Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men.

Guys, thanks for the reviews! So, answering some questions:

1- No, the old man is not Jean-Luc. He is the maitre from the bistro Remy and Rogue went to have dinner in.

2- Rogue is 22yrs old. Remy's 26yrs old.

3- Yep, he slept around with some girls lol He is who he is, after all. For example: Dani Moonstar... she was the girl that created illusions mentioned in chapter 12. By the way, just to make it clear if some people haven't figured it out just yet: Alison = Alison Blaire = Dazzler. ;)

"Next time, I want us t' go on a date." Remy said, and Rogue could barely believe what she had just heard.

"A date?" Her body tensed and she nearly choked at the unexpected word. She could see him nod and keep his eyes fixed on her, but the drumming noise in her ears paralyzed her. What was she supposed to answer in that situation?

"Talk t' me, chérie. Or give me a sign." Rogue had never seen Remy smile like that… with so much excitement, so much innocence. Was this the way he actually was, deep down, behind his mask? The way he would be if he hadn't gone through so much and become so scarred?

"Ah-Ah'd love to. Ya just need to say when." She whispered, out of breath, still dazed by his smile. What else should she say? She lifted her eyes to his red on black ones when she felt his hand gliding up her arm. Such a warm sensation… He caressed her shoulder slowly, and all the tension slipped away from her. She was trying to figure out what else to say to him when he put his hand on the back of her head, intensely gazing to her mouth.

Rogue rest her hands over his chest, and took a step closer to Remy, their bodies just inches apart. She was scared, so scared of hurting him but still... He had touched her before, briefly, and nothing had happened to him. She let out a quiet sigh, anticipating, craving to taste his lips. She saw him freeze, and if for a moment there was any doubt in his gaze, it was immediately outshone by that hunger that so often lit his eyes, while he leaned to her…

Remy stopped when there was nothing except thin air separating their mouths. "Chérie…" His breath touched her skin and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. He brushed his lips over hers slightly, barely touching, not a kiss yet, more like a caress… but, as much as she enjoyed it, she had never been a very patient woman, and right now she could hardly contain her desire to taste him; she caught his upper lip between her lips, and savored it slowly. It wasn't a second before Remy did the same to her lower lip, leisurely. Rogue tried to memorize every bit of it, his taste, the texture of his skin, its warmth, everything, as fast as she could, before she pulled away against her will. She had to pull away, or else she'd hurt him.

As if he'd read her mind, he whispered against her mouth: "Y' won't hurt me, Rogue." He held her face with his bare hands and rest his forehead against hers.

She panicked when she tried to step back and he didn't let her, knowing her powers would kick in at any moment. At any moment now…

Remy chuckled, watching her closely, and Rogue gasped when she realized nothing was happening. "Remy?" She didn't know how it was possible; she was sure her powers were still there. Perhaps he had done something? She was about to ask him about it when Remy's lips crashed against hers, in a much more passionate kiss than before. If at first she couldn't get her body to react, a heartbeat later her whole being seemed to come alive again. Her heart pumped so hard on her ribcage it nearly hurt, her lungs were working at full speed, her hands started trembling, her lips moved in harmony with his. In that moment, the world could've come crashing down around her and she wouldn't have noticed it.

She felt his tongue pressing against her teeth, and she bit it carefully before she timidly let him explore her mouth a little further. It didn't take long for her to do the same, deepening the kiss even more. Remy put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, and she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, her shaky fingers getting lost in his auburn hair.

They only broke contact when both were out of breath, and Remy kissed her once more before saying hoarsely: "We should get out o' the corridor… someone might see us. Logan, maybe. We don't want dat t' happen, do we?" Rogue shook her head negatively. "Good." He smirked and opened her room's door.

"No! Jubilee is… in here?" She started saying but lost her conviction when he pulled her into the room by the hand. There was no one in there, she realized, walking to the middle of the room. The moonlight, that sprawled itself over both beds and the floor, kept the place from complete darkness. A soft noise indicated that Remy had just closed the door behind her, and then she felt his hand on her hair, moving it aside. Rogue tilted her head, reveling with the kisses he started placing on the back of her neck. "How is this possible?" She asked, turning around.

"Everythin' is possible, Rogue." He answered, taking off her gloves and kissing her palms, then entwining their hands and kissing her mouth. The kiss grew hotter but only when he took off her coat she was sent completely over the edge. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body on his, and his approving moan was a catalyst. She kissed his neck hungrily, while he gently pushed her back, leading them to the closest bed. She felt the edge of the bed on the back of her legs, and with one last push of his, her knees bent and she fell back sitting on the mattress. Remy smiled mischievously, taking off his button-up shirt, then sitting by her side and bowing over her, making her lay down.

