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The atmosphere in the posh restaurant was tense. The two main contributors were in a stare off
of sorts. Neither wanted to give in and
neither was amenable enough to speak first.
The waiter took care of that by coming to take drink orders.

The woman ordered a martini and the man a scotch. When the waiter left Rogue finally gave in to
the urge to speak. "What do you
want me to say, Warren?"

The man leaned forward and stared at the woman
intently. "Tell me yes. Come with me to England, Rogue! Leave this life behind before it destroys
you." Warren urged her with a plea
in his eyes.

"Destroys me?
Warren, Ah have been with the X Men for five years. It ain't destroyed me yet."

Warren leaned back into his chair and took a gulp of the
scotch the waiter put before him, waving him off before the man could take
their food orders. "I'm not talking
about that and you know it." Rogue
stared obstinately at him, then looked down to peruse her menu. "Rogue-..."

"Ah don't want to talk about it."

"He doesn't even see you, Rogue! Day in and day out you pine for him, and
night in and night out he leaves to find female companionship elsewhere. Remy doesn't give a shit about you. He doesn't see you!"

Rogue slammed her menu down.
"And you do? Do you see me,
Warren?!"

"I love you.
I've loved you since the night I carried you in my arms through the New
York skyline. I would do anything for
you. It kills me to see you
hurting," Warren pleaded, the sincerity in his voice sparking glances from
the tables around them.

"It kills me too.
To think of leaving. Xavier's is
my home."

"I'll make you a new home."

"They need me."

"No, they don't.
The X Men have so many new recruits that they only use you in a teaching
capacity now. They don't need you in
that way."

Rogue looked down and when she looked up there were tears in
her eyes. "Ah need them. Ah need the routine that Ah have with
them. What will Ah do without it?"

Warren felt his heart breaking at her tears but knew that it
was too late to stop. "You'll make
a new one. What kind of routine is your
life, Rogue? During the day, you
teach. During the night, you lust for a
man you can never have."

Rogue laughed, and it was bitter. "And you? You lust for me when you can't have me."

Warren smiled and looked just as bitter as she sounded. "I don't care, but you know it's not
true. Professor Xavier has said many
times that if you wanted you could control your powers. There is nothing physical about it. It's all in your mind."

"Then why can't Ah?!
Ah try and Ah try and it never stops!" Rogue said loudly, finally allowing her tears
to fall. Her emerald eyes shone with the
light of them and in that moment Warren knew that he would do anything for her.

"It's the place, Rogue.
You are so complacent in this place that you can't stop. Come to England with me. Help me set up the new school. While we're there I'll get the best doctors
and people to help."

"Is that it, Warren?
You want me to go with you so that eventually you'll be able to have my
body?" Rogue asked quietly. "You want me?" Rogue pulled her blouse apart a little and
flashed her upper breasts to the winged mutant in front of her. "You want to possess me?"

Warren looked away in anger.
"That's not it, and you damn well know it. I love you.
I love you like no person has ever loved you. If you stay, I don't know if I'll be able to
live without you. You're the reason I
joined the X Men. So I could be near
you."

Rogue sighed.
"And my feelings? What about
them?"

"They are what they are. I'm tired of arguing with you. I won't wait for you forever, Rogue,"
Warren said quietly, before gesturing for the waiter to return and take their
order.

Rogue sat there quietly while he ordered for them and
watched as he finished off his scotch.
"Do you know...that when Gambit first came to Institute...Ah waited
for days for him to approach me? Ah was
sure that he would and Ah was all fired up to turn him down on any offer he
made. Just a month and a half before, he
had taken me to New Orleans and Ah thought we'd made a connection. Ah was attracted, so attracted."

Rogue sat there for a moment in silence and knew that Warren
was studying her face through his azure eyes.
"He never approached me. He
flirted, yes, but he flirts with every woman.
It hurt. But soon Ah welcomed
even that pain. Sometimes Ah think Ah'm
still waiting for him to see me and to come to me." Rogue was crying now, her Goth make-up
smearing on her face as she rubbed at it.
"Ah don't want to wait anymore, Warren, but Ah'm not sure how to
stop."

Warren fell from his chair and knelt in front of Rogue, his
hands gripping her arms where they were wrapped around herself. "Marry me, Rogue. Let me take away your pain."

Rogue clenched her gloved hands on his larger ones and
nodded. "Ah'll go with you to
England. But not that. Not yet."

Warren nodded.
"Not yet? That's gives me
hope."

