Hello people!! First of all I want to apologize for the late late update, I'm so sorry and hope you readers are still out there. Secondly I really want to thank all of you who had read, reviewed and added this to your favorite/alert list, but also the unsigned reviewers since I can't reply you properly, every single review means a lot!!! Last but not least thanks to Wanda W, my dear beta-reader since she's a very important piece of this fic too. Don't forget to review.

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Gambit's hands snaked around her waist and slowly moved down to her thighs, squeezing them slightly. Rogue moaned at his action and Remy took this as an invitation. He grabbed Rogue's legs firmly keeping them around his waist and then without unlocking his gaze from hers, he stood from the couch, picked her up and walked towards her bedroom.

Placing Rogue on the bed, Gambit crawled on top of her as he felt her hands roaming across his back. Grabbing the collar of his trench coat, she slid it off his shoulders and tossed it on the chair he'd been sitting before.

"Now," Remy said in a gasped voice. "Y're teasing moi chère."

"Ah wasn't the one who started Cajun." Rogue said snaking her legs around his waist.

Remy put his arms at each side of her head and raised the upper half of his body, taking in the full view of Rogue laying on the bed under him, her loose hair spread all over the light-green duvet. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to have his way with her right there and then and her moans and suggestive looks weren't exactly helping. He leaned his face down closer to hers and whisper in her ear.

"Y're playin' with fire chère."

"Then Ah guess Ah'm about to get burned."

Shit, she did it again. The tone of her voice mixed with the word 'fire' sent shivers down his spine. Sure, he was a ladies man, but he'd never met a girl like Rogue, even without having to touch her soft skin -a thing that could kill him- he was already burning with desire. His hands slid over her breasts and his mouth followed them, kissing and nibbling her petit figure through her cotton shirt. Never had a fabric tasted this good. With every moan escaping from her lips, he roamed more and more hungrily across her flat stomach, ribs and breasts, stopping just at the edges of her shirt.

He felt as Rogue stroked her hands all over his back and up to his head and her fingers traveled through his messy soft hair. Rogue gasped at the sensation he was provoking in her, then abruptly she untied her legs from his waist and grabbing his hair gently she forced him to raise his face and meet her eyes.

"Are yah crazy Cajun? Do yah want to get killed?"

"Like dis? I'm more dan willing," he said with a smirk and leaned closer to her face.

Rogue pulled back and whispered, "Stop! Remy stop... Ah'm not kidding." She said as she pushed him slightly. "Ah just..."

Remy pulled back and looked down at her, clearly concerned. "I- I'm sorry... Dieu, je suis tellement desolè..." he mumbled, getting embarrassed by the fact that HE had made her uncomfortable, when he knew exactly how distressed she could get about her mutancy. To his surprise, she shook her head.

"No Remy, don't be... Ah let yah- Ah mean, Ah started it..." Rogue closed her eyes and let a sigh escape her lips. "Ah ju- Ah just gave myself into it and... Ah'm sorry," she whispered turning her face away to avoid his gaze.

Gambit rolled over and lay next to her. Rogue turned to look at him; he had his eyes closed. Rogue couldn't believe she had gone that far. How could she let this happen? She had absolutely lost any kind of self-control. Remy rolled over to look at her and smiled. She tried to say something but her thoughts were a mess in her head.

"Don' chère," he said placing his finger on her lips. "No harm done, hein?" a faint smile spread over Rogue's face. "Now, get some sleep..." Remy said as he stood from the bed and walked to the door. "I'm gonna have a cup of coffee," he said looking at Rogue. "Be right back." He lied.

...

Remy did have a cup of coffee but didn't come back to her room. He couldn't. He just wait until she fell asleep to check if everything was ok, windows locked, blinds shut and lights off. He couldn't take any risk; it was her safety in jeopardy here. He looked at her sleeping form from the doorway of the bedroom. There she was, her beauty in all its glory. She looked so peaceful. It has to be one of the best things in the world, and one of the things he loved about her. The way she slept. Even before he really knew her or fell for her, he had loved that. Truth to be told it wasn't the first time he gazed at her like that, back at New Orleans he had spent so many nights watching her from a distance, going unnoticed to both Rogue and that guard dog Pietro Maximoff. Remy chuckled thinking who was the worst to deal with, Pietro or Logan.

