"M'not here. Leave a message."

[Messages for Remy or his mun can be left here]

LINK: Birthdays: nothing but a reason for food smut to get more creative.

"When I'm good, I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better."

LINK: When she asked him if he planned their training session to turn into hot angry wall sex, he merely smirked, telling her she was lucky she wasn't his enemy.

LINK: Only if you make it one.

LINK: He didn't believe in it, until he met her...

26.8. Beginning

Co-written with justalilcontact | Past-Scene

The sound of a motorcycle coming up the drive had drawn Rogue from the games room, a tingle of anticipation going through her as she thought of Logan. She'd been waiting for months for him to come back, but this was the first time she'd heard a motorbike come up the drive. She stopped though as she saw unfamiliar figure dressed in head to toe leather. Bobby had been left in the games room to play whatever the hell he'd been playing with John, while Rogue had sat there staring into space. She didn't usually have a problem hanging out with the boys, but today she hadn't felt like being their audience as they focused on video games, and squabbling.

She walked towards the stranger, hips dipping and swaying in her jeans she adjusted her gloves and arched an eyebrow. "Can I help ya?" No one else seemed to feel like greeting the guy, even if one of the kids was standing at his feet and looking up into the dark sunglasses the guy wore. She gently touched her hand to Danny's shoulder and smiled down at him. "Better go find somethin' else to do, sugar. Don't think this man wants to be stared at all day." The kid ran off and left her alone with the leather-clad guy. If he was here because of the X-Men, at least he wouldn't feel so out of place in the uniform.

( Behind the dark glasses, Remy of course was checking her out... )

Set post X-Men movie, part one. Part of Remy and Rogue's verse: luxure


Word Count | 1,706

[Follows THIS]

LINK: Rogue wasn't sure what time it was when she stirred again. She couldn't remember falling asleep, but the sunshine filled her room, no longer just early morning light. It had to be at least lunchtime. She moaned in protest, hiding her face with her hair so she didn't have to look at the clock. A strong arm was still wrapped around her middle, and she ran her gloved hand over it to see if she could tell by feel that it was Gambit's.

She had to be sure, just in case someone else had slipped into her bed. She didn't think anyone had the same death with as Remy though, and she was grateful. Events from earlier started to slowly filter through her mind and she smiled at the memories. Her fist time hadn't been anything like she'd imagined, but it wasn't the awful event Remy seemed to have been preparing her for.

She bit her lip and tried to carefully move in his hold so she could face him without any skin touching. She still had on her bodystocking, so it was more their faces she had to worry about. She pushed her hair back out of her face and found his red eyes already on her.

"Mornin', sugar," she drawled, her accent always thicker when she first woke up...

No one's invincible.

20.6. Family

Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS

Contains spoilers for House, M.D. episode 5x20

Rogue sat with her head against Remy's shoulder as she watched him hold Mia, keeping close by to make sure if he didn't want to hold her any longer he could hand her back. Rogue was quietly pleased, though. Mia apparently loved being in her godfather's arms, keeping quiet the whole time. Made Rogue wonder if the two had struck some kind of deal, or if maybe Mia just knew Remy was there to look after her, and not let anything happen to her.

"Thanks for comin', sugar," she said quietly as she let Mia hold onto her finger. It still amazed her that her daughter could touch her skin and nothing happened. "I know it was probably hard to get away. I don't mean to keep draggin' ya back to Princeton, but I really needed to talk to ya face to face."

( Rogue hadn't been able to call Remy other than to ask him to come here if he could, not game enough to try and tell him over the phone about her husband's diagnosis... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe>


Word Count | 1,897

17.1.6. “Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.” - Norman Vincent Peale

Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS

Remy actually couldn't quite believe how sick the flu was making him feel. He hadn't been lying when he told Rogue that he rarely got sick. It seemed that his suspicions were correct, however. Xavier's was a petri dish full of little organisms breeding diseases like flu and things that made one vomit extensively. He despised vomiting. It made him feel weak and like he lacked a control over his body. As soon as he was able to drag himself away from the toilet without his body wanting to explode with various bodily fluids at random intervals, Remy was back down in the medical clinic with Hank.

Somewhere between forcefully ejecting all contents of his stomach and feeling like he had been shoved in a furnace of lava, Remy knew that Rogue was feeling much the same as he was and that was worse than knowing he felt like crap. He wanted to help her someway, the only problem was he was about as adept at nursing as he was at growing boobs. Hank was able to help and then when Storm came in, she suggested some other things which left Remy thinking she was talking another language. What the hell was Echinacea and viper rub? He didn't want to rub Rogue with a damn snake! Not that sort of snake, anyway...

