French class-

French easily become Rogues favorite subject, it was different she like they way it sound and the history, she was genuinely interested in learning the subject. And it had nothing to with the fact that Remy LeBeau was best looking teacher who spoke the language like poetry and looked like perfection naked. Rogue sat in class watching Remy pace back and forth in front of the class. There connection was thick even when lecturing Remy's hypnotic eyes always fell back onto Rogue's emerald ones. It made her heart pump a little faster. Watching him made her feel strangely numb and hot. It was becoming hard to pay attention to his words and not the urges that grew in her belly.

"Ok class we shall continue tomorrow" Remy said to the crowed class, he took a long waited seat in his chair as the class packed up for the day. The door closed locking away the insane teen chatter with it. Remy began to reorganizing his papers when two moving ivory legs got his attention. Rogue had taken her pants off and was coming towards him in her fitted purple tank top and black panty.

"I was hoping to get some extra help" devious smile spread across Remy's face. He stood up from his chair and leaned against his desk.

"My services are always available"

"That's good because I'm in need of serious help" she eased her body into his brushing back some of his hair.

"I'm here to assist you in anyway" Their lips met with growing force. The kiss deepened allowing their tongues to find entrance to each others mouth where they danced to far corners. Rogue swung her arms around his neck pulling him down to her. Remy hands took full advantage to feeling her tempting skin. He stroked his fingers up and down her curves. They made their way up to her bra line where he fiddled with the hook to come off. Realizing what he was doing Rogue bite his bottom lip teasing regaining control. She pushed him down harshly on his desk. Climbing atop of him she peered at his firry eyes. How she loved the way they burned brighter for her.

"I think today I want to teach a lesion"

Rogue slid down to his buckle, unhooking it. She slowly pealed his pants taking hold of his boxers next gently removing them. Her lips made a pattern down his stomach while her hands scraped up his legs and thighs with hot motion. Her hand took hold of his solid member, Remy let out a small wimpier of pleasure. She processed with long defined strokes up and down him licking the tip of him in-between stokes. Remy let out bountiful cries of pleasure with each stroke. Then her mouth collected with his shaft.

"Rogue. Rogue. Rogue. Rogue!"

"Rogue…."

"Hello, Rogue" Remy tapped Rogues shoulder. "Rogue! You awake"

She flashed her head up with wide eyes, she cleaned the droll of her face and her text book. She scanned the room expecting peering eyes. Instead she found comfort in glowing eyes seated on rich sea of black.

"You ok there chere?"

"Yeah fine" she ran her fingers threw her hair. The class room was empty it was just her and Remy according to the clock class had been over for almost a half hour.

"Can't believe I slept so long, I have filing I need to finish." Embarrassed about falling asleep in his class she grabbed her things and headed for the door without taking notice to Remy's grinning face.

"Don't forget your book petite…." she was so close to perfect exit, all she wanted was a peaceful exit without him seeing her burning face.

"Ah yeah." Rogue took book and tried to run

"You in a rush?" he was posing up against the wall by the door stooping her

"I wouldn't be if you woke me up earlier!" she shot back at his now too close face

"Sorry your dreams just sound so enchanting…Teacher" He winked at her and took the lead out of the class room. Rogue wanted to fall into a whole she couldn't have been talking in her sleep could she? Things had been awkward between them but it had just stepped up a level.

That was third day in a row were she had a 'dream' in French class. How much more could she possible take? Since Remy and her explored the Green house, Remy had been plastered in her thoughts with no sign of relief. She didn't feel guilty for her actions; Bobby absent only increased since then . Even thought she couldn't face her heart if she and Remy went to edge again, she found herself longer for his company. Still it was she that decided they need to cool off.

OoOo

Later day-

Rouge sat in her room sobbing, the cure was wearing off and there was nothing to be done. She sat in horror as a pop up flashed on her computer screen with the newest percent of returned cases. 78% was the new tally, up 22% from last month. It was only a matter of time until she was part of the statistics. The whole school walked on egg shells to avoid the topic. Each time Rogue walk pass a group of students or enter a room it became instantly dead, every conversation ended and replaced with looks of pity. Who could blame them for talking, it was a hot topic. Rogue had been the schools hot topic for months now; being the only student to willingly take the cure, then catching Bobby and Kitty together on there two year anniversary only to take him back days later. Now this; 'the untouchable' was coming back at full speed she curtest herself each day she hated being known as the untouchable, it seemed that no matter what she could never out ran it out run the Rogue.

