Click, click, click.
Rogue opened one eye and glanced around the room in a blurry gaze. She was hangover once again and her head hurt like hell, thanks to the shots she took with her former friend yesterday. Her face glued to the pillow, she took a deep breath and rolled away from the window, facing the bathroom. She had to blink a few times to get rid of the cloudiness in her vision and the sun wasn't helping any.
Click, click, click.
Annoyed with the strange voice, she growled and tilted her head, looking at the couch. Remy was doing something with his iPad and a portable keyboard. Where the hell did that come from? She gave him a frown, huffing away the hair that was falling down her face.
"Coffee's on the table."
She froze momentarily before peeking at the man sitting with his back facing her. Just how? She didn't make a noise, she was just watching for god's sake.
Instead of questioning, anyway, she got up, wrapped in the sheets and reached to table to drink some coffee. "Thanks," she muttered, taking a sip. "My head's killin' me."
"Found some Advil, it's on the table."
She blinked and looked around the table, a white tablet wrapped in aluminum was put on the corner. "Thanks," she repeated herself, wondering how he was prepared for every damn thing. Her curiosity got the best of her and she placed herself next to him on the couch, earning a look from him but she learned to not care when he strictly outed her from his personal business. "What're you doin'?" she asked anyway, wrapping the sheets around her tightly with her carton cup of coffee in her hands.
"Buyin' plane tickets," he answered casually, his crimson eyes on the screen.
Plane tickets? She furrowed her brows and watched him more closely. "Where are you goin'?" she found herself asking in a low voice, her eyes fixated on his face.
He fought the urge to chuckle, was she really naïve to think he would abandon and leave her behind just a day before the heist, now that the plan had some ups and downs.
Well, mostly downs.
"Non, p'tite," he said, a soft grin playing on his lips. "We're goin' to Vegas."
"Oh."
His gaze focused on her face, she was watching him back with interest and she literally had no clue what they were going to do, or how they were going to do it. She was just nicely playing along with whatever he was going for and that gave him chills, both in a good and in a bad way. Even if she didn't say it out loud or she didn't show it much, she was trusting him enough to play along –even if that meant getting caught by horrible people, and that was beginning to terrify him. He knew that when women began to trust him, they eventually got hurt and that was something he did not evert get over with.
On the other hand, she knew basically nothing about him, yet she was okay with following him around in exchange of some touching and teaching even if that meant getting caught at the gala –she was willingly putting herself in his hands and that was driving him insane.
She peeked at the screen. "Robert and Diana Lord?" she asked out loud, rolling her eyes at him and earning a smirk from the Louisiana man.
"But why, chére," he shrugged. "Is there a better place for honeymoon other than Vegas?"
"Honeymoon," she breathed out, looking at him as if he was some mental case. "Unbelievable."
"Sure is," he waved a hand in the air casually, shushing her. "Y' see, Robert just got married and Diana wants t' celebrate in Vegas," he explained and she rolled her eyes. "Who knows, maybe they even give us honeymoon specials, hein?"
"Ah don't even wanna know what a honeymoon special is," she sighed and stretched, before gulping down the rest of her coffee. "Ah'm gonna take a shower," she said, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, putting the sheets on the bed.
His eyes lingered on her unwrapped figure, instinctively licking his lips. "Remy's willin' to accompany y', chére," he said, a smirk appearing on his face as she gaped at him.
"Remy might want to stay put if he wants to breathe again, you swamp rat," she narrowed her eyes at him and closed the bathroom door behind.
He chuckled at her response and shook his head. He truly was lost when it came to her, he had no idea what she was thinking. Especially after last night's unexpected little bonus. She had kissed him, as brief as it was, it was mind blowing simply because he was taken aback.
Remy LeBeau was never taken aback.
And the fact that she didn't want to talk about it was also confusing. Normally, women would talk and he would avoid answering properly. She didn't even say a word as if she didn't remember a thing.
Okay, maybe she didn't remember a thing.
