A/N: For Wanda W who deserves a breather. BTW for the record I know nothing of bikes, I jus like them. I own Nothing.
Things Heat Up
There is no doubt about it; Remy Lebeau is one gorgeous hunk of Man. There ain't any other way for a good ole Southern Gal to put it. Problem is, he knows it too, so ah figure it is probably me (current) duty in life to keep that big ole head of his grounded so that he don't float himself away. Heh, he'd really be a Bird Brain then (cackles) ah really crack myself up sometimes.
Resting on the top of the roof of the gazebo, observing the resident Cajun it was perfectly clear that Monsieur LeBeau really is fahne. Now, why may you ask am I going on about this particular fact of life?
Well my dear hunk of human flesh just rode up the driveway on God's gift to the Modern World, a Harley Davidson Road King Custom (drool).
Upon seeing that reverential object in the garage parked and all alone, the Cajun just went off and left it there (it blasphemous ah tell you!), ah just wanted to steal the keys, hop on it and cruise the country road earning jealous glares and hungry stares. Swooping down into the garage ah stared at the bike, too afraid to touch it.
However as ah let mah magnanimous imagination run wild, ah failed to notice until he was practically hovering over me, the questionable and coincidental entrance by a certain swamp rat, errantly jingling the keys and smirking at my dumfounded expression. So much for stealing it, maybe I can convince him.
Now I'm an active feminist who's strongly against the use of feminine wiles to gain anything but for a HD Road King, I'm about two seconds away from jumping the poor Cajun. Not that he'd mind… not that I'd mind… what was the problem again?
"Something int'rest you Chere?" Came the curious drawl of the conceited Cajun followed by the damnable smirk that blew his innocent façade to smithereens as he hooked the key chain on this belt buckle drawing my gaze lower... innocent my ass.
As he turned to straddle the bike, ah couldn't help but appreciated the view of his ass in black denim, what was that Campbell's Soup ad again? Mm, mm Good!
Another daydream-run-amuck was ruined as he seated himself comfortably, removing said gorgeous ass from view. All was not lost though as the bike suddenly roared to life… well roared is too harsh a word, how about purred.
Yes, much better, the bike purred and well of course this lead to thoughts of what else or rather who else he could make purr and in what positions and the dynamics of purring on a bike. All this thinking was getting meh all hot and bothered, so much so that ah completely missed the questioned posed to me.
"What?" Ah asked with a tinge of breathiness entirely misplaced and uncalled for, blinking in an owlish fashion.
Unfortunately my brain still did not seem to want to regain consciousness so when he posed the question again, my eloquent, "Come again?" was met by and small genuine laugh.
"Chère, Remy's not gonna ask again. Let's see if Chère can comprends sign language better." He said, holding out the other helmet, all the while smiling, not smirking. Damn.
Taking it with a small squeak of joy, ah hate Kitty's psyche at times like these, ah was about to hop onto the sexiest machine ever made, when ah realise that the HD RK was not… equipped for two, unless the two became one in a sense.
Oh the sneaky Cajun! Of all the bikes for the Swamp Rat to steal, it had to be the one of my dreams that would ensure the least amount of space between us. And he knew ah wouldn't refuse a ride! Conniving little Cajun, thinks he's so smart, well we'll see if he can chew what his big mouth bites off. Oh boy are you gonna get a run for your money!
So sauntering over, yes ah actually sauntered (kudos for me!), regaining some of my grace from the scandalous squeak, ah placed both gloved hands on his shoulders and gently pressed down as ah moved to straddle the powerful piece of machinery. Running my hands down his back, then circling his waist and gripping his belt buckle, I said through my helmet, "Let's go Cajun!"
However, never one to be out done, he grinned through his visor as he leaned back onto meh, forcing ma body to press against his, revved the engine and took off at quite a speed ensuring my grip was secure and tight and that ah practically moulded myself to him.
'Now this is d life' thought the Cajun, a bon bike between my legs and my belle Chère pressing into me, though I wouldn't have mind if it was ma belle chère between ma legs either (wicked grin).
The clear country road only resulted in the Cajun pushing the bike to its limit and when Rogue's hand began caressing his abdomen his foot nearly slipped of the throttle. Regaining his composure, he decided that it would be best for their safety if he slowed down, especially as her hands started tracing the muscles on his chest.
"Chère not that I'm not enjoying the attention but you ok?" He questioned cautiously, he heard about whipped guys, mainly Henri and Theo, sharing scary memories about their femmes during that time of the month.
Dieu He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be scared or happy at the thought of Rogue trying to rape him. Cajun homes did have a reputation to maintain, n'est-ce pas?
He heard her sigh as she replied, "Ah guess having such a heavy piece of machinery vibrating between my legs makes meh kinda horny."
'Merde', he thought, 'she really is horny!' as her fingers trailed up his torso and began grazing her nails around and occasionally across his nipples.
Grinding to a halt, all pun intended, he latched the key safely back onto his belt where they were previously stored and turned to ask Rogue what was going on. However, he was caught completely off guard when she abruptly slipped from behind him, to all the way in front of him with her back to the handles of the bike and her breath upon his neck.
He was still a head taller than her so she settled for pressing him lightly against the seat of the bike, legs spanning across his lower abdomen and her hands tracing hypnotic patterns on his chest.
