Commitment-Phobia

    7.    He paced around the living room with only one thought in mind, Rogue and Jason's date. He was curious to find out what happened. He wanted to know how much she liked him, what's so goddamn special about the pretty little blonde, and most importantly, how far their date went.

        He raked his mind over and over again the previous night, and had not been able to understand what Rogue saw in this Jason. Remy had concluded, that it was definitely not Jason's looks. There's no way Rogue would find the blonde spiky haired man, good-looking. He knew Rogue always went for men who had longer hair and a bigger physique. He, himself, was the prime example. Then of course there was Joseph and even Longshot. So, it was definitely not his looks.

        Well, okay, maybe Jason wasn't the ugliest man on Earth, Remy thought. Jason was actually a pretty decent looking man if the girls like the good boy wholesome type. Fine, maybe he wasn't totally conclusive about the looks, but he knew one thing, he was much better looking that Jason, and that was a fact, he thought.

        "Mornin' Remy, why ya walking around in circles?" A very tired Rogue said as she stretched and let out a yawn.

        Remy turned around to face her. He hadn't known many women who could look so irresistibly gorgeous in the morning, like Rogue did. She was wearing one of his old baggy Harley Davidson t-shirt, which went only long enough to her mid-thigh. He hair was a little disheveled but that only added to her allure. Man, I could just take her right here and now, he thought.

        "Rem?"

        Remy snapped out of his X-rated thoughts, and focused back on Rogue's eyes. "Oui, chere?"

        "Ah asked ya why ya were walking around in circles?" She asked him again as she checked him out. He was still dressed in his black t-shirt, which showed off his very nice physique and framed his biceps quite just perfectly. He had a little bed head, but it just made him even more attractive. What I wouldn't give to kiss those lips of his right now, and feel his body on top of mine, she thought.

        "Oh, dat? Remy was just t'inking, dat's all." He replied casually.

        "Penny for your thoughts, then." Rogue stated as she headed to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee.

        "Remy don't t'ink Rogue would really want to know what he was t'inking." Remy answered and went to join her in the kitchen.

        No longer able to resist, he crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him.

        "Remy! What do ya think you're doing?" Rogue cried, surprised that he would be so bold.

        "Just giving my chere a morning hug, dat's all." He said, as he lowered his head and started kissing the side of her neck.

        Rogue let out a little moan of pleasure at the sensation of his lips on her bare skin. Hearing that, Remy continued to kiss her and slowly turned her over to face him. Once they were face to face, his kisses started going up her neck, and finally to her lips. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Rogue wrapped her arms around Remy's neck and started combing through his hair with her fingers. Her head was telling her to stop, but every part of her body wanted to feel him completely in her.

        Remy stroked her sides, and once his hands touched her thigh, he could feel her shudder from pleasure. He slowly lifted the bottom of her t- shirt while gently caressing her body as he did so.

        Suddenly, Rogue broke away from their kiss and his embrace. She quickly pulled her shirt down, and said, "No."

        A stunned Remy just looked at her with confusion. He had so thought she wanted it as bad as he did. Things were going so great, he thought. Why the hell did she stop it, he wondered.

        "What?!? Chere, I thought you wanted it as much as Remy does." He said as he started to reach for her again.

        She quickly stepped back and looked away from him. Lord knows, I want it as bad as you, she thought. We just can't do this again.

        "Ah'm sorry. Ah just had t'stop it before we both do something we might regret." She replied hastily.

        "Trust me, Remy doesn't regret anyt'ing he does with you." He said with a lower tone and tried to wrap her in his arms again. She broke away from his attempt and walked out of the kitchen with which he followed.

        "I don't get it. You know you want it as much as me. It feels good, chere. It always does when we're t'gether." He said again still in disbelief that things had did a 180 on him within seconds.

        "Yeah, sex always feels good, but it don't make it right." She stated as she turned around and looked at him.

        "It's not just sex, we'll be t'gether like we should be." He replied with determination, as he looked straight into her eyes.

        "Remy, ya know it's just sex. Simple as that. We'll just have some mind-blowing sex, then after the deed is done, our lives will be ever so messed up and complicated again." She said blatantly as she locked her eyes with him.

        "Remy likes de mind-blowing sex part. How about we get dat part over with den discuss de rest?" with that statement, he attempted to approach her again.

        Rogue immediately stepped back from him. "Don't ya get it, Remy? Fine, we have some great sex, but that's about all we have in our relationship! We get into that bed, and we're together again physically, but we're still not with each other mentally and emotionally. What's the point? We'll just keep continuing in this circle that ah'm sick of always getting in because WE never go nowhere by doin' that!." She exclaimed as she became annoyed at the fact that Remy couldn't think past anything but sex.

        Remy stared at her with confusion. He just didn't quite grasp what she was saying, and with her newfound determination in her words, it just made her even sexier. He wanted her bad.

        "C'mon, chere. Just dis one time. Y'know it'll be good. It always is." He pleaded his case once more.

        Rogue looked at him with amazement. He really couldn't get past the thought of sex. He is so irritatingly stupid, she thought. "You're fucking kidding me right? Didn't ya even hear what ah just said?" She asked him hoping he had some sense in him.

