Remy slowly unbuttoned her shirt, kissing her on the
skin revealed. He touched his lips to her breast- Rogue gasped, shocked awaked.
She sat up in her bed alone and put her hands over her eyes; she'd had that
dream again!
Rogue was astride his supine body, naked and making
love to him like a wild woman! Mon Dieu, was she passionate! She had him
gasping and writhing, and then he went over the top- Remy woke up, with a smile
on his face, dat dream again, he thought, be fantastic to come true. Remy just
knew her passionate nature would express itself fully in the bedroom, and he'd
love to be the beneficiary of that! He grinned at his thoughts. What amazed him
was that he loved her so much too. When she looked at him with those big green
eyes, so innocent, he wanted to give her anything she wanted. He sighed then,
but the one thing they both really wanted, he knew that she wanted it as much
as he did, he didn't know if he could, and contemplating really doing it,
kissing her, touching her skin to skin, scared him. What if he was wrong, and
he couldn't touch her, she absorbed his memories, emotions, psyche, and powers,
even if just for a few minutes? What would they do then? Dat would be torture
for both of us! To love so much and not be able to touch! For Rogue, though,
he'd do it, because he loved her. He'd satisfy his sexual urges elsewhere and
hope she would understand, and not be too hurt. Non, it wouldn't be that way,
he'd be able t' touch her and dey'd be happy! He'd like to see her that way,
smiling at him the way a woman who has a lover that makes her happy does. And
what about being more than a lover, Remy? He asked himself, what about settling
down wit' her and havin' kids, he smirked, lots of kids! Yeah, he admitted he'd
like that. Jus' thinkin' 'bout her pregnant wit' his, er, he corrected himself,
their baby, made him horny!
While Remy was busy daydreaming, Rogue had dragged
herself out of bed and taken a shower.
She always felt better after a shower, she pushed away
the dream; have tah deal with reality now. Let's see, she tried to remember,
what's first on the agenda for today.Oh no! Now ah remember! Another danger
room session with Remy! Oh god, after that dream, oh, ah'm going tah hate this!
Why did ah have tah have that dream this mornin'! Now ah'm going tah be in
close quarters with him! Ah'm not going tah be able tah shut it out of mah mind
before ah have tah be with him! She tried desperately to shut it out of her
mind again, but failed. Now she was really in a bad mood! It was not going to
be a good day!
When she got to the danger room Remy was already
there, leaning against the wall, casually admiring her as she walked up to him.
He was grinning with mischief in his eyes. This just made her angrier. He said
in his smoothest, most sensuous voice, "Mornin', chere." She just
glared at him, and without a word, stalked into the danger room.
Still keeping the easy smile on his face, inwardly he
groaned. She be in dat mood again... I do somet'ing t' change it, before we get
out here; least try t' make her smile! He thought determinedly.
They had been told last night that this danger room
session they had to search for an object, lost at the bottom of a deep cavern,
most of the trail being rather dangerous: narrow, huge drop offs, places where
they would have to crawl on their hands and knees, places where the trail could
give way, and other dangers. They were shown the object, and told they would
have to find it within a certain time period. The only aid they would have in
the unlit cave would be lights that they would be wearing around their waists,
and their powers.
Rogue flew into the cave far ahead of him. Remy
shouted at her, "Hey chere, we supposed t' work together on dis!" She
stopped and waited for Gambit to catch up, impatiently, then as soon as he
reached her she flew on, more slowly but still keeping plenty of space in
between them.
Remy sighed, don't know why she so uptight today. Then
he saw the trail was starting to narrow and the roof of the cave was not as
high as the entrance. Now he had to watch out for the path maybe giving way. Rogue
noticed the declining slope of the roof too, and looked back down at Remy, and
sighed, and flew down till she was just skimming over the trail in front of
Remy.
"Good t' see y' again, chere." Remy said
with a touch of sarcasm.
Rogue just glared back at Gambit, and then made sure
she was several feet in front of him. After several minutes of this Remy said,
"Chere, you so far ahead of me I can't hardly see you, so I know dat even
if you turned t' look back y' couldn't hardly see me. What if I get hurt, neh? What
if de trail give way, an' I fall all dat way? Might be far enough t' hurt
me." Rogue looked down, the illusion was convincing, it looked to be a
drop of at least one hundred feet and the danger room could have been
programmed, in fact, likely was programmed, that Remy's impact on the floor
would be equal to a fall of one hundred feet. She couldn't have that on her
conscious. She stopped and let him catch up with her. Then she turned around
and looked him directly in the eyes with a serious expression and said,
"Remy, if yah feel the ground givin' way, you just grab on, ah'll keep us
from fallin'. But you better not play around!"
Remy smirked, "Anyt'ing you say, chere."
Rogue was not surprised that Remy did playfully try a
few times, brushing his hands "accidentally" against her bottom or
thighs, and bumping into her. Rogue felt a mixture of annoyance and desire when
his hands touched her, part of her want to let his hands touch her everywhere,
even if it was over her uniform. So she said nothing. She wasn't surprised
either when they had to crawl through a narrow passageway that he took
advantage of the situation again, and stroked his fingers against her legs.
"Remy it's opening up again, we should be able
to-"
They screamed as the ground abruptly gave away, grabbing
for each other. They ended up floating in midair with Rogue's legs wrapped
around Remy's, her arms under his, and one of his arms gripping her shoulder. The
other hand was on her breast. When she realized this she started to pull away
to a less intimate position, but Remy said "Don't, please, cherie, don't
run away from me..." He said it in such a pleading tone, that she let
herself stay in the position. Remy began to run his fingers ever so lightly
over her breasts. She gasped and closed her eyes. She could feel his touch
through her uniform, the very elastic fabric just seemed to make his touch all
the more erotic. She pulled her legs tighter around his, so that she felt how
hard he was in between her legs. She moaned with pleasure, and let one of her hands
go behind his head, pulling his lips to hers. Just as she felt the first brush
of his lips against hers, she jerked her face away. "No, ah'll just do
what ah did tah Cody! Ah can't!" She cried. Remy moved his other arm
around her waist, and let his legs go straight so that her legs would not be
wrapped around his, the moment was over. Rogue brought her other arm back under
Remy's, and brought them back to the ground, that thankfully stayed steady. She
didn't pull out of his arms right away, so he held her. Then he said in a
gentle voice, let's find dat t'ing an' finish dis game, I take you out t'
Harry's Hideaway afterwards, we can talk some more, neh?"
Pulling away, she said "Remy, ah told yah
before..."
"Dis ain't no game..." He finished for her,
and smiled.
With a tremulous smile, she sighed "Remy..."
in tone that mixed exasperation and love.
Remy just laughed.
Later at Harry's they talked.
"Remy, ah've been thinkin', an' ah should
apologize tah yah, for bein' so mean aftah yah told us what yah did with
Sinister. Ah punished yah for tellin' yoah worst secret. Ah should have been
like Ororo and Logan. Told yah that ah was glad yah finally told. Besides, what
ah did while ah was with Mystique was as bad, if not worse."
"Chere, I'm jus' glad we're not fightin' no more.
"Remy, ah mean it."
"I know, cherie." Remy looked at her
tenderly.
"Remy, there's something else too..Ah..love yah,
more than anything. "
"I love you too, ma chere." Remy reached
over the table to Rogue's gloved hands, she grasped his hands with her own, and
they just looked into each other eyes and said nothing else. For now nothing
else needed to be said.