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Chapter One

"Hi, and welcome to the Phoenix. How many?" The hostess asked with a cheerful smile.

"Ah'm actually meeting with Jean tonight." the young woman said returning her smile.

"Oh right... Rogue. Just follow me and I'll let Jean know that you're waiting."

She didn't expect the hostess to remember her from 4 nights ago, considering how well Jean's restaurant is doing.

"Thank ya..." Rogue paused as she looked at the girls name tag, "Jubilee." She laughed at herself for forgetting a name so unusual.

As Jubilee went to inform the owner, Rogue sat herself so that she would be facing the people. She always liked to people watch, and try to read their lips and conversations. Plus she never really liked having her back to a crowd; it made her tense. Rogue brought up her left wrist and checked her watch to make sure she wasn't too early. Just on time. She loved being just on time.

She lowered her wrist and looked up to see the ravishing red head approaching. Jean was in her element; being around people in a very successful place... Her successful place. On her way over she briefly stopped at a table to ask if everything was alright, and from what Rogue could tell the customers were pleased. Jean saw Rogue and smiled as she got closer the booth.

"Hey girl!" Jean bellowed with a bright smile as she sat down, "How are you doing? How's business? How's Remy?"

"You act like we haven't talked in months!" Rogue laughed.

"Well... days, months... what's the difference?" She asked while she gestured to a waiter to bring drinks. "A lot can happen in 3 days you know."

"True..." Rogue responded with a slightly concerned look on her face.

"What? You and Remy didn't call off the engagement?" Jean said with genuine distress in her voice.

"Of course not! And if that happened, don't you think Scott would have mentioned something like that to you? Ah mean, they do work together." Rogue laughed lightly at her friends unnecessary concern.

"I don't know... Men are weird about that kind of stuff." Jean replied, looking distracted with the waiter on his way with the drinks. The drinks were a bright blue with an umbrella and an orange twist. Jean smiled and thanked the handsome young waiter and sipped her indigo beverage. She then pried Rogue for information with her blue eyes, (which her drink accented very well.) Rogue noticed her look of; "then go on... tell me everything."

"Ah think Ah'm makin' it a bigger deal than it is..." Rogue started as she looked down at her nearly radiating glass of alcohol, "Ah'm a little worried about Ororo... that's all."

"Why? What's going on?" Jean asked attentively. Jean and Ororo have been friends for over 5 years, and was worried to hear that something could be troubling her.

"Ah didn't mean to worry ya, Jean," Rogue reassured her comrade, "She's just been acting very distracted. Almost distant from the Club and me..." Ororo and Rogue each own half of the new and elite, Club X, which just opened about 5 months ago and has been packed just about every night since.

"You think she's getting bored with the club?" Jean asked with pure curiosity of her friends possible drama.

"Ah don't know... maybe." Rogue responded, "I wish she would just talk to me and tell me what's goin on with her." She then took a drink from her cocktail and found that it calmed her nerves.

"What the hell is this? Kool-aid?" Rogue laughed.

"No, actually." Jean responded, "It's called a Sapphire Dazzler... It's basically a Blue Monday Cocktail with a hint of Lemon and an Orange twist." She finished by taking a another sip. "It's good though, huh?" Rogue nodded in agreement.

"My new bartender, Alison came up with it." Jean went on, "You know... I should just give Ororo a call later tonight or tomorrow to see how she's doing."

"That'd be good... but don't mention that I said anything to you, especially if you think she doesn't want to talk about it..." Rogue said with a weak smile.

"So it's settled. I'll get the juicy gossip out of her one way or another." Jean smiled a very phony evil grin, which Rogue returned along with an over exaggerated creepy laugh. Then the two lovely women laughed at themselves and their somewhat immature and devious manner.

"Oh! I almost forgot" Jean blurted and Rogue nearly jumped at the sudden outburst. "I told Scott to meet us here and to make Remy come with him."

"Oh good, I'll actually get to see my fiancé!" Rogue smiled and was genuinely happy about seeing her love. "He's been so busy with the St.Croix case the past week, Ah barely get to see him anymore."

"Oh that's right, he's defending the guy that everyone thinks killed that young model... what's her name?" Jean tapped her glass trying to remember.
"Monet." Rogue reminded her.

"Yes! Monet St. Croix. Poor girl... she was so young and beautiful. What a waste of talent. How old was she?" Jean commented.

"Only 21." Rogue reminder her again.

"21." Jean replied in awe. "Could you imagine getting the call that your 21 year old daughter has been killed. It must be awful."

"Ah can't imagine it either. Ah envy people with that kind of strength and endurance to go on after such a tragedy."

