The next instalment, just as I promised. Please R+R
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Shaking her head, Rogue dipped her head a little and captured his lips in hers, Remy licking her lips gently asking for entrance, which she happily granted. For what felt like hours, the pair battled with their tongues, both of them fighting for dominance, neither willing to yield. That is, until the need for air became too strong and they had to part, both of them just grinning at each other. "You know. Ah think ah might have decided what course to do." She told him.
He looked at her, a single eyebrow raised. "Ya have?" He asked her. Wondering if it was the one he though it would be. Rogue just nodded, but said nothing. "Well? Aren' ya goin' ta tell dis Cajun?" He asked her, curiously.
"Hmmmm. maybe." SHe told him, smiling mischievously.
"Now Chere, dat's not nice. Teasin' poor Remy like dat." He told her, pouting a little, pulling out his puppy dog look.
Rogue just laughed. "That look don't work on me sugah. Ah live in a house with Jamie. The King of the Puppy dog look. Ah've developed an immunity to it." She told him. Remy din't stop, if anything, he just turned it up. Which only caused Rogue to smirk and raise an eyebrow at him. "You know. If the wind were to change direction, your pretty little face would stick like that." She told him.
"Ah but ya be forgettin dat we inside Cherie. Dere be no wind in 'ere." He told her triumphantly.
"Really? Then, what's that?" SHe asked, as she moved her hand slightly, causing a gust of wind to come blowing towards them. Although she may have overdone it a little, as Remy stumbled back, the pair of them landing on the couch, Remy lying ontop of Rogue.
"Ya know, I coul' get used ta dis type o' wind." He told her, smirking.
Rogue shook her head, smiling as she smacked him playfully on the arm. "Alright Cajun, ah get your point, now let me up." She told him, waiting for him to move off of her.
Remy smirked and shook his head. "I don't t'ink so Chere. Remy quite comfy where 'e is." He announced, snuggling closer to her, making it even harder for her to move.
Raising an eyebrow at him, but sensing that he really wasn't going to move willingly without some sort of encouragement. Rogue smirked and managed to move her hand slightly to his side. She carefully began to tickle him there, gently at first, but getting harder as she saw him trying not to laugh. In the end he couldn't take it and he burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face as he wiggled around trying to get away from her. She moved her other hand up to tickle his other side and managed to turn him so that she could get free, however they ended up falling to the floor. Only this time, Rogue was straddling Remy. Much happier with this arrangement, Rogue continued to tickle him for a moment, before she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and climbed off him, walking out the door before he had the chance to get his breath back. She paused in the door to send him a playful smirk over her shoulder before she left the room, deciding to go down the hall to see if she could find the kitchen, after all, she was rather thirsty. She was sure the LeBeau's wouldn't mind if she had a glass of water.
After a minute of taking deep breaths, Remy managed to suitably calm himself to the extent that he could wipe away his tears and stand up to go and find Rogue, determined to get her back for tickling him into submission like that. Although he had to admit, that he hadn't laughed like that since he was a boy and he and Henri used to muck around in the gardens. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts from his mind, he carefully reached out with his empathy, searching for Rogue, slightly surprised to find her in the kitchen. He made his way towards her, quietly pushing open the kitchen door and peeking inside, where he found her drinking from a large glass of water. Her moves seemed almost sensuous, and as she finished off the glass and rand her tongue over her lips, he thought that she must be able to hear his heart pounding in his chest. She then turned back to the sink and began to wash up the glass she had used, before drying it and putting it back in th cupboard where she had found it. She was just reaching for the tea towel when the Cajun snuck up behind her and began to tickle her sides, one hand moving up to her underarms.
Within seconds Rogue was in fits of giggles, her laughter ringing out throughout the hallways, where the others were just making their way back to the room where they had been before. However, when they heard Rogue's laugh, they all redirected themselve to the kitchen sensing that that was where the missing pair were. "Remy, hahahahaha, stop, ah'm gonna, hahahahahahahaha drop the-" before she could get any further, Rogue's legs buckled and caved, and the glass she was holding slipped from in between her still wet hands, where she had been trying desperately not to drop it. Suddenly their was a smash followed by a loud gasp. They all hurried to the kitchen, worried that one of them was hurt. They pushed open the door only to find the pair frozen, staring at the broken glass on the floor.
