I told I would deliver shortly, I always keep my word. BizarreLemon: I just couldn't resist leaving that cliffhanger, sorry. Warrior Zoe: Sorry, you'd think as much as I hate it when other people leave cliffhangers that I wouldn't do it but anyways. Mystique is always up to something, isn't she? Chica: I couldn't agree more. Sara: If you were Belle, wouldn't you be pissed? Tammy: I like it when things are going well for them.

Marvel's, not mine.

Chapter 27

Rogue laughed as Remy deposited her none too gently on his bed and started to rain down kisses on her. He pulled off his shirt and threw it aside as he tried to pick up where he left off. She pushed him back gently and pulled the silk blouse Mercy had given her over her head, not trusting Remy to do it without tearing the fine fabric and pulled his face down to hers for another searing kiss. While she was occupied with the kiss, Remy was able to rid her of the rest of her clothing in record time, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

Rogue smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek. "So ya did miss me then?" She leaned up to place her lips on his, softly at first but it quickly became more heated. They moved further up onto the bed, their hands roaming the lengths of each other's bodies but lips never parted.

Remy's lips moved down further to her neck and down to her chest as he removed the lacy bra and it landed somewhere across the room. Closing his mouth over one pink nipple, his tongue darted out to flicker at it before drawing it into his mouth and scraping it lightly with his teeth. Rogue gasped and arched her body as she moaned his name as he repeated this action a few times before doing the same to her other breast. Her fingers threaded into his hair as he moved down to kiss the soft underside of her breasts before kissing his way down to her belly.

Another moan escaped Rogue's throat as Remy kissed his way lower on her body, nearing the juncture between her thighs. She grabbed his arms, pulled him up until she could look into his eyes and then firmly pressed her lips to his. She reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing and grasping his erect member with her hand.

"Ya tryin' ta kill me, girl?" he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder.

Rogue smiled as her hand worked up and down.

"Ya came all de way ta Morocco to become a widow," his coherrant thoughts ceased as she swirled her thumb around the tip of his member.

"Just givin' you a taste of yer own medicine, shugah."

"Don't get me wrong," he groaned, breathlessly. "I ain't complainin'. I jus' ain' gonna stan' fer much more o' this."

"Just what are you plannin' ta do?"

"Dis."

Remy grabbed both her wrist and pinned both of them at her sides. He slid down her body until he came once again to the juncture between her thighs. He started at the crease of her thigh where it met her body. He kissed the inside of her thigh, sucking and licking until she was moaning and arching beneath him; then he set to work on the opposite one. She was gasping and making soft mewling sounds by the time he released her wrists to pull her thighs wider apart. He pressed his tongue against that bundle of nerves that was aching for him and she let out a low moan as he began to eagerly lap at the moisture there. He licked, sucked, nipped and made love to her with his mouth, bringing her to the very edge and then stopping to look up at her flustered state.

"Oh Remy, don't stop, please," Rogue panted.

"Non?" Remy asked as he continued to torment her by kissing and stroking just enough to bring her to the edge and stopping.

When she realized this, she wriggled out from beneath him and sat up pushing him back against the pillows and moved to straddle him, quite literally turning the tables on him. Remy smirked and guided her hips as he slid inside of her and she began to ride him with slow, even strokes. He closed his eyes, feeling the delicious pressure of her hands on his chest while she held herself up on him. He lifted his hips to meet hers and listened to her sighs and soft whimpers. She was moving at an excruciatingly slow pace and as much as he reveled in it, he thought he would die if she didn't go faster. He pulled her hips against his to try and urge her to go faster.

"Uh-uh, shugah," Rogue was thoroughly enjoying torturing Remy with her slow movements. "Its mah turn now."

Suddenly she was flat on her back again, while Remy took her with a hard and fast pace, thrusting deep inside of her. She gasped his name as she felt the warm tension quickly building in her lower belly. She wrapped her arms tightly around him; her hands tangling in his now sweat dampened hair and moaned in time with his thrusts into her.

"Oh! Oh, Remy . . . !" She lost the ability to form words and thoughts as her orgasm overtook her, making her cry out again and again as Remy continued to thrust inside of her. A moment later, while she was still lost in the ecstasy of her own climax, Remy joined her, shouting her name and spilling his hot seed into her.

They lay there recovering for a short while, taking deep breaths and trying to regain their wits. Remy withdrew from her and rolled his weight off of her, bringing her to his side. They couldn't speak, for neither had any words so they just lay together in silence and Remy pulled a blanket over both of them as they let a wonderfully delicious sleep take over them.

A few hours later, Remy awoke in the darkened room, lit only by the silvery moonlight that flooded through the open blinds and he looked down at the warm body curled against him. It hadn't been a dream; she was really there and she was finally his. He gently picked up her left hand that was balled up at her throat and stroked it, marveling at the softness of her skin. His finger went over the matching gold band she wore and he brought her palm to his lips. It had occurred to him that they had not used any protection and he marveled that this woman could make him forget about it; he was usually very careful about that sort of thing and the only woman he had ever been with, with out using a condom was Belle and she was on the pill. He smiled at the sudden thought of Rogue, ripe with his child, the thought that he could have staked his claim in the most primitive way and his hand went to stroke her belly unconsciously. He pulled her closer to him, deciding to let her sleep and they would discuss children at another date.

"Ah love you," Rogue whispered softly, her eyes still closed.

"I love you too," he whispered as he closed his eyes and let sleep take him again.

(Finished! But don't worry, I said I would continue this story in a trilogy. It will try to post it as soon as I can. In the meantime, review, let me know what you think about it and what I should cover in the next installment.)