He huffed in annoyance and leaned back, he was actually pissed at that. She had gone and partied with some guy named John, and then came back and kissed him –and didn't say anything in the morning.
Dieu, he was acting all paranoid and lovesick, he loathed that. He had to get his shit together, she was just drunk and kissed him out of the blue, just because she could. She couldn't touch people for fuck's sake and seeing as he was the only living being that she was able to touch more than ten fucking seconds, he shouldn't have thought so hard on it.
Shaking up his shoulders, he gave himself a mental pep talk and turned on the television, randomly channeling through. His phone began vibrating before he picked it up and read the text, it was from Henri. His eyes carefully read the message again and again, before a grin appeared on his lips.
His fucking family.
Emil somehow managed to get them an invitation under their fake aliases, the same ones he used for the plane tickets. Not only his young cousin achieved to get an invite, but also he mischievously created a website for a fake trading company and linked it to Robert Lord.
Now, this was art.
He replied with a praise and put the phone aside, a grin still on his lips. He should've known better than to second guess his family, but Emil did actually surprise him. When he left his home, Emil Lapin was nothing but a boy trying to prove himself to the Guild. Remy realized, he had become a man now and it was time to treat him the way he deserved it.
"Why are ya grinnin' like a Cheshire cat?"
He turned around and let his eyes linger on her figure momentarily before answering. "Nothin', just thinkin' of your wig," he asked, shaking his head with a smirk as a confused look appeared on her face. "Y' know y' can't be known, p'tite."
"A wig," she repeated, putting a hand over her hip through the big towel she was wrapped in. "Over my dead body, Cajun."
"Your dead body ain't any good f' me, chére," he frowned playfully. "I'd very much prefer y' alive."
"Good," she rolled her eyes. "Then no wigs."
"It's dye then."
"Ah'm sorry," she cocked her head sassily, an eyebrow raised at his direction. "What are you gonna do with that hair of yours, swamp rat?"
He had to suppress a laugh at that. Getting up with a sigh, he closed the distance between them and looked at her carefully. "Been undercover for years, p'tite, I know how t' lay low," he said, his finger touching the damp white streak falling down her face. "But this unique beauty of y', it's very… striking."
Rogue blinked at him several times, her green eyes clouded with confusion as to why he was being so close, invading her personal space –yet, why she didn't feel put off by that, but rather was drawn into his warmth. "What about your eyes?" she found herself asking in a low voice, her green eyes roaming through his face.
"Got a device for that," he replied back in the same tone, his breath warm against her cheek. He held her gaze as long as she allowed, it was not more than a few seconds when she took a step back and let her hand casually brush the tangles in her ends.
"Ah'll go change," she grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom again, door closed after her.
He faintly groaned, why was he so persistent on invading her safe zone like that? It didn't make any sense to him, it was just pure torture.
Shaking his head disapprovingly, he grabbed his black jeans and a linen black shirt. After a quick changing session, he fixed his hair randomly and grabbed his shades. It was a sunny day and the brightness hurt his eyes, besides they were going to grab a few things in town and a pair of red on black eyes would certainly draw some unwanted attention.
Rogue came back a couple of minutes later, her hair blow dried and looking fresh. Instead of lingering on her looks this time, he gave her an appreciative nod and grabbed a few items to put in his pocket. Both left the room, headed to the elevator and reached down to the lobby. The redhead was there at the register and she literally shot daggers at her with a gaze.
Rogue glared back annoyingly before stepping out of the building, she caught the look Remy was giving her and raised a brow. "What?"
"Why are y' lookin' like that?" he asked, getting into the car.
"Cause she wants to kill me and Ah don't know why," she replied with a shrug, placing herself at the passenger's seat.
His mouth opened, trying to find something to say but closed it, seeing as yeah, she probably did hate her. Instead of analyzing, he also gave her a careless shrug and turned on the engine.
Driving out of the parking lot, they were on the road soon after. She reached out and turned on the radio, changing the stations hastily.
"Do y' intend to stop on station?"
