Chapter 6 - Cajun Charmer


It had been a couple of weeks since their little confession, but unfortunately for the horny Southerners, dates had been too few and far between.

Logan had stumble onto them during their first 'hot n, heavy' make out session and was non too please to find his surrogate daughter's tongue impossibly far down the Cajun's throat and said Gumbo's hand gripping her bare thighs. Was that shorts she was wearing?

A distinctive 'skint' was all that was needed for them to come up for air however he was non too please at the dazed look he received from Gumbo and the murderous glare from Rogue.

A couple DRs later and the couple was too exhausted to walk, much less resume their previous activities.

This continued for the following weeks, they had separate DR Sessions constantly with the only breaks being for recruitment or a mission. The sexual tension between the two was unbearable to say the least.

Remy had once surprised her with a candle light dinner on the roof when the house trained puppy was miraculously out on a mission, without him.

'Nuttin like a belle Rogue, Paris' best wine and a night under d stars,' thought Remy.

'Now how in d world can Remy get le chienne out of the house or distracted enough to please mon Rougey again?' came the ponderings of a desperate Cajun.

"Ah! Now if only mon can get the right person," and as if to answer his out loud prayer, Jamie passed him in the corridor, "Petite!" he called out, not wanting to waste a minuite.


"Rogue!" without turning around, she recognized the voice of her best friend Kitty.

"What's up Kitty?"

"Like, I have, like, a message for you" was kitty's excited reply.

Knowing that her use of the word 'like' was due to the fact that she was either self-conscious or excited, the latter being the case as she bounced on spot… repeatedly, Rogue's interest was perked.

"Well what is it Kitty?"

"Oh! Right!" And with that she produced a white rose with a note attached.

'Go Take A Bath' was written in a familiar scrawl.

"What the hell!" as an enraged Rogue took off towards Remy's room, she didn't realize that she left behind a grinning Kitty.

Pounding on the door she ranted, "CAJUN! What the hell do you think-" but was abruptly cut off as the door swung open and she ungracefully fell into the arms of the man in question.

It took a couple minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and then for her brain to ajust to the fact that she was in darkness whilst it was still in the afternoon.

Remy however, wasted no time in shutting the door and shutting her up by clamping his mouth onto her neck, sucking and biting as he pressed her back into the door.

Satisfied that she was just barely coherent he whispered into her ear, "Mon Coeur, I have a treat pour toi."

Lifting her up by the seat of her pants and relishing the fact that her legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist and her arms around his neck, he almost dropped her when she pressed herself to him, rising slightly.

He walked her into his bathroom where he had scores of lighted scented candles, soft music and an impressive display of bubble baths and the like.

"Ohh Rems!" she squeaked and began planting wet kisses all over his face.

He laughed as he let her down carefully, "Remy figured mon Rogue be needing a break from the stressful life of an X-Femme."

Deciding that he was such a thoughtful Casanova, she decided that she would try to repay him.

Without saying a word, she began undressing herself, in front of the Cajun. Being a gentleman, at the moment with quite difficulty, he cast his eyes downwards until two bare feet came into view.

"Don't like what you see?" asked Rogue in a small voice, self conscious and full of nervous energy.

"Non, non cherie, mon Coeur est tres belle mais," He sighed and looked directly into her eyes, "M' don't want to rush you Rogue, don't think Remy did this looking for sex."

Sighing Rogue admitted, "Ah'm not ready for such a big step as yet, but Sugah right now I want yah pretty little naked Cajun ass in that tub with me or so help meh gawd ah'll spontaneously combust!" Growling the latter half she looked into his velvet eyes fully and felt more naked than she had moments ago.

Smirk in place for the first time that evening, he replied, "Well if y' wanted to get me naked-" but he didn't finish his sentence as she turned her back to him and his one tract mind began cataloguing Rogue's bare assets for future reference.

Not bothering to wait on him, Rogue moaned pleasurably, with closed eyes, as she slid into a steamy bath. The bubbles glittered in the flickering light of a dozen scented candles that Remy knew she liked, if only because they reminded her of his eyes.

"Now I know the reason I go out with you," she joked, lying back against the gently curved, inclined end of the bathtub.

"Quoi?" he asked, slipping out of his shirt and hanging it on the end of a towel bar, then unfastening his belt. "It isn't because of my gladiator like body and roguish charm?"

"Mmm, more like Greek God like physique, not that I'd want yah head swelling on meh or anything. Lord knows it's big enough as it is already."

"Is it Chere?" Remy asked as he dropped his pants.

Allowing her eyebrows to shoot up, she regarded him with as cool a look as possible in such a position, "Quite possibly bigger than I thought."

Remy shed his underwear and climbed into the opposite end of the bathtub from her.

"So what's your real reason for doing this Swamp Rat?"

"Mainly m' jus wanted to get you naked in mon tub, ton invitacion to come in avec you was jus' icing on mon gateaux."

"Right, ah believe you bayou boy." She drowsily drawled.

"No need to be cheeky now," he said, stretching one foot to pinch her bum with his toes.

She jumped slightly, sloshing water, and glared playfully at him from beneath a soaking white curtain of locks.

She hummed and closed her eyes as she conceded, "Yah really are wonderful to me Rems, yah know that?"

"M' knows Roguey, Remy don' know what y' did to deserve him" he replied with his sexy smirk in place.

"Dammit LeBeau, yah make it infuriating to try n' pay you a genuine comment!"

"M' sorry Cherie," Remy trailed his fingers along her calf, scratching behind her knees, all sincerity was lost though as a smug grin broke across his features, red on black eyes glowed in the dark bathroom.

