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Chapter 9
Murphy's Law… Cajun Stylz!
It's taken six long, difficult months but finally, the Ragin' Cajun is taking his amour on an official date. The sense of pride at his accomplishment was slightly overwhelming and so he allowed himself to grin like a buffoon in the privacy of his room as he readied himself for the night of his life.
Bang, bang, bang!
Glancing at his watch, he wondered if Rogue finished early and was tired of waiting for him. Maybe she figured they could get in some... quality time before the date. He grinned at the prospect of undressing his delectable southern belle and wondered if he could charm her in staying here for the night.
Sexy smirk in place, he opened the door and casually leaned on the doorway preparing himself to rake his eyes over his belle femme, hoping that his impending hard on will give her the idea that he could make their night more profitable by staying... in his room... alone.
Starting at her feet he noted bare feet (what big feet Chére has), hairy calves (what big legs she has!), cargo shorts (wait, there isn't supposed to be a bulk there!)
"Ahem!" Ruby on onyx eyes snapped up to ruby quartz and instantly the Cajun felt queasy at realisation that he had in fact raked his eyes over the X-Men's valiant leader.
"Quoi?" he barely squawked out the question as a wave of nausea hit him.
"Some of us want to have a little talk with you before your date with Rogue."
Puzzled look. "Okay homme lead the way." Replied the unsuspecting Cajun.
20 minutes later
"Logan! Get Ya Claws Off Mah Man!"
"Dieu Mercie!" With that said Remy fell at her feet kissing the ground she walked on.
She knew exactly the kind of torment he had undergone, as she had drained one of her past dates dry when he became a little too frisky with his slimy hands, and when she saw what Logan promised him she decide that she'd slip to Logan what he had tried.
Grabbing his hand she glared at the boys; Logan, Scott, Kurt and even Jamie had took it upon themselves to check out her dates, to make sure they were trustworthy with their Rogue. Of course none of them were so they took it upon themselves to spy on her during her dates.
This time however she didn't want anyone spying on her date with Remy tonight so she managed to get some external help to occupy their minds. Convincing Remy earlier to lend her one of his credit cards, she took Jean and Amanda shopping in Victoria Secret, which took care of her two older 'brothers'. Jamie, her younger 'sibling' received a suspicious package, which upon opening it revealed a WII. Logan was a little harder to occupy, so she tracked down Sabertooth and gave him the mental urge to attack the mansion in 3... 2... 1...
Ding Dong
ROAR!
Grin... 'I'm so smart I shock myself!' thought the quite pleased Rogue.
Spinning around to face her confused Cajun, she contemplated how she was going to get this evening back where she wanted it to be.
Without a moment to process the action, her Swamp Rat smashed his succulent lips against her own mint flavoured lips. Gaining access without really asking, his tongued explored her mouth hungrily, like a parched man tasting his first drops of water.
Moaning at the sensations produced by his nimble fingers on her sensitively invincible skin she wondered where on earth he learned to do that thing with his tongue that he was doing to her at this moment and whether if that was the only part of her anatomy he could perform that on.
When his hand groped her ass and he tried to lift her upon himself, she was stirred back to reality. Mourning her loss of the blissful nothingness Remy just drove her too, she was sobered by her intentions for this evening and as such she pulled away from the Cajun.
Dazed eyes, swollen lips (currently forming an adorably cute pout) and panting from exertion, lust and maybe just to drive her horny he stared at her for a minute and then dove for her neck, giving her the chance to speak (if she was even capable of coherent thought) but allowing him to have some guilty pleasure with her in the meantime.
"Remy?" She practically moaned when his tongue dipped into the hollow of her neck.
"Mm?" Was all he could muster, enjoying her reaction as his teeth grazed a soft spot.
"Ah forgot..." Moaning as his hands did blissful things to her tender breasts, she was once again brought out of her trance when he began sliding the straps of her dress off her otherwise bear shoulder.
"Rems, we gotta get goin... Ah don't think we'll ever have a moment's peace between us on any other date so let's go." She untangled herself from him as he growled in frustration, pouted and puppy-dog eyed her to let him treat her like the goddess she really is.
Ignoring her Cajun man's pleads, she pulled him out of the room, briefly wondering if it was the stilettos that turned him into that ravenous creature she had just encountered. She decided that a trip to the mall with Kitty was vital.
