Knocking at Your Door

Chapter 13

By Kanshisha Tenshi

Rogue frowned. She'd avoided Remy the rest of the day after school. She'd ridden home with Kitty sitting between he and she so she could further avoid him, and sat puzzling what he'd said.

Her French was exactly perfect, but didn't 'je t'aime' mean 'I love you'?

That couldn't be. Sure, they were close and all, and she did have some feelings for him—though she'd be damned if she let him know that—love was a bit too strong of a word for what they had at the moment. Wasn't it?

She fell back on her bed with a groan. Stupid, complicated Remy had just screwed things up again. She needed him to go follow someone else around school the next day. She couldn't handle being so close to him while sorting things out.

But what was there to sort out, really? She'd never been in love before, so how did she know this wasn't the real thing? Sure, she'd had her crush on Scott—but that had been nothing compared to this. This—well, this felt wonderful to Rogue. Is this love that Ah'm feelin'? Oh, dammit.

She stood back up and marched out of her room. It was well past two in the morning anyway; all possibilities of a good night's rest had flown out the window somewhere around one a.m. Not even warm milk or George W. Bush's speeches could have put her to sleep. So, she went down and watched one of said speeches anyway.

Remy found her practically passed out in the living room, CNN news turned on and Bush domineering the screen (A/N: I'm not anti-Bush; I love guys that look like monkeys. J/k. Don't own Bush or CNN…not that I would want to). Even stretched to her limits Rogue wasn't long enough to cover the entire couch, so he decided to fill up the extra space with himself and use himself as a pillow for any part of her that happened to overlap.

He had not been able to sleep and had come down to watch something equally as boring as the Bush speeches: White Noise (don't own it, don't like it). Rogue hadn't responded well to his little confession earlier that day—no, make that yesterday. In fact, she hadn't responded at all from what he could see. She'd spent the rest of the day being silent and irritable—the former being a rarity for her, the latter more normal. He'd expected her to be angry, sad, overcome with joy, turned on—but there was nothing. No clenched fist, tears, smiles, or leers—nothing.

He sighed, and at that she woke up and promptly fell off the couch.

"Chére!"

"Ah'm okay. Well, Ah was when Ah was still sleepin. What'd ya have t' go an' do that for, Cajun?"

"Do what, Roguie? Love y'? Watch yo' beautiful face when y'slept? Hold y'? Sigh?"

"Yeah, that," she grumbled.

"Which 'dat' would dat be?"

"Ah dunno. Just stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Cajun…" she growled.

"Non, seriously. What do y'want me t'stop?" He looked into her eyes. "Do y'not want me t'love ya, ma fille?"

"No…"

"No wh—"

"No Ah don't want ya t' stop lovin' me," she said irritably, punching his kneecap. "An' while Ah'm at it, no mo' questions, 'kay?"

"Oui."

"Look, Cajun," she started, running a hand nervously through her hair, "Ah'm so confused over the whole thin'. Ah mean, this is worse'n when we got caught with our pants down in front'a the Professah—no commentin' from the peanut gallery; Ah ain't through. Remy, Ah've been thinkin' 'bout this—us—all day an' Ah've realized somethin'."

He sighed, swallowed, wiped some sweat from his brow, crossed his fingers, bit his lip, and closed his eyes.

"Ah realized that Ah want this. Ah want us. Ya make meh feel like no othah guy has—not sayin' much, Ah know, but pretty dang special t'me, ya know? Ah like how we are t'gether. Ah don't want that t'stop."

His eyes flew open. "Rogue--?

"Yeah."

"Den will y'--?"

"Yeah, Remy, Ah'll ma—" She couldn't finish her sentence, because as soon as she agreed his lips practically smothered hers. She melted into his kiss. He pulled away.

"I t'ink, t' be safe dough, we ought t' wait 'til ya graduate, Rogue."

"Yeah."

"Remy'd hate fo' you t' drop out 'cause o' de bébe."

"Baby? What—" she froze at the look he gave her, then smacked him playfully.

"Swamp rat."

"River rat."

"Ah love ya."

"I know."

The end.

Author's Notes: Okay, so not the greatest ending of all time but I felt like it needed to end somehow. It's been so long since I've updated any of my stories and I felt like this one was a little closer to being done than AoH2 or BU. So, review as always my lovelies. One more year until I graduate!