Yup you all guessed it strip poker =P well strip 21 cuz I'm too lazy to write poker again. I hate being predictable but strip games between Remy and Rogue are just too good to miss XD
On a random note, I was watching X-men Evo cartoons the other day and came across one I hadn't seen before. I was so excited (sad I know) then I realised that the entire episode was a JeanXScott love fest ¬_¬ I don't hate them (maybe a little) but seriously why do they get so much screen time and attention. Wish ROMY got more =(
The cards lay out in front of her, their faces mocking her. After losing three games in a row she suspected fowl play but couldn't call him out on it as she had no idea how he was doing it. The worst part was he always managed to ask those difficult questions that she just couldn't answer. They ranged from dangerously personal to annoyingly trivia. How was she meant to remember what the name of the jazz club was that Remy had taken her too when they were in New Orleans? She had underestimated him and now she was paying for it. She looked down at the ominous cards once more; Rogue: 24, Remy 17. She sighed knowing she couldn't put it off any longer; she didn't remember the club's name and the next thing she had to take off, having already lost her gloves, socks and hoodie, was her vest-shirt. She gritted her teeth and refused to meet his stare as she pulled it over her head and added it to the growing pile of clothes. He shamelessly watched her for a few moments as he finished his bourbon and set the glass down. She held her chin high and tried not to show how much his stares were affecting her.
There was a swarm of butterflies currently taking up residence in her stomach and her heart hammered in her chest; she could feel the flush of her skin as his eyes mapped out her curves, and the soft lace pattern of her bra. She kept her eyes trained away from his; choosing instead to stare at his toned bare chest. Without a word he moved from his chair to sit across from her on the bed, roughly pushing the cards out of the way; they danced and twirled across his bed and onto the floor. He sat before her, leaning in slightly, trying to catch her eye.
"We can stop if y' scared" he said, his voice a little husky.
She looked up and met his stare which was closer than she realised. His red eyes were burning with a deep hunger but he held her gaze steadily.
"Ah'm not scared." She replied and was surprised by how throaty her own voice sounded.
"Non?" A smile graced his lips and his gaze dropped down for a second as he tilted his head to the side to get a better look at her. His eyes then travelled slowly back up her body before stopping at her lips. "Remy got a better game t' play den." He moved closer to her, their lips were only inches apart but he didn't stop; she could taste the bourbon on his breath as it danced across her lips and her gaze dropped to study his.
She had to lean back as he moved closer and closer; her eyes grew wide as he crawled even closer so that she was forced to lie fully back. Her hair cascaded around her as she let her head drop back onto his silk sheets; part of her brain dimly noted that the silk felt amazing as the soft skin of her back slid across it. He hovered over her, with a slight frown, studying her lips as if they were the most painfully fascinating thing in the world. Her breathing came in shallow gasps; she knew she should stop him before he got hurt but she was too overwhelmed by his close proximity.
He moved his knee between her legs and slid it up so that it pressed against her; a jolt of pleasure shot through her and she felt her body yearn for more. She arched her back up, getting dangerously close to the bare skin of his stomach. He reached to the side and pulled something over her mouth and nose; she distantly recognised the material as her vest-shirt that she had careless thrown aside earlier.
Seconds later his mouth crashed down on hers, he sucked her bottom lip through the material in a hot and fast, lust fuelled kiss. Her hands, of their own accord, shot up to his hair but luckily he was faster and pinned her bare hands safely down onto the bed. She didn't know when he had put gloves on but she would be thankful for it later when her brain took control again.
Their kiss quickly deepened and became desperate. She had never been so close to someone and yet distance between them felt enormous, she had never wanted to touch someone as much as she wanted to touch Remy right now. His kiss was torturously bittersweet and Rogue didn't know how much more she could take.
But it was short lived as Remy's bedroom door crashed open, neither he nor Rogue noticed until he was forcibly dragged off her and thrown into the closest wall. Confused, Rogue sat up and was met with the view of Logan's back, his arms outstretched with his claws extended. He pointed at Remy and let out a furious snarl.
"You're dead!" With that he launched himself at the defenceless Cajun.
Remy ducked to the side just as Logan's claw impacted the wall, slicing right through it. He slammed both his fists into Logan's chest, slightly knocking the grisly man off balance then Remy rolled to the side to put some distance between them.
