Author's Note- Hey all, I am SOOO sorry this took so long. I hope this chapter makes it worth the wait. The chapter title is the name of a Bon Jovi song. Lemon warning.

Lay Your Hands On Me

Kitty was awoken by a knock on the door. "I don't like furbies," came a voice next to her. Kitty smiled, shaking her head as she stood and walked over to the door opening it. Rogue stood outside the door.

"What's up?" Kitty asked yawning.

"We're heading out, we're going sightseeing," her friend told her.

"Okay, have fun." Kitty yawned again.

"Night, Kit." Kitty shut the door and went back to Pete climbing into bed with him.

"Should we get up?" Kitty asked.

"No. Sleep," Pete said not even opening his eyes but opening his arms for her. Kitty smiled crawling back into his arms.

In London

Remy showed Rogue all of the sites. They visited Westminster Abbey, Travalgar Square, the Tower of London, and the bridge, just to name a few. By the time that they returned to the apartment at four Kitty and Pete were still out. "Ah had a great time," Rogue smiled.

"Y' sound surprised," Remy said with mock hurt.

"Ah am a little," Rogue admitted. "After all this is our first real date and all. Ah really didn't know what to expect."

"Did Remy meet your expectations?" he asked sitting down on the sofa.

"I suppose," she mused crossing over to him to straddle his legs. She kissed him slowly. Remy broke the kiss arching an eyebrow at her.

"Are you trying to seduce me, chére?"

"Ah have to try?" He laughed pulling her down for another kiss. He deepened the kiss sliding his tongue against hers, moaning at her taste. His hands slid down her back coming to rest on her butt, urging her to move against him. "Do ya know how long Ah've waited to be able to do something like this?"

"Remy'd guess a long time."

"I just never dreamed that Ah could touch anyone like this, much less a man Ah loved."

"Loved?" Remy repeated.

"Yeah. Ya don't have to feel the same. Ah'd understand if ya-" Remy kissed her quickly.

"Je t'aime, ma chére," he told her. "Ah love ya." Rogue smiled.

"That's good."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, Ah'd hate for mah first time to be with a man who didn't love me."

"Um… what?"

"Don't play dumb, swamp rat. Although, it does suit you-" He kissed her again closing his eyes to bask in the sensations she never failed to bring forth in him. After a few minutes of kissing he flipped them over so he was on top of her. She pulled away with a giggle.

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"This kinda makes me a slut."

Remy blinked wondering what could make this girl in his arms ever think she was a slut. "What?"

"Havin' sex on our first date." Remy groaned dropping his head into the crook of her neck. "What?"

"Chére, if you want us to make love, Ah'm all for it, but are ya sure about this?"

"Yes," she told him kissing him lightly.

"And your collar is completely charged?"

She laughed. "Yes." He stood and swept her into his arms. "Watchin' too much Gone With the Wind?" He carried her to the guest room and deposited her on the bed.

"You're sure?" he asked again.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Just checkin'," he smiled. He then cursed.

"What is it?"

"Well, Remy wasn't exactly expectin' this, Rogue. Ah don't have any protection."

Rogue laughed but was pleased that he cared enough to tell her that. "Ah gotcha covered, swamp rat. Ah'm on the pill, all of us girls are."

"Thank God." He joined her on the bed and kissed her, letting his hands roam over her body lingering on her breasts. She broke away from him throwing her head back.

"Oh, Rem," she breathed. Remy grinned taking this opportunity to rid her of her shirt. Her black silk bra was quickly divested as well.

"Merde, chére," he murmured.

"What?"

"You're so belle," he told her. She smiled leaning in so their lips were touching. He slid his hands up her smooth stomach until he was cupping her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. She let out a soft whimper arching into his hands.

He chuckled against her lips. Rogue could feel the heat pooling in her stomach. She pulled away pulling his own shirt over his head. She stared transfixed by his eight-pack. Remy resisted the urge to preen at her obvious appreciation of his body.

"Wow," she breathed finally.

"Thanks," he grinned. She ran her hand over a tattoo of the King of Hearts that he had on his bicep before running her hands over his chest and down his stomach barely brushing the erection that was pressing against the confines of his jeans. His hips bucked against her hand. He tackled her kissing her, playfully nipping on her lower lip. She giggled but the giggle was lost in a gasp as he trailed his lips to her neck and nipped at the soft skin above her choker.

His lips moved lower and he cupped her breasts in his hands suckling one and teasing the other with his hand. Rogue moaned softly, her body moving restlessly against his. She wrapped her legs around his urging him closer. Remy cursed inwardly, Rogue was always a very passionate woman and she was making it extremely hard for him to hold on to his control.

He moved down slowly unbuttoning her pants and sliding them off, along with her underwear. He saw her bite her lip nervously. "Don't worry, chére. Ah'm gonna make this good." He winked at her before kissing his way up her legs.

She shuddered. Remy grinned to himself before spreading her lips and tasting her. Rogue cried out moving against him. Her hands fisted themselves in his hair, and he smirked to himself, continuing his ministrations and beginning to tease her with his fingers as well. Rogue closed her eyes tightly feeling her body tremble as it reached for something. She came with a soft cry.

He smiled, satisfied with himself. He got to his feet and divested himself of his jeans. He tossed them over his shoulder and joined her back on the bed. "Ah love ya, chére," he murmured.

"Ah love you too," she told him.

"This is gonna hurt," he warned her.

"Ah know, Ah want you, Remy," she told him her green eyes locked on his red-on-black eyes. He slowly entered her, closing his eyes. She was so tight and hot, he almost came right there. He thrust through her barrier in one smooth motion. She whimpered. It felt as though she were being torn apart.

"It's okay, chére," he murmured. "Just breathe." He kissed her slowly concentrating on not moving.

Slowly, she relaxed. "Ah'm okay, Rem," she told him feeling him shake from the exertion of staying still. He groaned with relief and began moving slowly. Rogue gasped as the pain faded. It was such a new feeling; he filled her so completely.

"Mon Dieu," he whispered still holding back his own pleasure as Rogue wrapped her legs around him and began moving against him.

"The name's Rogue," she smirked at him. He blinked, his brain not quite grasping the joke for a moment, before chuckling. He shifted his position so she cried out with every move he made. Her muscles clenched around him as she came with a loud cry.

He groaned thrusting harder and faster until he exploded inside her. He collapsed over her. "Damn."

"God, that was amazin'," she breathed.

"The name's Remy," he laughed rolling onto his back. She punched him in the shoulder lightly but laughed herself. "Ah love you, Rogue."

"Love you too, swamp rat." She cuddled close.

"Goodnight, chére."