Alright readers, you're going to have to put up with a Romy lemon in here. If you absolutely can't tolerate it, look out for this little warning ~~~. If you see the three squiggly lines, skip it, but I suggest you don't, because the lemon has a lot to do with why Marie needs to realize that Remy ISN'T the one for her.

Remy's patience was wearing thin. Months ticked by and...nothing.

Six months after the island, he was well aware that her so-called obliviousness was simply her ignoring his advances and affection to her.

On more than one occasion, he noticed that her gaze would linger on his naked chest whenever he exited the bathroom on his way to the bedroom to get dressed. He caught her gazing at him and even grazed his cheek a few time during a couple of tender moments they had shared.

But never anything more.

The fleeting touches and intense gazes were just too much for him. He needed to confront her...make her make a move.

He knew she wanted him...or at least she wanted sex. On nights when she slept in the bedroom, he often heard a soft sigh or whimper. Making it obvious that she was masturbating.

During one, quiet evening, Marie was drying the dishes in the kitchen when Remy came up and stood next to her, "You look pretty tonight, Belle."

Marie blushed and looked intently at the dish in her hands before muttering a "thanks". She bit her lip, praying that the moment would just pass and he would go sit back down...but no such luck.

A tingle ran up her spine as he reached over and brushed her hair off of her neck before leaning over. Just as he was about to connect his lips to her neck, she smoothly slipped away from him.

"I ain't gonna hurt you, petite."

Marie sighed, "I'm not worried about you hurting me...I'm worried about hurting you."

"What do you mean?"

Her bottom lip trembled as she plopped down on the couch and looked at her hands, "Emma said I absorbed other people to get some of the powers I have...that means I must've hurt people...and I have a bad feeling I might've hurt people on purpose. I may not know who I am now, but what if I wake up one day and remember that I'm a cold blooded killer? What if I'm a bad person? I can't start anything with you not knowing who or what I am..."

Remy knelt in front of her and put his hands on her legs as he looked into her eyes, "Belle...I can tell ya who you are."

Marie raised her eyebrows, "You can?"

"You're beautiful...you're kind...you're strong...and you got a wicked sense of humor. Fuck your past. Look to your future..."

Remy gently cupped her face in his hands before pulling her lips to his and kissing her passionately on the lips. Marie moaned as she eagerly returned the kiss and moved down to the floor in front of him before wrapping her arms around his neck.

He desperately crushed her body against his as their tongues played tug of war, but it came to an end all too soon. Marie pulled her lips away and attempted to pry his arms from around her waist, "No...we can't."

"Yes. We can", he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her again.

"Remy...no!" she yelled before pushing him away and running to the bedroom.

The sound of the door slamming echoed in the apartment for minutes after it had shut. He groaned and grabbed his jacket before leaving the apartment to take a walk.

The entire time he was away, he was seething. Why couldn't just let go of who she *might* be and be who she is? He stopped at a bar to have a few drinks and drown his frustrations.

By the time he returned to the apartment, the air was thick and smelled of Marie's shampoo, but once again, the bedroom door was closed. She'd taken a shower while he was gone and had probably gone to bed.

Remy stripped out of his coat, then his shoes and shirt. Just as he was about to lay down, he heard a small moan come from the bedroom.

He slowly crept to the door to listen, but the sounds stopped. Her sensitive hearing must have picked up on his movement, because even her breathing was stilled.

Boldly, Remy took a hold of the door knob and entered. He found her laying there, looking flushed, "What are you doing?"

He slowly stepped forward, making her grab her blankets around her tighter. Remy smiled, "I heard what you were doin' in here..."

"Leave..." she said as she sat up.