Rogue poked out her tongue at him.

"How bout we settle this chere," Remy started, twisting to reach into an ice-filled bucket behind him, "with a glass of wine?"

The look of mock irritation on Rogue's face was replaced with an eager grin. "Ah love the way you Bayou men think!"

Remy was glad for the occupation of pouring wine, because it provided him a reason to duck his head and hide the mad grin on his face. It was ridiculous to grin about being in a tub with Rogue, alone… without any distractions save her legs intertwining with his as they lounged together… naked and wet.

Intimacy with Rogue, Remy was fast discovering, came in as many varieties as the cards in his coat. There was the kind he'd reveled in most nights since before he hit puberty, when they sat up late at night merely talking on the roof and there was this, relaxing together in a truly private place, naked.

How many other forms of intimacy would he discover by simply sharing in the trivia of every day life with Rogue? Remy felt hereuse for the fact that Rogue gave him the opportunity of experiencing this with her.

Handing her a glass of wine, he offered a toast, "To sharing tubs, with belle naked femmes!"

"Remy!" mildly chastised Rogue as she fought to maintain coherence as he began rubbing his foot along the inside of her calf. Really! What in Sam Hill was she thinking? Sharing a tub with Remy?

Oh what the hell right? It's not like they've had any time for themselves lately. She set the glass on the edge of the tub, then, sinking lower into the bubbly bathwater, returned Remy's affectionate gesture and slipped her own foot along his calf.

It was tempting, with their gazes locked this way, feeling the slick warmth of her blushing skin against his, to take her.

Mind, body and soul would be his and some mind blowing sex would have been nice, not that he was missing the countless bimbos he had picked up over the year. The primal part of him was craving it but the fact that right now he was so intimate with Rogue, his Chere, and well sex was good but this intimacy ting was really banging, pun intended.

He raised his hands to push her damp hair back from her face, threading his fingers into it. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her firmly, then pulled back to look into her eyes -- the beautiful green eyes that made him dream of priceless Jades which alluded him, The Prince Of T'ieves, in the wee hours of the mornings. Maybe he was getting a bit obsessed.

Cheeks coloring slightly at the attention, Rogue raised her glass to her mouth and sipped, as though to cover for the fact that she was turning away from a thought she did not want to voice.

Despite her earlier admissions, she wanted him like nothing else. If he made a move she'd probably let him take her then and there. Lord knew she could have done with some mind blowing sex.

His hands slid down from her face, into the water.

'Oh!' was all she could think as his fingers trailed straight down her stomach to caress her core. Just simple touches and she was putty in his hand, how in the world was she going to survive going all the way with him?

Her fingers clutched the stem of her glass so tightly that Remy half-expected it to break, trying hard not to take pleasure in the fact that he could elicit such a reaction he decided to focus on something else. Like the fact that she was too far from him.

Remeding the situation, Remy sat up and wrapped one of his hands around her one of her calves. He took the wine glass from he, ignoring her cute pot, then gently pulled her across the slick bottom of the bathtub toward him. She grinned and settled herself so that her upper half was pressed against his torso whilst her legs wrapped themselves in its familiar position around his waist. Running his hands up her sides, to her breasts and gently kneading them he gazed at her and asked, "Trust me?"

Rogue shyly ducked her head before feeling his eyes seeking her out, replied, "Yeah."

Remy grinned and kissed her hand. He could feel her relax into their intimate position, and she almost girlishly brought his hand to her mouth and kissed his knuckles.

Laughing low, Remy wished he could come up with a witty retort to her uncharacteristic actions, but he found himself robbed of jokiness as he noticed pink nipples, shimmering with beads of water, peeking out from the suds clinging to her curves.

"Chere" said Remus huskily. Reaching out to curl his hands over her breasts, he teased the hardening nipples with his thumbs. He squeezed her curves gently and leant in to brush his lips across her moist, supple ones; he barely tasted her wine.

"Trust me Chere," he murmured against her mouth, "M' respect your wishes."

With more confidence than before Rogue wrapped her arms around his neck, and Remy moaned in his throat as she pulled herself closer against him.

What bit of her was producing the more exhilarating sensations, he couldn't decide: her small, firm breasts pressing against his chest; her core on his rapidly hardening… hardness, legs squeezing lightly around him; her tongue coaxing his mouth open and teasing the inside of his lips. In the end he gave up trying to think in this incoherent way.

In fact, Remy so thoroughly gave himself over to sensation, relishing the way she clung to him after she'd pulled her mouth from his, tucking her head under his chin, that at least a full minute elapsed before he was able to register that she trembled against him because she was shivering, and not because of the sensations of his tongue in the hollow of the throat.

"Damn. The water's gone cold." She sighed miserably.

Gooseflesh pimpled up on Rogue's body as she slid herself off his lap and began rising out of the tub.

'Apparently that not the only thing gone cold.' Remy couldn't help but ponder.

"Hold on Chere, now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't have something for his femme to wear once out of the tub?"

Following her out, he quickly produced a large black towel and a fluffy red robe. Ignoring the resemblance to a hooker club, Rogue took them both and made quick use of both as she found herself lying naked between Remy's sheets.

Remy on the other hand had no problems walking round in the nude however as he took his time gathering his clothes, allowing Rogue some much appreciated view of cherished Cajun delicacies.

How was it that he had controlled himself during the bath? Lord knows she was still wet, and not water-wise.

Dropping her gaze she realized maybe he'd be uncomfortable going back into the bathroom now for a cold shower when she was still in the room.

Maybe there was a way she could help, without compromising either of them.


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