She started getting headaches for weeks now there was no avoiding it. It was when she was being examined by Hank the school doctor, when she felt the first pull it was small a memory of him fishing as a child that ran in her mind. It was the final string that proved that her powers were coming back. Hank swore to secrecy and promised he wouldn't tell until she was ready. Since then Rogue went back to being fully covered except her hands. To her having her hands free was like being normal. She figured that no one would say anything to her until they saw her hands covered. With the cases in the press most students avoided her including Bobby. She started to isolate herself away from everyone…

Knock-Knock Rogue didn't even finch she was still frozen on her bed crying

The knocking continued louder and harder even with the pillow on her head the noise rang in her head. At boiling point she yelled back at the door "What the hell! Go away!" she rose out of bed and marched to the door and flung it open. There before was the 6'3 man with medium dark auburn hair god that had been plaguing her dreams wearing his signature brown duster. He was leaning on the doorframe with his trade mark smirk glowing on his face; he stood there smirking at the women he came to see. And what a sight after crying for about two hours Rogue make-up was smeared, her mascara and eyeliner ran down her cheeks. Her often bouncy hair was lose and fuzzy.

"Oh Remy" she remembered what state she was in and tried to adjust herself with out looking too obvious.

" Ahh what are you doing here?"

Remy's red on black eyes traced her feminine curves he licked his lips at her before responding "You skipped dinner." He moved his hands from behind his back revealing a plate of pasta and a pie slice. A weak smile appeared oh Rogue's face.

"I would think, this would be the last place you would want be?"

"Not as long as you're staying here it isn't." he let himself in taking a seat on her bed "You seem lonely… where's the ice box?" Rogue didn't move from the door and said nothing in return

"Or are you just afraid to say it out loud?"

"Remy that's not nice"

"No what's not nice is they way he still treats you"

"Remy" Rogues face was red and a carried vengeful glare.

"Ok… I know that look I will say no more Chere" Remy played along pretending to zip his mouth

"Thank you" she replied taking up her lab top off the bed. Remy motioned to spot next to him on the bed.

"Take a seat"

"Thank you for bring me the food" she moved away from his glaze and walked to the window purposely trying not to take in all his glory.

"Well… you're not welcomed… you're not eating anything anymore chere"

"I haven't been able to keep anything down. Besides I'm not really…. I'm not in the mood for food."

"What?! You must be sick; you're always in the mood for food." The speed and rate Rogue could eat was impressive. He loved a woman who could eat; it always made him feel good to know she could handle her own. But how Rogue gorged food and didn't gain weight was beyond impressive it was a skill.

"I hate you sometimes you know that?" Rouge said folding her arms finally looking at him.

"I know but you love me for it just as much"

"I do feel like a double cheeseburger"

"Let's go and get some" Remy jumped like she made a command. He took up her jacket and grabbed her pushing her to the door

"No no no no !" Rogue was lost for a second but quickly regained composure unwrapping Remy's hand form her waist "I mean… I'll just text and ask Bobby to get me one on his way home." Her tone was mellow again.

"Bobby huh, so you know where he is?"

"Don't have too… I know he'll pick it up for me"

"Huh"

"What it's true he is a good boyfriend" Rogue tried to defend herself but it was a lost cause with Remy.

"If you say so"

"I'm not liking your tone" they both stood at opposite sides of the room inching towards each other.

"No tone it just seems like you're avoiding being seen with me is all"

"Can you blame me… after what happened I told you I needed space?"

"And I stayed completely out of your view for more then two weeks? That's space"

"You're such a guy"

"Is that why won't met me on the roof or go out with me anymore?... cause I'm a guy and you don't trust me?"

"It's not you I don't trust…" Rogues cell phone went off in her hand interrupting their conversation

"What does it say?"

"It says 'No big I'll be back a bit later'" Rogue's tone and facial expressions dropped, it wasn't often that she looked genuinely hurt.

"You got a good man there petite, it's not like he risk, eviction and humiliation for you" He chatted on as Rogues head was looking down at her phone "… look if you want me leave just say so… Don't be going text-in..g" he was cut off my a Rogue talking off her sweat cloths.

"Will you lay with me?"