Rogue threw her head back and arched her body slightly when Remy laid over her, and he took the opportunity to bite her chin. She couldn't keep her hands still, touching and pressing his arms, his back, his waist. He traced her jaw line with his tongue, leaving kisses along the way, until he reached her ear. "Should I go t' my room now?"

"Don't ya dare!" She exclaimed, gasping for air, tightening her grip around him. How lustful was his laugh then… She kissed his shoulder as he dug his head on her neck once more.

"Rogue?" She suddenly heard Jubilee's voice in the distance, probably looking for her outside the room.

"Oh Gawd, Remy… stop, she's going to see us." Rogue panted, but his only response was nibbling her ear, his right hand sliding up her thigh. She dug her fingernails on his back and tried to pull him even closer, making him press his body harder on hers. She knew they had to stop, or else they'd get caught, but her body was doing exactly the opposite of what her mind told it to do. "Sugah…"

"I don't want t' stop, chérie." His voice on her ear was driving her crazy. She felt her body trembling, heating up even further, and it seemed he could mold her any way he wanted like she was made of molten iron. The way his hand caressed and squeezed her leg, her hip, her belly, made her wonder that mold her was exactly what he was trying to do.

"Ah don't want to stop either, Remy." She tried not to moan when he placed slow openmouthed kisses on her neck but failed miserably. Remy slid his body down over hers, leveling his face to her collarbone, and trailed it with his tongue over the thin black gauze of her dress. Gosh, why didn't he just tear that gauze apart? She didn't want anything between her skin and his. As if he knew what she was thinking, he started pushing up her dress… How could it be possible for her heart to beat even faster? "Kiss meh." She demanded hungrily, and he obeyed immediately, their lips crashing together, their moans lost in the blazing kiss.

"Rogue!" Jubilee's voice was closer this time, and Remy's hand suddenly gripped her shoulder and shook her.

Rogue sat on her bed so quickly that Jubilee nearly fell back. Her breath was still unsteady, her skin warm and covered in a thin layer of sweat, her vision slightly blurred. From the looks on her face, Jubilee could swear she had just saved her friend from drowning, because she was trying hard to catch her breath.

"Chica, you're ok?" Jubilee approached her again, seemingly very concerned.

"Ah…" Rogue ran her shaky hands through her hair, removing it from her face. Her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat. "Ah'm…"

"Did you have another nightmare? Rogue, breathe! What happened?!" Jubilee shook her again, her voice pitched with concern. "You didn't even wake up to the alarm clock! I woke up and you were sweating and your breath was sharp… I thought you were suffocating! Rogue, talk to me!"

Even with Jubilee shaking her, Rogue tried to hold on to the sensations of her dream, tried to save it in her memory, but it was quickly slipping away. 'No, please.' "Ah'm alright, Jubs. It was just… a dream." 'Only a dream, nothing more.' But how real it had felt. How sweet was his scent, how warm was his skin, his hands, his lips. She closed her eyes and touched her own lips, absently licking them, trying to remember his taste. "A dream." She whispered.

Something clicked in Jubilee's head and her mouth opened in a perfect 'O'. Then her eyes flickered and a wicked smile appeared on her face. "Rogue!" She cried out and stared at her friend in disbelief. "Oh my goodness, Rogue! I can't believe this!"

It was her hysterical laugher that made Rogue go back to her senses completely, and she became very aware of the situation she had just gotten herself into. 'Damn.' "What?!" She asked, the fear in her voice showing a little too much.

"Oh, you…! I'm sorry I woke you up!" More laugher and Jubilee tried to muffle it covering her mouth with her hands. "Crap, it's the second time I mess up in less than eight hours. But, c'mon…" She sat straight on the bed, her laugher momentarily controlled. "Tell me! Tell me every single detail!"

"Jubs, Ah don't know what ya're talking about. Ah had a nightmare, and that's all." Rogue tried to stand but Jubilee pulled her back down.

"If it had been a nightmare, you wouldn't have tried so hard not to wake up. And you wouldn't be looking like you just came out of a steamy make out session." Jubilee clapped her hands with the purest excitement.