        The only words he heard were 'you're', 'fucking', 'me', and 'right?'

        "Remy will fuck you anywhere you want." He said with the assumption that that was what she wanted. He tried to get closer to her again.

        Rogue whacked his outreached hands.

        "Oww! Why did you do dat for?" He exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together.

        "Because y're an IDIOT! You can't think past anythin' but SEX!" She cried in disbelief.

        Remy contemplated her words for a moment and tried to think about all the other words she said besides sex. He just couldn't understand why they just couldn't do it this one time. Finally, it hit him. Jason.

        "It's because of JASON, isn't it???" He cried and pointed his finger at her.

        "OH MY FUCKING GOD! U HAVE TO BE KIDDING NOW!" She yelled in utter disbelief.

        "It is, isn't it? Just admit it! You don't want t'be cheatin' on your lil' boy toy!" He accused her.

        Rogue glared at him for being so incredibly stupid. She took a deep breath to calm down and to stop herself from ripping his head off. She said through clenched teeth, "Remy, ah didn't mention Jason once. It has absolutely nothin' t'do wit' Jason. We went out on one date, that's it. This whole thing has to do with you and me, and for some reason ya chose t'be extra stupid t'day so Ah'm not gonna talk t'ya until ya straighten out that thick head of yours." With that statement, she turned and walked away from him.

        Remy was completely flabbergasted at this point. He had no idea what just happened and couldn't think of anything to say. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind as he watched her walk away from him. "Well.. well.. well.. REMY WANTS HIS SHIRT BACK!"

        Rogue stopped in her tracks. She was beyond mad now. She snapped around and glared at him. When he saw how she looked he immediately regret saying that. He shifted his feet as he tried to look away from her, but felt as if she was shooting daggers at him through her eyes.

        "This is my favorite shirt t'sleep in. Ya know that." She said in a very low voice, trying not to blow up at him.

        He stared straight into her eyes with a new determination. He was not going to end this conversation looking like an idiot. "Well, too bad. It's my shirt." He said.

        Rogue just looked at him in disbelief. This conversation was perhaps the stupidest exchange of words they've ever had. The only thing she wanted was to end it. So, she whipped off the shirt and threw it at him.

        "FINE! YA WANT YOUR SHIRT BACK, YA GOT IT!" She yelled at him.

        Remy's mouth dropped as he watch Rogue in all her naked glory. He had thought he wanted her bad before, but after witnessing Rogue completely naked after so many weeks of not being able to, he just wanted to pounce on her.

        Rogue's lips curved up in amusement. Why is sex the only thing that men ever think about, she wondered. She did a little turn around for him, then said, "Take a good look, Remy. Because ya ain't getting a piece of this!"

        With that she turned and headed for her room as Remy continued to watch her nice backside walk away from him.

        "Damn."

        ***

        Rogue returned home with a bag full of grocery. She managed to dodge saying anything to Remy after their discourse, and had had a nice lunch with her friend, Paint. After that, she went to the supermarket and bought enough food to feed an army. She started to unpack the bags, and called, "Remy, ya home?"

        "Remy's in his room." He yelled.

        "Ah'm making pasta for dinner, ya want any?" She yelled back.

        "Non! Remy's eatin' out!" He cried back.

        "Fine, whatever." She muttered to herself as she got out the pasta and tomato sauce. I wonder who he had a date with tonight, she thought. All those nights he went out, had he been seeing the same girl or had it been a different girl every time. I wonder what she looks like. Knowing Remy's taste, they have to be gorgeous, she thought. Stop it stop it stop it! You'll go insane if you keep thinking about, her mind warned her.

        The first night that Remy had a date, she tried to be nonchalant about it. The truth was, she waited up for him and didn't fall asleep until she heard him return to his room. Surprisingly, he returned relatively early every time. Just about ten minutes after midnight. It put her mind at ease, knowing that he returned every night, which meant he wasn't in another woman's bed.

        *Knock Knock*

        Rogue put a pot of water on the stove and went to answer the door. She opened it and found a stunning tall blonde woman with a couple of things that have had to been surgically done to make it look so perky and perfect.

        "Hi. Is.. Remy.. here?" The girl asked. She was surprised to find a beautiful auburn hair woman with curves to die for, standing right in front of her.

        "Oh, yeah, Remy's around. Ya wanna come in?" Rogue said while giving the woman a full once-over. So she has massive boobs, but they must be fake to stay up like that. Her hair has to be a dye job, there's no way it could be that blonde. Fine, she has nice legs, I'll give her that, but she doesn't have an ass. Rogue thought bitterly and without even waiting for a response she headed back into the house, leaving the girl with no choice but to follow.

        "REMY! YOUR DATE IS HERE!" Rogue screamed as loud as she could, trying to blow a little steam while doing it.

        Rogue ignored the girl and went back into the kitchen. She grabbed some tomatoes and a big knife and started chopping rather hard. She could hear Remy coming out from his room, which made her pound the knife even harder.

        "Chere. Y'look beautiful. Tres belle." Remy said as he gave a kiss to his date's cheek.

