Patience was not an attribute that came easily to the beautiful mutant who singled-handedly owned Remy LeaBeau's heart and soul. From time to time she would fiddle nervously with her hair which had been secretly dyed dark brown.

One hour had passed her by causing anxiety and inquietude to spread like wildfire within her whole being. But dutifully, she had to keep watching that night. Waiting and observing carefully were tasks Remy was able to carry out much more efficiently than she ever could. He savored every step of a plan, and rejoiced during a heist, knowing it was a pathway to achieve whatever he wanted. The woman he loved, not so much. Still, she made sure she was putting in the extra effort. This was for a greater cause. All she wanted was to get what they came for and leave that place as soon as it was possible.

'Focus, Anna. Goddamnit!' she would tell herself.

After half an hour of keeping an eye on a random group of women's interactions, Rogue could easily tell the newbies apart from the rest. There was that innocence, that sparkle in the eyes of someone who believed they were living a modern version of the Cinderella fairy tale. They talked about the differences between their home country and the states with enthusiasm.

'Cars are so big, so many beautiful houses with carefully maintained lawns and gardens. Just like in the movies!' She heard one of them declare in Spanish.

Rogue wanted to be able to break the spell they were under and deliver the cold hard truth but knew she couldn't, not just yet. Just as previously planned, the stunning southern-belle-turned-Latina tried to speak as little as she possibly could. The fact that she had a fairer complexion than most of the other women was easily noticed, her big green eyes were eye-catching and hard to ignore, too. Most girls were dark-eyed. She should have gotten some colored contact lenses so she wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. For that reason, all the rest of her act had to be rock solid. Her manners had a theme, and they had to be very convincing. She was playing the role of a shy girl coming from a small town who had a religious upbringing. It shouldn't be too hard as her auntie had raised her to be just that.

That persona would come in handy and it provided a way for her to get away with talking so little. Maria's family was from Cuba; that's where her accent came from. Consequently, that's how Rogue spoke Spanish that night. Because the man Remy was impersonating had once mentioned in the club's forum that his wife was from Colombia, they had to stick with it.

She distinctly remembered sitting on the bed in the room they shared for the last three days when Remy told her about the unfortunately failed match. She typed on her phone 'small town Colombia' and was directed to a page that was entitled '7 beautiful small towns of Colombia that will steal your heart'. It might as well be a captivating one, she thought. Her eyes scanned the list and set for the one she thought was the easiest to pronounce.

"Salamina," she told him. "It sounds easy enough to pronounce, doesn't it?"

"Bon, chére, you will be a fluent Spanish speaker at a simple touch of your hand, won't you? There is no need to worry about that detail."

"True. But I kind of like the ring of it. And it is really picturesque too," she said as she dove into her research. She showed him a picture, and they both agreed that the balconies in colorful houses reminded them of New Orleans.

"Then, I might be taking you there someday," he replied charmingly. "For our honeymoon," he added with that lopsided smile of his. Totally infuriating and completely irresistible.

"You, silly swamp rat!" She scolded him and threw at him a paper straw from a Starbucks cup that was lying within her reach.

"I'm not joking," he said, poorly feigning that he took offense, but chuckled lightly just as he finished saying the words. Such a rascal! They both shared a little laugh at that, which quickly died down. He really was not joking, he thought sadly, but he wouldn't let that sentiment show.

His chére, on the other hand, couldn't hide her feelings so well and had to look away from his eyes. She blushed and got all giddy inside because of his loving promises. It bothered her that she had to fight against her feelings. Staring back at her phone screen, she tried her best to hide her flaming red cheeks. It was utterly ridiculous, and she hated that he still made her feel that way. After all of the years that went by, try as she might, she fell for him, over and over again.

Anna Marie had to blink a few times to shake that memory off and focus on her surroundings. Before she could stop it, she was biting the inside of her cheek as she relived that memory. One of the women was staring at her with curiosity, and Rogue noticed.

She managed to quickly regain focus on the task ahead, so she moved on to talk to another small group of women. She avoided being left alone with one woman only at any given time; as she was petrified that someone would notice she sounded more Cuban than Colombian. In a larger group, it was easy to become invisible and just nod and agree with what others had to say. There was no way she would fare that well with a one-on-one session.

