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Chapter 4 – Espionage

Honestly, the first time it was a mistake. For once, Remy is being perfectly honest, the first time it was an honest-to-god mistake. Of course Remy be glutton for punishment so the first time remained a mistake but the others times were admittedly just for his sinful pleasure. Remy been a bad, bad boy Insert Silly Grin.

It all started one evening when Wolvie decided to share more of his duties with this Cajun, meaning he had patrol duty and he wanted to hit the bar. Naturally, he could not have requested the assistant of any of the other staff members since it was said mutants he was trying to avoid. Stormy would make target practice out of his derriere if she knew he was skipping out tonight.

Remy did not have much to do, Chere had retired to her room earlier that evening and really, whom but un fou will refuse an alcohol deprived Wolverine. Besides, it had been a while since he had any real sort of Stealth challenge. Hence, at midnight he set off through the grounds checking the security systems.

It was rather boring initially and Remy made a personal note to talk to the Head Spook and Wolvie 'bout boosting their security; a junior Guild member could penetrate very easily. This night seemed nice and quiet, with the occasional gentle breeze, Stormy must be resting already, so he figured why not take to the trees.

On a high limb he settled down, about fifty feet from the mansion, coincidently near the seniors' quarters. Surveying his current view of the mansion, he noticed that a couple of French doors, which connected rooms to individual balconies, were left open. Being the ever-inquisitive thief, he decided to check them out.

The first room held a sleeping Kurt, cocooned in a sheet, making it almost impossible for one to recognise the sleeping form save the blue fuzz of a face barely visible. Scanning the room he only notice a couple of pictures on his bureau, one with him and Rogue, another with Amanda and the last with a group of people he assumed was the boy's adopted family. Nothing very interesting there so he headed across to the other tree onto the other room.

The next room was completely empty and he wondered why since it was past the seniors' curfew, which was one o'clock during the week although it did not apply on the weekends. Today was Wednesday, who was bold enough? As if to answer his question, in stumbles a giggling Kitty. She quickly turns back to the door, or rather the person on the other side and whispers just loudly enough for Remy's strained ears to hear, "Thank you Petey, I had a nice midnight snack." There is more giggling and the conversation lingers on but he allows them their much-deserved privacy as he moves on to the next room, which he instinctively knows, is Rogue's room.

His mind retracts to their own midnight snacking habits, which have become quite habitual and their increasingly frequent private talks in the Gazebo or their caustic banter during Danger Room sessions. Even during missions, their compulsion to one another cannot keep them apart as for the few times they weren't paired together, the exchange of lewd comments and blazing insults over their comm. devices taught Shades to pair them more often than not.

Flashback

Remy sighed in agitation as the night wore on. Sure he was a professional thief, but stakeouts? Well, that was never his forte really. Now give him some regular B & E into a Swiss Bank for an adrenaline rush, speaking of which, he wondered how the object of his obsessions was faring. She wasn't one to sit still either, so how exactly was she passing the time?

As if sensing his thoughts- 'no you were kind of projecting Gambit', Jean said telepathically, the red head motioned to her communicator.

'Contact her, we can all do with a little entertainment', Jean continued. She had not been pleased that Scott had paired himself with Rogue and left her and Remy to observe from the roof.

Not that she didn't like Remy or trust Rogue but it had been ages since she got some alone time with Scott and so what if they got a little distracted? It wasn't as though Friends of Humanity was going to do anything but socialise tonight. It was just a fundraiser and their presence, this stakeout, was not of great importance.

After the Danvers Experience however, Scott was a little more over protective of Rogue and the girl had come to Jean for help about it. Jean understood, she was nineteen after all, and Rogue had more than earn the right to a little privacy and a chance at normalcy.

However she seemed to be doing a piss poor job as she and Gambit have been stuck on a clod hard roof for the past hour and her lover and her friend in a cosy car in the street below. They monitored the influx of guests whilst Jean and Remy looked on the party itself from their perch.

The Cajun spoke softly into his communicator, "So Chere, what's a belle femme like you doing out this late at night." He heard the audible sigh and grinned as he anticipated her reply.

"What the hell you doing this far up north Bayou Boy?" came her seemingly caustic reply, they were speaking in code in case anyone else was listening in on their conversation. This gave him an idea.

Projecting the thought to Jean, she relayed it to Rogue who in turned had to stifle a laugh, unnoticed by Scott.

"Well now Chere, you making me out to be some sort of superhero or something? Bayou Boy, would I get a Cape and a trusty side kick?"

"How bout parading around in brightly coloured underwear and a bad case of spandex chaffing?"

"Now Chere how many times does Remy have to tell you that if you want ta see his underwear all you hadda do is ask. Remy strip right here if ya wan'."

"Well in all honesty ah always wondered whether ya were ah boxers or ah briefs kinda guy."

"Den take out your binoculars Chere, 'cause Remy gonna disprove dat nasty theory that Cajuns don' got 'nough to fill out a pair of briefs." Promptly standing up and determinedly began fiddling with the leather belt which was slung onto his snug leather pants making up the lower half of his X-Uniform.