( It was a lengthy process, to say the least. His own flu was making him lightheaded and woozy, but the determination won out... )

Part of Remy & Rogue's verse: luxure


Word Count | 2,953

25.6. Lethargic

Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS

A kiss with Rogue that lasted hell only knew how long and then a couple of hours training in the DR - Remy had felt like a new guy. The rain had hardly been noticed by either of them until the kiss broke and they realised they were both standing there, completely drenched from head to toe, and shivering. They made a hurried bolt back into the school and got frowned upon by one of the teachers for dripping water all over the foyer. They had to - reluctantly - part ways then to change into something dry for the training session and this was when Remy found himself back in the X-Men uniform and it felt odd, yet strangely right.

( Later in the night, though, after he had retired to his bedroom and was watching some random old eighties movie on the TV, he realised he had one fuck of a headache again and it had nothing to do with Rogue draining him... )

Part of Remy & Rogue's verse: luxure


Word Count | 2,911

Track 14. I don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
[‘The Luckiest’ – Ben Folds]

Co-written with justalilcontact

Rogue was standing in the gardens of Xavier's, staring into space. Her brown eyes were unfocused as her gloved fingers touched her lips. The kiss with Remy had been a couple of days ago, and yet it was all she'd been able to think about. It had been true what she said, no one had kissed her since him--not even Bobby. As soon as he'd gone, it was like Rogue had been left with this knowledge of everything she'd been missing over the years. And the knowledge that he was the only one that could give it to her.

He'd fucked off to Lord only knew where, and Rogue had been forced to try and live her life without Remy just as she had before she'd even met him, and everything had become dull again. So when she'd heard that motorbike rumbling up the drive, it was like the colour had been returned and she could breathe again. She didn't necessarily like the idea of being so dependent on a guy, but it wasn't that. Remy wasn't someone for her to be dependent on, he was someone to complete her.

Only how did she tell him all that without sounding like some stupid schoolgirl with a massive crush? Rogue tilted her head as if she was seeing something no one else could, and dropped her hand to her side as she started to chew her lip instead. Various scenarios started to play through her mind as she considered how best to ask Remy out, or if she was just supposed to let things continue as they were. Even with the small scrap of his psyche in her mind, she still didn't know how to figure out what he was thinking.

( Remy had obviously gotten to a point of aggravation in the last couple of days because Logan actually sought him out to tell him he was going into the DR with Rogue that afternoon for training. There may or may not be a mission on the horizon. Remy couldn't have had better news and his adrenaline was sparked immediately... )

Part of Remy and Rogue's verse: luxure


Word Count | 2,294

1.8. "Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
- From the television show 'The Wonder Years'

Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS and THIS


After zipping her jeans back up, and washing her hands, Rogue was standing across the hall outside Remy's room. She had her gloves back on too, but couldn't help thinking about the fact her panties were still wet from arousal. She shifted her weight as she tried not to think too hard on Remy licking her clean, even if his voice in her head was encouraging that line of thinking. The funny thing about Remy in her head was that he wasn't so willing to overtake her own thoughts. He seemed happy just to linger in the background, feeding her dirty imagery and suggestions.

That, and the drain hadn't really been that big, so she could recover relatively quickly. She bit her lip and raised her gloved knuckles to rap lightly on his door. "Sugar? It's me..."

( Remy had been lying half propped up on his pillows with a very full glass of straight vodka sitting in the middle of his chest... )

Part of Remy/Rogue's verse: luxure


Word Count | 3,110

24.7. Chaos

[Follows THIS]


Remy waited until Rogue was out of sight and then hunched forward, burying his thumping head in his hands. “Putain de merde!” he hissed. Rogue’s drain left his head killing him and the rest of his body aching like he had pushed himself too far at the gym. The last thing he wanted was Rogue to think he was freaked out by it, though. The worst part was, the kiss had fucking sparked all his senses, and now he was left horny and with a headache. For obvious reasons, he had no interest in continuing to watch the movie... especially when he had hardly been taking notice of it in the first place. He stumbled up off the sofa, swaying a little woozily as he did, causing him to need to grip the arm rest of the sofa for a few moments while it passed. Really, nearly having the lifeforce sucked out of you via your skin shouldn't be sucha turn on.

( What he needed was an Aspirin and a lie down. But maybe first after a quick check that the headache was just that. It had been an accident and he really wasn't bothered by it, but he knew Rogue would do that self-flagilation thing if she discovered she had hurt him more than the minor headache he had fobbed her off with... )

Rogue [justalilcontact] referenced with permission. Not binding on any Hank muses.
Part of Remy/Rogue's verse: luxure


Word Count | 905