Is This Love...?


Part Twelve


Promise


Mature Content: Sex


When Rogue awoke later, the bedroom was in utter darkness, and squinted to see the blue numbers on her LED clock telling her it was after 1am. She gave a sigh. She'd slept practically throughout an entire day. She gave a sigh and rubbed her left eye tiredly.

Just as she was about to lay her head back down, a light snoring caught her attention and she sat up a little, reaching for the dim wall lamp above her bed and pulling the cord. Light spilled down upon the mattress, and she saw Remy there, sleeping soundly, his arm beneath the pillow which he had folded beneath his cheek, his face slightly squished against it.

Slowly she sat up properly, gazing down at the sleeping man beside her, wondering how long he'd been there, and if anyone had seen him coming in at all.

Did it matter any more?

She tried to think of the last thing that had happened but it was a little blurry in her memory. She remembered getting home and going to get a shower but didn't remember hunting out pyjamas and getting into the bed. She could only remember being so tired she'd barely been able to keep her eyes open.

Leaning back against the pillows, she turned to look the cabinet by her bed. A bottle of water had been placed there and there was a small paper prescription bag. She picked the bag up and pried the folded top up, gazing in to the 'Plan B' box inside.

He really went and got it, she thought, feeling a strange pang of guilt and affection for him. She tore into the box and pulled the blister pack free with it's one single pill inside.

"Y' up..."

She turned to look at the side of the bed where Remy had been sleeping, realising the noise she'd made from opening the box had disturbed him.

"Yeah..."

"How's the hangover?"

"Ah feel much better," she supposed. "My body aches a little, but...headache is gone." She held up the blister pack, "You got it."

"Mmm. Pharmacist says y' got t' take it wit'in three days o' the unprotected event."

"Is that what they called it?" she eyed him.

"Yup. S' that ol' guy, y' know the one wit' the bifocals who blush when y' buy condoms?"

"Ah've...never bought condoms," she confessed.

"Well I have. He always blush."

Rogue looked down at the packet in her hands, "thanks...for this," she sighed.

"I tol' y' I'd do anythin' f' you..." he pointed out.

She smiled faintly, and gazed down at the torn box, "Did it cost a lot?"

"Fifty-three dollars," he responded.

"Fifty-three-?" she spun around to look at him.

"I know...woul' have been cheaper t' have a kid," he chuckled tiredly.

"Ah'll pay you back," she promised.

"Mmm, I'm gon' hol' y' that," he teased.

Rogue popped the pill free from the blister pack, she took a deep breath, "sorry."

"F' what?"

"Earlier...throwin' up. Makin' you take responsibility for...this."

"Weren' it my responsibility as well?" he asked pointedly. "Takes two."

Rogue grabbed the bottle of water from the cabinet and twisted the cap open, she braced herself and popped the pill, it caught her throat on the way down and she almost choked. She took a second glug of water to try and wash it the rest of the way down, coughing a little.

"Y' okay?"

"Yeah, it just caught the back of my throat," she laughed embarrassedly.

"I don' mean the coughin'..." he sighed, "I mean..." he touched her arm tenderly, "are y' okay about this? About takin' that...about havin' t' take precautions."

"Has to be done," she looked down at the empty box she'd ripped apart. "Too early to think about...that stuff."

"I suppose y' righ'," he gave in.

Rogue sipped more of the water, thinking of how the pill was sliding down, thinking of how it would work.

"Maybe..." she took a breath, trying to pluck up the nerve to talk about what was on her mind.

"Maybe...?" he asked.

"Maybe...we...should...think about...birth control..."

He straightened up, his knees rising, his arms propping upon them, "we use condoms..." he studied her. "If y' think y' need more protection than jus' that...does...that mean...?"

"Ah'm not countin' any chickens, Remy..." she confessed shyly as she pulled her knees to her chest, "Ah don't know what's gonna happen but...Ah'd rather be...prepared, in case somethin' does. Ah don't want to run to the pharmacy every time you..." she trailed off.

He playfully snapped his teeth at her, "come deep an' hard inside y'?" he teased.

She shoved him irritably.

"Seriously, though..." the laughter left his face, "if y' talkin' 'bout this...'bout makin' plans an' takin' precautions..." he chewed his lip, "that means...?"

She gave a small nod to him, but didn't say the words.

"Really? We gon' give it a shot? I fin'lly got y' t' cave?" he sounded delighted.