He loved to look at her while she slept, there was something about it –he couldn't exactly tell what- that made him feel peaceful, relaxed as if nothing or no one could ruin that moment. He felt privileged. There she was Rogue, THE Rogue, turning everything off, tearing her walls down, all her defenses and letting him watch her. Yes, he was indeed privileged.

Remy went to the bathroom, took a quick warm shower, shaved and put a clean pair of jeans on, leaving his chest uncovered. Carefully he looked back into the bedroom, she was still sleeping, but he decided to leave the door half-open, just in case and then he sat on the sofa in the little living room. He tried to make himself comfortable and turned the TV on, jumping from channel to channel with nothing but late advertising program content. Remy continued the channel surf; he was trying to set his mind on anything but the sexy girl in the bedroom. Then, he came across a music channel -VH1- he read at the corner, the background sound seemed to relax him and mumbling the song he went back to the kitchen for another coffee.

The song ended and another began.

Remy smiled as he recognized the song. It was Kings of Leon 'Sex on fire'. He loved it. He didn't know exactly when how or why, but one day he'd found himself enjoying it badly. He went back to the living room and listened to the lyric as he stood by Rogue's doorframe humming the tune as he watched her again.

Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

He felt bad for what happened before. He couldn't believe how out of control he'd let things get. He had unintentional scared her and made her uncomfortable, but again how was he supposed to control himself when the woman he desired, wanted and loved had for a moment willingly given herself to him. For God's sake, that woman was an invitation to sin.

A wave of desire ran through his body as thoughts of what could have been flooded his mind. He cursed himself for what he did, he had been more than willing to have his way with her; he could have been killed. But to his surprise what bothered him the most was that he had just focused on his desire, his needs not hers…

"Y' deserve de best ma chère," Remy said in a whisper. "Et je te promets, if dis ever happens, I'll give it to y'."

For the pragmatic Remy LeBeau, sex had always been more like a natural process, a must in life. You date the girl, and then you have the girl. That was it, no less no more. And God knew he had had plenty of lovers in the past, some of them great in bed, but that was all. He had given none of those girls the chance to become more, not that he wanted it, though. Until Rogue.

Remy saw in Rogue something he had never seen in any other girl. He saw beyond the gorgeous woman she was. He saw in her the opportunity for a non-sexual relationship, for true intimacy, even when he didn't knew about her mutation. Rogue, the girl that killed with a touch and ironically pleaded one. She needed not just the touch but the feel, she wanted to feel... just as much as he.

She couldn't deny it, nor did he. There was something between them, bigger than their powers and their loyalties. He could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him. It was like Remy could see himself through her; she was the most pure thing that ever happened to him. No other woman had ever had this sort of power on him, yet he didn't regret it, it was incredible. Even when it was alarming and scary to feel a wave of unknown emotions rising up in his body, he enjoyed it. If there was anyone worth all of it, it was she; it was Rogue.

...

Remy's blackberry vibrated a few moments before he noticed it. The sound it produced against the surface of the coffee table brought him back from his thoughts. As Remy looked at his phone's lighted screen, he realized his mistake. Too focused on Rogue and the overwhelming sensation she produced in him, he had completely forgotten about the X-men. He saw that he had already received several texts from Logan while the phone had been forgotten in the living room, during his brief make out session with Rogue.

'Damn silent mode,' Remy thought. Although the mere idea of being interrupted by that grumpy man while his hands where traveling across Rogue's body made missing the messages well worth Logan's certain desire of beating him down.

With no other choice, Remy dialed Logan's number and let out a deep sigh, this was going to be long.

"Y' filthy thief!" Logan's voice resounded through the phone. Remy noticed the rage but chose to play things cool.

"Alò to y' too mon ami... I'm fine, merci!"

"Don't play games with me Cajun!" Logan said still full of anger, Remy could swear he hasn't even breathed. "Why the hell you didn't pick up? Where's Rogue? How is she? What the fuck where you doing to her?"

Smiling, Remy thanked God for being on the phone with Logan and not in front of him. He enjoyed noticing how much he could annoy the X-men leader, especially when it came to Rogue.