She shot him a look. "Ah ain't listenin' to some garbage," she pointed out and kept changing until she found some random channel that played hard rock and some 90's. "See, this is much better."
He gave her an amused look and kept driving. There was a moment of silence, listening to Aerosmith as the trees on either side of the road disappeared. Finding peace in solitude was something neither of them had achieved in the past and it was strange to have it now.
"How was y' day off?"
Rogue turned towards him, head leaning against the window. "It was fun," she said, a soft smile appearing on her lips. "My mind's a lil' fuzzy, but there was this library with great books and –Oh!" she exclaimed, facing him excitedly. "Found a book! Shit, it's back at the room, but it's about the buildings in Vegas and Ah thought maybe ours is in there."
Ours.
This time, he didn't fight any urge to give her a genuine smile. She had owned the mission, begun to think it also belonged to her as much as it belonged to him and that was epic. Her eyes lingered on his face for more when he was silent, so he gave her a nod. "Bien, let's see if our building's in there."
She nodded her head proudly and he gave her another smile at her proud look.
"Surely y' didn't celebrate that, hein?"
She gave him a faint laugh and shook her head. "Ah actually ran into a friend," she said, noticing the change of the hue in his crimson eyes. He was apparently annoyed and she rolled her eyes, she wasn't a freaking snitch. "Don't worry, didn't say a damn thing about the plan."
"Hm," he muttered, hands on the wheels tightened. "One f' the X-Men?"
"Not exactly," She cocked her head, unable to say something more simply because she didn't how to answer that truthfully. "He was, though."
He was an X-Men, okay, which meant he was a mutant. She mentioned that she didn't say anything about the plan, which meant two things. First, she wasn't trusting the guy and she didn't want it to be blown –which gave him some comfort. And secondly, she didn't want him to know she was on some heist plan because people at the institute were literal angels, because she cared about his thoughts –which gave him uneasiness.
"Did he leave the group?" Remy found himself asking and silently cursed himself for asking too many questions.
She seemed fine with it, however. Giving him a casual shrug, she tapped on the window with her gloved fingers. "Yeah, joined the Brotherhood of Mutants."
He nearly coughed when he heard the name, he had done many jobs for the organization and maybe he knew the guy –although no John's rang any bells. But from his experiences, these folks weren't as nice as Xavier's little helpers, so his confusion grew bigger thinking about how she was friends with a man like that.
And yet, he was a man like that.
Sensing his uneasiness, she sighed and turned towards him again. "Ah promise Ah didn't say anything, we just had some fun and that's it," she explained, hoping to ease his paranoia. Of course she wasn't going to turn him in, she had said she was in and that was the final. She wasn't a backstabber, nor did she have any reason to be one.
Had some fun.
He was sulking and he knew it, and the worst part was that disliked this new habits of himself. Rogue was a beautiful woman who was free to make her own decisions, whether it involved seeing someone or not. He was just her colleague, her partner in crime and they were going to depart their ways when it was over. What was the point in pursuing her into something when he knew the facts of their encounter? It had a deadline, just like the job.
He didn't even realize that they arrived in town.
Parking at the closest spot, he turned off the engine and got off the car, her following him right after. They walked for a couple of minutes in silence before he stopped in front of some store, she looked at the showcase. There were a bunch of nightgowns and formal attires and she gaped at the view.
He gave her a grin at her gaping and opened the door, holding it to let her walk in first. She did as she was expected and came across a blonde woman not much older than herself. Her blue eyes sparkled when she saw him and flashed him a bright smile. "Welcome," she cheered. "How may I assist you?"
"We're lookin' for a dress," he explained, looking at the blonde through his dark shades. "It's for m' sister."
Rogue nearly choked when she heard what he said and shot him a look, he smirked in return.
"Oh," the blonde grinned, relieved at the explanation of them being siblings. "Let's find you the perfect dress, darling!" she added, her blue eyes on the Cajun. "What kind of an event are you going?"