"Mon ami, can't we talk about dis?" Remy asked as he removed his gloves and balled them in his fist.
"Sure we can talk, when I've ripped your dick off and fed you balls to Sabertooth." Logan sprang at him once more. Remy launched the now charged gloves at the Logan and dropped to the side as they exploded, sending Logan stumbling back.
He hadn't charged them fully, Rogue realised, there wasn't enough space in the small room without hurting either her or himself too. Without enough room to move and dodge Logan's claws Remy wasn't going to last long. She jumped up and pulled her hoodie on to cover her exposed skin just as Remy kicked Logan's legs out from under him, he fell to the floor with a thud; Remy then jumped over Logan and grabbed his bow staff from the dresser but Logan recovered faster than Remy anticipated and as he turned back round Logan slammed him into the wall.
Remy blocked his punches quickly but he was trapped and each blow from Logan's powerful adamantium laced arms left Remy bruised and weakening quickly. With a distinctive 'snikt' Logan's claws popped out again and sliced into Remy's arm; he let out a growl of pain and Logan pinned him against the wall again with his forearm pressed into his throat. Logan smirked as he slowly pressed further into Remy's arm causing him to hiss in pain again.
Having seen enough, Rogue slipped up behind her former instructor and swiftly kicked the back of his knee causing it to buckle and Logan to drop slightly; she took full advantage of this and slipped her arm around his neck pulling him backwards away from Remy. His hands instantly went to try and pull her arm off him but she waved her naked palm in front of his face warningly.
"Move and Ah'll drop ya."
"Rogue, what the hell are you doing? What the hell they done to you?" They stumbled further back but Rogue's grasp on Logan's neck didn't loosen, not even for a second.
"Shut yer yap! Remy ya ok?" She looked over Logan's shoulder, Remy was breathing hard and his injured arm was hanging heavily.
"M'fine." He pushed himself off the wall and pressed the side of the light switch. The cover popped open to reveal a big red button which he then pressed firmly. An alarm sounded throughout the building alerting the others of their intruder. "You alright wit' him?" he asked her.
"Yeah no problem," she pulled tighter on Logan's neck to prove he wasn't going anyway.
"What is going on Gambit?" Magneto's voice echoed from the intercom speaker below the alarm button. Remy reached up and pressed a smaller button below the speaker.
"Monsieur Wolverine has come t' pay us a visit boss."
"I was beginning to wonder when an X-Man would show up. Do you require assistant?"
"Rogue's got him under control but better send Sabertooth down just in case."
"Bring him to my office; Sabertooth will meet you on the way."
"D'accord on our way."
Remy flip the light switch back over the intercom and grabbed a T-shirt off the floor.
"Dis way." He exited the bedroom and turned left as he pulled the t-shirt over his head.
"Ya heard the man, get moving!" Rogue gave Logan a shove and directed him out of the room, following closely behind Remy.
Remy navigated the tight corridors expertly but progress was slow due to the awkward angle Rogue held Logan at; yet he didn't struggle. Rogue kept her guard up, not loosening her hold on him for even a second. She knew all too well that Logan would take advantage of any weakness on her part.
"They got something on you kid? Blackmail? Look just whisper what it is then loosen your grip for a second, I'll fix it, whatever it is I'll fix it. I can get you out of here!" Logan whispered to her, keeping a sharp eye of Gambits back.
Rogue tightened her grip to chocking point and snarled in his ear, "Ah don't want your help and Ah don't want ta leave here. Now shut up before Ah get really mad." Logan groaned a chocked response, spluttering and gasping for air. Rogue rolled her eyes and loosened her death grip.
"Gawd sake old man, stop being such a…" She realised too late that it was a trick, the second she loosened her grip he dropped out of her grip and planted a foot squarely in Remy's back knocking him violently to the floor. He then turned back on Rogue. She sprang into action, sending a series of punches at him but he parried her easily and back-handed her hard across the face. Her vision blurred and spun from the impact but Logan, throwing her over his shoulder, prevented her from falling to the ground. Without a second to spare he took off back down the narrow hallways closely followed by a swearing Cajun.
Sorry updates are so slow, I'll try to get the next one done soon.
R&R Aza x