Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing, nothing, and nothing. All characters are borrowed temporarily from Marvel. Gotta love that Marvel.
Dedicated to my beta reader RACHEL!(who, ironically,has neverseen Evo so had no idea what she was reading)And to Eileen Blazer who read it for me, too...but most of all, to thriller...whose fics I absolutely love...and she inspired me to try my hand at writing a more mature fic. So...go easy on me, eh? This is my first time doing a love scene.
The atmosphere in the posh restaurant was tense. The two main contributors were in a stare off of sorts. Neither wanted to give in and neither was amenable enough to speak first. The waiter took care of that by coming to take drink orders.
The woman ordered a martini and the man a scotch. When the waiter left Rogue finally gave in to the urge to speak. "What do you want me to say, Warren?"
The man leaned forward and stared at the woman intently. "Tell me yes. Come with me to England, Rogue! Leave this life behind before it destroys you." Warren urged her with a plea in his eyes.
"Destroys me? Warren, Ah have been with the X Men for five years. It ain't destroyed me yet."
Warren leaned back into his chair and took a gulp of the scotch the waiter put before him, waving him off before the man could take their food orders. "I'm not talking about that and you know it." Rogue stared obstinately at him, then looked down to peruse her menu. "Rogue-..."
"Ah don't want about it."
"He doesn't even see you, Rogue! Day in and day out you pine for him, and night in and night out he leaves to find female companionship elsewhere. Remy doesn't give a shit about you. He doesn't see you!"
Rogue slammed her menu down. "And you do? Do you see me, Warren!"
"I love you. I've loved you since the night I carried you in my arms through the New York skyline. I would do anything for you. It kills me to see you hurting," Warren pleaded, the sincerity in his voice sparking glances from the tables around them.
"It kills me too. To think of leaving. Xavier's is my home."
"I'll make you a new home."
"They need me."
"No, they don't. The X Men have so many new recruits that they only use you in a teaching capacity now. They don't need you in that way."
Rogue looked down and when she looked up there were tears in her eyes. "Ah need them. Ah need the routine that I have with them. What will Ah do without it?"
Warren felt his heart breaking at her tears but knew that it was too late to stop. "You'll make a new one. What kind of routine is your life, Rogue? During the day, you teach. During the night, you lust for a man you can never have."
Rogue laughed, and it was bitter. "And you? You lust for me when you can't have me."
Warren smiled and looked just as bitter as she sounded. "I don't care, but you know it's not true. Professor Xavier has said many times that if you wanted you could control your powers. There is nothing physical about it. It's all in your mind."
"Then why can't Ah! Ah try and Ah try and it never stops!" Rogue said loudly, finally allowing her tears to fall. Her emerald eyes shone with the light of them and in that moment Warren knew that he would do anything for her.
"It's the place, Rogue. You are so complacent in this place that you can't stop. Come to England with me. Help me set up the new school. While we're there I'll get the best doctors and people to help."
"Is that it, Warren? You want me to go with you so that eventually you'll be able to have my body?" Rogue asked quietly. "You want me?" Rogue pulled her blouse apart a little and flashed her upper breasts to the winged mutant in front of her. "You want to possess me?"
Warren looked away in anger. "That's not it, and you damn well know it. I love you. I love you like no person has ever loved you. If you stay, I don't know if I'll be able to live without you. You're the reason I joined the X Men. So I could be near you."
Rogue sighed. "And my feelings? What about them?"
"They are what they are. I'm tired of arguing with you. I won't wait for you forever, Rogue," Warren said quietly, before gesturing for the waiter to return and take their order.
Rogue sat there quietly while he ordered for them and watched as he finished off his scotch. "Do you know...that when Gambit first came to Institute...Ah waited for days for him to approach me? Ah was sure that he would and Ah was all fired up to turn him down on any offer he made. Just a month and a half before, he had taken me to New Orleans and Ah thought we'd made a connection. Ah was attracted, so attracted."