"Formal," he eyed the girl with a smirk, leaning against the wall. "It's her first, so it's really important," his eyes squinted over the girl's name tag. "Amber," he added, appreciating the look she was giving. She was a pretty woman, with her long blonde hair and shining blue eyes and unfortunately, that spiked something in him –something deep, something unforgotten and something painful.
Or rather, someone.
The blonde gave him a flirtatious smile and returned to her work to find a dress. After searching through the racks, she came back with a couple of hangers. Rogue studied the dresses, it wasn't like she was shopping for prom but why not choose a good one if she had to. The Cajun, however, seemed strangely good at this. He was eliminating the dresses quickly, humming somethings like not good or too bright, or something.
When he kind of nodded at one of them, Amber grabbed the dress and also grabbed the brunette's hand and dragged her to the changing rooms. She didn't even see the dress for god's sake and her choices in clothing were the ones with a purpose, such as covering her skin and keeping her from killing people. Formal attire wasn't her thing to begin with.
She pulled the velvet curtain and let out a sigh, looking at the dress. It was red and satin, with long sleeves and a revealing front, with the deepest v neck she had ever seen. Shrugging, she undressed and tried on the red dress. The blonde brought a black pair of high heels, seeing as it was apparently better to try on a long dress.
She cocked her head at her figure through the mirror and took a deep breath, pulling the curtain off and stepping aside. Unsurprisingly, Remy was flirting with the blonde and neither of them had noticed that she was checking herself out again at the other longer mirror.
She cleared her throat and got both of their attentions. Amber clapped her hands and got behind her, her hands touching her hair to put it into a messy bun but the brunette jumped at the sudden contact, stepping back immediately. "Sorry," she muttered. "Not much of a toucher," she forced a small smile and turned around again, facing the mirror. She caught a glimpse of the Louisiana man looking at her formal figure, wearing a poker face and Rogue resisted the urge to make a face. He chose the dress for fuck's sake.
He walked behind her, his hands touching her shoulders from behind. Both of their eyes locked on her image in the mirror, she raised an eyebrow after a while. She had been waiting way too patiently for a damn answer on whether it was good or not.
"Y' know," he whispered into her hair, his lips almost touching her ear. "It's magnifique that y' could pull off anythin', p'tite. But Remy would like to see y' in green."
She eyed him slowly, ignoring the shivers he was able to send through her spine with a simple thing such as a whisper, but gave him a nod anyway.
Remy stepped back, glancing up at the blonde as she was looking at the two in awe. Just as he was about to say something, she gave them a huge smile. "Oh, I'm actually jealous! Me and my brother never got along like you two," she said, earning a silent snort from the brunette. "You're a great brother, choosing a dress for your sister and everything."
"What can I say, chére," he began, shooting her a grin. "She wasn't always easy, kinda the rebellious one of the famille, y' know. Always gettin' herself in trouble, but she's tamed now."
Tamed?
Rogue shot him daggers, her green eyes fuming with anger as she walked up to the duo. His grin only got bigger when he saw the look on her face and he suppressed a laugh, the blonde was looking for a few accessories for her and Rogue narrowed her eyes at the Cajun.
"Don't pout, p'tite," he shrugged lightly, smiling amusedly at the brunette. "She never got t' the prom, got arrested 'cause of drunk drivin'. I was abroad when all that happened but she's all better now, she deserves a good party after all that, non?"
What the actual fuck?
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, darling," the blonde lifted a hand to pat her on the shoulders, but removed her hand as she thought about her previous comment about not touching. "But I see you're in better hands now," she winked at the Louisiana man.
Okay, if that's how he wanted to play.
"Isn't she adorable?" the brunette forced a smile at Amber, earning her attention. "Such a pretty face, reminds me of your wife, don't you think?" she asked sweetly and he nearly choked on her words.
Cockblock. Great.
"Oh," the blonde mumbled, disappointment literally read through her face. "You're married, how long has it been?"
"Not much," Remy muttered in annoyance.
"Two years," Rogue announced excitedly, grabbing the green dress on the counter to try it on. "Tell her how you two met, brother. It's such a romantic story, almost love at first sight."
