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The jet ride home was a silent one. Piotr's head rested in Kitty's lap, while she slowly ran her fingers through his charcoal colored hair. After he warmed up and ate what he could, some of his color started to come back within his cheeks. He was still very weak.

Rogue felt the need to ask him so many questions. How did he become a prisoner to Sinister? She already figured that he couldn't use his powers, because Mystique had mentioned that all of the mutants had their powers inhibited while in Sinister's death camp. Mystique hadn't mentioned anything about collars, so they must have been shot up by the same inhibitor that Shaw used on herself and Ms. Marvel.

She looked down at the piece of paper within her hands. Emma had found it. The wadded up piece of trash held a lot of valuable information. It was proof that a Trask member by the name of William Stuart was donating quite a bit of money to help aid Sinister's unknown cause. It was an odd coincidence that Shaw had also used not only an inhibitor formula on her, but also an enhancement formula created by Trask enterprises as well. He said that he had murdered the scientist who created it, but could he have been lying? Could he have said that to make sure any ties back to Trask were severed? She knew they were tied somehow, because one of Shaw's captives was under that mad doctor's care, and he was in this very jet right now. She would definitely have to converse with Emma about the whole complex situation. Speaking of Emma…

Rogue turned her head towards her newfound friend. The normally composed woman looked a mess. Her eyes were blood shot from her grief. She held the hand of a man lying down on a makeshift cot.

It hadn't taken them very long to release the blonde haired man from his liquid prison. They had debated if they should take the whole capsule with him contained, but decided that the jet didn't have enough power to keep the capsule up and running. They wouldn't have been able to figure it out anyway. Even Kitty had looked confused when she was confronted with all the different wires held within the machine. Wolverine did the honors of slashing through the thick glass to release its contents. They immediately did what they could for the limp body that fell out. The man was far from conscious. He was in a comatose state.

Rogue would never be able to feel or understand the amount of confusion that Emma had to be feeling at this moment. Rogue didn't have to listen to her friend's thoughts to get it.

Emma didn't know if the hand she held belonged to her real brother or not. Meaning, she didn't know if it was Christian, or a clone. None of them knew what to expect. If he was a clone, would he be preprogramed with all of Christian's thoughts and memories? And if he was a clone, was that her actual brother that was murdered? Her heart went out to Emma.

"Don't feel sorry for me. I hate it."

Rogue knew she was probable mentally broadcasting loudly. "I don't think that's possible. " She didn't know what else to say. What else could she say?

Emma continued to stare at the man in front of her. "Its so weird-" She looked back up at the two toned haired woman. "—seeing someone who you think is dead."

Rogue went and sat down next to her. "I know." Her statement was simple, yet true.

The jet landed 30 minutes later. They had called ahead and spoke with Jean, to make sure that she would be there when they landed. They had two men that needed her attention.

When they landed, both men were rushed to the med bay, aided by Warren.

Emma went with her 'brother', and Kitty refused to leave Piotr's side.

Rogue gathered their belongings from the jet. As she stepped out, she noticed that Remy was waiting for her. He rushed forward, and grabbed their things. "Let me get these Chère. You've had a long day."

She appreciated the gesture. "We all have."

The two walked in silence towards the mansion's entrance.

Kara poked her head out from the door. She didn't like what she saw. The two were a little too close for her comfort. "Remy, are you coming?"

Remy about had it with Kara's jealousy. "In a moment. I will be up shortly."

When the dark haired woman didn't move, Remy lost some of his patience. "Why are you still here?"

Kara's face went through a serious of expressions. It went from hurt, to offended, to enraged. She slammed the door, and Rogue could almost hear her stomping away inside.

Gambit threw his head back, and let out a loud sigh. "I'll be paying for that comment the rest of the evening."

Rogue smirked in his direction. "It was kind of harsh. I don't know how I would feel if Warren would have said that to me when he was walking with another woman."

It was Remy's turn to smirk. "He would be crazy to want to be with someone else while with you."