Rogue smiled through her tears and knew that she must look
like hell. "Well...that makes me
hungry. Where's our food?"

Warren smiled back as he settled back into his chair, still
holding her hand. "It's
coming. We'll...uh...leave in two
days. Xavier has meetings and papers for
me to sign before we go."

Rogue stared at her empty plate and nodded to herself. She was leaving. Leaving the Institute. Leaving her team. Leaving Remy.
And somewhere deep inside, her heart eased. Finally.

*****

When Rogue and Warren returned home to the Institute, only a
few windows were still lit up. Warren's
driver opened the back doors of the sleek town car Warren had rented and let
the overly inebriated duo out onto the front steps. As they both tripped on the first step they
burst out laughing. Rogue's chignon had
come undone somewhere around Highway 95, and Warren had removed his overcoat
that hid his wings somewhere around the same spot. Warren was laughing so hard
that he was losing feathers on the steps and as they fell about them much like
snow, he wrapped his arm around Rogue's waist and pulled her close. "Give me a kiss?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you.
And we're moving in together?"
Warren said in a slightly slurred voice.
For once they were both happy, if slightly oblivious to the audience
watching them from behind the curtains of the study that just happened to have
a great view of the front steps.

"What are they doing?" Kitty asked, her view being
blocked by Kurt's big blue head.

"Nothing. They
are just standing there," he whispered in his slight German accent.

Jean giggled.
"Why are we whispering?"

Kitty giggled back.
"We don't want them to hear us."

Scott, Remy, and Logan glanced at each other over their
respective reading materials at the other end of the study. Finally the curiosity got the better of them.

"Who are you three looking at?" Scott asked.

Kitty giggled again.
"Warren and Rogue."

At the name of his paramour, Remy perked up. "Why?"

Kitty and Jean giggled together before walking away from the
window and over to the men. "Didn't
anyone tell you, Remy?" Jean asked,
with a glint in her eye.

"Non, what?"

"Warren asked Rogue to dinner."

"And she agreed?"
Remy asked incredulous. Since he
had come to the Institute four years ago, he had never known Rogue to go on a
date. He had been very observant of the
woman, having a massive lust on her since they had met had pretty much
guaranteed that. He had not approached
her however. Something in her and his
fascination with her had frightened Remy.
Something that had spoken of long commitments and dreams that a playboy
such as himself should never have.

"Yep. And I know
something that none of you know!"
Kitty said, excited beyond her wildest dreams. It wasn't often that she knew gossip before
anyone else and this bit was juicy.

"What?" They all asked, excluding Logan who would
not deign to lower himself to asking for gossip.

"Warren is going to ask Rogue to go to England with
him!"

"Really?"
Logan said the first to get over his shock. The rest were still kind of open mouthed.

Kitty nodded before almost falling off the couch
laughing. "I mean...like...wow! That gorgeous millionaire with looks of an
angel wants her to like...marry him!"

"Marriage? With
Rogue?" Remy asked, not sure what
to say. It had never occurred to him
that she would leave. That she would
abandon the X Men so that she could live with another man in some far away
place. Somewhere where he couldn't look
at her everyday and suffer the thoughts of things he would do but couldn't.

"Yeah...are you like deaf, Remy?" Kitty asked, still in full blown giggle fit.

From the window, Kurt made an outraged sound. "He's making out with mein schweister on
the front steps! I'll kill
him!" Kurt yelled before bamfing
away.

"Oh, shit!"
Kitty said before running and phasing through the walls and towards the
front door. The others followed at a
slightly slower pace but still got there in time to watch Kitty pull open the
door.

On the front steps, with Rogue laughing away riotously, Kurt
was on top of Warren choking him. Kitty
stood there with a shocked look on her face, while the others quickly pulled
Kurt off. Warren sat there on the front
steps and looked up at the crowd around them with a silly grin on his face,
despite the black eye already forming.
"I asked Rogue to marry me..." He explained before passing
out.

Everyone looked at Rogue and even Kurt stopped struggling
enough to look at her. Rogue grinned and
stopped laughing. "Ah said
yes." She started giggling again
and finally had to be carried to her room by Logan.

The others took care of Warren and Rogue wrapped her arms
around Logan as he carried her up the stairs.
"You okay, Stripes?"

"Yeah. Ah'm
great! We're not getting married
immediately. We're going to settle in
first. Then Ah said we'd think about it,
but he's sure, Logan. He wants to marry
me and said nothin' Ah said would change that.
He loves me." Unlike a certain other someone, Rogue
thought and felt tears prick her eyes. Will my pain ever stop?