"What tragedy?" Asked a man's voice coming from the side of the booth.

"Scott, finally." teased Jean, "We were just talking about the St. Croix daughter being killed, and how sad it is that she was young."

"It is sad." Scott said as he bent to give his wife a kiss on the cheek, which Jean accepted whole heartedly. "I couldn't imagine being her father."

"Where's Remy?" Jean asked as she looked around the restaurant.

"He got a call..." Scott paused as he took a sip of his wife's drink, "he's outside and told me to tell you girls, 'I'll be there in a minute, and Rogue please don't go and marry some other handsome and charmin' young man!', Funny how he thinks he's charming." Scott laughed.

"Funny how he thinks he's young!" Rogue laughed.

"I heard dat!" Remy said with defense as he came closer to the booth where his party was awaiting his arrival.

"Remy! Ah- Ah didn't see you there!" Rogue was obviously teasing and had said it just loud enough for the lawyer to hear. Remy took Rogue's right hand and pulled her till she stood. He admired her openly and drew plenty of attention to the couple, trying to purposely embarrass her.

"Whoa momma! Look at you! You sexy thang!" He bellowed and smiled to see her blush.

"Shut up, Remy!" Rogue whispered as she lightly slapped his shoulder. "After all, you're too old to be actin like that!" She responded as she gave him a playful grin.

"Haha, very funny." Remy replied sarcastically and then gave his lovely lady a peck on the lips, "How's your day goin', Chere?"

"Pretty good... how 'bout you, handsome?" Rogue asked nudging his shoulder with her own.

"Busy. Very very busy... but good." He smiled as he replied. "I think we've found evidence to prove Sam Guthrie is innocent... but I'd rather not talk about work tonight." He finished quickly as he saw the waiter approaching.

"Are the drinks alright ladies?" He asked and was informed that they were 'very good' and delicious. "Great. Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?"

"Hmm... I'll just have whiskey." Scott replied.

"Go ahead and make that two." Remy added with a smile.

"Alright, I'll be back with two whiskies." The waiter responded then turned for the bar.

The couples then talked for another hour and half. They discussed how Jean's restaurant was doing and Rogue's Club, Scott and Remy's cases, and some other small talk. After 6 Sapphire Dazzlers and 4 whiskies between them, they all agreed to head for home. It was a little after 9:30 and the streets were slick and the air was damp. They came to the entrance and as the door swung open they could feel a cool breeze.

"Oh shit, I forgot my jacket." Jean said as she started back for the door.

"Sweetie!" Scott called to Jean while holding her jacket up in his right hand.

"Oh, what would I do if I didn't have you, my love." She replied as Scott assisted her with her coat.

"You would freeze to death, I suppose..." Scott smiled and kissed his wife's forehead.

"Thanks hun." Jean said as he did so, "Rogue. Remy. Don't forget to call and come by some times... I mean... I barely see you guys anymore."

"Jean," Rogue started, "you're drunk, we all got together 2 nights ago."

"Actually, it was 3 nights ago, chere," Remy piped in, "and you're drunk too."

"Oh yeah." Rogue replied simply. "Well, don't worry, I'm gonna give you a call, Jean. To see if you got to talk to Ororo..."

"Oh, I'll definitely talk to her." Jean assured her, "Well, we should really all get home. We'll see each other soon?"

"Of course!" Rogue answered as she hugged her friend.

"Nice seein' ya again, Jean." Remy started, "thanks for invitin' me." He finished by giving her hand a suave kiss. A long jumble of "Bye-byes" occurred thus ending their get-together.

The couples parted and headed for their cars. Jean's silver BMW was parked near the rear of the building, which Scott hated. He says "It's too dangerous for her to park there, and the front is much better lit." Jean usually does parks in the front, but today she had a box of supplies for the restaurant and the back door is closer to the storage room.

"I'll drive." Scott said flatly as he held out his hand.

"Good... I'm too... tired." Jean smiled as she handed him the keys.

"You mean too intoxicated." Scott reminded her of the word he knew she forgot, thanks to the 3 Cocktails she downed.

"Right... intoxicated." Jean said low, sounding out the word very carefully making sure she would say it correctly. Scott unlocked the car and held the door for his wife, which he knew she loved.

"Why thank you kind sir." Exclaimed the red head with a large smile and an exaggerated English accent.

"You're quite welcome, my lady." Scott replied with the same faux voice and returned her smile.

Remy led Rogue to his Black Mercedes that was parked about a block away from the restaurant. They settled themselves in the luxurious vehicle and fastened their seat belts. After the car was started, Remy leaned over to Rogue and gave her fiery kiss which she was more than happy to accept.