Rogue suddenly dropped her bags. "Why do you keep doing that?"

Gambit was a little more than confused. "Doing what?"

"The flirting! Its so…so...fucking confusing!" She didn't want to play their little games anymore. She needed answers. "One day you're trying to kiss me, the next day your pissed at me for some unknown reason. Don't you realize what you're doing to me?"

Her emotional day was getting to her. "I can't keep having these conflicting feelings between us. I can't take it any more! When you held me at that lab, it felt so right! I know you felt the same! I am falling for you all over again."

Remy continued to intensely stare at her in silence.

She was loosing her patience. "Say something!"

He quickly pushed her up towards the nearest wall, and crashed his mouth onto hers. Her legs naturally lifted, circling themselves around his waste. Her mouth tasted of cherries, and he couldn't get enough of her sweet lips. They both kissed each other with the strongest need and desire.

She grabbed his hair firmly within her fingers, not able to bring him close enough to her. His natural scent was the most enticing smell she had ever encountered. She allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, caressing her own in a passionate dance. She tightened her legs, feeling his manhood press firmly against her core.

His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. For the first time since their friendship blossomed into something more, she was confessing her real feelings to him. She was baring her soul. This moment was heavenly and felt so right. But then he came back to his senses. He couldn't break it off with Kara because of the guild's business. Not yet anyway. He had to stick with it. If the guild became powerful enough to take over the assassin's, his exile would be lifted. She would never understand. She seemed so happy and content, and he was going to be the bastard to fuck it up.

He released his mouth from hers, and slowly lowered her to the ground. The look of confusion on her face was enough to break his heart.

He leaned his forehead in to touch hers. He knew he was going to regret the next words that he whispered for the rest of his life. "Rogue, I do care for you. More than you will ever know, but…" He could barely let the words leave his mouth.

He didn't have to. She finished his sentence for him. "-but you're with Kara."

She took a step away from him. He already missed their closeness. He couldn't even nod his head. He felt like he was going to be sick. He didn't know how she was going to react.

She looked down at her feet, and back up at him. Her eyes looked like they were threatening to overflow with tears. He hated himself for making her upset.

She wiped at her eye with a delicate finger. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic, huh?"

Her comment surprised him. "Far from it Chère."

"Please don't call me that Remy."

She quickly picked up her bags, and headed inside.

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When he arrived in his room, he wasn't surprised to see Kara waiting for him. He didn't say a word to her. Instead, he headed straight towards his bathroom to take a shower. He was rather annoyed to find that she was still there when he got out. To him, that woman represented the final crushing blow to his one chance of being happy.

He attempted to get dressed in silence.

"Well?"

He turned towards her. "Well what?"

"You aren't going to apologize to me?"

"Apologize for what? For walking with another woman?"

"Yes!"

Remy couldn't bear this much longer. "You act like a child. Why do you think Gambit left you for those other woman?"

At his harsh words, Kara began to cry.

He felt guilty. He didn't like to see anyone cry, especially because of him. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just that—"

"Do you love her?" She cut him off.

He contemplated her words. It was easy for him to answer her truthfully. "Yes."

At his words, she began to cry even harder. She stood up and began to shout. "I would do anything for you! Can't you see that I love you so much? You have put me through so much shit!"

She was referring to when he had cheated on her. She would despise him if she knew how elaborate the guild's plans were.

She continued to cry. "Isn't there the smallest piece of you that cares for me too?"

Before Rogue had arrived, Remy did care for Kara. But her actions were showing the kind of person that she really was. He realized he cared for her as a friend, a fuck, but nothing more. He didn't reply, and was thankful when she continued.

"Are you going to leave me for her?"

He would never be able to get with Rogue. Not after today. The thought was almost unbearable. "No."

In the next moment Kara placed her mouth on his. She grabbed his towel from his waste and threw it on the floor, kissing him desperately.

