This is a quick one-shot (written in one night).
No real preamble. It's just PWP with a July 4th theme. I wrote this very quickly, so there's not as much details I would normally like to include, but hopefully it's still enjoyable!
The entire team had somehow managed to actually make an event come together. Even with their usual missions and hectic schedules, they all worked out a way to make time for a Fourth of July celebration, with everyone pitching in to prepare the food, decor, and ending the festivities with Jubilee providing the fireworks.
Sure, they managed to pull everything together a handful of times for a wedding, or some other celebration, but it was rare to not have it be interrupted; if not by world ending events, then by some third party villain looking to spoil their peace.
It was a busy day, and easy to get lost in the large crowd of mutants and friends of the X-Men who flooded the Institute grounds.
Of course, Remy had gotten looped into doing food prep, largely helping to organize the kitchen and direct people, and had spent days planning the grocery lists to make sure they were fully stocked ahead of time.
Rogue, on the other hand, was assisting Ororo with decor and getting the entire grounds set up for the swath of guests that were now arriving.
The pair of newlyweds barely had any time to see each other while they ran their respective roles, but knew that once the event was under way, they could enjoy themselves, and wind down together with their family and a great fireworks show.
Rogue had finished getting everything set up, so she headed to the kitchen to check in on her husband and how he was managing his kitchen.
"Smells insane in here," she said joyfully as she entered the large kitchen, still dressed in her dirty work clothes—a crop top t-shirt, and torn up, high-waisted, denim shorts—having just come inside to grab a shower and get changed, "Can't wait to get a taste."
They'd just finished getting everything laid out on the counters so people could help themselves buffet-style, and Remy was having a swig of a beer to commence the celebrations,"Y' can have the first bite, chère. Tell us if we done messed it all up."
She laughed as she saddled up next to him, snatching his beer to have a drink herself as she praised him, "I'm sure y'all made everythin' taste amazin'... as usual."
As she finished her swig of the beer, she asked, "Y' gonna get changed?"
Remy was still dressed in a very ratty pair of old jeans, a loose t-shirt, and a very messy apron that was, at one point, white, but had definitely seen better days,"In a bit. Just gonna relax a minute. We still got time before things get goin'."
Rogue took a look around the kitchen, noticing no one else had really clocked her presence, what with all the commotion of people coming in and out, and people's attention being elsewhere.
Rogue got a devious idea as she looped an arm around Remy, rubbing her hand over his back while saying in a voice low enough so only he could hear, "Why don't we have some of our own fireworks before the main event, sugah? It's been a hot minute… and we'll only need a hot minute…"
Remy's brow quirked up at her tone—one he'd grown very familiar with over the last few months—as he looked sideways at his wife, who's suggestive bedroom eyes were doing a whole lot of talking.
His wicked smirk grew across his lips as he replied back in her ear, "I like the way y' think, chère…"
She handed back his beer, which he finished real quick, before he pulled off his apron and followed her out of the kitchen without anyone even noticing. They laughed as they ran their way up to Remy's room, luckily not running into anyone on their way up, as most everyone was either outside, or on the main floor of the huge mansion.
Remy reached out for her wrist and quickly spun her back into him before he pinned her to the wall in the hallway, earning him a small but sweet laugh from Rogue that he adored more than anything as he buried himself in her neck and pressed himself into her.
"Remy!" she lightly protested with a giggle, though she only pulled him closer, "People are everywhere! What if someone sees…?"
He chuckled against her throat, lavishing sloppy kisses against the column of perfect skin as he replied haphazardly, "Then I hope they enjoy the show."
He quickly lifted her by her legs, wrapping them securely around his waist, like a dance they'd both choreographed and memorized, as Rogue threaded her fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to hers so she could indulge in the sweet, Southern flavors that were Remy LeBeau's lips.
She laughed when she could taste some of his cooking, "I think y' nailed the food, sugah."
He chuckled, "Y' haven't even tasted it yet."
"Sure I did," she said back, kissing him once more.
She could feel his very pronounced attraction for her grinding against her denim-covered crotch, the friction adding a delightful shiver up her spine that she couldn't contain as she moaned against him.
They only pulled apart when they could suddenly hear someone coming up the stairs, and Remy acted quickly to move them to just inside his bedroom door. They caught their breaths as they heard someone pass by, and they laughed at how close they came to being caught red-handed.