        "You don't look too bad yourself, sexy." The girl replied and gave him a kiss on the lips.

        "Remy, who was that girl?" She asked him quietly, not wanting whomever it was in the kitchen to hear.

        "Ohh.. Dat's Anna. Ya wanna meet her?" Remy asked. Before the girl could answer, he went into the kitchen to get Rogue.

        When he was at the entrance of the kitchen, he could see Rogue pounding away at a few poor tomatoes. She had tomato juice all over her by now, but she continued to chop harder. Remy smirked with the knowledge that Rogue was extremely jealous at the moment. He couldn't help but feel a little satisfied with what he had to go through when Jason came over the night before.

        "Anna?" He said.

        Rogue whipped around to face him with the knife still in hand. "WHAT?"

        Remy took a step back when he saw how she held the knife. "Y'wanna come meet Isabella?" He asked.

        "Can't ya see that ah'm BUSY?" She snapped as she turned around again.

        "What y'doing? Making tomato juice?" He asked as he slowly approached her with caution.

        "Ah'm making tomato sauce!" She hissed as she began to chop with a vengence.

        Remy put his arm around her waist, and said, "C'mon chere. Remy had de courtesy to meet Jason, y'should return dat courtesy."

        Rogue gripped the knife. All she wanted was for him and that blonde bimbo to get out of the house as fast as they could and she knew Remy wouldn't let up until she met this blonde, so he can gloat.

        "Fine." Rogue said and stomped into the living room.

        She looked at the blonde again. She narrowed her eyes and just glared. Through clenched teeth and with the knife still in hand, she managed to say, "Ah'm Anna. Bye."

        With that, she turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

        Remy just smirked with satisfaction as he watched Rogue stomped back into the kitchen.

        Isabella looked up at Remy with confusion written all over her face. "Remy, she was weird. Why does she live with you?"

        "Oh, she's just my cousin. She's a little high-strung. Remy t'inks dat she was dropped on her head when she was a baby." He commented.

        Rogue heard the comment from the kitchen and started to pound her knife as hard as she can, imagining that the tomatoes were Remy's head.

        Isabella let out a little giggle and said, "Oh Remy, you're funny. But that isn't very nice."

        Suddenly, Rogue appeared in the living room, with knife in hand. "Y'know what's even funnier, Isabella? It's such a coincidence that you're a blonde with bella in her name. But knowing Remy like ah do, maybe it isn't that much of a coincidence. Y'see, Remy here used to be marrie..mmphhm." Rogue muffled the last words because she found that Remy's hand was clamped over her mouth.

        "What she means is dat, Remy used to be a very merry boy. Y'know, happy, like ma belle Bella." He said as he gave her a smile. Rogue pushed his hand off of her, then said, "Why don't y'two go now? It's getting late."

        "I don't get it, Remy." Isabella said as she thought hard about what he was saying. Rogue rolled her eyes.

        At this point, Remy had the good sense to stop playing with Rogue. He just took Isabella's hand, and proceeded to leave. "Bye Anna, don't wait up, Remy will be home late." He called.

        "Or maybe you won't be going home at all." Isabella whispered into Remy's ear, although she made it loud enough for Rogue to hear.

        As soon as the door slammed shut, Rogue hurled the knife at the door, which stuck straight into the middle of it.

        ***

        "Stupid Remy and his stupid Isabella." Rogue muttered bitterly as she ate her pasta. For the past two hours, all she could think about was Remy and his date. Half the time, she spent cursing them and their date, the other half, she spent reprimanding herself for being the reason he even has a date.

        Maybe, I should haven't been so stupid to break-up with him. Man, that was so dumb of me. Why the hell did I do that? She wondered. But she knew why she had, and she knew it was the right thing to do. She sighed as she thought about it. Before she could touch, they were always in this roller coaster relationship; a relationship that never really existed. Sure, they loved each other but it never could have went beyond that. It was something they both felt, but regardless, he still led his own life and she led hers. Never, once were they walking down the same path together.

        How silly were we to think that just because I can touch, it means that we knew everything about being in a relationship. She thought. All they had was this immensely high sexual drive and a love that they both still didn't know what to do with. She knew that one of the problems they had, was the fact that they both needed a lot of growing up. Prime example, was their conversation they had in the morning. No matter how hard they both tried, they always let their stubbornness get their better sides. How could a relationship possibly develop into something deeper if both them always let little petty arguments mean more than it actually should? When will they both realize that in a relationship, sometimes the little things do not need to erupt into big stupid things? She sighed again and ate another forkful of pasta.

        She knew she was just as immature and selfish as Remy. Hell, it was her idea that he still remained living with her, although he didn't object to it. She knew that decision was completely irrational and it did not make sense to even herself. Perhaps it was because both them wanted to be remain in each other's lives as a reminder of what could still happen between them. That they were not completely over no matter how many dates they had or who they had it with. Until one of them found a reason to move out, them living in the same house meant that they still had a chance. It was foolish and immature, and they both knew that. But, it was also hopeful and that was reason enough to remain living under the same roof.

        "Stupid Remy and stupid Isabella." She muttered again and continued to eat her pasta, alone on a Saturday night, once again.

 

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