He couldn't find any spark of passion. No lust. No love. His thieving façade took over. If this is how she wanted it, he would give it to her. He roughly grabbed her wrist, and threw her down on the bed. She looked up at him and smirked.

He would wipe that grin off of her face.

He abruptly shoved the length of him in her mouth, and began to thrust at a feverish pace.

She gagged with each thrust he gave her. "You can do better then that petite. I can't even fit myself halfway in your mouth."

He again slammed himself to her face. She tried to take the length of him, and found it to be impossible. She again gagged at the size of him.

He grabbed her arm and flipped her onto her knees, where he swiftly entered her, and began to thrash inside of her. He didn't want to look at her face.

Normally he would enter slowly, allowing her body to get acclimated to his size.

Not tonight. He was angry. Mad at himself. Mad at her. He continued to thrust as he felt her cry out beneath him. He could feel the walls of her slick center grab at him, and release every time she would climax. After her sixth time of screaming his name, he pulled out and released himself onto her lower back.

He rolled over, and felt dead. He hated himself. He hated this. Most of all he hated his father for asking him to do this.

Kara was oblivious to his negative thoughts. She rolled over towards him, drenched in sweat and panting. "That was amazing. I won't be able to walk for a week." She got up and began to dress herself.

She kissed his cheek, and made her way to his door. "I'll see you tomorrow. I need to go take a shower. Love you."

As she shut the door behind her, Remy sat up. He needed to take another shower. He wanted her off of him. In every way.

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Rogue was exhausted. It had been a very long day, and she had class tomorrow. She made her way to her room. As she turned to go down the hallway, she ran right into the last person she wanted to see.

Kara snapped at her. "Watch where you're going!"

Rogue had enough of her. "You watch it!"

Kara stepped up, getting in her face. "Is that a threat?"

Rogue could practically hear the growl in her speech. "You need to back up."

Kara shoved her, causing her to stumble back slightly. BIG mistake.

Rogue grabbed the woman by the throat, and shoved her just a tad bit harder then she meant to, which meant Kara made it halfway down the hall.

Kara slowly stood up, her hand on her throat. She was surprised by the amount of strength the home wrecker produced. When she looked up, Rogue was curious to find out why she was smiling.

"He will never leave me for you. You're pathetic. As a matter of fact, he told me he would never leave me, and then he fucked me to oblivion."

Rogue would never admit it, but those words hurt more than any blow Kara could have given her.

Right as Rogue was about to attack, Jean jumped in between the two. They were causing quite a commotion. "Ladies, control yourselves!"

Kara pushed past Jean, heading towards her room. Jean turned back to Rogue. "I heard what she said to you. I think I would have done the same thing."

Rogue remained silent, and made her way past the red head. When she entered her room she undressed herself, and took a quick shower. When she got out she put on an oversized t- shirt. She laid her head on her pillow, and silently wept until sleep overtook her.

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The next few weeks went by rather quickly. Rogue did her best to concentrate with Logan while teaching, but she found the task almost impossible. Too many things were on her mind, and she made an extreme attempt to make sure that the swamp rat bastard was not one of them.

She was concerned for Emma. She had barely seen her in the past week.

Emma refused to leave the med bay. Jean did everything that she could, but her efforts were in vain. The man was still in a comatose state.

Both telepaths had entered his mind. Both were disappointed to find no trace of any activity. Jean said when she entered she was surrounded by nothing but darkness and there was not one hint that the man on the bed would come to. Which meant that Emma still had no idea if the guy was a clone or not.

When Jean had gently mentioned the idea of pulling the plug, Emma went berserk. She jumped from her chair and attempted to strangle the red head. The only thing that saved Jean was her telekinesis and Rogue.

There was also the little fact that they still needed to investigate this William Stuart character, but trying to locate the guy seemed to be more difficult than they had anticipated. He must be pretty important in the Trask Enterprises ranks, because they were doing an awful lot to keep him anonymous and safe. They had been trying to locate the man since they came back.