Going along in shock, the Prince of Thieves knew something was wrong but the Rajun' Cajun really enjoyed the current position he was in, with la femme de son rêveswho d hell was complaining homme?
Then suddenly her face was lowering but moved not north but south. Dieu! Moncœur With one hand just above his belt to keep him from rising he could feel her breath through the once comfortable, now confining piece of article he most desperately wanted to be rid off. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he anticipated the feel of her lips and her skin and…
A low pitch whining could be heard as the black RK began to glow, a brilliant shade of fuchsia pink. 'Merde!' He thought as he focused his energy on recalling the charge thanks to his spiking sexual frustration as Rogue hadn't done anything intimate really, she was just proche. Really, really, really close and they hadn't even kissed yet.
Sighing as he rose up, about to apologise for ruining the moment her realised a few things at the same time: (1) Rogue's back was to him. (2) His keys were missing. (3) He was in need of a really cold shower. (3) His bike roared to life.
He barely had time to cling to his Chère before she took off at speed. She drove like a complete fou, and he couldn't help but laugh as their helmets clattered to the road, forgotten completely.
He didn't care; he reached into the black hole for pockets that adorned his trench coat and pulled out a pair of his shades. Rogue just laughed like a maniac about how she pulled one over him and he decided to extract his revenge.
From gripping at her hips, one uniquely gloved hand slid up, under her shirt to tease her side as the other slipped downwards to grope at her inner thigh. She gasped as she sped up, determined to scare the shit out of him.
Hours later they arrived home with pounding hearts and Remy's teeth on her shoulders as they pulled into the garage to find Kitty and Piotr in Kitty's pink convertible (Think Barbie) cuddled together and whispering god knows what to each other.
"Jezze Remy! Treat her like a piece of meat why don't you!" They rolled their eyes at the sound of Kitty's voice as she laughed at the sight before her.
Rogue just shook her head as she climbed of the bike, swatting away Remy's hand in offer of assistance, but catching the slightly hurt look that flittered across his face as she realise underlying meaning of the gesture.
Without a second thought she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the garage and into the slightly deserted hallway. Who cared if anyone overheard, it's not like you actually had some sort of privacy in this mansion.
In fact there was even a betting pool as to whether or not Jean would get pregnant before the wedding, attributed to the fact that their rooms were not sound proof and these days she tended to float instead of walk. Rogue had money on after; she believed Jean to be too responsible and besides Jubilee told her that Rahane heard that Jamie saw Scooter in the drug store contemplating which condoms would be good enough for the woman with the capabilities of destroying the entire planet.
The younger kids banded against the older kids in the betting pool as they did with everything else because the older ones, besides Rogue and Remy, picked on them and didn't respect them. Or so they said.
They both enjoyed occasionally hanging out with the younger ones as long as there was no sugar in sight. They had enough energy on their own, and they noticed things others didn't and were bunt about it. Like the fact that Monsieur Remy got all googly-eyed when looking at Miss Rogue. (Sniggers) The look on his face was priceless.
Anyway, back to the present where she had a very confused looking Cajun gazing at their interlocking hands.
"You like me." It wasn't a question, it was a statement and it was a very bold move he nerve thought Rogue was capable of making.
He opened his mouth to reply something cheeky, but was silenced by her, 'You-know-better-than-trying-to-Bull-shit-me-Swamp-Rat'. Stopping without properly starting, he gazed into her lovely emerald eyes and searched for the unknown. Her grip on his hand tightened reassuringly as he tugged on it bringing it up to his face he gently kissed her open palm.
"Yes, I do. For a very long time I have." He closed his eyes and silently prayed he was not rushing her.
"Good." And that was all she said as she gently pulled his chin down to brush her lips against his own.
Smiling at Rogue's version of a confession he imparted her with a sweet and tender kiss as their lips met fully, he kissed her languidly. Slightly bent down towards her, he pressed her up to him, his hands on her lower back, the other in her hair. Savouring the feel of her silky tresses, he smiled into the kiss as she arched into him when his tongue finally slipped through her barely parted lips.
Tongues clashing for dominance, he was naturally more experienced but she did have his psyche in her head, they were so caught up in each other that they failed to notice their surroundings.
"Chere, that one helluva kiss." He joked as they broke away for some sorely needed oxygen. It was only then he noticed that he was looking into her eyes… without bending down. Maintaining his grip on her he looked down…
And proceeded to scream like a little girl, to which she merely laughed like a manic. Weren't they perfect for each other?
A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the late update, my PC crashed (I backed up everything though, perks of having a PC Tech as ur cousin). It began sticking again when I was finishing up this chapter so forgive me if it isn't all that and fan fic giving problems to upload this chap. Overall I'm ashamed of this Chapter (not my best), I got a couple hours off today cuz my mom told me I look so stressed. No shit.
Results came out, I did well! But every1 else did better so I'm worrying bout getting into University, it sucks on a small island where u only really have one Uni. Sunday's the big day, family coming over to stay from tomorrow, so no writing will be done. If they see what I'm writing they'll go gasp Shala's writing PORN! Really old Indian ppl and fanfic really don't mesh. OH I apologise if my accent's during the fic have been weird I may get them mixed up with my own lol (Trinidadian). BTW Happy Independence Day INDIA! 60 yrs and going strong! (We're only 45 but we getting there lol)
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