Wow...last chapter! Wow...I'm so shocked...I think this is the best short story I've ever done! Well, at least, that's what my wonderful reviewers are telling me! Smooches to everyone who has me on alert and this story! I'm grateful that you all loved it! So...onwards we go...
As always, dedicated to Eileen Blazer (should she ever update...yes, that was a hint) and Thriller...who did update! And I love her for it! Both of these writers are almost as good as me...lol...j/k! They're both waaay better...
And on that note, the song that you absolutely MUST listen to as a soundtrack for this chapter (there's actually a song that I listen to for every story I write, I just rarely mention it), back to the point, the soundtrack song for this chapter is Damien Rice's (my future husband) Insane. Absolutely wonderful song that I couldn't stop listening to while I wrote this. Listen to that and you will know what inspired the finale chapter of Little Death!
Damien Rice's Insane
Should I speak? Should I go, if she calls out my name? And I hate when you say Should I confess And I hate when you say You're taking, you're taking
Should I bother shaking hands?
Am I weak If I leave it as it stands?
I've submerged
And I've surfaced with the blame
I guess I'm no good, I guess I'm insane
And if she bleeds, should I wipe up the stain?
And if I'm low, can I drown in this rain?
I guess I'm no good, I guess I'm insane
That I never fight for you
Sometimes you breathe
All over my scar
And you always end up
Closer than close
That's where I give in
The actions of a hand
In my mind
I'll betray you once again
Why should I climb?
What is there to gain?
This is no good
This is insane
That I never fight for you
Sometimes you breathe
All over my scar
And you always end up
Closer than close
That's whenre I give in
You're taking me down
You're taking, you're taking
You're taking me down
And you always end up
Closer than close
That's where I give in
Six Months Later
Shadows moved over the walls, a couple so entwined into each other that they didn't notice the beautiful sunrise, or the call of the birds outside their window. So lost in each other, that the only things they felt were sensations and love. Intense, blinding love. Love so deep that neither felt they could breathe another breath without one another. So deep that the merest touch of flesh was enough to have them shaking in need. So deep and so big was their love that they'd finally surrendered to it and stopped running for the first time in their lives.
She felt him stir on top of her and her arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders, refusing to allow him to move. He was too heavy to stay there, but she welcomed the weight of him, recognizing it for what it was, a gift.
He concentrated on the skin between neck and shoulder, that spot that caused her the most pleasure as sensitive as it was. He nuzzled at it, before nipping lightly, eliciting a gasp and stretching shiver from her. He knew all her spots.
"Do you know what people call an orgasm, chère?"
Rogue laughed. "Yes, Ah do."
"Tell me, Rogue," he whispered on her skin, refusing to move, covering her with his body. As the cool morning air drifted in from the sea, she squirmed, but was well used to his tricks.
"They call it petit morte."
Remy nuzzled at her cheek until she looked him into his eyes, his mesmerizing red on black eyes. "And what does it mean?"
"It means," Rogue started, gasping as he began to move against her, grinding his pants-clad hips against her's. She started again. "It means little death."
Remy laughed against her skin and Rogue relished the sensation. "Would you die for me, chère?"
Rogue became serious for a moment. "Ah did. Everyday, Rem'."
Remy responded in kind. "Whose fault was it?"
Rogue scowled. "Mine...but Ah still blame you."
Remy levied himself up over her, his hips still in contact but most of his weight supported on his arms. "Don' blame me, chère. I was not de only one avoidin' dis."
Rogue smiled and traced her fingers on the small pink scar on his chest. "Ah know. Ah'm not anymore...but still...you asked."
Remy smiled and touched his nose to her's. "I love you, chère."
"You love all women..."
"I love you most."
"Thank gawd for that."
Remy kissed her once, quick and hard. "We got to get going, chère...don' wanna be late."
Rogue smiled as she watched her man walk around their room shirtless. His scar reminded her of how close she'd come to losing him, this time to death. He'd survived, but only recently had he been fully recovered. Funny how a knife in a heart could change how you view the world. "Why do Ah have to wear a dress again?"
Remy grinned into the mirror as he pulled a shirt on. Rogue was lying in bed, covered only in a negligee, sleeping as she had been when he'd barged in to play. "Tradition, chère. Don' blame me. Remy wanted to run away together."
"Kitty would've killed me."
Remy laughed. "Probably, but you wouldn't have to wear dat dress."
"Speaking of which, aren't you not supposed to see me?"
"Remy is all for traditions, chère...but not all of dem."
Just then, a knock came from the door and several women could be heard. It had been Jean's suggestion to have a morning ceremony, and non-morning people as Remy and Rogue were, they were regretting it already.
"You better run, sugah...we're a very superstitious bunch of X Men."
Remy grinned and paused on the window sill, blowing a kiss to Rogue and falling away only seconds before the girls barged in.
"Rogue! You're still in bed? We need to start your make-up and hair and you haven't even taken a shower, yet!" Kitty screeched, as only the maid of honor could. Rogue was proud though, for Kitty hadn't said "like" or "totally" once during that little speech.
"Ah'm going! Ah'm going!" Rogue said, rising and heading for the bathroom.
Jean grinned and noticed something that the other girls had missed. "Hey, Rogue?"
Rogue poked her head back out. "What!"