At least they had one good outcome out of the whole situation. They had a new team member.

Piotr Rasputin, a.k.a Colossus, had joined the X-men. After a few days in the med bay, Jean released him. Kitty was ecstatic. Rogue liked him well enough, but they were such an odd couple. They were opposites in almost every way. Even when Piotr was not in his steel form, he was still every bit of 6'7. Kitty was lucky if she was even considered 5'5. Everyone who knew Kitty knew that she had a love for shopping, reality TV, and gossip magazines. Piotr was artistic, shy, and super quiet.

Rogue didn't know if that had anything to due with the fact that he was held prisoner at Sinister's lab or not. When he was able to talk, they discovered that he had only been there for a week, but to him it seemed like an eternity. He had been working for Magneto. Apparently, he had heard of the base as well and wanted it destroyed. There was one big difference between him and the X-Men though. When one of their team members goes missing, they find them. He apparently wasn't that concerned about Piotr, because he left him there to rot. He was due to be operated on, but then Sinister abandoned everything, including the large metal man. She thought that had something to do with Mystique escaping. He had to abandon ship to avoid being caught.

She was glad for the extra help though. They would need it.

There also was the fact that Kitty obviously was head over heels for the guy. And she didn't know for sure, but she thought that he reciprocated those feelings.

Huh. Guess opposites do attract.

She glanced at the clock. It was almost 5 o'clock, and she had a date with Warren. Well kind of. He hired a chef to make them a private dinner on the grounds.

Things were actually going really good between the two of them. He treated her great. Actually more than great. He placed her on a pedestal, which was something that she just could not get used to.

Tonight she was going to ask him something. She was sure it was going to make the situation uncomfortable. She had to ask him to get in touch with his father.

It wasn't an unknown fact that he and his father were kind of on the outs. But she needed Warren to ask him about this William Stuart individual. His father was a powerful man, and was a known anti-mutant demonstrator, despite the fact that his own son was a mutant. This ironically meant that he himself carried the recessive mutant gene.

She knew Angel was touchy on the subject. She quickly got dressed for the occasion.

As she made her way to her destination, she saw Kara in the kitchen hovering around Remy like an annoying fly. She hadn't spoken to him since their little conversation in the jet hangar. She briefly met his eyes, noticing how empty they appeared. She knew she should act her age, but her feelings and pride were hurt. She finally confessed her feelings to him, and he turned her down flat, right after he gave her the best kiss of her life. Talk about confusing! Why was she mad at him though? He had a girlfriend, and she was the other woman trying to destroy them. There was also the tiny fact that she too was taken. But him and Kara just seemed so wrong together. She wouldn't admit it to anybody else, but she missed him.

As she walked past the couple, she heard Kara snort and make some snide comment that she couldn't quite catch. It was amazing how much that woman had changed. In danger room, she almost had to reveal her powers twice to put Kara in her place.

She shook the negative thoughts from her head and made her way outside to meet Warren.

When she arrived, she was excited to see a beautiful table set up. She was starving.

She sometimes felt embarrassed at the amount of food she could consume. She had always had a very healthy appetite, but ever since she gained her additional powers it had increased. She was lucky. Thanks to Ms. Marvel's indestructible ability, her metabolism was through the roof.

Warren pulled out her chair, and she dove right in. He smiled in her direction.

"I'm glad to see you enjoy it."

She blushed slightly and wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin. "It's so good. I don't know where you find these chefs, but they definitely need a raise." She put another forkful of food in her mouth.

They had some pleasant light conversation. Mostly about boring stuff, like how the day went, and what movie they should see soon.

Thankfully, Warren switched the conversation to the previous mission. "So, have there been any leads on William Stuart?"

She was relieved that he was the one to bring it up first. "Actually, I'm glad that you brought that up. I need to ask a huge favor of you."

"Sure. Anything."

"I kind of need you to ask for your dad's help."

At her words, Warren lowered his fork from his mouth. "Oh."

