I have good news and bad news
Bad news: this is the last chapter :(
Good news: I enjoyed writing this so much the idea I had in French has become a whole new story, so there's a new ROMY fic to come soon!
I want to thank everyone who had read and reviewed my first ROMY fanfic and to thanks to my friends who put up with me talking about nothing but Gambit and Rogue for an entire week. You've been great!

CONTENT WARNING

This chapter contains a scene of a very sexual nature (woo lemons!) If you are in any way offended by this type of content, please do not read this

"WAKE UP, GAMBIT, THE SESSION STARTS IN TEN MINUTES!"

Remy felt something - or someone - shift on top of him as Scott hammered on the door. "Bonjour, chere," he said softly to Rogue as she woke up.

"Hey," she whispered, reaching up to kiss him softly.

They broke apart as Scott began yelling and knocking again.

"Wit' de racket he's makin' I t'ink I need dis room soundproofed."

"That thah onleh reason?" Rogue asked.

"I s'pose I could t'ink o' a couple ot'ers..." he replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "All righ', Scooter, I'm gettin' up!" he shouted, Scott's persistent knocking finally getting on his nerves.

"Ah'd bettah go back through thah window, Scott'll blow a fuse if he sees meh come outta yahr room."

"All de mo' reason f'r y' t' do dat, den, eh, chere?"

"What am ah gonna do with yah, LeBeau?"

"I have a list, mais I left it in m' ot'er pants..."

The pair got up and Remy walked her to the door. She opened it, suppressing a smirk as Scott's jaw practically fell off his face. Determined to make a scene and see how far she could push their leader, Rogue turned back to Remy and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and passionate kiss.

"Ah'll see yah in fahve," she said, silently pleased at Scott's expression.

Of course, the sight of her only wearing one of Remy's T-shirts did seem slightly suspicious to Scott, especially as the Southern couple had been caught by Logan the night before. She turned and sauntered down the hall to the room she shared with Kitty. Remy grinned at Scott.

"Bon matin, Cyke," he said, revelling at the knowledge that Scott's eyes - although hidden by the ruby-quartz visor - were popping out of his face as he went back into his room and closed the door.

"Get on all fours with your hands on the Wii Balance Board."

"Y' know, chere, I can t'ink of a lot of t'ings t' say righ' abou' now..." Remy remarked, smacking her behind gently as she followed the instructions.

"Rems, come on, it's Yoga!" she said, kneeling up again, "Ah'm still stiff frahm Scott's DR sessions. Two weeks of gettin' chased bah lasers can take it outta yah!"

"Oui, chere, I un'erstan'... Mais, wha's dis un called?"

"Th' Dwnwrd-fssng dg..." she mumbled.

"Wha' was dat, chere?"

"Thah Downward-facin' dog..." Rogue said, a little clearer this time, trying not to giggle when she saw Remy's face light up.

"Did you remove your hands from the Wii Balance Board?"

"Duh! Yah trah tellin' yahr overly-horneh boyfriend wha' position this is when he can easileh link it tah sex!" Rogue said irritably to the on-screen fitness instructor, moving the remote to click on 'Tree'.

"Overly-horney?" Remy asked.

"Nothin' personal, sugah. When ah absorbed yah yahr head was full of all yahr fantasehs. There were a lot about meh..."

"Dat's b'cause y' très belle et dere be some bon t'ings t' fantasize abou'..."

Rogue giggled and turned back to the TV as the fitness instructor spoke again.

"If you feel you are about to lose your balance, feel free to hold onto something."

"Bien! If y' feel wobbly, chere, I'll hold y'!"

Sure enough, Rogue began to wobble on the board when she stood on one leg. Remy's hands quickly shot forward, grabbing her waist and holding her steady. They began to move down to her hips and then to her thighs. She squirmed as he stroked them gently, causing her to lose her balance completely and fall forward, pulling Remy with her. They landed in a heap together, laughing, their arms and legs tangled around the other.

"Eww, like, get a room you two!" Kitty squealed as she phased through the wall, rather than use the open door that was less than a foot away from her.