"No. I want you. You want me...it ain't got to be anymore complicated than that, belle." She started to say something, but he quickly leaned over and put a finger against her mouth. She looked into his eyes and laid back down as he climbed onto the bed on top of her.

~~~Remy moved his finger and quickly replaced it with his lips as he yanked the blankets out from between them and pressed himself between her spreading thighs.

Marie arched beneath him and gasped as his covered groin brushed against her bare crotch. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck as he reached between them and began expertly undoing his pants with one hand.

When his erection sprang forward, he brushed his fingers against Marie's moist crevice and murmured against her ear, "I wanna be inside of you so bad..."

Marie responded by rolling them over and landing on top of him. She yanked off the giant t shirt she wore as a nightgown and tossed it away before positioning herself atop him and sinking down onto his throbbing member.

Remy's mouth fell open as he he was overcome with pleasure. He couldn't speak or move...he could barely make a sound as her hips began to roll and wiggle, working their voodoo magic.

As he stared up at her naked body, he wanted so badly to reach up and squeeze her breasts, but once again, the pleasure of her quivering flesh wrapped around his cock made it virtually impossible for him to do anything but pant as she threw her head back and rocked against him, moaning and gasping.

Finally, Remy began to regain control of his faculties. As he reached up to grab her breasts, he moaned, "Damn baby...you feel too good..."

Marie's movements grew faster and rougher as she smirked, "You're not so bad yourself, LeBeau..."

Remy's eyes rolled to the back of his head. This girl was too much...he wasn't sure he would survive this much pleasure. All he could do was lay there and let her have her way with him like he was some sort of living doll.

"Oh god! Remy! I'm close!"

"Thank god",he thought. He had been feeling like he'd been ready to come since the moment she sunk down on him.

Marie growled softly as she reached down and ran her fingernails over his pecs. He hissed in pain and surprise as she drew a small amount of blood, but didn't let that deter him from his ultimate goal.

A few moments later, she cried out and threw her head back as she came hard. Remy let himself go almost as soon as he felt her muscles clamp down on him.

She smirked as she leaned down and kissed his neck, oblivious to the fact that he was barely conscious.

Remy was surprised and startled when she didn't move from atop him, but instead, continued caressing his body.

"Uhhh...what ya doin', belle?"

Marie grinned mischievously and rolled her hips as his softening member jumped within her, "What do you think I'm doin'? You can't possibly think I'm done with you..."

Remy's body trembled as she began nibbling on her ear.

"This is it. This is how I'm going to die",he thought to himself as shivers ran up his spine.

He smirked a little. Death by orgasm isn't a bad way to go. Her insatiable body was moving atop him again with renewed vigor. His newly re-erected penis twitched and he knew that this time, he might be able to last longer. He grabbed her hips and rolled them over as he laid a kiss against her lips.

Marie scratched down his back and locked her firm thighs tightly around his waist in order to prevent any premature escape from the vice grip of her dripping wet snatch.

Remy shut his eyes tight, "Petite...you're so beautiful...you're like a damn goddess-"

"Jus shut up and fuck me, LeBeau!"

He obeyed as he eagerly drilled into her, their bodies obscenely slapping together as she cried out in pleasure, "Oh yes! Yes!"

Remy groaned his way through a powerful release and collapsed atop her, panting and sweating from the exertion of his second release. He'd be lucky if he had enough energy to lift himself off of her exquisite body.

Minutes later, when he'd drug himself off of her and plopped face first onto the mattress next to her, he was halfway startled and halfway impressed to feel her hand roam down his back.

Could it be possible that she was trying to go AGAIN?

He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. By the time Marie's advances became more noticeable, he had fallen into a much needed slumber.

Disappointed, she plopped onto the bed beside him and fell asleep.~~~

Marie's insatiable sexual appetite became one of their major unspoken issues as their relationship moved forward. There were times when one orgasm was just fine, but Remy often found himself on the business end of her desire for three or more climaxes.

Although not wholly satisfied physically, Marie stayed with Remy because of his affection toward her and the help he'd given her when she was destitute. She wasn't sure if what she felt for him was the "real thing", but she realized that there was a chance she'd never know exactly what that was, so she stayed with him through thick and thin.

Over the next fifteen years, Marie and Remy's relationship experienced multiple trials and tribulations.

For some reason, Marie developed a bit of a wandering eye during her relationship with him.