Rogue could feel her face blushing furiously and looked around for a way out. It was 11:30 a.m. already! "Jubilee, weren't we going to have lunch with Kitty at 12 o'clock? We're late!" She jumped out of bed as fast as possible, dodging Jubilee's hand, and took some clothes from her wardrobe.

"Who cares? Kitty can wait. I can't! Tell me! Was there a certain Cajun in your dreams?" She bit her lip in delight and giggled. "Was there, chérie?" She teased, imitating the said Cajun.

Rogue sighed, remembering his voice, but ignored the question and rushed to the bathroom. "Ah'll take a shower!"

"Make it a very cold one!" Jubilee screamed to her and rolled on Rogue's bed laughing.

"Shut up!"

They went down the stairs, Jubilee still at her heels, nearly stumbling down from excitement, begging her for information about the dream. "This it not fair, Rogue! Not fair at all. I always tell you everything!"

"Jubilee, there is nothing to be told. How many times do Ah have to repeat?" Rogue made a sign with her hands, asking Jubilee to lower her voice. "And by the way: that's not true! Ya refused to talk to meh about what happened between you and Sam, remember? Did Ah insist? No!" Jubilee caught up with her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"That is totally different!"

"Yeah? How, do ya care to explain?"

"Because… don't change subject! And of course there are things to be told about this dream. If you don't know where to start, let me ask then. You just have to answer, ok?" Rogue groaned, but Jubilee didn't seem to notice how bad her friend was trying not to snap at her. "So, was it with Mr. Hotness? Was he shirtless? Were you shirtless?"

"Jubilee!" Rogue clenched her jaw, doing her best to fight back the memories and sensations making their way to the surface of her mind. She could clearly remember the way he took off his shirt at the swimming pool, on his first day at the mansion. She remembered him training shirtless in the Danger Room. Damn, she had kept every single detail in her memory.

"C'mon, how far did you two go?!"

"How far did she go with who?" Kitty phased through a door, and looked from one girl to the other, curiosity printed all over her face. "She's talking about the date? Oh my God, did you…"

"No! Nothing happened. Can Ah please have some peace of mind, now?" Rogue stormed out of the mansion, fuming, and her friends tried to keep up with her.

"What happened?" Kitty asked Jubilee.

"She doesn't even want to tell me." Jubilee shrugged, putting her sunglasses on. However she wasn't able to control herself for long and grinned mischievously to Kitty. "She had a dream. A very interesting dream, if you ask me, about how her date should've ended, according to her own brain. But she doesn't want to tell me about it!" She groaned and ran after Rogue, who was already starting the car. Kitty's mouth dropped the same way Jubilee's had earlier, and went after her friends.

Remy came out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist, water droplets still making their way down his chest. He raised his eyes and instinctively tensed when he saw there was another person in his room, more specifically on his bed.

"What are y' doin' here, ma belle?" He relaxed when he realized it was just Alison.

She rolled on her side to face him, sensuously biting her lip and sighing. "Nothing… yet. But I can think of some things to do now that you are here." With that, she let her body sparkle, radiating light as he had seen her do many times before, and the light seemed to underline every curve of her body in a much more effective way than her tight tank top and jeans.

Remy smirked at the sight and walked to his wardrobe. "All of them which could be done with your boyfriend, non? Where's he?"

"Out. Since when do you care?"

Remy shrugged, while choosing his clothes, his back turned to the dazzling woman on his bed. Alison rolled her eyes and stood.

"You know… I've missed this." She purred and Remy felt her hands caressing his arms. She then nibbled his earlobe. "And this…" She whispered, her hands now on his chest. "And this…" Remy shivered as her hands traced his abdomen, her nails scratching him softly. "And…" Before she could reach the towel though, he held her wrists.

"Non." He said, as gently as he could.

"Why not?" Alison whispered, still taking her time nibbling his ear.

"Y' shouldn't be here, belle. Please…" Remy calmly untangled himself from her, and continued to pick his clothes.

Alison stepped back and frowned, confused. "Why are you acting so weird these days?" No response came from him but she was quick to notice a change in his previously relaxed stance. He stopped what he was doing, and his muscles tensed. "It's Rogue, isn't it? You've been like this since you've started playing around with her." She hissed.

Remy turned his head to the side just enough to glance at her from over his shoulder. "I'm not playin' around with her."

"Oh, no? And what exactly would you be doing with her?" Alison threw her hair back, and Remy could see her face full of disdain. "Little Miss Untouchable… Are you going out with women out of pity now?" She gave an ironic laugh but it died on her lips when Remy turned completely to face her and she saw his eyes flashing.