Rogue sat there for a moment in silence and knew that Warren was studying her face through his azure eyes. "He never approached me. He flirted, yes, but he flirts with every woman. It hurt. But soon Ah welcomed even that pain. Sometimes Ah think Ah'm still waiting for him to see me and to come to me." Rogue was crying now, her Goth make-up smearing on her face as she rubbed at it. "Ah don't want to wait anymore, Warren, but Ah'm not sure how to stop."
Warren fell from his chair and knelt in front of Rogue, his hands gripping her arms where they were wrapped around herself. "Marry me, Rogue. Let me take away your pain."
Rogue clenched her gloved hands on his larger ones and nodded. "Ah'll go with you to England. But not that. Not yet."
Warren nodded. "Not yet? That's gives me hope."
Rogue smiled through her tears and knew that she must look like hell. "Well...that makes me hungry. Where's our food?"
Warren smiled back as he settled back into his chair, still holding her hand. "It's coming. We'll...uh...leave in two days. Xavier has meetings and papers for me to sign before we go."
Rogue stared at her empty plate and nodded to herself. She was leaving. Leaving the Institute. Leaving her team. Leaving Remy. And somewhere deep inside, her heart eased. Finally.
When Rogue and Warren returned home to the Institute, only a few windows were still lit up. Warren's driver opened the back doors of the sleek town car Warren had rented and let the overly inebriated duo out onto the front steps. As they both tripped on the first step they burst out laughing. Rogue's chignon had come undone somewhere around Highway 95, and Warren had removed his overcoat that hid his wings somewhere around the same spot. Warren was laughing so hard that he was losing feathers on the steps and as they fell about them much like snow, he wrapped his arm around Rogue's waist and pulled her close. "Give me a kiss?"
"Why?"
"Because I love you. And we're moving in together?" Warren said in a slightly slurred voice. For once they were both happy, if slightly oblivious to the audience watching them from behind the curtains of the study that just happened to have a great view of the front steps.
"What are they doing?" Kitty asked, her view being blocked by Kurt's big blue head.
"Nothing. They are just standing there," he whispered in his slight German accent.
Jean giggled. "Why are we whispering?"
Kitty giggled back. "We don't want them to hear us."
Scott, Remy, and Logan glanced at each other over their respective reading materials at the other end of the study. Finally the curiosity got the better of them.
"Who are you three looking at?" Scott asked.
Kitty giggled again. "Warren and Rogue."
At the name of his paramour, Remy perked up. "Why?"
Kitty and Jean giggled together before walking away from the window and over to the men. "Didn't anyone tell you, Remy?" Jean asked, with a glint in her eye.
"Non, what?"
"Warren asked Rogue to dinner."
"And she agreed?" Remy asked incredulous. Since he had come to the Institute four years ago, he had never known Rogue to go on a date. He had been very observant of the woman, having a massive lust on her since they had met had pretty much guaranteed that. He had not approached her however. Something in her and his fascination with her had frightened Remy. Something that had spoken of long commitments and dreams that a playboy such as himself should never have.
"Yep. And I know something that none of you know!" Kitty said, excited beyond her wildest dreams. It wasn't often that she knew gossip before anyone else and this bit was juicy.
"What?" They all asked, excluding Logan who would not deign to lower himself to asking for gossip.
"Warren is going to ask Rogue to go to England with him!"
"Really?" Logan said the first to get over his shock. The rest were still kind of open mouthed.
Kitty nodded before almost falling off the couch laughing. "I mean...like...wow! That gorgeous millionaire with looks of an angel wants her to like...marry him!"
"Marriage? With Rogue?" Remy asked, not sure what to say. It had never occurred to him that she would leave. That she would abandon the X Men so that she could live with another man in some far away place. Somewhere where he couldn't look at her everyday and suffer the thoughts of things he would do but couldn't.
"Yeah...are you like deaf, Remy?" Kitty asked, still in full blown giggle fit.
From the window, Kurt made an outraged sound. "He's making out with mein schweister on the front steps! I'll kill him!" Kurt yelled before bamfing away.
"Oh, shit!" Kitty said before running and phasing through the walls and towards the front door. The others followed at a slightly slower pace but still got there in time to watch Kitty pull open the door.
