Chapter 2
Rogue sat at her nightstand, brushing her hair with long strokes.
After a month with no memory of who she had been, she still felt no more disturbed by it than at the beginning. She believed the others when they told her bits about her life before, but it didn't bother her at all.
The only thing that bothered her was that they skipped uneasily over the subject of her powers. Why, she didn't know. She could fly. She was invulnerable. She was super-strong. Great! So, what was the problem with that?
And the tests that Hank, or Beastie, as she now called him, did on her! Some were very strange. He always asked how she was feeling, how her thoughts were. He touched her a lot. On the arm, the hand and cheek. In fact, the others touched her a lot, as well.
She didn't mind that, either. She liked being touched, hugged, caressed. It made her feel good. Especially with Remy.
She smiled at her reflection. He was wonderful. Everything about him spoke to her. He made her feel good.
Beastie recently told her that the basics were the same. Looks, power, personality... He sighed at the personality part. He had shaken his head, and jokingly wondered aloud why something couldn't have changed.
She had punched him for it.
"Good evening Ch�re," Remy smiled, sitting on her windowsill.
"HEY! What the hell are ya doin' in ma window? Remy LeBeau, do y'always show up at a lady's window like this? Ah mean-"
Remy's lips touched hers.
The electrifying kiss took her breath away, and turned her brain to mush.
"Mmmmm... Remy," she breathed as he reluctantly broke the contact.
"Ma amoureux," he murmured, lips almost touching hers. The slight brush of his lips felt like the kiss of a butterfly.
"Which means?" She smiled.
"My lover," he smiled back.
"Remy, we ain't lovers," She sat back, shaking her head. She folded her arms across her scantily clad body, suddenly very aware of the almost transparent peignoir over the lacy lingerie. While she wasn't shy, she was feeling vulnerable, and exposed to this man.
"Je t'aime, ma c�r," he murmured huskily. "To me, dis make you my lover."
Why did this man, who could enrage her so easily, touch the very core of her with a simple phrase? She knew she loved him, but she was still uneasy about that final step. Giving herself to him.
He got down on his knees with an easy grace, grinning up at her. He spread his arm wide, and began to sing:
I am the one who kneels down,
don't you know?
I want the things, only you
could ever show
You need a man who loves you more
than his life
Zero's the price for the
ride into life
All I want is you
All I need is you �
"Not to sound corny or anything," he added with a sly grin.
"Yer... yer... Remy," she sighed.
"Oui, Ch�re I am Remy," he laughed softly.
She slid down off the chair, coming to her knees in front of him. "Remy, Ah love ya."
"Dat's a relief, Ch�rie," he chuckled, "for I love you as well, and I tink dat to have you not love me would shatter my heart. But den, I do not own it anymore."
"Yer a flirt, Remy LeBeau. And Ah should be good," she murmured, sliding her hands over his powerful chest, "but Ah don' wanna be good no more."
"Gasp! Roguey, you are going to be bad?"
"Don' make fun, Remy," she warned, slipping off her peignoir.
His eyes traveled down her body. While he had seen her in skin tight costumes that made her skin seem like clothing, and in skimpy bathing suits that made him goggle, this was so different. The deep green silk clung to her curves, and while leaving little to the imagination, it was so sensual and erotic that it fanned the flames in his heart.
"Mon dieu, Rogue. Tu es tr�s belle, ma amoureaux," he whispered, lightly touching his hands to her slender waist.
She shivered at the touch. "Merci," she smiled, leaning into him. "Ah think yer pretty hot, maself." Her arms slid around his neck, her lips touched his.
Remy slowly got to his feet, supporting Rogue in his arms, his lips never leaving hers.
The kiss reached to her soul, igniting passion in her that she didn't know existed. She barely registered it when Remy laid her in a mass of comforters and pillows. His lips slid feathery kisses over her chin and down her throat. She threw her head back, a soft sigh breathing itself through her body. A flush of heat flooded through her body. "Gawd, Remy," she moaned.
He slipped a strap off her shoulder, and lightly kissed the place it had rested. Her skin was so silken and soft, and she tasted so good. The dreams he had of this moment were like fluttery pieces of paper, compared to the real thing.
He gathered the silk into his hands, and slowly slid it up over her body seeing part of her revealed. First, he saw the slinky, matching panties, then her firm, creamy belly. Inching up over her ribs, and then the soft undercurve of her generous breasts.
"You are so beautiful, Ch�rie, so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her exposed breast. He skid the negligee over her head, and gently placed it on the pillow next to them. "Beautiful," he murmured again, eyes hungrily gazing at her.Her smile seemed like a beam of sunlight, warming him to his core. "How can you love someone so much?""Ah don't know, Remy. Ah think that a person's soul is the size o' the heavens. And the heaven's knows no boundary in love, right?"
"Oui, I tink dat you are right."
Rogue snuggled up to Remy, head laying in curve of his shoulder. She lazily traced circles on his chest, marveling at the musculature, and on what they had done.
"Remy?"
"Oui, Ch�rie?" His hand was smoothing up and down her hip.
"Not ta sound silly or nothin', but that was it, wasn't it?"
"'IT', Ch�rie? Je ne comprende pas."
"Ma first. We've never... ya know...."
"Oui. Our first."
"Why?"
"Pourquoi? Because..." His voice petered off as he realized he didn't know what to say.
After talking it out, the X-Men, as a collective whole, had decided to not tell Rogue about her natural mutant power. Naturally, this meant not telling her how she got her other mutant powers, allowing her to think that what she had was it. Sometimes it was difficult. Like when she had gone to him with her bureau drawer, which was filled with a multitude of gloves.
He finally had to tell her that she just loved gloves. The many body suits were a bit more of a problem, of course, but Ororo had come up with something.
Unfortunately, she was naturally inquisitive, and it was getting harder to come up with explanations.
"Ah don' get it. Why would we, who obviously love each other so much, not do this before? It makes no sense. We've known each other far quite a bit, right? So wouldn't it follow....?"
"We just... didn't, Ch�re," he shrugged. He knew it sounded lame.
"An not only that, but hell, Ah'm a good lookin' gal. I must've had someone before ya, right? Why not with them?"
"I don't like to tink of you wit other people," Remy smiled at her. "I like you wit me."
"Ah just don' get it."
"Je d�sol�," he apologised.
Rogue thought hard, as she felt Remy's breathing deepen into sleep. Something was going on around the mansion. They were hiding something from her. Something that affected her relationship with Remy to the point where there wasn't much physical between them. He had told her there were fights, and with the fights they had had in the last month, she believed him, however it didn't make sense to her.
No matter how many fights they had, they loved each other. It was apparent to her, and everyone else. People who loved each other expressed it in a physical manner.
So why? Why never between them before?
� This comes from the song 'All I Want' (c)1992 by Saigon Kick. It's on the album The Lizard.
End of Chapter 2
by Michiru