Keeping an observant eye, Rogue noticed the matriarch of sorts, Brian's wife, kept a watchful guard over the others. It was intriguing, definitely a red flag. She would mingle with the small groups and offer some input here and there, certainly regulating what was being shared by the older members. Even though Rogue managed to avoid the woman like the plague for most of the evening, her luck was about to run thin. As the end of the gathering approached, the women were directed back to the foyer to meet their husbands. Not all of them, the veterans, as Rogue labeled them in her head, did not move an inch. Their eyes were visibly vacant and were not nearly as impressed by big houses and fancy cars as the newcomers. They silently headed in a different direction. There was no attempt at conversation and it made one wonder why. Rogue noticed that the ladies who had already seen the fairy tale become a nightmare started heading upstairs. They did so without anyone giving them instructions; they knew better than to wait for a command. Fear of punishment was the driving force. They complied silently with the whole ordeal because they were tired of fighting against their fate. Sometimes succumbing and doing what you believe is best for your children might look like the most reasonable thing to do.

Believing in her heart the worst would be over for those ladies, Rogue confidently stepped out into the foyer, following the new people when Brian's wife who she learned was called Joana, walked faster than her and blocked her way with her imposing presence.

Trying hard to sound as friendly as she possibly could, she told '

Ana Maria', Rogue's name during that most unexpected mission, that she was going to meet her husband in a room upstairs, and she would guide her there. She explained that because that was their first visit to the club, they were special guests. Apparently that included the invitation to spend the night in their headquarters.

"Also, it's cultural here. You should always invite first time visitors to your home to spend the night as well."

Rogue had to use all her inner strength not to scowl at the woman for trying to bullshit her like that. She knew it could only be a trap and could also well imagine the kind. However, knowing that their scheme was a long-term endeavor, she was unsure. They shouldn't be attempting anything with both of them. "Ana Maria" didn't have children yet, she was not properly trapped in their abuse system yet.

Even though all kinds of warning alarms were going off in her head, she felt reassured that her powers would protect her against any threats.

'This is not Genosha, this time around it is going to be alright', she kept repeating in her head like a mantra to avoid a sudden panic attack.

Also reassuring was the fact that Remy was there too. He would rather die than let anyone harm or abuse her, she knew. Little did she know that both of them were rendered powerless and they could thank Mr. Sinister for that.

In order to raise funds for his latest research, he acquired and modified a prototype of mutant power nullifiers. Then, he listed as many as he could manufacture for sale. Nonetheless it was not wise to do it out in the open. Firstly, because of the questionable nature of his genetics research, and ultimately because it was another stab on the back of mutant-kind. He didn't want trouble with the X-Men. Anyone who owned one could be looking for mutants to imprison, torture, or who knows what else. Sinister preferred to convince his buyers that it was just a tool for self-protection.

Still, it was not like any ordinary Joe was able to afford it. He had to dig into a multitude of groups of questionable morality who would be interested in obtaining one. The women trafficking one happened to be one of them. Wasn't that ironic that without his knowledge Nathaniel Essex was screwing Remy LeBeau's life yet again?

While Rogue sighed and felt bored as she sat on the bed staring at the ceiling while waiting for her ex-boyfriend and improvised teammate to join her, Gambit, on the other hand, was a mess. His heart ached, his whole self was a wreck as he imagined all the heavy misfortunes that might have befallen his beloved. What would those bastards have done to her? Had she been tortured, abused, or gang-raped by them?

After having heard all that he did just minutes earlier, it wasn't surprising that he would expect the worst. Especially because, unlike Anna Marie, he knew that he was powerless. When he finally reached the door to the room he was directed to, the place where he was supposed to find the woman he loved and sex her up for the enjoyment of a bunch of absolute bastards, he stopped on his tracks. There was this fraction of a second that he took a deep breath and braced himself for what he was about to see. Finding her safe and sound, sitting on a bed, leaning backwards and resting her weight on the palm of her hands as she literally stared at the ceiling overwhelmed him. His whole being was invaded by an immense sense of relief and contentment. He rushed to her side, sitting on the bed next to her.