Rogue glared at Remy. "You stupid Cajun!" She exclaimed, slapping him on the arm, non too gently either. "Now look what you gone and done. You just couldn't wait for meh to put the glass down like a normal person could you?" She accused.
"OW! Chere, dat 'urt!" He told her, clutching his arm.
"Aw, suck it up hot shot, and find meh a dustpan and brush. You are going to take meh into town later and ah am going to replace that glass. Ah cannot believe you made me do that. Ah don't know how your poor Tante manages to put up with you sometimes Swamp Rat." She told him, as she crouched down, beginning to pick up some of the larger pieces with her hands, being carefully to avoid the sharp edges so that she didn't cut herself.
Remy grumbled as he moved away from her to fetch the dustpan and brush, only to find the rest of his family as well as the Xavier crowed stood in the doorway, most of them grinning or trying to muffle their laughter. Remy once again froze, surprised to see them there, and more, that he hadn't heard them coming. "Er, Chere?" He called softly.
"What now Cajun? Can't you see ah'm a little busy cleanin up this mess? And ah don't see that dust pan and brush ah told you to fetch meh." She told him, the scowl evident from her tone of voice.
"Cherie." He called again, nudging her slightly, trying to get her to turn away from the glass to the crowd that was now plainly guffawing into their hands. His family more so that the Xavier crowd, after all, they had never seen Remy get burned so much by a fille. They were obviously impressed with Rogue, but Remy had spotted Tante Mattie in the back and was slightly worried that she was going to start brandishing her wooden spoon at him.
"Swamp Rat!" She exclaimed, his nudge causing her to cut herself with the glass, making her hiss slightly. She jumped to her feet, wheeling on Remy. "What did you do that for? Now look what you gone and made meh do!" She shouted at him, tossing the glass into the bin in front of her, before holding her hand closer to her face so that she could try and see if there was any glass in it.
"Rogue!" He sighed, frustrated that she wasn't getting the picture yet that there was a crowd watching them.
By now, completely furious with him, Rogue whirled around to yell at the idiot Cajun, only to come face to face with the rest of the group, both her family and his, all stood their laughing into their hands, tears running down several people's cheeks. Horrified, Rogue, moved slightly to try and cover up the glass, and gave a sheepish grin. "Er, so how long have you all been stood there?" She asked hesitantly, hoping that they didn't know what had happened.
"Since just after you dropped that glass." Jean-Luc told her, being the first to get his breath back.
Rogue blushed horribly. Embarrassed at what she had done. "Ah'm so sorry. Ah promise ah'll replace that glass. And ah'll clean up the mess." She promised. She then elbowed Remy in the stomach, eliciting a small 'oomph' from him. "Dustpan and brush?" She reminded him, glaring.
"Right." He replied, quickly fetching it from the other side of the room whilst Rogue sighed and turned back to the mess she had made, muttering about stupid cajun swamp rats and their stupid tickling fingers, causing the audience to grin and smirk at the pair. Rogue threw a few more of the larger pieces into the bin, and Remy returned with the dustpan and brush, Tante Mattie and Kitty moving to help her.
"Don't come any closer, either of you. This is mah mess. Ah'll clean it up." She announced.
"But Rogue, you've like, cut yourself." Kitty protested.
"It's fine." She told her.
"Mein schwester, if you are hurt, please let one of us help you." Kurt begged her, hating it when Rogue got hurt, after all, she had already been hurt so many times in her life.
"Kurt ah'm fine. The swamp rat's helping meh. See? He's finally brought meh the dustpan and brush ah asked for 5 minutes ago." She announced quite calmly, glaring at the swamp rat in question, causing more laughing from Remy's family, all of them deciding quite firmly that they liked Rogue very much.