If she could remember her past, she'd know that her desire to stray was more than an issue of sexual satisfaction. As long as a feral found their mate, they were together for life and faithful. But Marie's instincts and subconscious knew that Remy was not her true mate...so her body continued the search, even if her mind and conscience wasn't quite on board with the whole "cheating" deal.

She was wracked with guilt, and it showed. Remy, having been a professional liar his whole life, immediately recognized the lie. When he demanded to know where she'd been, she barely remembered the name of the man she'd had her one night stand with.

Marie apologized profusely. After all, he'd been so good to her...how could she do such a thing? They resolved the conflict after a long, drawn out discussion. Remy seemed relieved and thankful that she didn't want to leave him...which is probably why he let it slide when she failed to promise that it would never happen again...

Several other, smaller issues plagued them, but they couldn't seem to escape each other...no matter how bad it got. Even when she came home from one of her liasons to find him drunk, waiting for her...

She walked in and set her bag down, "What are you still doin' up?"

Remy stood and lazily sauntered over to her, still holding the bottle of bourbon, "I thought it might be a good idea to wait up for you...see what low life you came home smelling like this time."

Marie closed her eyes as she shrugged off her coat and tossed it over the back of a nearby chair, "It's late. You're drunk. We'll talk tomorrow."

She tried to brush by him to head to the bathroom, but he grabbed her arm, "You're not a whore, Marie! So why do you insist on actin' like one?"

She snatched out of his grip and held a hand up, "Remy. Stop it. I'm not talking to you when you're like this. Go to bed."

And with that, she left him standing in the living room, seething. Marie was distracted by the sound of the running water, so even her enhanced senses didn't pick up on Remy entering the bathroom.

She screamed when he snatched back the shower curtain and eyed her with his angry eyes that had begun to flash red and black. Marie tried to grab a hold of the shower curtain to pull it back in place, but his grip was unrelenting.

"I hope you washed all that dirty motherfucker's cum off of you!"

"Remy-"

He suddenly grabbed the handheld shower head from its place and began spraying her in the face. He grabbed some shower gel and began angrily squirting it at her as she yelled at him, "Remy! Stop!"

"You act like a dirty whore, I'll treat you like one!"

Marie managed to slap the shower head out of his hand and before landing a hard slap to the side of his face.

Remy touched his cheek before slowly dropping the shower gel and staring at her in shock. Marie quickly rinsed off and grabbed a towel before rushing out of the shower with tears in her eyes.

Remy, meanwhile, still stood there in shock. He'd lost it. He'd never acted like this before...but then again, he'd never been cheated on before. HE was usually the one doing the cheating and on the receiving end of a woman's tantrum.

One of the main reasons he'd gone through four cars in three years was because of the mutilation they'd been through at the hands of women he'd wronged.

Deep down, he knew it was his own fault. The charming, smooth talking cajun knew just what to say to keep a woman begging for more...including "I love ya, belle...you're the only one for me."

So it was no surprise when she found out that she was just "one" of many that she didn't take it too well.

He now understood the level of rage and anger that those women had when they took a crowbar and keys to his cars.

He'd lost his cool and it was because he was in love with Marie...and it killed him to know that he wasn't enough for her. Yes...payback was a raven-haired bitch.

Now here they were, 15 years later and hanging on by a thread because of his drinking and gambling and her body's constant hunt for her mate. They were constantly breaking up and getting back together, but in the end, Remy was too in love with her to stay away, and Marie was too afraid to let go of the only familiar thing she had since waking up all those years ago.

Sure, she'd made friends in the past decade and a half...but Remy had been there since day one. He was her only form of a past...he was all she had. If she lost him, she would feel as though she was losing her memory all over again.

Remy was now nearly 40. He was still handsome, and his age had only made him more distinguished than he had been as a young man barely in his twenties.

Marie, however, still didn't look a day over 19. The one thing on her that hadaged, was her hair. Two streaks of white hair now framed her still teenaged face.

The fact that Marie was still the same young knock out she was when they first met only served to make Remy's jealousy and distrust of her even worse. Of course, she'd struggled with remaining faithful to him long before people started asking if he was her uncle when they went out, but Remy was having a difficult time being the far less publicly gawked at one in the relationship.