In an instant, his eyes found hers and he looked into her eyes full of admiration shining through. She thought he looked at her as if it were the first time he had ever seen her. Before she could blink an eye, his hands were on her hair and he held the back of her neck as his lips met hers. She could tell that kiss meant more than any kiss he would share with any other woman in his life. There was a sign of adoration mixed with a hint of need, pure desperation as he cupped her face lovingly, his lips never leaving hers. She wanted to break the kiss and ask him what that was about when his right hand slowly slid from her face to her shoulder only to travel all the way to the small of her back.

Then, finally, she obtained some sort of answer. He traced little entangled circles over her dress. It gave her a chill, then she could tell what he was trying to communicate. He drew with the tip of his finger the shape of an eight lying down, or the infinite symbol if you will. As they had agreed before that was a lousy attempt of drawing eyes, or glasses, it basically meant they were being watched and possibly heard too. After he noticed in her ways that she got the message, he traced what she quickly recognized was an arrow. That meant 'sex'. She sighed in frustration and he did the same, mirroring her reaction.

Forcing himself to put some distance between the two of them, he leaned backward, while silently reaching for her eyes. She knew him so well, she knew what he was doing. He wanted to check she understood what he had to do. Most importantly, he wanted her to show him some form of consent, even though they talked about it in detail as they planned the mission.

Without hesitation, she reached out to him, touching his face delicately, tracing a line from his cheekbone to his jaw. Subconsciously, he closed his eyes at her tender touch, trying to savor the sweet gesture.

'God, I'm screwed,' he thought to himself as he kissed his heart goodbye. That was his Anna, all over again, all that unrestrained power she had over him was there, intact, as strong as ever.

She took her sweet time, looking into his fake hazel eyes and missing the unique red glow that she usually saw coming off those eyes that held nothing but love for her. With minimal effort, she directed his lips to meet hers. He kissed her back with an intensity that overwhelmed her. Passion took the driver's seat and in an instant, they were both lost in desire. Affection and devotion transpired in every move, every touch. Her hands roamed his body with fervor while he held on to her waist, his lips kissing every bit of her skin that we're within his reach. They were making out as if it was their first time and the last, combined.

"Make us proud, boy," he remembered them saying, and he was gutted that somewhere in that house those perverts would be watching them. He wanted to mind his actions but it seemed Rogue had other ideas. He wondered if she had all but forgotten he 'told' her they were being watched. Her loud moaning dominated the entire room during their hot make-out session, shattering the silence.

What he didn't know was that to her, he was an antidote for all her trauma and pain as much as she was his. She tore his shirt open and there was this little gasp of mixed surprise and satisfaction as her eyes feasted on the pretty sight before her. So much for the one who once told him that she was not ready for them to get back together.

Denial was her middle name, she knew she loved him but her fear of having her heart broken at his hands, again, was stronger than everything else. So she pretended, she lied to herself. Yes, she was just fine, living her life, fighting for her causes, keeping him at an arm's length. They were friends, close ones at that. Best friends! If you repeat a lie in your head a million times over, then it can become true, right? Wrong, but a girl can fake it until she makes it.

As Rogue allowed herself to get intoxicated by his smell, his touch, and his kisses, she realized she would never make it. That man, her first real love ever, the first one to make love to her, the one who waited and prayed that some day they would finally be together, that man would always be the one her heart belonged to. His scent alone sent her into a heady trance, one that wouldn't end until their bodies were united as one once more, warm and snuggled in as close as two souls could possibly be.

In a bold move, she stood up. He remained sitting on the bed, watching her with curiosity. She took few steps until she was in front of him, her knees touching his. His hair slid back as Remy looked up, anticipation was consuming him. What would his beloved Roguey do? Damn right, it seemed she had totally forgotten about the others and why they were in that room.

For a brief moment, he contemplated their options. He could take her by the hand and just get out of that hellhole. He certainly had enough material to build a case against those sickos. Nothing directly linking Carla's husband to it, though.

The little detour he had to make to gain their trust and acquire more evidenxe led him to that moment It was him, Rogue, four walls and a bed. The perfect combination to send his good judgment and rationality to hell. The moment her dress fell to the floor, all coherent thoughts escaped him. She stood pretty in front of him, her voluptuous breasts were now in view, still encased in a sexy lacy bra, her undies, much bigger than what she would normally wear. It made him want to chuckle at the sight. Everything had been chosen for her to stay true to her character, yet, if he were to as much as smirk, she would certainly slap him across the room and all the carefully planned plan would be destroyed.