Jeans giggling could be predictably heard coming from her comm. Unit before the much anticipated hushed bellowing of their leader, "Remy LeBeau get down and don't you dare drop your pants. Are you people insane? This is a mission, not an internet chat room!" clearly realising the dangers of pairing the Ragin' Cajun with his fiancé.

Jean however was never one to be easily appeased. "And what sites have you been visiting, Summers?" came the clipped voice of the sexually deprived phoenix.

As he stammered through a response, Remy decided that this was too much fun to drop so easily, so instead he pressed on, much to the clandestine delight of Rogue.

"Sides Chere, there ain't much room in this here leather extraordinaire for boxers," Earning an acknowledging grunt from Scott. "Remy thinks it might be as uncomfortable as if the X-femmes had to wear a thong with their suites."

A grinning Rogue projected to Jean, wanting to see Scott squirm and Remy sweat she causally replied, "Who says it's uncomfortable?"

Catching Remy off guard, "Merde! You done that b'fore Chere? Mm! M' got m'self a wild 'Sippian!"

"Who says ah'm not doing dat right now, amant" purred Rogue.

"Dieu, Remy loves it when MonCherie speaks français!" Came the dramatically clichéd eager reply of the Cajun. It wasn't everyday Rogue tried to seduce him and even if it was to piss off Shades, who gave a shit?

"How is it Remy's never noticed though? Remy sure he'd have felt it wen we were in the back of the jet. Remy's hands memorised every inch of monChere's belle body!" He added feigning outrage.

"Betcha didn't even notice that ah'm not wearing a bra either Casanova," She persisted, smiling to herself at the fuming outrage that was her partner and leader.

"Ain't that a work hazard Chere?" Wondered the curious Swamp Rat, he knew they were playing but his interest was still piqued.

"Nah the female X-Men uniforms have built in support pads to prevent jiggling when we run and to reduce the amount of extra clothes we wear. Ah personally enjoy the freedom it allows, leather on skin gives me an adrenaline rush too."

Remy sniggered as he deduced, "So what Chere really means to say is that the X-Uniforms get her horny. MerdeChereyou have any idea how painful an érection is in this Uniform. Remy thinks you jus' mean Chere! "

"Pour quoi Remy? Ah don't think ah've been that hard-on ya" she said, grinning at her own pun but before she could continue the man next to her finally snapped.

"That's it! I've had it with you two; this mission was a complete failure! Let's just go home!" Scott glared at her as she pouted and added hastily, "Rogue? Remy? Thank you for making me need to scrub my mind!"

End Of Flashback

Remy sniggered as he recalled the event, it only happened last week but Scott was still avoiding them when they were together. Jean on the other hand seemed to be quite pleased with the results as she grins constantly and winks at them when they are together, undiscouraged by any of Rogue's glares.

Back to the task at hand, now where was his Rogue? He did not need a flashlight or actually go into her room because his eyes did their job flawlessly; they weren't just cool party tricks you know. The door connecting to her bathroom opened and as some light spilled in his eyes clearly recognised the robed Rogue.

Towel drying her hair she ignored the open window, much to his delight. Straddling a limb and settling in, he took his time observing the lazy movements of a woman who seldom looks relaxed.

A short satin robe, tied loosely around her body by a thin cord, caressed her smooth skin as she moved about her room getting ready for bed. The robe itself was a pastel pink which shocks him to say the least but the worn look proves that it is a much loved article of clothing. Large, black, stem-less roses adorn the garment, giving it a sort of Kimono effect, well that's what it reminded him of anyway.

It continuously slips off her shoulder and opens at the front and her growls only serve to increase the absurdity of the sight before him. He can't seem to break this trance though, not that he really wanted to, but her movements charm the charmer and he indulges in the precious sight before him.

She turns off her lamp and he can practically feel his eyes glowing, his mutation kicking up a notch. Loosing the knot on the robe, she gracefully rid herself of the garment and draped it across the foot of the bed. Thin spaghetti straps held up the matching satin nighty, which was cut low at the front and the back and brushed the top of her knees.

Remy silently thanked the gods for hot summer nights. She casually slipped into bed and with the covers pooled at her feet, settled down.

He stayed there for near to an hour, watching her sleep and something inside him acknowledges that this may very well become another one of his bad habits.


A/N: It's been a while, sorry for the wait but well life sucks, my brother is getting engaged and if anyone of you guys are Indian, you know it's a whole big ceremony…bangs head on wall Mom's depressed (wonder why) and everyone's been snapping at me (yay me). Don't know if this is worth continuing, Feedback anyone? Oh yea, no Rogue sorry, she'll have the whole next chapt for herself. I'm rambling again… damn.

Oh and sorry I didn't put this in before, but this fic was initially inspired by ishandtwofourths' Strangeways, Here We Come, (a lovely piece of Remus/Tonks fiction) I'd have put it in sooner but I couldn't remember what the name of the story was. Sorry!