One evening, while they were hanging out at their favorite bar, Marie and Remy spotted a couple of unfamiliar faces enter. Of course, Marie raised a brow at the man with the red sunglasses on, while Remy sent a brief, respectful glance in the direction of the white haired, dark-skinned woman that accompanied him.

Marie watched the woman whisper something to the man, then nod in their general direction and make their way to their booth. Remy tightened his grip around Marie's shoulders when the guy in the red sunglasses approached.

"Are these seats taken?" asked the chiseled man.

Remy eyed him carefully and motioned toward the seats, "Not at all, friend. Please, have a seat."

When the strangers were settled, the white haired woman spoke, "My name is Ororo Munroe...and this is my friend, Scott Summers. We're in town temporarily...looking for recruits."

Marie raised a brow, "Recruits for what?"

Scott clasped his hands together, "Have you ever heard of a man named Charles Xavier?"

Remy and Marie both nodded, but only Remy spoke up, "Ain't he that man that's always talkin' bout mutant-human equality?"

Ororo nodded, "Yes. He's an active spokesperson when it comes to mutant rights. He has a school in Westchester, New York...it's a school for mutant children. Most of them are runaways or were shunned by their families because of their mutations."

For some reason, that sparked Marie's interest. She sat forward in her seat, "Sounds like a pretty noble cause...but I still don't see why you need recruits."

Scott spoke up, "Well, aside from the school, Charles Xavier formed a mutant task force called the X Men. We find the most gifted mutants and train them to fight for the good of human-mutant relations everywhere."

There was a moment of silence on Marie and Remy's side of the table until they both erupted in laughter. Scott and Ororo looked unsurprised at their reaction.

Marie shook her head and snorted a little, "Wow. You two sure are good for a laugh!"

"So, do you guys have uniforms? Do the women wear leotards and spandex?"

Ororo sighed, "It may sound far fetched, but it's true. While Charles openly tackles the issue of mutant equality diplomatically, we have enemies who are going about the job...a little differently."

"Violently", said Scott.

The white haired woman nodded in agreement, "Yes...violently."

"So...this team plays super hero? I'm sure that can't be a 24/7 job. What do you do with the rest of your time?" asked Marie.

"We teach and train the students. I teach all mathematics courses, Scott teaches history and social studies. His fiance, Jean, teaches biology and chemistry, and the professor teaches Physics and ethics courses."

Marie raised a brow and sat back, "Why us?"

"A telepath by the name of Emma Frost told us about both of you. She said that you were both very powerful and might be willing to join our cause."

Remy muttered and shook his head, "Emma...shit. She still with y'all?"

Scott shook his head, "She's just an old student of the professor's. She drops in and out frequently and when we asked if she'd be willing to stay, she declined, but gave us the name of two mutants who could be of some help to us...you. She said you're both class 5."

Marie crossed her arms, "Well, I don't know what I'd teach...I'm not necessarily a scholar, and, as far as I know, I didn't go to college. I know Remy didn't go."

"Well, as far as Remy goes, we think he'd be a good fit teaching Battle Strategies and Tactics since Emma claimed you were a master of deception."

Remy turned a deep shade of red and cleared his throat as Ororo turned to Marie, "And Marie...we thought you might work well as one of our self defense instructors. She said she'd read your mind before and had impeccable instincts."

Marie nodded in agreement. With all her late night partying and random, one night stands, she'd had to protect herself on more than one occasion. She cleared her throat, "What's the pay like?"

Scott pulled out a pad and pen. As he wrote, he spoke, "Remember...this includes room, board, food, utilities...everything, since you'll be expected to live in the school."

He slid the paper across the table. Marie and Remy's eyebrows both shot up.

"Pretty generous for an honest days work", said Remy suspiciously.

Marie rolled her eyes and muttered, "Like you'd known anything about an honest days work..."

Remy's jaw clenched as the tense moment didn't go unnoticed by the two sitting opposite them on the other side of the booth.

"So...are you interested?"

Remy quickly spoke up, "No. We're not."

Marie furrowed her eyebrows, "Excuse me, but I do believe I can speak for myself..."

Again, Scott and Ororo exchanged looks. Scott pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to Marie, "We'll be leaving here tomorrow night. If either of you are interested in the offer, show up at that address by 8 tomorrow."

That night, after returning to their apartment, Marie let loose on Remy, "Why would you wanna turn this opportunity down? I've been working as a waitress, bar tender, hostess and receptionist for fifteen years. I'm sick of it! I want something real!"

Remy yanked off his jacket, "I told you you could stop working."

"Right, so I can play housewife and depend on you for money."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Marie threw her hands up, "You GAMBLE for a living, remember, Gambit? That's not necessarily the foundation of a decent, ten year plan."