She continued. "Its just that we can't find anything on this Stuart guy. Trask is doing a lot to make sure that their big guns stay hidden. I was thinking that your father could maybe use his ranks and connections to find out some information."

Warren had a disappointed look on his face. "And what makes you think that he would help us?"

Rogue winced, but she knew her answer had to be said. "If he doesn't agree to help, you could always threaten to reveal yourself."

Warren's father knew that he was a mutant, but the public didn't. He would look like a fool if his own son were outed as a mutant.

Warren stared down at his plate. "I guess I have no choice."

She hated that she was putting him in this situation, but they desperately needed the help. "I'm sorry, but we don't know what else to do."

Warren lifted his eyes. "We?"

"Yeah. I talked with Scott about it to get the OK—"

"Get the OK?"

She couldn't be sure, but did she detect anger in his voice? That wasn't very like him.

He stood up. "You could at least of talked to me first before you went to him. I'm not some mission Rogue. I'm your boyfriend!"

She started to get defensive. "I know that. I just mentioned it and he thought it was a good idea. It's not a big deal."

"Well good, because I won't do it."

Ok, he was being ridiculous. She leaned back and crossed her arms. "So let me get this straight. Your not gonna help your team, or the mutant population, because your mad at me?"

He crossed his arms as well. "Its not even about that. It's about us. You have been so distant lately. Every time we touch you always make an excuse to leave."

She saw where this was going. "So basically what your telling me is that unless I screw you, you wont do it."

He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "No, don't be ludicrous! I dream of us being intimate, but I would never use that to my advantage! The whole reason I even joined the team is because I thought that you would be here. I just thought I meant enough to you that you would at least be considerate and speak with me first, especially about a sensitive topic like that."

Rogue stood from her chair and made her way over to him. "Warren I'm sorry. I do care its just that—"

She didn't get to complete her sentence, because Warren's lips were soon on hers. She would never get used to the sensation of kissing. She enjoyed it, but ever since Remy kissed her, Warren just didn't compare. Not by a long shot.

He pulled back and held her hands in his. "Rogue, I'm falling in love with you."

She stood there dumb founded. She didn't know how to react. Here was a decent man confessing feelings for her, and she was still in love with another. "I…I...I…"

She was stammering like an idiot. What could she say?

He slowly released her hands, a look of pure disappointment on his face. "Oh. I see that those feelings are one sided. I'm sorry to have wasted your time this evening. I'm going to my room." He took off to the sky.

Rogue had to sit down. What the hell was wrong with her? She felt horrible. She looked down at all the food. She decided that she wasn't hungry at the moment. She decided it shouldn't be wasted, and preceded to make her way towards the med bay.

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Emma sat in a chair by the hospital bed. She had a book in her hand, and had read the same sentence at least ten times. She sighed and looked up at the man before her. He had some growth on his face. She decided that she would have to shave him tomorrow. Christian always had a squeaky clean appearance.

Christian.

It was weird calling the blonde man that, because it very well may not be him. She looked at her reflection in the window. She looked horrible. She really needed to take a shower, but she didn't want to let him out of her sight ever again.

She stood and stretched, and was surprised to hear someone entering the med bay. The only person to really check on her was Rogue, and she was on a date with Warren.

She was even more surprised to see that the person who entered was Scott.

She self-consciously ran her fingers through her hair. He looked good. "I swear if you came down here for your fiancé to try to convince me to pull the plug, I'll—"

Scott put his hands up in mock surrender. "No! Jean doesn't even know I'm down here."

Emma raised an eyebrow.

Scott blushed slightly. 'I mean, not that I would have to keep information from her or anything like that."

He awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets. Emma thought he was kind of cute, the way he would get nervous around her.

Both just stood there for a moment. "Well can I help you? I doubt that you just came down here to stand around."

"Oh. I uh, was actually just checking on you to make sure you're ok."

Ok, she was not expecting that reply. "Oh. Well. Thank you. I'm OK, I guess."