"Yeah, Ah got sick of listenin' to you beggin' and whinin' to be with me," she turned onto her side and lay down.

Remy moved up behind her, "I think y' partial t' a lil' beggin' an' whinin'..." he drew his arm around her, pulling her closer, "c'mere..."

"Careful..." she sighed.

"If you gon' officially be mine...I wan' seal it wit' a kiss..." he turned her onto her back and leaned over her, his breath hot on her mouth.

She put her fingers to his mouth, "Not yet, sugar..."

"How we gon' tes' this if y' too afraid t' push pas' it?" he asked against her fingertips.

"Ah'll work on it, Ah swear..." she swallowed hard, "But Ah need time...if we're gonna do this...we have to go slow. And anyway, Ah still have vomit breath."

Remy sighed in defeat, "Okay..." he settled beside her under the covers, staring at her, "I'll be patien'. But I need a promise there's somethin' t' be patien' for. That this ain' gon' be like Bloodmoon where y' led me on an' let me think we was gon' be a thing then y' walked out on me."

"Ah promise," she nodded softly.

He kissed the knuckles of her gloved left hand. "Gon' hol' y' t that."


When Rogue awakened that morning, it was to the sound of heavy rain and low rolling thunder, pale light spilling between the drapes opposite her side of the bed. Her eyes caught the LED clock and she realised it was almost nine am. She'd practically wasted an entire day just sleeping and she felt guilty about that.

Her stomach rumbled and her body craved caffeine. She yawned and rolled over, finding Remy still there in her bed, sleeping, his lashes almost as dark as his eyes seemed to caress his high cheek bones, his mouth hung open a little, soft breathing, almost a snore.

It felt surreal for him to be there in her bed in the morning; she felt that strange sense of it somehow had to be too good to be true. Things like this were never meant for women like her...never had been.

And yet, there he was, sleeping soundly, his hair mussed, his tanned face serene.

Delicately, she ran her gloved finger down his nose, smirking as he stirred, shook his head a little and then settled. She laughed inwardly, biting her lip and lightly drew her finger down his fine nose again. He wiped his face, eyes squeezing shut and muttered something incoherent in his sleepiness.

Rogue giggled a little, and Remy's eyes snapped open, he looked confused for a moment and leaned up, glancing around himself, seeming to be remembering he'd fallen asleep in her room, not his own.

"Mornin'," she smirked at him.

He rubbed his face, "I was havin' the mos' fantastic dream..." he mumbled.

"Oh...?"

"Yeah...Angelina Jolie was sucking m-"

"Finish that sentence and we're over before we've even started," she warned him.

He grinned, his eyes a little puffy as they glimmered with mischief, "How y' feelin'?"

"Better," she nodded, "Ah slept like the dead."

"The dead don' snore," he teased.

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes.

He sidled up closer to her and she felt his erection pushing against her hip, curiously, she lifted the blankets to gaze at the protrusion he was starting to roll against her.

"Is it always like this in the mornin'?"

"More of'en than not," he responded, "somethin' y' migh' need t' get used t'," he chuckled low, his laugh like thick slow running molasses.

"Do you have any...?"

"Protection?" he asked. "Not this time."

"Guess you're shit out of luck then," she went to sit up.

"Not necessarily," pulled her back by her arm and pinned her down to the bed, "more than one way t' skin a cat..." he nudged her thighs apart and moved between them, using his forearm to haul her thigh up a little.

She gasped a little, "Ah haven't even showered yet..."

"Migh' get a lil' sweaty anyway..." he breathed hotly against her lips as he started riding himself against her; she felt his hard on pressing between her legs and her eyes rolled.

She turned her head away from him thinking it was just as well her powers prevented them from kissing because she was sure her breath had to be atrocious. She let out a little whimper as he caught her just right.

"Can I ask y' somethin'?" he breathed heavily as his hips picked up speed.

"Hmm?" she asked, hugging his upper body, letting her hips follow his rhythm.

"Are y' ever gon' tell me y' real name?" he asked with a soft moan to follow.

She opened her eyes to look into his, "What's that got to do with anythin' right now?" she asked in disbelief.

He arched his back so he could bite gently upon the protrusion of her left nipple beneath her top, and she whimpered in response. He looked at her with amusement. "Maybe it'd be nice t' moan it..." he supposed, his body slowed down to a stop. She realised he was no longer teasing her. He was serious.

