6 months later...
Remy looked at Rogue. That outfit she had on, Dieu, it
made him excited! A emerald green off the shoulder blouse, gathered around the
top. He could see down her top when she stood next to him. She was wearing a
cream colored lacy strapless bra underneath, but he could see her breasts
through it, even a hint of her pink nipples. The blouse was loose and long
sleeved, gathered again at her wrists. She wore darker green gloves, and a just
below the knee length medium green, gathered skirt, with light green stockings,
and dark green cuffed ankle boots. Remy saw her stockings were not pantyhose,
that they went up to mid-thigh, when she unthinking, flew after her dark green
beret, because a sudden gust of wind blew it off. She also had on light green
panties. He had noticed that too. He had also noticed her appreciative looks. She
obviously thought his tight jeans and black shirt and cowboy boots looked good
on him. They had some fun going to a country nightclub and doing some dancing. Remy
had enjoyed seeing her get excited when he had pulled her real close.
Now they were back on the grounds of the mansion. Just
to feel her squeeze him tight, he speed up the bike and went off the road, onto
the grass. His eyes glowed and he grinned as her arms tightened around him. They
bounced over the uneven ground until they reached the cove of the lake. Remy
stopped the bike abruptly, in one smooth motion: he slid the bike to a stop,
kicked the stand down, jumped off with Rogue in his arms, then set her down,
and grinned at her. She shook her head at him, but a little smile played on her
face.
Remy, she thought, yoah such a show-off. He was so
charming though, and handsome! She was hopelessly in love with him. It was a
relief to know he felt the same about her. For the first time in her life she
felt safe to be emotionally vulnerable. She knew Remy would not hurt her, not
intentionally anyways. She'd do the same for him. She knew he had a vulnerable
side too. Knowing that made her feel protective toward him. It was a new
sensation for her, she had never known that men were vulnerable too. She had
heard about the so called "fragile male ego" but that was something
she and the other X-ladies made jokes about. This vulnerability was something
else entirely. She was seeing another aspect of loving someone. She never knew
there was so many facets to love.
Remy took her gloved hand and they walked down to the
shore. She leaned against him. This was so warm and nice. Even if they were
never able to touch each other they would have this love for each other.
The light from Scott and Jean's house, the old
boathouse, spilled over Remy and Rogue palely. Remy sat on the ground and
pulled Rogue down onto his lap. At first Rogue gasped with surprise, but Remy
just put his arms around her and she relaxed. She let her head rest against his
chest. They sat like that for several minutes. Rogue let herself relax
emotionally, although her heart was still beating much faster than normal. This
was what frightened her most the about a relationship with Remy. His sexuality.
It was so much a part of him.
Remy slowly slid his gloved fingers up Rogue's legs. He
could tell by the expression on her face, she hadn't noticed yet. He wanted her
to know that there were ways that a sexual relationship would be possible. He
would show her, starting tonight. This was why he chose to wear the brown suede
gloves. They would feel good against bare skin. He had reached the top of her
stocking now. He gently stroked the bare skin of her inner thighs.
Suddenly Rogue felt Remy's fingers reaching for the
elastic of her panties around one of her inner thighs. Remy said, in a very
sexual voice, "Relax, cherie, dis feel real good." Rogue felt her
fear rise up and she pushed his hand down, then jerked away from him in fright,
saying "No!" She flew away several feet. Rogue felt terrified, both
by Remy's sexuality and her own. Just that brief touching, made her want to
tear all her clothes off, and let him touch her all over. Even let him- No! She
wouldn't let herself even think it! She could hurt him, her absorbing power,
her strength even. Then she gasped and shuddered as memories of what had
happened to her in Genosha came back with a vengeance.
She quickly shut those memories off. She couldn't deal
with that too, not now. She hadn't been able to deal with it yet. She hadn't
been able to talk about Genosha with anyone. Not even her closest friends in
the X-Men, certainly not with Logan. He had enough problems of his own, and he
wouldn't have known what to say to her anyway. She just couldn't bring herself
to tell Storm, even though she knew Storm would have given her lots of
understanding and sympathy. It shamed her too much to tell Remy. She certainly
couldn't tell anyone else. Definitely not the Professor. But she needed to talk
about it and her fears to someone, someone that could give her advice. Maybe if
she asked the Professor if he knew someone, preferably female, that she could
talk about a psychological problem with, he would find someone. She'd say it
was something that was a... female problem.
She knew the Professor well enough that he would feel
uncomfortable about that kind of problem. He didn't know how to deal with that
kind of problem. Surely the Professor knew someone she could talk to.
Remy watched her floating a few feet away from him. So
to not frighten her he made no move toward her. He hadn't realized she was
still that frightened of sexuality. He felt bad about scaring her. He hadn't
meant to.
"Remy, ah'm sorry about runnin' away, ah'm just
not ready foh that yet."
"I should have realized y' were still afraid,
cherie. Sorry `bout scarin' y', won't do it again,`til y' ask me to, neh?"
"Okay." She flew back to him, and they
walked back to his bike. She leaned her head against his back and put her arms
lightly around him as they rode back to the mansion.