Rogue and Remy caught each other's eye and collapsed into fresh sniggers, the valley-girl staring at them like they were crazy. No one knew that Rogue had been sleeping in Remy's room at night ever since the night the X-Men had gone out for dinner and dancing. No one that is, except Scott, who had become rather sick of seeing Rogue leave for her own room each morning in one of the Cajun's shirts and refused to tell anyone for fear of having to hold more punishment Danger Room sessions for the two. The two Southerners were famed for their ridiculously long lie-ins, so with the DR sessions over, Scott never had to wake up to that again.

{Students, please report to the Briefing Room.}

The three looked at each other in a confused way when they heard the Professor's voice resounding in their heads.

"Thank you all for coming. As you know, all but a handful of you will be leaving in the Jet later today for the yearly survival skills trip. Usually, it would only be the students who are sixteen or seventeen, but, as the area we would normally use will be a housing estate in less than six months, all students below the age of eighteen will be going with Logan, Hank and Ororo."
Collective groans issued from everyone except X-23, who seemed to be delighted at the idea of a trip that would be, undoubtedly, her area of expertise. Logan didn't seem too thrilled either, possibly because taking a large number of teenagers - most of whom on hormone-highs - into the wilderness was evidently not his idea of a 'fun' weekend.

"Of the remaining five of you, three have expressed an interest in visiting the Art Exhibition in the Museum of Natural History. I will be taking you there whilst Warren stays here to look after the two of you," the Professor continued, nodding to Rogue and Remy as he said 'the two of you', "That will be all."

"Was mah imagination actin' up or did Logan look a little smug when thah Prof said that Warren would be mindin' us?" Rogue asked as they filed out of the room.

"Non, chere. De Wolverine's très happy dat we got a sitter. He t'inks it'll stop us tryin' anyt'ing."

"We jus' gotta fahnd a way tah get Warren outta thah mansion..."

"Bye!"

"We'll see you when you get back!"

"Have fun!"

Jean, Piotr, Remy, Rogue, Scott, Warren and the Professor waved as the X-Jet left the hanger.

"Scott, Jean, Piotr, I will meet you out at the garage in fifteen minutes," the Professor said once the Jet had vanished from sight.

The five others left the hanger, leaving Rogue and Remy alone.

"I have a plan. I have de Angel's cell number. All we do is call it et pretend dat he has a business call et has t' leave town. We tell him dat dere's only one room left in de hotel so he had t' go alone. Den we have de mansion t' ourselves! De Professor only said dat we can't do anyt'ing if dere's younger students here... Dey've all left f'r de survival skills course!"

"See this is whah ah love yah!"

"C'mon, chere. We' gotta say g'bye t' de Prof et Scooter, Red et Piotr."

"Warren Worthington the Third speaking."

"Mr Worthington," Remy said down the phone, disguising his accent extremely well, "You have an urgent meeting in New York City and are required to leave at once. Reservations have been made at the Belmont Hotel for you. How soon can you leave?"

"I'm sorry, I'm rather busy at the moment, I'm on a sort of 'childminding' duty. Can reservations be made for two others at short notice?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Worthington, the hotel is already completely booked up."

There was silence on the line for a while. Remy and Rogue looked at each other worriedly while Warren made his decision.

"Very well. I'll be there as soon as possible."

The couple grinned and hugged after Warren hung up. They didn't have to wait long for the winged-man to enter the recreation room.

"I have to go outta town for a while," he explained, "If you promise not to mess about while I'm gone, I won't tell the Professor I left you alone. I shouldn't be gone for longer than a few hours."

"Okay, Warren. See yah in a few hours!"

They were finally alone. It had only taken Remy a few moments of waiting to make sure Warren was well and truly gone before he had grabbed Rogue around the waist, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to his - although a better term, as of two weeks before, would be their - room, Rogue giggling and squealing all the way.

"Okay, Rems, yah can look now."