"Remy..." she gasped at his stop.

"Eventually I'm gon' need t' know..." he pointed out.

"Not right now," She rolled him over on the mattress, pinning her beneath her thighs, pushing his wrists into the pillows, looking down at him.

"Ooh, y' gettin' all controllin' again..." he smirked.

"Shut up," she warned him and she found the right position that gave her the maximum sensation.

"God, you're so fuckin' beautiful," he moaned low.

"Sssh..." she warned him.

"Take the top off," he commanded.

"Sssh!" she warned him, feeling his voice was a little too loud.

He rolled her over onto her back, pinning her back down, his right hand quickly prying the buttons of her pyjama top open, his breathing was heavy, his gloved fingers cupped the flesh of her left breast, his hips moved enthusiastically against hers.

Before she'd realised what he'd intended to do, he'd already done it. She felt the miniscule almost electric zap between her skin and his lips as they very quickly brushed her nipple, the flicker of a small thought, of lust and need with tiny visions of things he wanted from her, things he hoped to do with her.

"Remy, don't..." She fought the panic, biting down on her lip as he drew her nipple to a point with his mouth then let go.

"Relax," he breathed, "concentrate on how it feels..." he thumbed the now rock hard nipple.

"But Ah absorb—ohhh," she let out a gasp, and she grasped his shoulders hard as he plucked her nipple quickly, he released and she gave a small gasp, the flicker was there again, flashes of dirty thoughts dancing through every part of her brain, heightening her arousal.

"Stop frettin'," he breathed, he took a moment, she saw his exhaustion starting to take hold; her powers were draining him.

"Ah felt you..." she shuddered.

"I'm okay," he whispered.

"Ah'm not ready to push this..." she stopped him as he went to go in a third time.

"C'mon, chere...the more we push..."

"Ah'm not ready," she said a little more firmly "not just yet..."

He gave a sigh, his expression full of disappointment.

She rolled him onto his back, straddling him, "Ah'll let you know when Ah am," she promised as she started rolling her hips, his rock hard member sliding against the clothed valley between her thighs. The delight on his face was so evident.

"Promise?" he asked with a low moan.

Rogue gave a nod, watching his responses as she rode him, "You like this..." she realised.

"Mmmhmm," he massaged her hips.

"Ah saw your thoughts..." she admitted again.

"Really?" he seemed slightly surprised and intrigued now.

"Uh huh..."

"Y' like my though's?" he reached up and cupped her left breast.

She was about to answer him when the sound of a phone ringing caught them both off guard and Remy turned, gazing over to the cabinet at his side of her bed, the side she realised he'd now claimed. This phone was ringing, vibrating on the top of the cabinet.

"Leave it..." she commanded.

Remy grabbed for the phone, tilting it, "it's Belle..."

"It can wait..." she breathed heavily, she could feel herself getting close to her orgasm.

"She never calls me..." Remy's voice was suddenly full of worry as he pushed her off swiftly and sat up immediately, answering the phone.

"Remy!" she blinked, feeling red faced and humiliated by the sudden way he'd dismissed her.

Remy put the phone to his ear, "Belle, wha's wrong?" he asked.

Rogue brushed her messy hair out of her face in disbelief as she stared at Remy's back as he sat there, listening to Bella Donna on the other end of the phone. He's barely back ten minutes and he's still makin' them a damn priority, she thought darkly. Ah thought he said everythin' at home was fine!

Remy's voice seemed to quiver, "when?" he asked and he stood up, running a hand through his hair, his posture suddenly tense, she heard his breath catching. "How?"

Sighing, she moved to the other side of the bed, buttoning up the front of her pyjama top so she could go downstairs to get coffee and breakfast, she pushed her feet into her slippers, hearing Remy still carrying on a very vague conversation.

She saw him rubbing his forehead, his breathing had changed. "I...don' know...later this evenin'..."

Rogue turned to gaze at Remy, confused. Later this evenin' for what?

"Okay..." Remy gave a shaky sigh, "I'll...see y' when I get there..." he announced, and he hung up.

"When you get there?" she demanded immediately, she felt her temper starting to flare, "you're not goin' back there..."

"I have t'," Remy sighed, he sank to the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead.

"You've just gotten back! Ah've barely-" she began to argue.

"Jean-Luc passed away."


End of Part Twelve


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