The two stared at each other momentarily. She felt self-conscious under his gaze. She didn't like that she couldn't see his eyes behind his visor. What if he was looking at her with disgust? She knew she looked horrible. She probably didn't smell that great either. "I wish you wouldn't look at me. I look like a complete mess."

"No you don't. You always look pretty."

Why did she get butterflies in her stomach when he said that? She was acting like a schoolgirl. She awkwardly grabbed a piece of her long platinum hair and began to mess with it between her fingers. "Oh. Thank you."

He smiled warmly, but the moment was ruined when Rogue came busting through the automatic doors. "Hey sugar, I brought you some food. And boy I have to tell you some stuff that you wouldn't believe—" She stopped when she saw Scott standing in there. "Hey Scott. What are you doing down here? I thought you and Jean had a date night?"

Scott quickly headed towards the door. "We do, I was just checking on the patient. See you guys later." He walked out quickly.

Emma followed his form with her eyes. She was slightly disappointed that his visit was cut short. She could feel Rogue's eyes on her. "What?"

Rogue put her hand on her hip. "He is engaged."

Emma grabbed the food from Rogue's hand and took a seat. "I know. Some innocent flirting doesn't hurt anybody."

"Innocent flirting always hurts somebody. Trust me, I know." She sat down next to her friend. "So. How are you?"

Emma took a bite. "I'm ok." She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "No I'm not. I am beginning to feel like he will never wake up."

Rogue could understand her frustration. "These things take time."

"I know. But you know how impatient I can get. Anyway, can we please talk about something else? You told me you had something to tell me."

Rogue had almost forgot one of the main reasons she had come down here. "Oh yeah. So I talked to Warren about speaking with his dad, and he got all upset at me because I didn't talk to him about it first. Then he basically said we never do anything intimate, and ended up kissing me and telling me that he loves me!"

Emma didn't seem the least bit surprised. "Well of course he loves you. What kind of man hires a personal chef for a woman he doesn't care for? And he is right you know."

Rogue was confused. "About what?"

Emma smirked in her direction. "About you giving up the goods. How many dates have you been on now? Plus, its not like he is just any guy, he is your boyfriend who obviously loves you. What are you waiting for? Just get it over with already. Plus, he looks like he would be decent in the sack. Once you get a taste, trust me, you'll crave for more."

Rogue couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're supposed to be on my side here! Anyway, why would I do it with someone I don't love?"

"Rogue, you're a 25 year old virgin. You don't have time for a fairytale love story. This is the real world. You care about him, right?"

Rogue pondered the question. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna rush into his bed!"

The blue-eyed woman looked at her suspiciously. "Oh my gosh, you are totally still obsessed with that backwoods bayou Cajun!"

Rogue snorted at her statement. "Yeah right."

Emma picked through her food. "You can't lie to me. I don't have to be a telepath to know that. You need to move on."

Rogue knew that Emma was right. Maybe she was pathetic. She sighed and looked down at her hands.

Emma looked at her seriously. "Rogue. I hate to be the one to say this to you, but we need the help from Angel's father. You have to do what you have to do to make sure that we get it."

Rogue abruptly stood up, angry at what Emma had just said. "So you think I should whore myself out?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "You do love the dramatics, don't you? No. I think you should sleep with him to get it out of the way and to persuade him a bit. Who knows how long you'll wait if you wait for love. Besides, your fairy tale has half come true. You don't love him, he loves you. And you know how it feels to love someone that doesn't love you back."

Emma's words stung, but they were true. She did know how that felt, and it sucked.

She said her good byes and decided she had a lot of thinking to do.

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As she passed the rec room, she was surprised to see that it wasn't occupied. She hadn't actually sat down and relaxed for a while now. She walked into the room, and plopped herself down on the large sofa. Where was the damn remote? She got down on her hands and knees to look under the couch.

"Looking for this?"

She shot up and turned around, knowing whomever it was got a pretty good look at her behind.