"Alison, y' should leave now." He said in a stone hard voice. "And please, don't ever talk dat way 'bout Rogue in front o' me again."

Her cheeks grew red as she struggled to digest his words. "What's going on between you two?"

"She is my friend. Now, please leave."

"If she's just your friend, then what's stopping you from doing what you've done so many times before?" She asked, reaching out to him again, only to have Remy untangle himself from her once more.

"It was a mistake, Alison. Pardon. I know it was my fault but now I have t' start makin' things right. And even if I'm aware it's not goin' t' undo what has been done, I'm really sorry about what happened. Please, understand. What happened between us was a mistake." Remy caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, and for a moment it seemed Alison was about to cry. That moment vanished almost immediately and she slapped his face, harder than he could've expected.

"Son of a bitch!" She spat and turned away, slamming the door of his room open and leaving without looking back.

Remy massaged his face, relieved her reaction had not been as bad as he thought it would be, feeling pleasantly light after getting those things out of his chest, unaware someone stood in the corridor with narrowed eyes. Bobby Drake was just passing by when he saw Alison leave Remy's room, and he didn't need to think too hard to know what they had been doing.

"What are we doing here?" The sharp question was followed by Wanda's heavy steps as she walked to Erik's desk.

"Is this an existential question?" Erik asked, not looking up from his book.

"Don't you play with me! What are we doing here?" She took the book from his hands and threw it on the floor. Her father glared severely at her but didn't move. "Why are we here when there are several mutants missing?"

"Where did you get this information?"

"Internet. There's a blog from a mutant journalist named Sally Barnes. She denounces cases of mutant hate, prosecution, and brings to light things about mutants that most of the media hides. I just saw it. She reported that at least ten mutants have gone missing in the last weeks around London, and that the media hasn't said a word about it. The police are investigating, but you know how they are when it comes to mutants. Nobody's doing anything! And here we are!"

"Wanda…" Erik rubbed his temples with the tip of his fingers, sensing what was about to come. "I can assure you there are people doing something about it."

"You're telling me you knew about this?!" She spoke loudly, hitting his desk and placing a paper over it. It was the printing of an internet page, with a long text and the title in bold: 'Missing mutants and the omission of authorities.'

"I've been monitoring this situation…"

"And you still didn't do anything?!"

"It really makes me glad to see your level of commitment to the mutant cause Wanda, but there are still many things you need to learn. Being cautious is one of them; you need to understand we can't always act immediately." His voice was light, but Erik Lehnsherr was a man that didn't need to raise his voice or make threats to impose his authority. "I've got my plans and, unfortunately, I can't make certain moves because it would risk everything we have accomplished so far. Don't take me for a fool, Wanda. I've been paying attention to this, it's been a while." Wanda sat in front of him, apparently calming down, but the flickering of the lights gave her away. "There's one thing I'll tell you now, and that you must always remember: we all must make sacrifices. If you have a goal, be sure that you'll find many things along the way that will try to distract you. But you must stay strong… for the greater cause."

"How do you know you're not going too far?" She whispered, with genuine curiosity.

"If you want to light a torch, how many matches are you willing to burn?" He walked to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm not a heartless man as you may be thinking, Wanda. Don't try to deny, I see the way you look at me. I'm not heartless. However, I've been fighting this battle for a long time… the years and the things I've seen men do have hardened me. Now, we have a good chance of changing everything. I'm not risking that. Do you understand?" Erik lifted his daughter's chin with his finger, and waited patiently for an answer.

Wanda's eyes reflected the light right above her head and, although he could see the anger in them, he could also see fierce determination. She was his daughter indeed. The lights had stopped flickering when she spoke. "I understand. Maybe I understand that more than any of the others in this house." She said that almost as an accusation, but she didn't expect him to frown the way he did. Neither did she expect him to say the words he would say next.

"I'm sorry, Wanda." He avoided eye contact when saying it. "I hope one day you will truly understand everything I did. One day, I hope it becomes clear. You'll probably still hate me, but it will make sense, even if you don't like the taste of it. It's a bitter truth, my dear." With that, he returned to his chair, apparently putting an end to the conversation.

She couldn't think of anything to say. Nothing came to her mind, and even if there was something to be said, she couldn't find the strength to articulate a sound. Standing and walking away was all she could do; keeping her control so her powers wouldn't dominate her. She had to speak… but not to him.

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