Current location:	Xaviers, Westchester, New York City
Current mood:	determined
Entry tags:	[co-written] justalilcontact, [comm] muse_shuffle, [friend] justalilcontact, [ship] remy/rogue, [verse] luxure (canon)

muse_shuffle | April Disc Two
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. He was beyond restless and bored. He needed something to do to zap up some of the built up energy inside him. It had been too long since he had a good fight. Fighting and fucking had always been Remy's staple diet. When he couldn't find Rogue inside, some random kid with his finger up his nose sitting on the steps had revealed that he saw Rogue go outside earlier, so outside was Remy's first port of call. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket as he walked purposefully across the freshly cut grass to the gardens.

He spotted her in the distance and smirk played on his lips. She had her back to him, so he didn't hesitate in coming up behind her and pinching her firmly on the arse, dipping his head close to her ear. "Pourquoi es-tu si sérieux, mon cherie?" he asked her. "Hank turn your request for Viagra down too?"

"I don't love him!" Rogue blurted out, her eyes widening as she almost jumped out of her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest as she started to drag herself out of her deep thoughts, she clapped her hand over her mouth and glanced at Remy. "I, ah... you really don't need it, sugar. At least I don't think ya do. Pretty sure ya got plenty of stamina. From what I've... heard."

Remy straightened up and his eyebrows rose. He put his hands back into his pockets and analysed her for a moment. "You don't love Hank?" he asked uncertainly. Well, that was certainly an unexpected turn of events, but even Beast had to be better than Ice Fuck.

Rogue shook her head slowly, shifting her weight as she tried to fight off the total embarrassment threatening to swallow her up. "No, no. I do, but more as a big cuddly uncle. He wasn't... I wasn't thinkin' about him."

Remy's red eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Non?" he asked quietly. He took a couple of steps back from her. "I'll leave you to it, then."

Rogue reached out to take his hand before he could escape, her gloved fingers wrapping around his. "Don't. Please. I was thinkin' about you, sugar."

Remy looked down at their hands, but he didn't pull his away. "So, who did you think you were blurting out for the whole world to hear that you didn't love me?" he asked.

"I... don't know," Rogue admitted with a sheepish look. "You, kind of." She sucked in a breath and tried to get her thoughts in order. "I was maybe practisin' somethin' I was gonna say to you, and I guess my thoughts got tangled."

"You were pretty adamant," Remy noted, his exterior cool and unrevealing as always. He actually wasn't sure how to take the abrupt declaration. Love was a strong substance, both to love and not to love. It was something Remy only risked to dabble in in extreme circumstances. Love and lust were two very different things.

"I just... it didn't mean anythin'! Ya pinched my ass when I wasn't expectin' it. I coulda said anythin'." Rogue wasn't sure if she loved Remy, so in her mind, the declaration was half-right. She just hadn't meant to blurt it out, or have it sound final. "Why do ya always make me feel so nervous?"

Remy smirked at her. "I didn't realise I did, belle," he told her. "It is unintentional. I'm not going to bite you. Despite the eyes, I'm not a vampire."

Rogue managed a smirk of her own. "I never thought ya were, sugar." Her cheeks started to turn pink as her mind inevitably went to him biting her, and her brown eyes glazed over for a moment. "Um, what was I sayin'? Ya do make me nervous. My heart's always racin', and I can't always think properly. Don't I do anythin' to you?"

"You don't make me nervous, cherie," Remy told her, not admitting to anything. "Maybe you're just relieved someone is here to finally break the bleak monotony hanging over this place?"

She looked down at the ground, then at their joined hands. "I'm relieved to have ya back. I don't care about the 'bleak monotony'."

"You didn't really think I wouldn't come back, did you?" Remy asked, his eyes amused as he wet his lips.

"I didn't know what to think," she admitted. "I kept hopin' ya would. I kept waitin'. Kinda feel like that's all I did. I've been waitin', and now I can get goin' again."

Remy gestured down himself. "I came back, mon amour. You know what I'm like. You know who I am. Actually, I don't think anyone really knows who I am as well as you do," he mused quietly, letting his eyes roam around the ornate gardens. "You shouldn't have waited for me, though, cherie. When I left, you were involved with someone else and there was very little for me to stick around for. Alcatraz... well, you can understand why I stayed away so long. I don't tend to stay in a place I'm not needed."

"I didn't really... there ain't anyone else I want," Rogue said, mostly to the ground but she managed to look at him before her gaze darted away and she got nervous again. "Bobby was... I kept tryin' to make it work because I had to, and I thought it was the right thing, but he ain't the one for me, and I sure as hell ain't the one for him. He doesn't know me, not like ya know me. And... I like that. As crazy as it gets in my head, I know that ya ain't ever gonna think I'm anyone but me. Ya can bring me back to myself. And you're the only voice that ain't tried to take over and I think it's 'cause ya like me for me. Ya don't try and compete 'cause ya just wanna... I don't know. Match me, maybe."