On the front steps, with Rogue laughing away riotously, Kurt was on top of Warren choking him. Kitty stood there with a shocked look on her face, while the others quickly pulled Kurt off. Warren sat there on the front steps and looked up at the crowd around them with a silly grin on his face, despite the black eye already forming. "I asked Rogue to marry me..." He explained before passing out.
Everyone looked at Rogue and even Kurt stopped struggling enough to look at her. Rogue grinned and stopped laughing. "Ah said yes." She started giggling again and finally had to be carried to her room by Logan.
The others took care of Warren and Rogue wrapped her arms around Logan as he carried her up the stairs. "You okay, Stripes?"
"Yeah. Ah'm great! We're not getting married immediately. We're going to settle in first. Then Ah said we'd think about it, but he's sure, Logan. He wants to marry me and said nothin' Ah said would change that. He loves me." Unlike a certain other someone, Rogue thought and felt tears prick her eyes. Will my pain ever stop?
"Yeah, well. You probably won't remember half of what he said in the morning. You're drunk, baby girl."
"Yeah...Ah know...it's wonderful!"
Logan smiled and it was more like a hyena grin than his usual smile. Rogue could feel him doing something with his hands behind him and heard water start running. "Logan...what are you doing?"
He started to lower her gently but when she started to fight he dropped her...hard...into the bathtub...Then, chuckling evilly, he turned on the shower and ice cold water beat down on Rogue. Struggling to get up, she screamed obscenities at Logan as he left her there to suffer.
Now disturbingly sober, Rogue stomped her way from the bathroom to her room and delighted in slamming the door. Since it was the summer no students were at the Institute, all of them preferring to go on vacation or home to their families. Rogue could hear that several of her friends were still trying to help Angel up to bed but didn't go help. She needed some time alone. Things were happening at a rate that was starting to give Rogue a head ache.
Rogue began to strip off her clothes, draping the long black dress over a chair to dry. It had a slit in the side, slightly ripped higher by Logan's man handling, and was one of Rogue's most expensive dresses. Now it would have to be sent to the dry cleaners thanks to Logan's lesson.
Rogue walked around her room in her underwear and high heels and was reaching for her robe when a slow applause started to come from the shadows on the other side of the room. Rogue didn't turn, already knowing who it was.
"What do you want?"
A match flared to life and briefly illuminated his face. "Me, chère? After that show, I don' need a t'ing."
Rogue tied her robe and turned slowly to study the man slouching against her dresser. "Leave."
"Is dat any way to treat a guest, Rogue?"
Rogue gritted her teeth, no where in any mood to deal with him at the moment. "Uninvited guests don't get courtesy."
Remy ground out his cigarette against his boot heel and slowly walked towards her. Rogue took a small step back and felt the edge of the closet door bite into her back. It hurt her just enough to make her brave. "Why are you here?"
Remy stopped mere inches away and slowly pushed a wet strand of white hair off her face. "If Remy knew that, chère, he'd know everyt'ing."
Remy started to step closer, but Rogue put her hand on his chest and stopped him. "Don't."
"Why not?" Remy asked with a bitter note, leaning down to sniff at her hair. Rogue turned her face away and slid away. She walked to the door and opened it.
"Because Ah said, sugah. Now get out."
Remy shrugged and moved as if to walk out, then in a surprise move, slammed the door and pushed Rogue against it. Rogue put her hands on his chest to keep him from come too close, but their legs were interlinked and she could feel every inch of him pressed hard against her. "Why are you doing this? Is it cause Ah'm with Warren, now? Does that get you? That Ah'm not goin' to pine after you anymore?" Rogue asked, deliberately trying to hurt him. She wanted him far away, where he couldn't evoke the reaction that he was. Her legs were weak and she wanted desperately to lean into his embrace. He was making her all tight and wet at the same time as he wound her up and made her want to scream.
Remy grinded his manhood against Rogue and reaching down lift one of her legs around his own so that their contact was much more intimate. Then he started to grind again. Biting down his own moan, he felt Rogue begin to respond, even through his jeans. "Warren? He got nothin' to d with us Rogue."