"Relax mon ami or y'r gonna have a heart attack. De fille is good, non she's more dan good she's très magnifique and believe moi if I could I've already done the latter..." Remy said clearly referring to Logan's last question.

"Don't you dare Gumbo," Logan exclaimed. "Listen to me you put a hand on that girl and I'll rip your intestines out!"

"Et what if she's de one who wants mes mains on her," Remy took a moment to imagine the look on Logan's face. "Or what if she's de one with her hands all over moi! Trust moi Wolverine, de femmes love Remy LeBeau."

"Cut it out thief!" said Logan. "And thank God we still need you, otherwise I would slice you in pieces." Logan took a deep breath before he continued. "Listen to me... Gambit? Are you there?"

"Oui, mais I'm not sure how safe is dis line."

"It's safe, trust me, I would never put a member of my team at risk... Forge's own life guarantees the safety of our phones."

Neither Kurt nor Logan noticed Forge's face turn pale at Logan's words.

"We're back in the Institute, the MRD is under control... for now. But Rogue's still one of their major targets. Pryde took a look at their computer files when she and Iceman entered their base. Now we have two choices: one you bring Rogue back to us and disappear from my sight before I beat your sorry ass down and Rogue becomes our business, or-"

Remy heard some background voices, even though Logan tried to cover the phone's speaker. Surely Logan wasn't comfortable with the next option and that made Remy smile; if Logan wasn't happy about it, it perhaps meant that Remy was going to enjoy it.

"You take Rogue as far away as possible, as far as you can... until I can get in touch with somebody and be sure of her safety." Remy couldn't believe his ears. Sure Logan's evident reluctance meant something, but he never expected this. He had the best opportunity to smooth things over with Rogue and be closer to her right in front of him. Heck, maybe to even pursue a serious relationship with her, to show her he was the right man for her. Certainly luck was on his side.

"D'accord," Remy said shortly. No reaction could be noticed now, besides Rogue's safety was still in danger and that was the most important thing to both Wolverine and him.

"Ok then," Logan said more calmed now. "Do you know where to take her?"

"Non, not yet."

"I've heard about your little offering… so don't you ever dare."

"I suppose y'r talkin' about president Kelly."

"Yes I am, listen Cajun Magneto is just waiting for the slightest provocation to start a war. All he need is one pretext, so don't. We can't allow this now."

"Don' worry I've turned down dat offer."

"Ha," Logan chuckled. "So the little thief has some values after all… what's up Cajun you realized you're a mutant yourself?"

"I didn't do it for moi," Remy said looking towards Rogue's half opened bedroom door. "Nor de mutant kind... I did it for her."

Well, that surely caught Logan off-guard. Not wanting to go deep into Remy's reasons or feelings towards Rogue he changed subjects. "Muir Island."

"Quoi?" Remy knew the name but wasn't sure what Logan meant.

"Muir Island," he said again. "It's a safe place, Dr. McTaggert is and old friend of Charles. Rogue would be safe there... you two would be safe there." Logan corrected.

"I'll have it mind," Remy said.

"Not wait, that wasn't a suggest-" but Remy hang up before Logan was able to finish. "Gumbo?"

"Argh!" He snarled showing his distinctive eyeteeth, a gesture that scared everyone around him. "That filthy thief! I swear if he puts a hand on Rogue..." He stood up violently, knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He let out a frustrated growl as he walked out of the room.

A second later, the sound of his adamantium claws popping out came from the other room, followed by a sharp one. Bobby frowned and gave Kitty a questioning look; the girl just shrugged her shoulders in response. Everybody stayed silent for an instant before Forge reacted.

"No!" he said as he stood up and walked out the room.

Utterly confused Kitty and Bobby followed him, while Emma let out a faint laugh that made Kurt and Ororo went after them. Forge's complaints were muffled by the sound of Logan's bike driving away.

"God, he did it again!" Forge said with a nod. "I told him to be gentle!"

Scott turned to see Emma, who has sit next to him with looking for some kind of explanation.

"Gentle?" He asked bemused.

"The Blackbird," Emma said with a seductive smile, she loved the kind of attention Scott used to give her from time to time. "Wolverine raked his claws against it, just as he did the when we went to Africa."