"Are you saying you want something to be between us, belle?" Remy asked her, turning from the gardens to look at her intently. "You know, I would take advantage of about any other femme that came onto me, no questions asked. No strings attached. I can't do that with you," he murmured in realisation. He had to take his cigarettes out for something to occupy his hands. Beside the fact, he wasn't used to open-hearted talking like this.

Rogue bit down on her lip as she gave a nod, and managed to hold his gaze. She was so tempted just to blurt out a 'yes' and run before he could turn her down. If he couldn't do the no strings attached thing with her though, that meant something. Right? It had to. It meant she wasn't the only one going out on a limb by baring her soul right now. "Yes," she whispered. "We're both free... maybe it's our time? I ain't the same girl I was a couple of years ago. I know my own mind better, and I know what I want. Back then I just thought touch was what I wanted, but I was stupid and ignorin' the fact that touch doesn't have to just mean skin-on-skin."

Remy wet his lips and leaned in close to her. "I might not be everything you anticipate, mon cherie..." he said in barely more than a whisper. His eyes traced her lips, his own coming as close to hers without touching.

It would be so easy to breach the tiny gap right now and kiss him, but Rogue managed to resist. She didn't want to give him another headache, or worse. She actually wanted him to survive her this time. "Ya kinda already surpassed anythin' I ever anticipated a while ago, so I think ya safe," she confided in him with a slight grin. "And if ya gonna kiss me, I just want ya to know I got protection."

Remy raised his eyebrows with a smirk and then feigned seriousness, nodding. "Oui, mon amour? Protection, huh? Going to wrap my head in a condom?" he asked with a snigger.

Rogue slipped her fingers between her cleavage and couldn't help but smirk as she started to pull out a gauze scarf. While the bandana the other day had served its purpose, gauze was so much better for kissing. "I ain't into that kinda bondage, so ya just gonna have to work with this, sugar."

"I hope that's for kissing and not for, say, stringing me up by my cock," Remy joked and slid his hands up her arms. He tucked them in around her waist pulled her against him and then he smoothed his fingers slowly down over the curve of her arse.

"There goes my redecoratin' plan," Rogue laughed. "Here I was thinkin' I'd have ya as my centrepiece hangin' from the ceiling. Coulda perved on ya ass before bed every night..." Rogue closed her eyes briefly as his fingers touched her and let out a shuddering sigh as her body started to tingle. Every nerve cried out in ecstasy just from one small moment of Remy's touch, even through denim. She bunched a part of the scarf in her hand, and sucked on it to dampen the material before she held it up against the lower part of Remy's face. She looked into his red eyes and stood on tiptoes as she stretched up to kiss him, mouth pressing against his through the material.

The barrier didn't bother Remy. It never had. Rogue's skin had never bothered or frightened him either, which was probably why he wanted to so frequently smash her ex's face in just for the hell of it. He would never call her skin a disease, but how would anyone else overcome a hurdle like that? They would deal and work it. If anything Remy was well-versed in it was sexual aids and kinks. He had lost track of the interesting things he had tried over the years. A lot he liked, some he despised. This was definitely not one of the latter. He kissed her as deeply as the gauze allowed them, though of course it would never be quite like a skin-on-skin kiss. But that was the beauty of it. It was unique and it was Rogue... he couldn't deny that was a mix he savoured.

Rogue moaned quietly as she continued to kiss him, not wanting it to end for anything in the world. She was oblivious to the droplets of water that started to hit her arms and hair, tiny warnings of rain that was about to come. Nothing mattered right now except Remy, and tasting as much of him as she could through the scarf.

It started as a shower but in just moments, the rain was pelting down on them in large, heavy drops. Remy hadn't noticed the black clouds coming over and he couldn't help but slightly wonder if it was Storm's work trying to break up their kiss as a bit of a joke. It seemed most members of the X-Men had an inkling that Remy and Rogue were sniffing around each other again. He didn't care, though. Storm could do her worst and he wasn't fucking breaking this kiss yet for anything. He had her wrapped in a protective embrace, their bodies pressed as closely together as they could be given they were still fully clothed. He had waited two years for this... perhaps even double that... and it's what had kept him entertained on the long ride back to Xavier's. Only, there really had been less clothing in those fantasties. They were drenched before they realised, yet the kiss still lingered.


Pourquoi es-tu si sérieux = Why are you so serious


Part of Remy and Rogue's verse: luxure


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