"What happened to 'putting on a show'?" she teased against his chest.
He leaned down to kiss at her neck once more, as he answered, "I got no problem with bein' the scoundrel of the X-Men, but you, mon cœur, have a reputation to uphold."
In quick succession, Remy started to undo her shorts as she pulled at his shirt, feeling the tautness of his abs beneath her fingers. She laughed at his explanation, "Y' sure y' weren't gettin' performance anxiety?"
He pulled back in mock offense, "Y' wound me, chère!"
Her lilting laugh faded quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor as Remy simultaneously pulled off her shorts and underwear. In rapid succession, with one piece of clothing after another being tossed away, they were soon both stark naked with hands exploring every bit of each other's skin as they could touch.
The franticness of it all was a huge rush, like a shot of adrenaline to their veins, as they knew they only had so much time before they both needed to shower and get dressed…
Rogue got yet another idea, as she drawled seductively against his chest, "Interested in some multi-tasking, Cajun?"
He asked with a hum, "Whatchu got in mind?"
She took his hand and pulled him towards his bathroom, not saying a word, but somehow communicating everything she was thinking.
Remy followed her without question as they started up the shower and stepped in, kissing and sensually loving on each other while they let the steamy water drench them both from head to toe.
They took their sweet time, indulging in the fun moment while they could. Remy stood behind Rogue, wrapping his arms from behind her as he brushed his hands over her form, appreciating every small sound she made in the process. Her head fell back against his shoulder as his hand started to migrate south, releasing deep moans from her that Remy had sorely missed these last few days. He playfully bit into her shoulder, pushing her higher and higher while he relished in making her feel such satisfaction and ecstasy.
Deciding that he shouldn't be left out of the fun, Rogue reached back, her hand finding his semi-hardened length that was currently pressed against her backside, and started stroking him in rhythm with his own hand.
She could feel his chest vibrate like a purring cat. It was adorable to Rogue how he could only be in this kind of state with her. Even in the memories she'd pulled from Remy in the past, he'd never been this affectionate with his previous lovers. It was a small bit of himself that he'd kept secret for the one person he could call his own.
She turned in his arms, continuing to stroke him until he was hard as a rock, she smiled up at him as she slipped down to her knees, "Ready for those fireworks, sugah?"
A little surprised, but not at all ungrateful, Remy smirked with delight as she took hold of him and started to tease her tongue along his shaft before circling the tip of him and swallowing him nearly whole, bobbing her head back and forth over him.
His grunts only stirred Rogue on, loving how she was so easily able to bring this man to his knees with just her hands and mouth. God, she loved this man.
She could feel him holding back as his hips twitched, and once more, she took the initiative to encourage him. Rogue silently reached for his hand, bringing it up and into her hair, silently letting him know it was alright, and that she wanted him to be a little rougher with her. She could feel him delicately lace his hand into her hair to give some slack before he started to use it as leverage, gently rocking his hips into her mouth while her hands massaged the muscles of his ridged thighs. He never yanked on her hair—certainly not in a way that was painful—but it was just enough to somehow make Rogue feel even sexier and more powerful.
The pure joy it gave Rogue caused her moan against him, which in turn made Remy all the more sensitive, feeling himself riding far too close to the edge.
"Rogue…" he moaned aloud, signaling he was getting close.
She held her hands over his hips, encouraging him to finish in her mouth, and she could feel him tense before that familiar salty taste shot down her throat and she could hear Remy's satisfied grunts above her.
His body shivered, even in the steam of the hot shower, as Rogue pulled herself off him, looking up at him while she rubbed his legs to help steady him. He smirked down at her while he sighed, "Fuck, chère…"
Rogue could feel his hand in her hair loosen before he caressed her cheek affectionately. She smiled up at him, beaming with pride as she instigated him, "Let's get a little more filthy before we need t' get cleaned up."
He helped her stand up, spinning her back into his arms and her back pressed to his chest as he spoke with a low timbre, "Now, how can a man say no to a proposition like that?"
Her small, bubbly laugh only got him excited again, as he slightly bent her forward, letting herself get into a position that worked for her. Her hands pressed up against the tiled wall to provide meaningful resistance for them both. She moaned when she could feel him rubbing up against her folds, her hips jutting backward to meet him, quietly begging him for what he knew she wanted.
