hit Cam upside his head.

"Pervert." Rogue muttered under her breath.

"Threesome?" All three turned to find Remy watching them with a Cheshire cat grin.

Rogue rolled her eyes at him.

"Why are we surrounded by perverts Ren?" Ren hung her arm around Rogue's shoulders.

"I don't know. Come on, let's go cleaned up and meet up with the rest of the girls." Rogue groaned in responds.

"Don't even start; you know you're not getting out of this one. Not this time. Your husband has been keeping you to himself for long enough."

Cam snorted. "Last I heard he wasn't even around much." Ren gave him a murderous look and opened her mouth to say something, when Rogue started to leave.

Rogue didn't even look at either of them as she walked out of the DR and headed toward the showers. Rogue showered and changed rather quickly, even though she didn't really want to go on this little shopping trip, but she did miss hanging out with the girls ever since new year's day. That day, Warren spent more time at home. More time with her that it almost drove Rogue crazy. Her Mamma and Jaz though he was up to something. Rogue shook her head. Remy was waiting outside the girl's locker room.

"If Ah didn't know any betta, boys aren' aloud in here," Rogue said with a smirk. Remy was wearing a tight plain black t-shirt and tight black jeans with his trade mark trench coat and smirk.

"Remy's non garçon chère," Rogue laughed.

"Of course ya aren' Remy." Rogue couldn't quite meet Remy's eyes just yet. What he told her that day on New Year's still played in her mind.

FLASH BACK

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. His hands dipped into her thong and she almost cried out. His hands were like fire, scorching her skin with each touch; and she would gladly let the fires of temptation burn her with just one night with her ex-lover. When Rogue started to undo Remy's pains, he hissed, withdrew his hands from under her dress, and pinned her hands to her side.

Rogue looked at him in confusion.

"Remy wha is it? Ah know ya want this as badly as Ah do, Sugah," Rogue said seductively. Her emerald green eyes burned into his demonic ones. There was a slight purr to her tone that made Remy's knees shake slightly. But it didn't show on his face, his face was serious. Something Rogue really saw in Remy's playful flirtatious nature.

"Qui, Remy wants this, Chere. But Remy wants ta know wha yo' hiddin from this Cajun first." Rogue felt a panic go through her. He couldn't mean… no, they'd never tell him…. Right?

"Ah don't know wha ya talkin bout Rems." Rogue said with a straight face and hoped that her voice sounded even. Remy looked at her for a long moment, one that seemed to stretch like a riverbed. When Remy spoke, his tone was soft, yet firm.

"Remy knows yo' lyin' Chere-" he pressed his body closer to hers. Making sure she felt him, his body, his heat, his desire. "And Remy will wait for yo' to tell him the truth." And with that, Remy kissed Rogue on the cheek and calmly left the bathroom.

END FLASHBACK

Remy opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when Ren came out of the bathroom and grabbed her arm without saying a word. Rogue groaned in response to being manhandled, but otherwise said nothing. Nothing she could say or do would get her out of it, plus she missed her friends and mother dearly, so why try?