Remy turned and his jaw dropped. Rogue was wearing set of matching dark green, lace underwear and standing in an extremely alluring pose. His hands gripped her waist and ran gently over her stomach and sides, marvelling at the shivers he was inducing in her. She reached up, pulling him into a fiercely passionate kiss, both toppling onto the bed, her body beneath his. His lips moved from hers to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck, before moving up to nibble playfully on her earlobe, making her gasp with surprise - and then moan softly as he trailed more down to her exposed cleavage. Rogue pulled his head up to hers, capturing his lips as his nimble, experienced fingers snaked their way up from her hips and around her back to unclasp her bra. He ran his hands gently over the soft, milk-skinned mounds, bending his head down to kiss and suck her rosy nipples. She moaned again, her hands roaming all over his body, as he gently bit them. He let out a low groan as she reached down to the bulge in his boxers, rubbing it slowly. A hot wetness growing between her legs, pooling in her panties, completly soaking them. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment, running his hands down her and gently spread her legs. He smiled as he took a single finger and moved it up and down her slit through the silk and lace, making her squirm and moan softly. With his free hand, he pulled away her underwear and resumed his stroking. She gave a little gasp as it plunged inside her, enjoying the sensation of it moving in and out, moaning loudly as his thumb pressed, none too gently, against her clit. He removed his finger and pulled her into another kiss as she shimmied the panties down to her ankles and kicked them off, Remy simultaneously doing the same with his own underwear.

"Y' sure y' wanna do dis, chere?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Yah sure know how tah kill thah mood, Rems! Ah'm naked, lyin' under yah, an' yah're askin' meh if ah'm sure ah wanna do this?"

He smirked slightly and produced a small square packet, which he opened, and slipped the condom on. He positioned himself carefully at her entrance and looked at her. She responded by nodding her head slightly, moving her hips up to meet him. He entered, causing her to gasp as a wave of pain overtook her body. Remy shot a worried glance at her.

"Y' okay, chere?"

"Ah'm fahne."

He slid the rest of the way in and felt her stiffen in an attempt to hide the slight discomfort of having him inside her. He kissed her gently, not moving to give her time to adjust to his considerable size.

"Don' t'ink abou' it, jus' relax."

She nodded and he began thrust in an out. The pleasure mounting, her hips moving to meet him. Her breathing became more and more ragged as she moaned his name, gradually getting louder and louder, her hands tangling in the sheets. She felt him become rigid against her as her walls quivered and finally collapsed, riding out her orgasm, screaming his name. He let out a low groan, before they finally collapsed on the bed together, panting, their bodies, covered in sweat, wrapped tightly in the arms of the other.

"Y' enjoy dat, chere?" Remy asked once he could breathe.

"That was... Wow..." was all she could manage between heavy breaths.

He smiled at her with her head resting on his chest, fingers weaving through her hair. They lay there for at least another hour, breathing in the scent of the other. They suddenly jumped apart when the front door slammed shut.

"LEBEAU!"

The door to Remy's bedroom burst open and Warren stormed in.

"Where is she, Gambit?" he asked, fuming.

"I t'ink she be in her room. She said she wanted t' read."

Sure enough, Rogue was in her room, fully clothed, nose buried in a Jane Austen novel. Warren left, severely annoyed and Remy winked at Rogue, who giggled and blushed.

The End

Encore

Logan, Kurt, and the others arrived back two days later. Remy, Rogue and Warren never breathed a word about Warren's 'Business Trip', which consisted mainly of him arriving at his hotel and discovering that the meeting and reservation didn't exist. Logan squeezed the truth out of Angel eventually, as he had been up to Remy's room, taken one sniff and learned everything he needed to know about what had happened. Naturally, he had told Kurt and Scott - who, in turn, told the other two about Rogue sleeping in Remy's room at night - and all three were on the warpath. They found the pair in the recreation room, along with the rest of the students, entwined in the same armchair watching the 2003 adaptation of 'Freaky Friday'. Suffice to say, it was a girls' choice, but the boys seemed to have a mutual agreement that it was the lesser of two evils. Their alternative: watching Rogue and Remy, neither of whom very interested in the film, but both apparently very interested in exploring the other's mouth with their tongue.

"If Rogue veren't so close, I vould kill you now," Kurt said to Remy.

"Well, mon ami, y' gonna have t' wait a while f'r dat t' ev'r happen, parce que Rogue et moi are gonna be gettin' très close f'r a while."

With that, Remy scooped up Rogue, who squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, left the room and headed for the stairs, looks of mixed shock and anger on the faces of the three men - and amusement on the students' - staring after them.

Très Étroitement Entre Euxis French for Very Close To Each Other

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