"Yeah, well. You
probably won't remember half of what he said in the morning. You're drunk, baby girl."

"Yeah...Ah know...it's wonderful!"

Logan smiled and it was more like a hyena grin than his
usual smile. Rogue could feel him doing
something with his hands behind him and heard water start running. "Logan...what are you doing?"

He started to lower her gently but when she started to fight
he dropped her...hard...into the bathtub...Then, chuckling evilly, he turned on
the shower and ice cold water beat down on Rogue. Struggling to get up, she screamed obscenities
at Logan as he left her there to suffer.

Now disturbingly sober, Rogue stomped her way from the
bathroom to her room and delighted in slamming the door. Since it was the summer no students were at
the Institute, all of them preferring to go on vacation or home to their
families. Rogue could hear that several
of her friends were still trying to help Angel up to bed but didn't go
help. She needed some time alone. Things were happening at a rate that was
starting to give Rogue a head ache.

Rogue began to strip off her clothes, draping the long black
dress over a chair to dry. It had a slit
in the side, slightly ripped higher by Logan's man handling, and was one of
Rogue's most expensive dresses. Now it
would have to be sent to the dry cleaners thanks to Logan's lesson.

Rogue walked around her room in her underwear and high heels
and was reaching for her robe when a slow applause started to come from the
shadows on the other side of the room.
Rogue didn't turn, already knowing who it was.

"What do you want?"

A match flared to life and briefly illuminated his
face. "Me, ch�re?
After that show, I don' need a t'ing."

Rogue tied her robe and turned slowly to study the man
slouching against her dresser.
"Leave."

"It dat any way to treat a guest, Rogue?"

Rogue gritted her teeth, no where in any mood to deal with
him at the moment. "Uninvited
guests don't get courtesy."

Remy ground out his cigarette against his boot heel and
slowly walked towards her. Rogue took a
small step back and felt the edge of the closet door bite into her back. It hurt her just enough to make her
brave. "Why are you here?"

Remy stopped mere inches away and slowly pushed a wet strand
of white hair off her face. "If
Remy knew that, ch�re, he'd
know everyt'ing."

Remy started to step closer, but Rogue put her hand on his
chest and stopped him.
"Don't."

"Why not?"
Remy asked with a bitter note, leaning down to sniff at her hair. Rogue turned her face away and slid
away. She walked to the door and opened
it.

"Because Ah said, sugah. Now get out."

Remy shrugged and moved as if to walk out, then in a
surprise move, slammed the door and pushed Rogue against it. Rogue put her hands on his chest to keep him
from come too close, but their legs were interlinked and she could feel every
inch of him pressed hard against
her. "Why are you doing this? Is it cause Ah'm with Warren, now? Does that get you? That Ah'm not goin' to pine after you
anymore?" Rogue asked, deliberately
trying to hurt him. She wanted him far
away, where he couldn't evoke the reaction that he was. Her legs were weak and she wanted desperately
to lean into his embrace. He was making
her all tight and wet at the same time as he wound her up and made her want to
scream.

Remy grinded his manhood against Rogue and reaching down
lift one of her legs around his own so that their contact was much more
intimate. Then he started to grind
again. Biting down his own moan, he felt
Rogue begin to respond, even through his jeans.
"Warren? He got nothin' to d
with us Rogue."

Rogue slapped at his chest.
"Four years, Remy? Four
years Ah waited, and you make your move the night Ah decide to be with
Warren? Some coincidence,
sugah!" Rogue panted. She was sweating and knew that Remy knew how
she was reacting. She had to make him
let her go.

Rogue grinned and instead of pushing him away, pulled Remy
close. "Aren't you afraid,
Rem'? What about my powers? Don' want me to know all your lil' secrets
then Ah suggest you let me go."

Remy laughed and stepped away. Rogue felt disappointment but knew it was for
the best. She stepped away from the door
and reached for the knob but Remy grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the
bed. Rogue pulled at him. "Stop.
What are you doin'?"

"Ch�re,
I'm doin' somethin' I shoulda done a long time ago." Remy pushed Rogue on the bed and straddled
her close. "I'm doin' something we
shoulda done a long time ago."

"Remy...we shouldn't..." Rogue started but was interrupted when Remy
flipped her over onto her knees.
"Remy!"

Remy pulled her by her hips and grinded into her rear,
watching as Rogue started to claw at the sheets. "You like it, Rogue? When I touch you here?"