"Guess he's more upset than I thought," Scott said. "Didn't know he cared that much for Rogue."

"It's not just Rogue," Emma said in a warm voice. "It's Gambit and the things he knows could happen between them."

"But Rogue," Scot said raising his gaze again and meeting Emma's. "She can't… I mean with her power the possibility to touch another human without absorbing him is-"

"Oh Scott," Emma said standing up and walking towards the door. "He's a thief… he has more aces under his sleeve than you or Wolverine could ever imagine."

"Emma wait," Scott ran after her and grabbed her wrist. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said locking his gaze with her eyes. "Gambit is the kind of guy that doesn't give up until he gets what he wants." She said coming closer to Scott, leaving bare inches between their faces. She noticed his body stiffen and the sudden thoughts her proximity caused on him, all of them bringing the image of Jean Grey back, which bothered her. "Come on Scott," Emma chuckled as she moved away from him again; she wasn't going to give up so easily on him. "There are more people like Gambit in this world than you could ever imagine… some even living under this roof." With that she exited the room, while Scott found himself unable to peel his eyes from the perfect swaying of her hips.

"What the hell was that?" Kitty asked startled at Scott.

"I- I'm not sure…" Scott mumbled. "I mean, nothing. Goodnight Kitty." He said as he walked towards the main hall.

"Did you see that?" she then asked Bobby, who like Scott was looking after the seductive Emma Frost. For God's sake the boy was almost drooling. "Bobby!" The girl exclaimed. "I can't believe it!"

"Kit- Kitty," Bobby shook his head and turned to see the pretty brunette behind him. "I'm sorry."

"She's a telepath remember?" Kitty said as she passed by his side clearly annoyed by what had just happened. "She knows what you're thinking!"

"No, Kitty wait!" Bobby tried to grab her hand but his hand phased through it.

"Goodnight Bobby." She said as she walked towards the main stairs.

"What about our date." He shouted back waving a hand in order to catch her attention.

"Yeah sure… forget about it." Kitty said without turning back to look at him.

"But Kit, oh come on." Bobby sighed and turned to ice the glass of water she was carrying. "She's nothing compare to you… you are, we are."

"We're nothing Iceman." Kitty said as she turn around and threw at him the now frozen glass.

"Ah Kitty please… don't you wanna be like Rogue and dat Gambit guy?" Bobby said with a smile and what he swore was a seductive glare.

"Believe me Bobby you're far from be like him…" Kitty chuckled, but somehow felt sympathy for the boy staring at her with a look full of adoration. "Tell you what," she said smiling back at him. "I'll rethink the date if you stop drooling every time Emma passes by your side."

"Uh ok. Sure. Absolutely!"

"Goodnight then." Kitty turned around again.

"Goodnight babe."

"Call me that again and I'll forget the whole thing!" Kitty said before she disappeared behind the wall.
"Uh ok, sorry about that no more babe, no more Emma got it!" Bobby said back to no one in particular.

"Drake," Kurt's voice s said from behind. "Just cut it out, don't push the girl if you want to have that date."

"…" Bobby turned around and looked at Kurt Wagner, who was leaning against the wall and has watched the entire scene. "So what do you think about Rogue?" Bobby said clearly embarrassed to change subjects. "You still cared about her right?"

"Of course I do," Kurt said. "She's my sister. Sure I'm worried about her, but, right now she's better away from us… from her home," Kurt said sure that there was no other home for Rogue than the Institute.

"And you trust Gambit?" Bobby asked sincerely.

"I trust Rogue that's all I need."

"Right… says the guy who's in love with Magneto's hot daughter."

"Really Drake, shut up." Kurt said turning around. He then took a last look at Bobby and added. "And don't ever refer to Wanda like that again." He said before disappearing and leaving behind a faint trail of smoke.

...

"Alò, Henri?" Remy's voice was almost a whisper, but his brother immediately recognized him.

"Remy, how are y'?"

"I'm fine frère." Remy said as he lit up a cigarette.

"Where are y'?" Henri asked noticing the tone in his brother voice. Something was wrong. "Is everyt'ing all right?"

"Non," Remy replied simply, he had no time to explain everything to his brother. "Look, Henri I'm coming back mais... I'm not alone."

"Quoi? What do y' mean?"