She walked up to the changing rooms and let out a small laugh. Fuck, it felt good. "Tamed my ass," she muttered to herself, taking off the red dress. The green one was also satin, but it had a better fabric quality since it was silky satin. But the dress was slightly different, her back was revealing up to her sacral dimples, and it was revealing a leg through a big slit.
She quickly tried on the dress and the shoes, appreciating her look in the mirror but she couldn't fix her back, there was a thin diamond rope pulling the dress on the sides and adding some spice to the dress. She tried to do it herself but failed a few times and let out a huff.
"Y' good, p'tite?"
She rolled her eyes at him and huffed again, there was no way she could do it and there was no way she would let the poor blonde touch her skin without knowing her condition. Taking a deep breath, she removed the velvet curtain and turned her back towards him. "Need a help with that," she said, pulling her hair up in a bun, eyeing him through the mirror.
His fingers delicately touched her bare skin as she tried to focus elsewhere, gently bringing the two thin ropes together, binding them together in a loose style. She felt his fingertips touch the end of her back cleavage, shivering visibly. He pulled the fabric upwards a little, fixing the posture as she stared at him through the mirror, his breath was on the curve of her neck and she realized that she was holding her own breath.
"Tu es si belle," he whispered, studying her figure so carefully. "Comment peux-tu être si belle en tout?" he shook his head, bewildered as she bit her bottom lip in a frown.
"You do realize that Ah don't speak any French, right?"
Her response was a light chuckle coming from his lips, almost touching her exposed neck curve. "Y' look beautiful," he commented, his hands slowly making his way to her waist as her hands dropped to her sides, her two colored hair in a messy bun. She didn't understand his motives, but his hands on her felt so good, yet so strange –simply because she wasn't used to any intimacy, but let his hands stay there anyway.
Plus, payback was a bitch.
Rogue leaned against him, her green eyes fixated on their figures in the mirror. Seeing her comfort, he let his arms wrap around her waist like a snake, pulling her closer to him. She cocked her head aside, exposing more of her shoulder curve and her neck.
The dress was admirable, silky satin revealing her curves and her shape through the fabric, it was long sleeved, exposing a toned leg up to her thigh. There wasn't so much of a cleavage on the front. Her back, however, was a different story.
And her bare back was pressed up against him.
His eyes travelled through every inch of her figure at the mirror, she looked sinfully gorgeous especially pressed up against him like that. He rested his chin on her shoulder when she cocked her head, his breath brushing against her skin as she took a deep breath. He licked his lips at her responsive demeanor.
Resting her hands on his arms around her waist, she bit her lip. "So, is this gonna be us at the gala, Mr. Lord?" she asked naively, as if they were practicing a couple's pose in the mirror.
Remy pulled her closer to his body as if it was possible, she could feel all of him on her back. His hard abdomen, his toned arms, his solid groin. And fuck, if she wasn't mistaken, she had just witnessed something else too. She felt something hard pressed on her butt and she nearly gaped at him.
No, maybe it was his phone or something.
She moved her body upwards and grinded on him a very smooth way, he let out a breathy groan at her neck. She suppressed a moan when she realized it was his hardness and not some stupid phone.
Fuck, he was hard for her?
She pressed her body harder, making him hiss at her earlobe and she resisted the urge to close her eyes at the sudden pleasure. There was no way he would know that she was enjoying this, not ever.
Remy, however, had a different approach when he moved his body in a soft rhythm, she sucked in her breath and clenched her gloved fingers on his wrists which were still wrapped around her waist. "Non, this is more like us, Mrs. Lord," he whispered through her hair, inhaling the sweet lavender coming off from her hair.
"Darling, I found this purse-"
Both froze at the blonde's sudden approach, removing themselves from each other as she looked them and gaped at their position. Rogue, however, didn't look much surprised as she was expecting the blonde come up her with an accessory. She nearly laughed out loud at the Cajun's shocked and speechless face. Never in a million years would she think that he would be speechless in front of a woman.
"Wow," Amber muttered, annoyed and confused. "You guys are really close, aren't you?"