She turned red when she saw that it was Remy. "Yeah. Actually I am." She reached out to grab it, but he suddenly lifted it high above his head. " Uh uh uh, not so fast. I get to choose what we watch."

Rogue cocked her hip out to the side, where she rested her hand. "No. I was here first, and I don't feel much like company. Besides, your psycho girlfriend might get the wrong idea, and we don't want that."

She thought her words would make him leave, but apparently she was wrong. He plopped him self down and placed his legs on the coffee table. He patted the spot next to him, signaling her to sit down.

She sat down on the opposite end, staying as far away from him that she possibly could. The whole situation just felt awkward.

He proceeded to flip through the channels. "So, how are you and Wings?"

If she thought the situation couldn't get anymore uncomfortable, she was wrong. "We are good."

He began to click through the channels at a faster pace. "That's just great."

He was being sarcastic. She could do the same. "How is your happy little home?"

He mocked her answer. "We are good."

Rogue snorted. "Yeah. Seems like it. Where is little miss sunshine? I couldn't help but notice how she isn't here up your ass."

"Remy couldn't help but notice how Wings is never up yours. Kind of strange, don't you think? Maybe he doesn't care about you as much as you think he does."

"Well that's not true, because he told me he loved me tonight." The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them.

He turned to look at her. She threw a low blow. He could toss back, and he had excellent aim. "Of course he did. He wants to fuck you. You're still an inexperienced girl that he wants to turn into a woman."

She was furious. "You have no clue about my sex life. We are doing just fine—"

"You should give it up. I mean the guy has spent some money on you." He cut her off, and began to shuffle through his cards.

She was beginning to get upset. "I see what is going on. You're jealous!"

He continued to mess with his cards. "If I remember correctly, you came on to me."

"You must have a bad memory, because you were the one who lost control and kissed me!"

"I have done that to countless woman so many times. I was just taking advantage of you."

He needed to say those words. He needed her to hate him, like he hated himself.

Instead, she unexpectedly scooted closer to him, and rested her hand on his cheek. "I know that's not true. I saw how you looked at me. When you're with her, you seem miserable and empty. I know you care for me still."

This was going too far. He couldn't allow her to get close to him. She would only get hurt in the end. He removed her hand from his face.

"You are mistaken. That very night you were the last thing on my mind when I had her on all fours, screaming my name."

She abruptly stood up, her hands balled into fists. A tear fell down her cheek. "I hate you Remy LeBeau."

She left the rec room as fast as her legs could carry her.

He felt miserable. But as much as it killed him, he needed her to move on. He was so beneath her it was unreal. He didn't deserve to even be the dirt that she walked on.

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She made her way to her room. She slammed the door behind her. What the hell was his problem? He was such and asshole, and she could do so much better!

Wait, she was talking about him like they had something. What the hell was wrong with her? She had a boyfriend who obviously thought the world of her. She knew what she needed to do.

She quickly took a shower. When she stepped out, she found a black lace thong with a matching bra. She had bought the set when she went shopping with Kitty, intending them to be seen on her by Remy. Fuck him.

She put them on, and ran a comb through her hair, allowing her hair to dry slightly, enhancing her natural waves. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not too bad.

She flung on her short satin robe, and quickly headed out of her door.

She hurried down to the opposite end of the hall, where she stopped in front of Warrens door. She inhaled deeply, the nerves getting the better of her. It was now or never.

She knocked lightly on his door. Warren answered, and was very surprised to see her, especially dressed the way she was.

Rogue heard someone coming up the stairs. When she turned to see who it was, her eyes met a pair of crimson colored ones. She quickly turned around and kissed Warren with as much passion as she could muster.

When she broke the kiss, the look on his face was pure bewilderment. She smirked at his response. "Can I come in?"

He couldn't even reply. He just stepped aside, allowing her to enter. She gave one last look at Remy, before turning and entering Warren's room, the door closing behind her.

Remy couldn't move. What the hell had he done?

To be continued…