"I hope it was Remy who left these here?" Jean said with a cat-just-ate-the-bird grin on her face, using an eyeliner stick to lift up a pair of silk red-hearts-on-white boxers.
"Ah don' know what you're talking about...Ah assumed they were Scott's...feisty man that he is..." Rogue replied, struggling to keep a straight face. Finally, with a giggle, she closed the door and started to prepare for the biggest day in her life.
The ceremony was as beautiful as the laughing and grinning bride and groom would let it be. Set up near a cliff that overlooked the ocean, the coordinators used a small tent to try and shield everyone from the wind. It looked picturesque with all the ribbons and long dresses flowing in one direction thanks to the fierce wind, but it was horrible on the bride. At everyone's urging she'd gone with a semi-traditional wedding dress. It was off-white, off the shoulder, and luscious. It had a small train and a long, almost opaque veil.
Remy had to trust that it was actually Rogue underneath there, but the small glimpse of a Queen of Hearts card tattooed just under her shoulder blades confirmed it for him. With the wind blowing and such a long veil, Rogue was almost choking.
Finally, halfway through the priest's "Love is a fountain..." speech, the couple was tired of the damn veil, which had slapped everyone close enough at least five times. Remy grinned at Rogue as she ripped it off. Now, with her hair tumbling loose around her shoulders and her face flush with annoyance, he recognized his bride.
Ignoring everyone around them, he drew her close and kissed her, one of the back-bending, foot-raising kisses that most romantic comedy movies are all about. The women sniffled, the men coughed and looked away, and the priest stood there in confusion, for he hadn't said "Kiss the bride" yet. The two of them were too into one another to realize that, and with limp fingers Rogue's veil took off into the wind and her flowers fell to the floor. Remy wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her even closer.
Finally, they eased away to much laughter and applause. Blushing, they indicated for the ceremony to continue.
"Do you, Remy Lawrence LeBeau take this woman, Anna Marie Darkholme, to be your lawfully wedded wife...through thick and thin...richness-"
"Remy do, he does, he does!" Remy replied, interrupting the priest as he brushed his nose against Rogue's, who was still grinning from the kiss.
The priest bustled, but continued. "Do you, Anna Marie-"
"Rogue. My name is Rogue."
The priest sighed. "Do you, Rogue, take this man to be your lawfully-"
"Ah do."
"If there should be anyone present who does not agree that these two should be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest officiated, his eyes glancing around for any takers. Finally, he continued. "I know pronounce you man and wife, you may-...Oh, for God's sake."
Remy and Rogue were already kissing, too impatient to wait for the priest to finish. With a growl, Remy lifted Rogue into the air and spun her around. The audience applauded as the two began to walk down the aisle, wide grins on their faces, and their future more clear to the people on that day than any psychic could see.
With a laugh, Rogue turned at the end and gestured for everyone to be quiet. "Remy and Ah have an announcement and its part of the reason that this wedding had to happen so quickly..."
Kitty laughed. "Yeah, it had nothing to do with, like, Logan threatening to cut Remy open if y'all didn't."
"It doesn't! We were gonna get married, just not this quick!" Remy defended, though he was still slightly hiding behind Rogue as Logan rose with everyone else who had been about to follow the couple.
Rogue elbowed Remy in the gut and spoke again. "Remy and Ah are very happy to tell all our friends, that we are expecting a baby!"
Remy grinned. "Two actually. Remy is very virile."
"Oh, Ah bet."
"Don' need to chere, you know from experience."
"Keep up that lip and you can take that experience and-"
"Remy love his Rogue."
"This Rogue is gonna kick your ass..."
That is the end! sob, tear I am sad, but I'm also happy. I think I did a good job. So...onto my final reviewer responses!
Thriller-My favorite reviewer! I will miss you! I'm focusing on my Star Trek and my Justice League fics...maybe...I've got a new X Men fic in mind, but it'd have to be a lot longer than this...I don't know if I want to commit to that just yet...what am I saying? If I'm not juggling fics, I'm not happy...Anyways...
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe-Not unnerving! Much needed! Someone needs to bitch smack the professor in Evo...I swear..he's plain creepy...all wheely and stuff...
Tinuviel-telcontar-Wow...your name is funny...and complicated to type...just how I like 'em...Yes, the Hellfire Club are those wig-wearing creepy crawlies who attacked the Phoenix and made her all bad...I love them, though...they're such great additions to any story...
Ishandahalf-Quick like a bunny on crack, the story ends...I will miss you and all your drug-addicted bunnies...
Musagirl15-LOL...you and your short reviews delight me...they're so easy to respond to, other people make me think, damnit! I don't like thinking...it's cause I'm a blonde...
The-Dragonlugia-I'm glad you like it! If things are still confounding you, feel free to email me and I can explain...I know that sometimes I get caught up and don't adequately explain things...one of my many faults...smooches Whatever I can do to help!
Shannan-I'm glad you liked that little comment. I was having trouble figuring out how to end the chapter, but I figured the professor wouldn't show fear or anything like that, so I went with a little inane comment that comepletely showed how much Rogue has changed. I liked it. So...what kind of cookie am I getting? And when can I expect it to arrive?
Horuseye-Thank you so much on the correction. Damn you, Babelfish! I will drown you! Anyways, thank you...I know who I'm calling next time I need some German translation...and it will be you! I hope you enjoyed the story, bad translations and all!
Special thanks to everyone else who read and reviewed...or just read...I love you all!