"She's with moi," Remy said taking a long drag. "Rogue is coming with moi."

"Mais, Remy," Henri was about to say something, but Remy cut him off.

"Non, Henri," Remy said, aware of what his brother was about to say. "I'm with her now Henri, et dat's all dat matters."

xXXx

Rogue woke up in the middle of the dark; it took her a moment to get used to the null-lighted room. The few lights from outside cast faint yellowish shadows in the room. It took her a moment to recognize the voice that was coming from outside her room. It was almost a whisper but the Cajun drawl was unmistakable. Rogue waited until her eyes got used t the dark of her room before got out of bed. Walking towards the door, Rogue heard he was talking with someone of his family -or his Guild- because his French was more frequent. Rogue didn't need to know him that much to realize that Remy used to speak in fluent French when he didn't want anyone to understand him. Rogue had taken French lessons in high-school but by now all she' learned was a distant thing in the back of her mind, alongside with physics, literature and math… The girl had already enough shit inside her head to keep a special place for her academic subjects. Even so, she didn't need French now, she caught him saying her name several times and she knew that whoever he was talking with and whatever he was talking about, it was something regarding her directly or indirectly.

"Remy?" said Rogue from her room's doorframe.

"Une seconde," Remy said to the person on the phone. He gave her a "can I help you?" kind of glare, but Rogue stayed still staring at him. "Call y' back frère," Remy said without removing his eyes from Rogue. "Mais get everyt'ing ready." And with that he hung up.

"Who was it Remy?"

"Chère we must go," said Remy as he stroked his hair.

"Wait yah didn't answer mah question," Rogue said crossing her arms over her chest. He was clearly avoiding her gaze. "Was it one of your 'business' contacts? President Kelly perhaps?"

"Non, Rogue no," Remy sighed as he sat down in the couch. "It was mon frère."

"And?" Rogue gave him a questionable look. "If it was yahr brother why are yah nervous, if there's even the possibility for yah to be... Is something wrong?"

"As a matter of fact chère, dere is," Remy said seriously. The look on his face, the tone of his voice. He was dead serious, something was indeed wrong; Rogue took a seat next to him and placed a hand over his knee.

"What is it Remy?"

"Y'," Remy said as he took her hand in his. "Y're in danger, I talked with Logan before I called mon frère."

"Is he ok?" Rogue asked in concern. "Kurt? Kitty? They've been attacked right? the X-men, Ah should-"

"Chère, chère, relax," Remy cut her off. "Dey'r fine… y'r de one in danger. Look, Logan has your file, dat petite- Kitty took it from the MRD base. Dey're after y' and... we must go. I've just talked with Henri, we're going back to N'awlins, just y' and moi."

"Ju- just yah and meh?" Rogue asked excited but scared at the same.

"Oui," Remy said as he put his arm around her shoulders. "Everyt'ing is gonna be fine chère, the whole Guild will be watching after y'." He said cupping her face and rubbing it slightly with his thumb. "Y're ma priorité chère, et therefore deirs."

Rogue nodded and rested her head on Remy's chest, cuddling against him. She wasn't sure how things were going to turn out. The idea of being alone with Remy scared her. Sure his family was going to be there, but he was the Master of the Guild, everyone there obeyed him blindly, so if he said alone, alone it could be. She wasn't ready for that. Years of closing herself from people, from avoiding any kind of touch and proximity, and of mentally shutting herself had made her somehow insecure and vulnerable, yet she was avid for closeness, but it wasn't just that. No, Rogue wanted more than just a touch she needed to feel.

...

Next thing Rogue knew, she was on the back of Remy's bike, leaving the place she called home once again. It hadn't even dawned yet. Something told her he hadn't been entirely honest with her, but she trusted him enough to run away with him, besides Logan knew she was with him and he'd even approved it, so to speak.

Once he started the engine she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. His tobacco and bourbon scent enraptured her; it has to be one of the few things that relaxed her no matter what and so she tightened the grip. The wind blew up her hair, and a couple of her white locks hit his face, making Remy smile. He wasn't sure what to expect either, he trusted Henri but he knew he had overlooked, or rather, ignored one of their most important rules. A rule that had been long a hard and fast one in the Guild, not mess with the Government openly. And now because of the girl embracing his back he had risk his life and the entire Guild security.