Rogue slapped at his chest. "Four years, Remy? Four years Ah waited, and you make your move the night Ah decide to be with Warren? Some coincidence, sugah!" Rogue panted. She was sweating and knew that Remy knew how she was reacting. She had to make him let her go.
Rogue grinned and instead of pushing him away, pulled Remy close. "Aren't you afraid, Rem'? What about my powers? Don' want me to know all your lil' secrets then Ah suggest you let me go."
Remy laughed and stepped away. Rogue felt disappointment but knew it was for the best. She stepped away from the door and reached for the knob but Remy grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bed. Rogue pulled at him. "Stop. What are you doin'?"
"Chère, I'm doin' somethin' I shoulda done a long time ago." Remy pushed Rogue on the bed and straddled her close. "I'm doin' something we shoulda done a long time ago."
LEMON! WARNING! LEMONAGE! DO NOT READ ON IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A LEMON!
"Remy...we shouldn't..." Rogue started but was interrupted when Remy flipped her over onto her knees. "Remy!"
Remy pulled her by her hips and grinded into her rear, watching as Rogue started to claw at the sheets. "You like it, Rogue? When I touch you here?"
Rogue refused to answer and gasped when Remy pulled her up by the hair so that they were both kneeling on the bed, her back to his front. He used one hand to hold her close and the other to untie her robe. Rogue tried to push his hands away but Remy pulled down her robe and trapped her hands in it. Without his moving the robe from between them there was no way to get her hands free.
"Remy..."
"Rogue...you notice your powers? They no work with me. You know why?"
Rogue opened her eyes wide and realized what he was saying. On the porch, when she'd been with Warren she'd started to drain him and had pushed him down to stop the pull. With Remy, on her bed, he was touching her skin to skin and nothing was happening. Even as she thought it, though, her powers kicked on and started to pull.
Remy felt it and growled. "Oh, no, chère. Not tonight. Tonight, you're mine." Remy bit down on Rogue's neck at the same time he slid a hand down into her panties. The twin shocks distracted Rogue enough that she subconscious kicked her powers back off. Remy grinned and kissed his way back up her neck to Rogue's ear. "You know why they no work with me, Rogue? Cause you're mine. All of you. And nothin' you do is goin' to change that."
Remy slid a finger into Rogue and she jerked against him as his slightly roughened digit started to move. "Remy...what are you doing to me?" She gasped into the air, pulling at her hands, knowing that she was at his mercy.
"I'm makin' love to you Rogue. No one will do to you what I can, Rogue. No one," Remy whispered against her neck. Rogue was started to jerk harder and he could feel her clench around his finger. Grinning evilly he slid another longer finger in with the one and laughed a bit when Rogue moaned. Unconsciously her legs opened wider for his fingers and Remy took advantage by sliding a leg in between. The feel of his leg and his fingers between her legs made Rogue moan and she started slide against his leg, forcing his fingers deeper.
"Dat's it, chère...you like it? When I touch you?"
Rogue nodded, her head thrown back onto his shoulder so that he could see her biting her lips to keep from moaning. The sight of her slightly bouncing chest had Remy salivating. He used his free hand to roughly grasp one of her breasts and pull her closer. He tweaked her nipple and laughed when Rogue gasped.
"D'you know how long I've wanted you, Rogue? Since I firs' saw you, in da fight with Magneto. Even then I wanted to push you agains' the wall and fuck you. Dat excite you, chère?" Remy could tell it did by the way she creamed around his fingers. "D'you know how I stayed away for so long, Rogue?"
Rogue was almost about to orgasm and could barely hear his words but she shook her head anyways. "No...Remy...please...Ah..."
"I know, Rogue," Remy laughed, moving his fingers faster and faster and gripping her closer and rougher than before. "But do you know? I could stay away because every time I fucked another woman, I saw your face. I saw your body and I screamed your name. Every time I touched myself I saw your face, I imagined it was your mouth on my cock and it made me cum every time."
