Disclaimer- X-men doesn't belong to me… Sad.

A Cajun and a Rogue Walk into a bar- Part II.

Warning: This chapter definitely has a mature rating.

Rogue grabbed fistfuls of his jacket and slipped it off of him, tossing it into the darkness.

Closer, she needed to be closer.

She needed him.

This woman was driving him insane.

He couldn't resist slipping his hands underneath her top, feeling the warm flesh beneath it. In a smooth movement he yanked the shirt over her head.

She soon repeated the same process with his shirt, placing them in similar states of undress.

Remy ran his hands up along her sides, the smoothness of her body tantalizing him, and as he reached her breasts he massaged them, memorizing their shape. He arched her body a couple inches off the bed and with nimble fingers unhooked her bra and slid the material off of her shoulders. He quickly threw the garment across the room, and then pulled away from her.

As he studied her half-nude state he discovered something.

She was beautiful.

She felt somewhat self-conscious when he pulled away to stare at her, but when he began pressing kisses upon her skin the feeling disappeared. He began at her neck, gently suckling and nipping there before sliding his lips down to her collarbone, and then down even further, placing another kiss in the valley between her breasts.

She moaned quietly as he used his very talented mouth to tease one nipple, while massaging the other with one of his hands, and then moving to treat the other with the same delicious torture.

She burned.

"Remy, "she moaned, "Please."

He halted his exploration of her body to look up at her with his shaded eyes, his mouth turned up in a smirk.

"Anything you want chere."

And he kissed her soundly on the lips while working the button and zipper on her pants.

Those words almost did him in.

He wasn't going to deny such a beautiful woman her desires. So when he kissed her and began to undo her pants he was shocked to hear another word that struck fear into every lustful man's heart.

"Wait."

So he did, even though his body was surging with want.

"Let me see your eyes," she murmured.

That was even worst.

"You won't like them."

She frowned, an expression not meant to be on such a beautiful face, "How do you know?"

"Because nobody does."

Before another word was spoken, she reached up and gently pried the glasses away from his face.

He waited for the screams.

His eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen, a mixture of red and black that seemed to glow in the dark room.

She said the only words that came to mind, "They're beautiful."

He blinked.

"What?"

He hadn't been lying when he told her nobody liked his eyes.

"Ya shouldn't hide them like that."

He really didn't know what to say, and it was a rare occasion that he was ever speechless.

"Are ya going to just stare at meh, or are ya gonna kiss me?"

He chose the latter.

With that kiss he hoped to transfer all he was feeling. This wasn't a heated kiss like their others, but a slow, gentle one.

…Or it was until her hand reached down and brushed across the bulge in his pants.

Then the kiss became animalistic and passionate, and he nearly ripped her jeans away from her body, quickly shedding his own.

He looked down at her again.

Beautiful.

He was quite possibly the hottest guy she had ever seen.

Rogue imagined she could crack some eggs over him and they would sizzle and cook on his abs.

Such nice abs...

Her eyes met his eyes, and she smiled.

He couldn't resist kissing her again when she smiled like that, and his fingers soon found their way to the band of her panties. Remy hooked his thumbs through them, caressing the skin as he slowly pulled them down. A hand reached down between her legs and felt the flesh there, slick with her arousal.

She moaned, and he felt the urge to bury himself in her right then and there, but this wasn't a time for a quick romp, instead he would take his time and savor the moment.

Remy pulled away and lowered his face between he thighs and kissed the spot there.

When he kissed that little bundle of nerves she thought she was going to lose it.

It felt as if her body was charged with electricity, and every movement he made near her loins made her blood pump harder, faster. Her thoughts were conflicting; part of her never wanted it to end, while the other part just wanted release.

She was on the edge when he pulled away.

"Please, "she begged.

He placed a kiss to her lips and tore off his boxers.

She looked up at him with heavy eyes and parted lips, panting.

"Ready chere?"

She nodded, and he did the exact thing that he had been fantasizing anout since he first saw her there at the bar. With one thrust he buried himself within her tight heat, making both of them man with pleasure.

Thrust after thrust she met, and each time he felt himself growing hotter, coming closer. Rogue held unto him as he thrust into her, replying to each of his movements with her own. When the feeling finally became unbearable she wrapped her legs around his waist, and brought him even deeper into her.

So close.

When her legs wrapped around his waist he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. His pace quickened, and his thrusts became even harder, even deeper.

When she first began to lose control she kissed him, and he eagerly met her lips, only pulling away when they could no longer breathe.

Faster and harder he went.

In an explosion of overwhelming ecstasy and passion they both climaxed. She buried her head into the crook of his neck as she whimpered, and when he could no longer move he fell to the side of her, rolling her over unto him.

They both relaxed there, catching their breath and exchanging lazy kisses with one another.

This is what happened when a Cajun and a Rogue walked into a bar.

A/N: Woah, that was interesting to write. I wasn't planning on putting the sex scene in there when I first started writing, but it just seemed to fit. I hope you liked it, and I hope the writing format didn't confuse anyone. If you see any typos, then PLEASE tell me. I can only read over my own stuff so many times before I go insane. This story is making me a little bit anxious, considering it's kind of new territory for me in that I don't usually write lemons.