"It isn't nice playing jokes on this old Cajun?" watching her form undress

"No joke… I had a rough day, please Remy… lie with"

Rogue didn't have to ask twice. Remy already took his duster off and was under the comforter. Rouge was now in a long t-shit and shorts and crawled into bed next to him. Remy lifted his hand so that Rogue could slide onto his chest; his chin rested on her forehead. Remy hand stroked Rogues hair comfortingly

"Isn't this how we got into trouble the first time" He had to ask, Remy feeling were growing deep with each stroke and he needed to know were her thoughts lied.

"This changes nothing… we won't cross that line again… I needed a friend is all"

"I'll doing anything you ask of me"

"Don't stop..."

"Don't stop what?"

"You stopped stroking my hair ….don't stop…"

Remy thoughts flew a mile a minute when she said don't stop how he would love for her to cry those words in his ear once again. He loved being able to be close to Rogue for any reason since their friendship bloomed- almost instantly. Maybe it was because they both were southern souls searching for a home. Possibly because they were both loners or realized that they had so much in common. What ever the reason was it didn't matter, Remy had grown close to her and needed to keep her happy at all cost. It didn't take long for Rogue to fall asleep; Remy wiggled off the bed in search of Rogues phone, her change in character came soon after Bobby's text message.

He picked the phone up; sent text-'Hey babe, I'm freaking out the rising cases in the cure I could really use you here with me.'

Received text- 'Don't worry so much, when it comes back at lest you can remember the times we had. I would come back but can't leave in the middle of a real important mission'

"What a fucking asshole"-French Rogue's lab top beep, he debated looking at it but she insisted there were friends and friends share. There was about fifty different cites about the cure- how long it's expected to last, they daily total of returned causes. "God, how my poor angel suffers" he said to himself clicking her listing page.

A new page popped up it was a link sent by Bobby. The link Bobby sent was for a European experimental drug that could hold back the mutant gene with a injection that must be taken six times daily the side affects included hair loss, forms of cancer, body numbness, loss of senses liver damage. . . "God!" Remy thought as he read the list the last one made his heart skip a beat, in-fertilization. Not that Remy had given serious thought into settling down and having kids let alone with Rogue. He knew enough about her to say that she was the kind of woman that would enjoy being a mother. With out hesitation he deleted it.

Remy was in need of fresh air after seeing what floods Rogue's mind daily, he exited the room through the window with a thief's grace.

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Onions, Tomatoes, Sweet Chile sauce, Pickles…BBQ and Cheese. Rogues mouth began to water in her sleep as her dreams ran from a naked Remy to naked Remy lying in a room filled of cheese burgers. She flashed out of her sleep with growling belly. Still tucked way in Remy's arms, she wiped the mouth water off her face before moving up to face him.

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"Almost two hours"

"And you stayed?"

"You asked me too"

"Do you smell cheeseburgers?" Rogue's eyes dratted around the room trying to find the smell

"Oh do you mean these?" Remy reached behind him to the night table and served Rogue a bag of Arnolds Burgers, her favorite. Rogues eyes lit up with a bright shinning smile.

"How did you?...When did you?...Thanks so much" She hugged Remy tight kissing his cheek at the same time. The couple sat eating burgers, gossiping and exchanging stories well into the morning hours.

ooOoOoOoO

New day-

As her days at the school progressed Rogue felt like she was lacking non existent even, she tried endlessly to slip back into her daily routine with no success. With out powers she was confined to duties of the house keeping- organizing documents, doing the filing and secludes for school. Lately she had been performing at half speed. Usually starting her day at nine, it was minutes to noon and Rogue was finishing up her shower. Shower, dress, food, library; for filling then to the head office for paper work and make the daily seclude, it even sounded boring she said inwardly. As much as she disliked her powers at times, they allowed her to have a bit of anarchy in her life. But powerless she felt bound to live a boring life.

Rogue stared at herself in the mirror, wondering how longer she could wear this happy girlfriend mask before she ripped her hair out. Taking a deep breath she opened her medicine cabinet taking out her birth control, removing it from the case eyes still fixated on the mirror she performed her actions out of memory. When it came time for the pill to fall into her palm and nothing did. She looked down to package…. empty. Rogue turned to her calendar above her desk, March 23rd circled in bold red marker. It was the 23rd… she repeated in her mind over and over… the 23rd. Rogue had always been like clockwork and there it was the 23rd and something was missing.