Much to his dismay, she noticed his lips twitching and knew exactly what was in his mind. It was not a thong and he should know that it wouldn't be one. He probably gave instructions to whomever he got to pick their outfits and have them delivered at Maria's.

"Tienes algo a decir, mi corazón?"

She asked him, challenging him to say something about it. It was unsettling that they were being watched and could probably be heard. They had to mind their words and that was against Rogue's nature. Being around Remy and not being able to be the smart mouth she usually was drove her nuts.

"Te amo," he stated simply and declared his love for her truthfully. Most of the men spoke Spanish at least to a certain extent, he did too, so he used it to stay in character.

"Pues yo te quiero con todo mi corazón," she stated firmly with some sort of twinkle in her eyes which left him wondering if that was for real or just her playing her role of a woman blindly in love with her husband. So much so, that she left her country and support network to be with that man. Just then, she winked at him and smiled beautifully. He decided to interpret it as if she really meant it. Overridden by emotion, he lunged at her, capturing her lips with his, undoing her bra in a crazy frenzy. With expert ease, he slid his hips between her legs while she held tight onto him. His chest felt amazing against her bare skin, his teasing of her nipples, completely maddening. Then, to her utmost delight, his lips started traveling south. He licked and sucked, then sucked and bit her rosy buds as his hands found her hips, and then, took her undies away with them.

She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, in complete abandon as he kissed her thigh and lightly trailed his fingers through her folds. He could feel her trembling in participation.

She smiled at him. How could she not? It was the whole intimacy they had, he knew her body. He knew how to make it sing like no one else.

He always loved going down on her. It seemed he got almost as much pleasure as she did. He was incredibly talented and patient, using his tongue, lips, teeth and fingers to slowly bring her to orgasm after orgasm. This time, despite the situation they were in, it wasn't any different.

Remy dipped his tongue inside her and she thought he would finally give her release, but he started over again. With a feather's touch his tongue traced the outer edge of her lower lips making her taut body shudder. Then he grazed her clit with his chin causing her to arch up into him. Rogue was so aroused that each of his touches was like a live wire against her naked skin.

Then his fingers were against her clit rubbing it quickly in circles. Her whole body tightened and her eyes squeezed shut, she felt an orgasm was coming. She felt her inner walls start to pulse and suddenly Remy stopped his action, towered over her and thrust his hard cock into her, making her gasp in surprise and excitement. That man would be the death of her, she thought as she came hard.

He picked his pace and she loved it, still feeling her walls pulsating against him. His tongue trailed up her throat and when he reached her lips he kissed her hard as he made love to her.

He wrapped his arms around the woman he absolutely adored, pressing their entire bodies together so that every inch of him slid against her. In response, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside.

He groaned into her mouth and increased the pace, withdrawing almost all the way before plunging back inside. She could feel every inch of his thick cock as he slid in and out and it only took a few moments before she was on the edge again.

On the other side of the wall, they were being watched. While most men enjoyed themselves at their show, Brian got very suspicious.

"Something feels off with those two," he said.

"Off? This is best initiation night I have ever seen," one guy replied, busying himself with his own private matters, eyes glued to the screen.

"Exactly. So good, that it seems too good to be true."

Oblivious to the group leader's suspicion, Remy and Rogue kept their dance of love going. Totally lost in the feeling, not caring much about the potential audience at all. After trying out a number of positions, Anna Marie was gasping for air, and Remy, unsurprisingly was still as invested as he was almost an hour ago, he moved back down to her breast. He pulled the tip into his mouth, flicking the hardened nub with his tongue as he stroked into her even faster. Controlling her body as if she was his puppet, he positioned her on her fours. She allowed it and appreciated it. He still remembered what her favorite positions were. She arched up meeting each of his thrusts, yet another climax quickly approaching.

He pounded into her

fast and hard and with only a few more thrusts he sent her flying over the edge.

Remy groaned in pleasure as her core clenched rhythmically around him. His hips jerked against her a few more times before he stilled. For long moments they remained wrapped around one another, simply enjoying the closeness.

They laid down together, limbs interlaced, breathing slowly going back to normal. A few moments passed them by when they heard insistent knocking on the door.

"And here we go now," he mumbled to himself, putting on his boxes and pants to get the door, trying to regain focus, getting ready to fight.