He didn't keep his wife waiting, though he enjoyed seeing her keening for him. Aligning himself with her and sliding in with satisfying ease, Rogue groaned in delight at the sensation of being full once more. With a hand on her hip and the other running along her back, Remy started to move against her, the vocal musings of their pleasure and skin against skin the only sounds to be heard above the shower itself.
Rogue's eyes slid closed as her head went limp, letting herself become consumed by her arousal. That inferno that raged inside of her that only burned hotter with each movement against every spot that drove her insane with want.
"Remy…" she moaned aloud from somewhere deep in the core of her being when he'd managed to hit just the right spot that she knew would send her over that cliff she was only too willing to jump off.
She could feel his hand moving over her skin, leaning into her back as he held her, their hips never stopping, but their bodies vibrating like a tuning fork that resonated at just the right frequency. She pushed back against him as she felt her orgasm fast approaching, and Remy pulled her even closer before he spilled into her with a brazen, unbridled passion.
With each second they stayed connected, Rogue could feel her high only getting stronger, like the very act of touching his skin made her limbs weak and her mind hallucinate, wondering if this was all a dream. It certainly helped that he never let his hands leave her and his lips began to kiss her shoulders and neck as he cradled her back down to earth.
She laughed lightly as she leaned back into him, feeling him finally slip out of her, and that familiar drip down her thighs. She turned into his neck as his arms fully enveloped her, "Mmm, guess it's too late for us t' tell the others we're busy t'night?"
His chuckle warmed her, "I think it'd be a faux pas t' not show up now, chère. Besides, I got so much food that is beggin' t' be eaten by you."
She turned in his arms and laced her hands behind his neck, pulling him down to her lips, enjoying a few more moments in the hot shower, as if the tile covered room was their entire world.
When they finally relinquished hold on one another and actually managed to get cleaned up, Rogue stayed in the shower for a minute longer while Remy managed to get out and start drying off.
When she was finished not long after, shutting off the taps, Remy was ready for her with a towel open and waiting for her, wrapping her up and drying her off himself. They swayed back and forth together for a minute, just content to never let the moment end.
"Love you, Remy," she cooed lightly.
He kissed her hair as he replied, "Love you too, mon cœur."
With a playful swat to her backside and a squeal from Rogue, Remy declared, "Alright, y' ready fo' some Southern barbecue?"
She laughed as she batted his arm in return, "I was born ready, Cajun!"
The event had gone off without a hitch.
Everything from the food to the decor to the guests and the music were all top notch, and save a few mutant-powered moments of clumsiness, largely from the younger students, the day was a roaring success.
"Alright everyone! It's time for fireworks!" Jubilee cheered happily, signaling for everyone to find a seat to enjoy the show.
With such a large crowd, there was little privacy or meaningfully substantial seating arrangements, but Rogue and Remy had decided that a blanket on the grassy knoll was more than enough for them to be comfortable.
They sat together, Rogue cradled between Remy's legs and laying back into him, while watching as everyone else got settled in. The sun was just about set, and the dim lighting soon exposed and highlighted groupings of small fireflies in the bushes and treeline that outlined the grounds.
"Look, Remy," Rogue said, pointing to the glittering shrubbery, "I haven't seen fireflies in an age."
He smirked against her hair as he agreed, "Same. Can't remember the last time I saw them. Probably when I was still a kid…"
"Yeah… used t' see them every summer in the south," her voice was nostalgic, recalling long forgotten memories of her youth, "When I left home and came north, I don't think I've seen 'em since."
The comforting brush of Remy's hand over her arms reminded her that even with everything she'd lost when she left home, she gained multitudes more in exchange—a new home, a family… and deep, passionate, soul-healing love in Remy.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp, squealing noise of Jubilee's fireworks being let off, coloring the sky every shade under the rainbow. The gasps and cheers of her fellow X-Men echoing around them, Rogue and Remy watched in quiet appreciation, basking in this small piece of heaven they and all their fellow mutants had managed to carve out for themselves.
Even as tumultuous as their lives were—all the chaos that being a mutant and an X-Man brought—they wouldn't have had it any other way, because the alternative, they both knew, was a hell on earth compared to what they'd found at this school.
Hope you enjoyed this!
Just a little fluffy at the end there, but I had to balance out all the darker/heavier stuff I've been writing lately. I just needed these two to be happy for a minute.
Let me know if you enjoyed this with a like/kudos or a comment, it really helps me stay motivated to write more!
Until Next Time..