He sighed, "I'm not cut out to play hero. I live this way because that's how I like it. I haven't been waitin' on somethin' better to come along...and I was hopin' you hadn't been either..."

She sighed and put her hands on her hips, "This just doesn't feel natural to me...I need to try somethin' else."

"So that's it. We either do this together or you go without me?"

Marie nodded, "Yeah...that's pretty much it."

Remy took her by the waist and pulled her to him, "Tell ya what...I'll go with you...but if I'm not happy...we'll figure it out..."

He kissed her, then gave her a sweet hug as she fought back the need to tell him that she rather he didn't come...

Twenty-four hours later, they touched down in the hangar at the X mansion. They were escorted through the sterile looking lower levels of the mansion before boarding an elevator. Ororo, or "Storm" as she preferred to be called inside of the mansion, told them that they would get a full tour the next day, after they'd had a chance to settle in and get some rest.

Marie's excitement was evident when she woke up early the next morning to eat breakfast and tour the mansion.

Remy, meanwhile, drug his feet the whole morning and acted as if he was hung over...even though he didn't have a drop of alcohol the previous day.

Marie delighted in meeting some of the children and happily toured the vast mansion after breakfast. When they arrived in the lower levels, they finally met Professor Xavier and Jean Grey.

They had just come from examining one of their other new recruits. As Marie engaged them in conversation, Remy sighed, "Welp, I'm gonna head back up. I think I've seen enough of down here..."

Jean, the professor and Storm smiled, "We can take you...Marie, are you coming?"

"I think I'll keep exploring...you said my class was down here and every single one of these hallways looks alike, so I guess I should get familiar with it so I'm not late for my first day!"

The professor smiled, "Very well..."

Marie waved at the trio as they left, then turned around and began making her way down the hallway. She happened upon the gym before coming across a series of rooms that must have made of the infirmary. When she nosily poked her head into the last room, she was confronted with the very chiseled, bare back of a man who was just picking up his shirt.

"Oops! Sorry...didn't know anyone was..." Marie's voice trailed off as her mouth dropped open. The front was most definitely more impressive than the back. Not only was his body a work of art, but his face was the picture of manly handsomeness..containing deliciously untamed muttonchops and a head full of wild hair.

The depth of his hazel eyes nearly shocked her as they met her own.

She thought she would melt when he simply said, "Hey..."

Her lips quirked into a stupid, half smile as she nearly whispered, "Hey..."

There was a long, surprisingly not awkward, moment of silence before she finally spoke, "I'm a new recruit...I was just tryin' to familiarize myself with the lay out since my class is down here."

The man finally put his shirt on and quirked an eyebrow, "Your class is down here? What are you teaching?"

"Self defense."

"Me too", he murmured gruffly.

He walked toward her and extended his hand. She reached forward and shook his hand. As soon as their skin connected, she felt as though a jolt of electricity was sent through her body.

Everything about him intoxicated her...from his appearance to the deep rumble of his voice...he was perfect. She breathed in through her nostrils and had to fight to keep her eyes open. He smelled so good...

Meanwhile, Logan was in his own state of euphoria. Everything about her made him want to throw her down and take her right on the cold, hard floor of the med lab.

When Jean entered the room, they realized they were still holding hands and promptly let go.

Jean gave them a funny look, "Sorry...I left my phone down here. Logan, I see you met your future partner in crime. Marie here will be teaching self defense along with you."

Logan looked back at the girl with the white streaks in her hair and whispered her name, "Marie..."

She smiled, "Logan...it's nice to meet you. I guess I should get going..."

He nodded, "Likewise..."

Jean was surprised that he all but ignored her presence as he watched Marie leave.

Hi all! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Now, I know some of you may be upset about Marie's ooc tendencies, but (in my mind) this is how Marie would be if she absorbed enough of Logan to permanently retain his healing factor and personality traits. She's feral now, so her sexual appetite is insatiable compared to that of a non-feral. Part of her is still "Marie", being that she does have some form of guilt for sleeping around...unlike Logan, who just blows through women like it's nothing.

I know that I've also given Remy a pretty unflattering name, but I had to to keep the audience firmly on Rogan's side. He didn't want to hurt her. He's actually truly in love with her, but he's so used to being a "thief and liar", he's not too sure how to go about getting what he wants without lying. Please review!