Remy opened his mouth, then closed it, finding nothing logical to say. Rogue shrugged lightly and fixed her dress, it was moved a little because of all the grinding and the pulling. "We just loved the dress," she informed the blonde, letting out a small laugh when his face showed a little emotion other than his poker face, frustration.
Oh, she fucking loved karma.
The brunette gave her a grin and grabbed the purse. "Thanks, darlin'," she walked over to the larger mirror, leaving the two in confusion.
She appreciated her image in the mirror and apparently her dress was desirable, it was proven so and it felt great to feel like that. Although she was extremely blushing from head to toe, she had successfully achieved to show no signs of flush on her face and that meant something.
Rogue just managed to seduce a guy, okay maybe it was mutual, but she had fucking done it.
And that guy was him.
Mind you, she was untouchable and she just showed him how tamed she was.
Remy came back a couple of minutes later, the blonde followed right after, heading towards the register. He paid it with his credit card and gestured towards the brunette to go change and she did, undressing quickly and wearing her daily clothes.
The blonde put her dress and her accessories into a fancy bag and handed it to her with a forced smile. Apparently, she wasn't into guys that had a thing for his sister, how unfortunate.
They left the boutique without a single word and began walking in the street, she was annoyed with his silent treatment but she was also feeling victorious, so she didn't comment on it.
After a couple of minutes, they walked into a store for men and she watched him professionally describing the items he wanted. She had no clue on what they were, she had never gone to a decent event in her life, anyway.
Instead of following him around, she let her body fall comfortably into a velvet ottoman and looked around. There were lots of suits and tuxedos. How did people know which one to wear at certain events? She groaned, she was so clueless on things like that.
Remy came back with a black suit and matching cotton shirt, the first three buttons were unbuttoned, almost revealing his upper chest. She was surprised to see how easily he was pulling everything off, both sporty and formal. He had the body to make everything look rich and decent, as if was custom tailored for him. His hair was put into a messy ponytail at his neck, his shades were still on and she couldn't help but stare at his devilishly handsome figure.
Having sensed her appreciated stare, he gave her a smirk and grabbed a few items on the glass counter next to him, looking at the mirror. "Y' sure y' don't wanna come closer, chére?" he asked sweetly, fixing his collar. "Might use some help."
"On what exactly?" she raised a brow, knowing damn sure that he was tricking her just as she had done back at the boutique.
"Posture," he answered slyly, looking at her through the mirror. "Need t' know if we look with our attire."
She rolled her eyes. "Ah'm not wearin' the dress, Cajun."
He tilted his head towards her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't have t', p'tite," he said, huskier than intended, his index tapping on his right temple. "Remy got every inch of y' dress memorized right here."
This time, she couldn't hide the color in her cheeks. Good lord, this man knew how to make a girl burn in flames, he almost knew that her stomach was twisting and she was shivering. But she couldn't give the satisfaction he so desperately wanted, so she got up with a huff and walked up to him. He gently put a hand on her back, looking at their image in the mirror and cocked his head. She held her body still, not giving into her desire to lean against him like previously. After a moment of observing, he nodded his head. "Definitely black shirt," he muttered. "I want all eyes on y'."
She turned towards him, a frown appearing on her face. "Don't Ah need to lay low like you?"
He grabbed her white streak, brushing it off of her face and she realized he had made a habit of that quite often. "Y' have t' be the center of the attention," he said, looking at her through his shades. "Shaw will be drawn t' you when he sees y' in that dress, any man with eyes will feel t' same."
"Oh."
Remy couldn't help but stare at her lips, her eager and curious nature covered by a naïve façade was drawing him in, the color of her cheeks excited him –knowing that he could entice her as much as she was enticing him. Taking a deep breath, he took a step back and headed to the changing rooms, leaving her still. She placed herself back at the ottoman again and he returned a couple of minutes later, paying for the things he bought at the store.
Once they were back on the street again, she insisted on getting some food and he let her choose the place. She walked into a patisserie whereas Remy excused himself for five minutes to gather some devices for the gala.
