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Chapter 1: Sugar.

Rogue didn't take the mechanical stairs, but she hurried her way up the regular ones, soon emerging to the surface from the metro station. Most of the people around were probably heading home after a long day of work or study, carrying grocery bags or concentrated in their phones as they walked; she had something else on mind, though, on mind and everywhere else.

The building was only a couple blocks away, a 1950's piece of architecture she already knew very well. She pressed the intercom button of the apartment she was going to. Once, twice, then a third time. Nothing. She had to lose her stupid cell phone two days before, when in a mission with the X-Men, she cleverly decided to put it in the back pocket of her pants. It didn't matter, she'd show up without previous notice. She didn't think he'd have a problem with that.

This was a part of the city she didn't come to a lot, so she didn't think anyone around here would know her; not that she knew a lot of people or was too popular, but that familiar sensation of having to hide, of having to be sneaky and cautious, made her stay close to the building's entrance, trying to remain unseen in the shadows as people passed by. She took a look at her watch: almost 9 pm. Her heart pounded faster when someone approached and opened the entrance door.

"Ah forgot mah keys, thanks" she attempted a smile at the guy who let her pass, but didn't look at him for long; it was better not to.

They were nine floors up. She took the stairs.

Not a sound in the hallway, not even from the other apartment doors. And there were no windows either. She rang the doorbell several times, but then again, no one seemed to be home.

"Damn yah" she murmured, already knowing that either way, she'd wait for him.

(…)

11 pm and she was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall and her knees up to her chest. Her hands felt a little sweaty as well as the back of her neck, even if the air wasn't hot in there. She tried to focus on the sound her fingertips made when tapping repeatedly a clasp of her bag. It was no use, though, to try to direct her attention to something else.

A young couple had emerged from the elevator a while back, then entered one of the apartments. So when she heard the elevator doors opening up again, she half expected it just to be someone else, some random people, while her other half prayed for it to be him. Craved for it.

"Chere?"

"Hey" she greeted, quickly getting on her feet.

"What y' doin' here?" he smirked at her, getting closer. She felt all light and heavy at the same time when having him in front of her again, in his trench coat, jeans and henley t-shirt. She loved his confidence, his smell, how tall he was, those magnetic eyes of him, and God bless his scruffy stubble and scruffy everything else.

"Ah lost my phone and couldn't call yah" she said, holding on to her bag. "Is this a bad time?"

"Non, never a bad time for y'! I was just comin' home for a sec and then go out again, but a visit from y' enough t' change anyone's plans, y' know dat?"

Her insides became something melted and hot at the sound of his raspy voice. Always a sweet talker, always charming her ears and adding fuel to the flames.

She only smiled, so he kept talking:

"If y' want we can…"

And then he couldn't talk no more, when she jumped on him and pressed her lips against his, her legs wrapped around him.

Remy didn't lose his balance, holding her by her left thigh and kissing her as well. Maybe this shouldn't be much of a surprise, but in a way, it always was. However, right then he didn't feel much like analyzing the facts or wondering stuff. It was only the two of them and the heat that engulfed them into the desire of ripping their clothes off as soon as possible.

With his free hand, he searched for the keys in his pockets.

"Lookin' for this?" she showed him the keys she already had in her hand.

"Y' got talent for stealin', Cherie" he took them and went to open the door: "Remy'd say y're a natural".

"Yah can show me your talents too" she whispered, lightly brushing his ear with her lips as she pronounced the words. A shiver ran down his spine like an electric discharge.

The lock finally gave in so he pushed the door open:

"Bien sur, but only 'cause y' ask me nice".

They entered and he kicked the door closed, as the keys went to fall on the floor with a clatter.

(…)

The sheets of his bed always smelled so good; she could feel their softness on the left side of her face, while she let go off the portion of the mattress, she had been holding on to with her right hand. The warmth of his breath close to her ear, his body still pressed against her… and her own breathing still going fast as well; it would take few minutes for it to reach its regular pace.

However, she wouldn't wait for it.

Remy saw her crawling forwards, looking for something among the messy bedcover and sheets.

"Y' in a hurry, chere?" he asked, propping himself of on an elbow.

After some more rummaging, she finally found her panties, which she slid on quickly.

"Yeah, kind of".

Her bra was on the nightstand, in a pile along with his t-shirt, some scattered poker cards and an empty package of condoms.

"Y' got anythin' to do?"

"In fact, yeah".

"At four a.m.?"

"Ah gotta get up early, Sugah, would yah please fix the strap there? Tighten it up a bit?"
She sat back on the bed with her back to him, bringing her auburn hair to a side, over her shoulder, so he could have easy access to the troublesome strap. He sat up and did as she asked, more focused in how beautifully perfect her back, neck and shoulders were, than on the task at hand.

"'Kay like this?"

She straightened up and fixed the front of the bra a little: "Yeah, that's good, thanks."

Seconds later, her jeans were also in place. Then, she bent over to put her shoes on.

"I can give y' a ride. 'S a little late, don't y' think?" he suggested, then watched her walk around, searching through.

"It's okay."

Not on the floor, on the bed or tangled somewhere, so where was it?"

"Lookin' for this?" he was the one to say this time, handing her the gray top.

"Thanks" she smiled cheekily.

He lied back on the bed, hands underneath his neck, to witness what was left of her getting dressed process: the top, the leather jacket, the knitted scarf and then, her bag over her shoulder. Then, she took a glimpse at herself on the mirror, in a not very successful attempt at combing her hair with her fingers.

Then, she turned around to face one more time the naked Cajun lying there:

"Ah know the way out, so-"

"Y' sure y' don't want a ride? My bike's in the parkin' lot, I can..."

"Ah'm sure. Bye."

"Alright" he nodded: "See y'."

He heard her steps in the hallway, then in the living room, next the door being opened and closed.

And she was gone. Again.

Remy lied there for another while, still staring at the door frame she had just disappeared through. He exhaled some air and went to pick up a cigarette from one of the drawers. He let out a skeptic chuckle before lighting it up.

Note: Hello! All right, first of all, I must say that there's no particular reason why this new fic also starts with sex, just like my previous one XD It's just a coincidence. I just had the idea for this story on my mind and well, it had to start this way. Also, this kind of scenes, I don't plan to make them too explicit, because, well, I don't want to; and I want to keep this rated T, so let your imagination fly with that, hehe. And this might be another one of my weird fics, but I pledge alliance to the motto of this website: "Unleash your imagination". So I think, maybe I'm a bit embarrassed of this type of fics, but then again, maybe it's my mind I should be embarrassed of, 'cause it comes from there XD However, I have fun with it, so let's just let it flow. Thanks for reading and remember to review!