Feeling her arms around him made it worthwhile. His response to her touch was intense, so intense that he even had trouble focusing on the road ahead. His heart was pounding yet he felt some kind of peace he'd never felt before, holding firmly to his body was none other than Rogue, the only girl capable of making him nervous, short of breath. No woman had ever made him feel like this before, scared yet excited at the same time. Tenderly, he placed his left hand over hers for a moment before he pulled up at a diner along the road.

Slowly, Rogue slipped her arms into her olive green military type jacket, and raised the collar of her thick deep purple sweater, wrapping her arms around herself tightly to keep her warmth. In Remy's eyes she looked absolutely beautiful. The next thing she felt were his strong arms hugging her from behind as he whispered in her ear, "Hungry chère?" He grabbed her hand and walked towards the diner's entrance. "C'mon we've a long way to go."

They entered the place and took a table by the window.

"You want some coffee?" The young redhead waitress that stood next to their table asked. She was cute in some sort of way. Not tall, slim, with light blue eyes and evidently in her late teens. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun from which she took out a pencil.

"Oui, petite, dat would be nice." The girl gave him a childish smile as she poured the coffee and chewed her gum.

"Anything else?" she asked taking a little blank book from her apron.

"Ah would like a cheese sandwich, with bacon please and," she look at Remy but when he didn't say anything, Rogue added. "He'll have the same."

The girl smiled and walked away. Rogue saw her entering the kitchen and blinking at the young boy stood behind the counter, who smiled back; they reminded Rogue of Kitty and Bobby and for a moment she missed her former teammates. Just then she looked back at Remy and found him staring at her.

"So what is it?" she asked.

"Pardon?"

"There's something yah aren't telling meh, Ah wanna know what that is."

"Chère," Remy said taking a sip of his coffee. "I don' know y'r talkin' about."

"Spill it swamp rat, what is it?" Rogue said fixing her eyes on his. "We can do this the nice way," she said as she trailed seductively her gloved fingers over his palm. "Or the hard way." She said biting the tip of the glove from her other hand as if to remove it. "Yah know Ah can…"

Remy stared at her "I love y'r toughness..." she decided to ignore him so Remy let out sigh followed by a chuckle "De t'ing is chère by taking y' into N'awlins..." he said stroking the back of his head. "Look, I ignored one of de most important rules from de Guild de moment I came to New York to find y'... never mess with de Government."

"The Government?" she asked. "But yah do work for them, don't yah?" ashamed she corrected herself immediately. "Ah mean yah have done jobs for dem, Gawd Remy it was President Kelly himself who asked yah for yahr services to get Magneto's helmet. How can 'messing' with the Government mean so much then?"

"It's not de Government per se," Remy said placing the cup on the table and reaching her both hands with his. "It's because is different, dis time I've indeed 'messed' with some of dem." Rogue seemed confused and he couldn't blame her. "Look normally we do de job and we get paid, dat's it, no more no less. By getting involved with y', I-" how could he explain this? "De moment I agree to 'help' de X-men, I went against de Government's interests... dat's what 'messing' with de Government means. Now I'm allied with de enemy, deir enemy and well running away with one of deir most wanted doesn' make moi deir favorite person."

"That's why yah've worked for them before," Rogue said realizing the extent of the arranged alliance between the Thieves Guild and the Government. "They turn a blind eye on yah and all the guild and in exchange-"

"Oui, in exchange we do some jobs. Dat way de Government leaves not just de guild, mais moi as a wanted mutant alone."

"That's how yah could steal Forge's inhibitor collar and never get caught."

"Well chère," Remy smirked. "Give moi some credit for dat too, I'm one of de best thieves in de world."

"All this because of a helmet?" Rogue asked trying to sound casual, even faking a smile.

"It's not because of a helmet chère, I gave myself in when I lay eyes on y' first. Rogue, look at moi," he said squeezing her hand gently. "I knew dat sooner or later my business with de Government would have to stop, and not because of moi or de mutant kind -as I'm sure dey t'ink- mais because of you. Dey don' know yet y're with moi, dat's why going to de Institute ain't a choice, dey will look for y' at the X-men's or even Warren Worthington's place, mais not with moi... at least not yet. Dey might be after moi, mais just because of de Genosha t'ing, but trust moi Rogue de moment I refuse to do de Genosha job I was already done for working for de Government, I was already elsewhere..."