Rogue's eyes snapped open as wave after wave of euphoria moved through her body. It was like that part of her was pulsing and every time it did a new synapse fired in her body. She felt weak and strong and horny all at once. At the same time, Remy pushed another finger into her already wet and sensitive body and pushed her to higher pleasure.
"Remy...please!"
Remy laughed. "Please, what?"
"Ah...Ah..."
"What, Rogue? All you have to do is say it..."
"Ah need you!"
Remy stopped laughing and bit at her neck. "Need me? Where?"
"Ah need you...in me...hard..."
Just saying the words pushed Rogue over the edge and she came onto his hand, screaming into his mouth.
Remy wasted no time divulging himself and Rogue of their remaining clothes. By the time Rogue was aware enough to even speak after that mind-blowing orgasm, Remy already had her on her back and was poised to take her.
"Remy?"
Remy froze, so tight with tension that he was shaking a bit. He leaned down and kissed Rogue softly. "Yeah?"
Remy had his eyes closed so he only felt her smile. "Ah need you."
Remy smiled back and sank into her slowly while he kissed her for the first time. The twin penetrations of his tongue in her mouth and his dick in her pussy made Rogue shiver in delight and wriggle in need. Unlike the fevered possession of her body like before, this time Remy went slow. He moved in and out in slow, measured movements, designed to drive Rogue out of her mind.
Soon, she was slowly going up the escalating path of orgasm and was taking him with her this time. He kept to the pace, however, and had her begging for more.
"Remy...please..."
"Please...what? God, I love your body...what do you need Rogue?"
"Ah need you...faster...harder...you're killing me!" It was the desperate note in her voice that finally got Remy to take notice.
Remy kissed her fiercely, losing all rhythm and rhyme in the face of the love of his woman. She needed him, and he couldn't deny her.
He began to thrust deeply, slamming into without care. The only sounds that were made after that were moans and guttural slaps as they took of each other in a feast of flesh. Neither cared how much noise they made, nor did they care that along with love marks, tomorrow there would be bruises and scratches. What began as a slow, torturous love-making was devolving into violent fucking that was more about taking the other than the love that had brought the two together.
Rogue writhed beneath Remy's ministrations as his rough, combat worn hands rushed over her body and pulled her closer. She felt small and feminine beneath him and reveled in it. She had never felt so...like a woman than she did in this moment. She never wanted to give that feeling up.
Remy couldn't think. All he could do was feel. Feel how soft she was beneath him. Feel how hot they were getting as the friction rose higher and higher. And feel how right it felt to be inside her. He never wanted to let go.
Even as they both thought it, the spiraling pleasure wound tighter and tighter between them until a familiar feeling started to burn where they connected. Rogue squeezed her thighs around Remy's hips and bit her lip.
"Remy...oh...Gawd...Ah can't..."
Remy grinned as sweat poured down his face and he slammed a bit harder into her. "Don't hold on, Rogue...I'll catch you...I promise..."
Rogue screamed as she came, and it was like the world was brighter and quieter and all that was left was her and Remy and what he was doing to her. A nuclear bomb could have gone off and she'd not have noticed. As Remy began to move faster and faster inside her, finally slamming himself over spot inside her that started a whole different sort of pleasure, Rogue screamed. Waves of pleasure were streaming out of her core and her legs fell from his hips in weakness. She was limp, a victim to the pleasure that made it impossible for her to move.
As Rogue finally hit her peak, she clenched around him and even as she eased down and out, she was pulling Remy to his peak. As he thrust into her one last time, his seed streamed out, jetting into the secret crevices of her body, claiming her as his.
Remy collapsed on top of her, as weak as she. That had been the most powerful sex he'd ever had and even the thought of doing it again couldn't get a physical reaction out of him. He was just...done.
They fell asleep like that, curled together in exhaustion, his head on her breast, and her hands in his hair. In the morning, he would wake alone. Rogue would be gone.
A/N Okay...so...do we like? Do we want more? Cause I've got more in mind. Wanna preview of the next chapter? Let's just say that tonight's "action" didn't alter Rogue's plans one bit...okay...maybe a bit.