Dinner
Rogue was pleased, she was in the hottest Jazz Club in Town, with the sexiest mutant ever to walk this earth and said mutant only had eyes for her tonight, ignoring all the belle femmes drooling over him. Pleased wasn't the right word... ecstatic had a nicer ring to it.
This did not make what she had to say to him any easier though. In fact as the gravity of the situation began to sink in, her good mood slowly, but surely, soured.
Picking up on her rapidly diminishing mood he offered her, his hand to the dance floor, and thinking this was his way of copping a feel, she accepted, feeling that she owed him this much.
Much to her surprise however he did not once touch her inappropriately during the entire dance. Proving to be the gentleman he could be, he leaned down slightly so that he could whisper into her ear private, yet G Rated French phrases.
She was so overwhelmed at his thoughtfulness she felt even more guilty for what she was about to do to him.
"Remy?" she asked tentatively, hating herself for breaking this moment.
"Mm Cheri?" Was his huskily reply and all she wanted to do was melt right then and there, gooey mess be damned!
She had no problems letting her man moulder her back into form, slowly, firmly... shudders. Stop with the wondering thoughts!
"Let's go for a walk huh?" She softly asked, hopimg he wouldn't hear her.
"Sure Chere." He answered unaware of her intentions.
A Walk To Remember
"Remy, we need to talk."
No other phrase induced the kind of fear in a man as that statement. Of this Remy was sure, but he reviewed his options and decided to take the most effective stance; ignorance. He knew nothing.
"What's up Chere?"
"Well Remy its kinda hard to tell you this... These past few months have been amazing..."
'I thought so too'
"-but there's something I've failed to tell you before..."
'Dieu she's married!'
"And I'm afraid that you may think I've been leading you on..."
'Worse! She's having Wolverine's bastard child!'
"- But I swear I didn't mean to..."
'Merde I'm a dead Cajun... Cajun fillet... Cajun Kebob, Cajun on a stick... '
"- It's just sometimes we go at it..."
Grin... day dreams
"- And it's hard keepin' track of anything once your hands start roaming..."
'Dieu! Gotta love'em curves!'
"- And your tongue starts exploring..."
'D'girl juss tastes like sex all the time'
"- And the Oh God! You bite the right spot!"
'M'know that p'tite, no girl your age should be able to makes noises like that otherwise'
"- And that thing with the tongue and the thing..."
shudders 'Merde! Is she trying to give me a hard on so my epithah can read
Here lies a Cajun scorned,
His last act,
A full fledge Hard On.
None but women left to mourn,
The Ragin' Cajun was now gone.
Prick not once was he called,
Never had he ever stalled."
"Anyway what I'm tying to say Rems... Rems? ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT I'M SAYING SWAMP RAT!"
"Quoi? Yes! Yes I am Roguey!"
"What did I say then?"
"... you didn't reach the part you wanted to reach yet."
"Grr. You're lucky I like that cute ass of yours."
"Dat all you see in Remy don't ya? M' a piece of meat to ya!"
"Remy? I'm pregnant."
"QUOI?!"
"See I've got ya attention now!"
'Rogue you nearly gave me a heart attack, we never even had sex before!"
"Actually Rems that what I wanted to talk to you about. Ah'm a Virgin."
"Well dat ain't no big secret to Remy, Chere, Remy kinda figured that on his own..."
"Thaz not jus' it Remy, I plan on staying a Virgin until my wedding night."
"..."
"Remy?"
"..."
"Dang! Ah knew he'd pass out."
THE END
And that my dear readers, concludes my first fic! Yay me! Wat u guys think? Good? Bad? Ugly? Sorry it short, I plan on a sequel, cuz i didn't like where this was going (ie no where) so I decided that this Rogue Chastity thing may be a good idea to play wit? Feedback helps! Oh don't say anything bout my spellin cuz i get me laptop n i didnt change my dictionary in word to UK (which is what we use here).
The Cajun on a stick reference was form Jeff Dunham on HBO comedy something, god i love him, he's funny! I love peanut!
Oh btw im comin out with my third instalment in my twisted holidayz relm, look out for My Sappy Valentine. Go r&r my holiday fics, I like them, so u may too lol...
So until we meet again for my Romance/Comedy Chastity (? Any other ideas for a title?)... Adieu!
Kudos
Delphine