Remy smiled and Rogue noticed the honesty of his words in his eyes, those velvety red on black eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

"But now what?" she said looking at their entwined hands. "Gawd Remy yah're taking meh to the Guild. Yah have already risked yahr'self and now- well now the entire Guild by taking meh there! Are yah sure about doing this?"

"I'm de Master of de Guild," he said rubbing her gloved knuckles. "Mon decision is deir order, mais ma femme," he said with a mischievous look. "Ma femme is mine." He laughed to relaxed a clearly upset Rogue. "Y' don' have to worry chère, everyt'ing's goin' to be fine." Or so he expected...

After having lunch they went back to the road. After several hours of riding and once it began to get dark, Remy decided it was enough so he stopped at a motel on the road. Rogue got off the bike and followed him to the front desk in silence. She knew they had to rest at some point, for God's sake Remy has been driving for an eternity now, it was totally understandable, yet the idea of sharing a motel room with him made her somehow uncomfortable.

Remy paid for a night and the employee didn't ask any question. He surely was used to see couples -even weird couples- like them everyday. He gave Remy the key and told him the check out times, after which he returned to whatever soap opera he was watching.

Once in the room, Remy exited again for Rogue to make herself comfortable while he carried their little baggage and lit up a cigarette. After some minutes he came back in, Rogue was sitting in the bed leaning against the heardboard. The moment she heard him enter she turned the TV off and stared at him.

"Look, Rogue," Remy started, he had repeated his speech over and over in his mind while he was outside smoking. "I- chère..." damn this was harder than he thought. "I can't- we can't run any risks, dat's why whe have to share de room, mais I can take de chair, it's ok."

"Are yah nuts?" Rogue said. "Jesus Remy, yah've been driving half-way across the country, we can share the bed, Ah'm ok with that... just," her gaze lowered. "Well yah know mah power, Ah don't want to hurt yah so..."

"It's ok chère," he cut her off. "Y' can be under the sheets et I sleep over dem."

"Ok- ok," Rogue answered with an almost childish smile. Remy didn't understand how she could she somehow feel guilty about her powers.

"Now what do y' t'ink if we have some sleep, I'm tired as hell ma belle." Remy said as he climbed up the bed next to her. To his amazement, Rogue moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest.

"Thanks Remy," she said.

"Qoui? C'mon chère y' don't have to t'ank moi."

"Well, maybe," Rogue nodded. "But Ah want to," she said and snuggled up against his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist. Due to his empathy, Remy could feel her confusion, her fear, and her shame. She was enjoying the moment, yet she was nervous and scared. She was like a little girl who is facing up to something new, and thus she was somehow scared he would reject her.

"Well, thank y'," Remy said pulling her body closer to him and putting his arm around her, he began to caress her back. "For letting moi do it Rogue."

Rogue yawned and a pleased sigh escaped Remy's lips. Here he was. The so-called ladies man Remy LeBeau, wrapping his arms around a girl he couldn't touch. Maybe it was destiny; maybe he's being giving the opportunity to learn all that could be shared other than just the physical in a relationship.

Rogue fell asleep in an instant while Remy, despite being extremely tired continued to caress her back and enjoy the smell of her hair. "We're having de chance to know each other petite, let's make de most of it... let moi know y' Rogue, let moi be with y'." Remy said in a faint whisper before falling asleep too.

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Quotes:
She's a telepath, remember? She knows what you're thinking.
Shadowcat (To Iceman) WatXM episode 3.

Be gentle.
Yeah, right. The first scratch is always the most painful. (Wolverine scratches the jet at Forge's horrified expression) So now you can relax.
Forge and Wolverine, wasn't exactly a quote, I was referring to episode 4.

Again, sorry for the delay... life just gets in the way and I'm having a hard time with this particular story!! Hope this longer chapter kind of made it up for all the waiting weeks. *sighs* guess what? I haven't watch Wolverine Origins!!! cinemas delayed the premiere because of the swine influenza!!! Well, take care and have a good day :D

~pennylane~