"Sorry, but I've been waitin' all night to do that." He looked in her emerald eyes as he pleaded his case.

"Ah know what ya mean... we haven't been seeing a lot of each other lately..." Rogue replied.

"Yeah... I'm sorry 'bout dat, we've both been really busy though." Remy said with a weak smile as he looked in his lovers green eyes. "But we've got the rest o' tonight to be with each other, and have some... quality time."

A sly grin came across his face and nothing else needed to be said for Rogue to know what he was talking about. She has in fact been thinking about it for a good 3 days now. Now it was all she could think about, the drive home seemed to be eternity, but actually only lasted 10 minutes or so. They got into the apartment building, and walked towards the elevator. Remy pushed the "UP" but a couple of times, but that didn't make it come down any faster. Finally the bell rang and the doors opened.

"After you, chere." Remy smiled and put out an arm gesturing her to go ahead.

"Such a gentleman." Rogue replied giving him a grin as she passed, and her lover followed.

She pushed the circled button that said "20th" and waited impatiently for the doors to close. The ride up was agony for the both of them, but eventually they arrived at their destination. They stepped off the elevator and turned right, heading for the door that read "Penthouse 4." The minute they were inside and the door was shut and locked, Remy grabbed Rogue and kissed her passionately. She pulled him as close as she could get him, returning everything she was receiving with great energy. Remy pulled away, but stayed close, and looked into his lovers eyes for several moments.

"I've missed this... I've missed you." Remy said softly, breaking the silence and the gaze as he hugged her tight.

"Me too, Remy." Replied Rogue with a smile, "Me too."

They made love that night like they haven't made love in years. It was slow and passionate, full of love and respect for one another. Not to mention very satisfying to their much drawn out needs. They slept close together the whole night, making sure they were always touching.

Jean's arms were wrapped around Scott's neck, they swayed together to the jazz music that they could faintly hear from down on the street. Jean insisted on dancing because they haven't done it what seemed so long. Not that Scott minded... he loved being with his wife, and being so close to her. They were very quiet, listening very closely to the far-away melody. The music stopped and they heard some clapping, and Jean lifted her head from his chest and looked in his eyes. He smiled and she smiled back. They could see the love in each others eyes. Finally Scott broke the silence with a soft moan.

"It's good to be home after a long day." He said quietly.

"Yes it is..." Jean started and gave him a light kiss, "and it's nice to be with the people you love."

"And people who love you." He replied as he nodded his head gently.

"Scott?" Jean started, he answered by raising his eyebrows to show he was listening, "Make love to me."

There was only a short pause before he brought his hand to her face and kissed her deeply. She responded very quickly and wrapped her arms tightly around his body and neck. Still kissing, Jean led him towards the nearest wall to balance herself. He pressed up against her, forcing her completely against the wall. He pulled her right leg up and around his waist. He wanted her so badly and she new it. Jean started to undo his crimson tie and then threw it to the side. She then started to unbutton his white shirt, one by one, never breaking their kiss. She finally got to the last one and then pushed the hindering shirt off his broad shoulders and down his arms.

He couldn't take it anymore; he needed to feel her soft skin against his body. He didn't bother unbuttoning her scarlet red top, he just pulled it apart. Neither of the two cared about the few buttons that popped off and fell to the floor. Her breasts were still covered by her lacy cherry colored bra. Scott hand found her left breast very quickly, squeezing gently. Jean moaned with pleasure as her husband did this and then started to kiss her neck.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He set her down gently, and leaned in to kiss her again. She pulled him down to her, she wanted to feel his weight on top of her. She could feel that she was more than ready to have him inside her, she could also feel that Scott was more than ready too. She undid his belt, then his button, and finally his zipper. Scott removed his black pants, then went to unzip the back of Jean's cream colored skirt. Soon they both very much naked and ready to make love.

Jean rolled Scott over and straddled him, still kissing very passionately. She slowly guided him into her, getting him as deep as she stand it. She gyrated her hips in a circular motion, while at the same time moving slowly up and down. This last several minutes, until Scott couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled her over, kissed her deeply, then started to move inside her in a faster motion. She told him to go faster as they got closer, and he was more than happy to. Several more minutes went by, until finally they both succumbed to the pleasure of one another. They told each other how much they loved one another, said good night, and fell asleep in each others arms.

Well, that's the end of chapter one! Next chapter will have Ororo/Logan, and Jubilee/Bobby. If you have any thoughts in what you'd like to see (certain characters?), review and tell me what you're thinking'! Next chapter will have some scenes involving the murder of Monet St. Croix... and possibly another victim........ Thanks for reading and there's plenty more to come!