She licked her lips at the sight of bagels, sandwiches and some other delicious looking pastry. There was an old lady dealing with the customers, she waited patiently for her turn. The woman approached her with a big smile. "Hey, darling," she said, after writing something down. "What can I get you?"
"Um," she began, eyes travelling through the display window. "What do ya suggest?"
The woman cocked her head, giving her a soft smile. "For a southerner like yourself?" she chuckled. "A beignet, of course."
"Sure," Rogue matched her smile, nodding her head. "Actually, make it two? My friend's joinin' me," she said, eyes on the fresh fruits. "And some orange juice?"
"You got it," the woman began preparing her order, placing the pastries on two different plates right before working on the orange juices. It wasn't long until she came back with her orders and the brunette paid with the cash left from yesterday's cab drive.
Placing the plates on the table, she sat down comfortably and eyed her beignet with hunger. It looked so good, almost reminded her the bakeries in Mississippi, but more like the ones near the river –facing New Orleans. The French cuisine culture had spread through the river, effecting the bakery shops in Pearl River.
She rested her chin on her palm, inhaling the delicious scent coming from the pastries and waiting impatiently for the Cajun to join her, so she could enjoy her food.
It wasn't long after that he walked into the bakery, a couple of girls exchanging looks with him as he stepped in. Rogue resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the view, but shrugged it off since she was in a good mood that she had found some good food.
Remy sat next to her, with his shades on and looked at the food carefully. "How?" he asked, eyes on the beignets.
She gave him a proud grin. "Oh, you're underestimatin' me, sugah," she waved a hand casually, cutting her beignet with a knife and letting out an excited sound at the chocolate spreading on her plate.
He matched her grin and took a bite from his beignet, humming in an appreciative tone. "It's actually been a while since I ate this," he murmured, drinking his orange juice. "And y' just happened t' come across my favorite pastry in t' world, in some random patisserie? It's a town, chére, not a city center."
She gave him a shrug. "Ah guess Ah'm just that lucky."
Remy shook his head in amazement, finishing off his beignet as she did the same. "That was a cheap shot, by t' way," he muttered, a curve appearing on his lips.
"What?" she asked before rolling her eyes when she understood that he was talking about her little show at the boutique. "Oh, you deserved it."
"Pourqoui?"
"You told her Ah was drunk drivin' and Ah was arrested!" she exclaimed, swinging her glass of orange juice dangerously at him. "Like what the fuck? Ah can fly a damn jet with my eyes closed, you swamp snake, did ya know that?"
Remy furrowed his brows at that, she just kept marveling him in the best way possible. "Y' can fly a jet?" he asked, amazed. "What kind?"
Rogue shrugged. "We have –had a RS-150 at the mansion, it was a selective course actually to learn how to fly that thing. Ah was great at it," a proud smile appeared on her lips. "Ah was one of the two students to actually manage to fly blackbird."
"Blackbird?" he repeated with a matching smile. "Where do y' hide that enormous thing?"
"Where do we hide?" Her eyes narrowed at him. "Now now, Cajun. Do ya plan on stealin' my jet?"
"Your jet?" He let out a chuckle. "Non, but maybe y' could give me a tour someday, hein?"
"In your dreams, swamp rat."
He gave her a mischievous smirk. "We doin' far more entertainin' stuff in my dreams, chére, believe me."
She rolled her eyes and shoved him a little, he chuckled back in return.
When they were done with the juices, they headed towards the car and he realized that they still had a session tonight.
A session of touching only.
A series of unspoken things were running through his dirty mind and he nearly groaned out loud when he thought of how responsive she was to his touch.
Fuck, he was going insane.
Maybe he would just lay down and let her explore full of him.
Just as he was about to get into the car, a few of the cards from his deck spread on the pavement after he had put the bags in the backseat. Sighing, he grabbed the cards and looked at the first one in his hands.
Fuck.
Maybe Bree had a point, maybe he was truly doomed.
Queen of Hearts.