Rogue refused to answer and gasped when Remy pulled her up
by the hair so that they were both kneeling on the bed, her back to his
front. He used one hand to hold her
close and the other to untie her robe.
Rogue tried to push his hands away but Remy pulled down her robe and
trapped her hands in it. Without his
moving the robe from between them there was no way to get her hands free.

"Remy..."

"Rogue...you notice your powers? They no work with me. You know why?"

Rogue opened her eyes wide and realized what he was
saying. On the porch, when she'd been
with Warren she'd started to drain him and had pushed him down to stop the
pull. With Remy, on her bed, he was
touching her skin to skin and nothing was happening. Even as she thought it, though, her powers
kicked on and started to pull.

Remy felt it and growled.
"Oh, no, ch�re. Not tonight.
Tonight, you're mine." Remy
bit down on Rogue's neck at the same time he slid a hand down into her
panties. The twin shocks distracted
Rogue enough that she subconscious kicked her powers back off. Remy grinned and kissed his way back up her
neck to Rogue's ear. "You know why
they no work with me, Rogue? Cause
you're mine. All of you. And nothin' you do is goin' to change
that."

Remy slid a finger into Rogue and she jerked against him as
his slightly roughened digit started to move.
"Remy...what are you doing to me?" She gasped into the air, pulling at her hands,
knowing that she was at his mercy.

"I'm makin' love to you Rogue. No one will do to you what I can, Rogue. No one," Remy whispered against her
neck. Rogue was started to jerk harder
and he could feel her clench around his finger.
Grinning evilly he slid another longer finger in with the one and
laughed a bit when Rogue moaned.
Unconsciously her legs opened wider for his fingers and Remy took
advantage by sliding a leg in between.
The feel of his leg and his fingers between her legs made Rogue moan and
she started slide against his leg, forcing his fingers deeper.

"Dat's it, ch�re...you
like it? When I touch you?"

Rogue nodded, her head thrown back onto his shoulder so that
he could see her biting her lips to keep from moaning. The sight of her slightly bouncing chest had
Remy salivating. He used his free hand
to roughly grasp one of her breasts and pull her closer. He tweaked her nipple and laughed when Rogue
gasped.

"D'you know how long I've wanted you, Rogue? Since I firs' saw you, in da fight with
Magneto. Even then I wanted to push you
agains' the wall and fuck you. Dat excite
you, ch�re?" Remy could tell it did
by the way she creamed around his fingers.
"D'you know how I stayed away for so long, Rogue?"

Rogue was almost about to orgasm and could barely hear his
words but she shook her head anyways.
"No...Remy...please...Ah..."

"I know, Rogue," Remy laughed, moving his fingers
faster and faster and gripping her closer and rougher than before. "But do you know? I could stay away because every time I fucked
another woman, I saw your face. I saw
your body and I screamed your name.
Every time I touched myself I saw your face, I imagined it was your
mouth on my cock and it made me cum every time."

Rogue's eyes snapped open as wave after wave of euphoria
moved through her body. It was like that
part of her was pulsing and every time it did a new synapse fired in her
body. She felt weak and strong and horny
all at once. At the same time, Remy
pushed another finger into her already wet and sensitive body and pushed her to
higher pleasure.

"Remy....please!"

Remy laughed.
"Please, what?"

"Ah...Ah..."

"What, Rogue? All you have to do is say it..."

"Ah need you!"

Remy stopped laughing and bit at her neck. "Need me? Where?"

"Ah need you...in me...hard..."

Just saying the words pushed Rogue over the edge and she
came onto his hand, screaming into his mouth.

Remy wasted no time divulging himself and Rogue of their
remaining clothes. By the time Rogue was
aware enough to even speak after that mind-blowing orgasm, Remy already had her
on her back and was poised to take her.

"Remy?"

Remy froze, so tight with tension that he was shaking a
bit. He leaned down and kissed Rogue
softly. "Yeah?"

Remy had his eyes closed so he only felt her smile. "Ah need you."

Remy smiled back and sank into her slowly while he kissed
her for the first time. The twin
penetrations of his tongue in her mouth and his dick in her pussy made Rogue
shiver in delight and wriggle in need.
Unlike the fevered possession of her body like before, this time Remy
went slow. He moved in and out in slow,
measured movements, designed to drive Rogue out of her mind.

Soon, she was slowly going up the escalating path of orgasm
and was taking him with her this time.
He kept to the pace, however, and had her begging for more.

"Remy...please..."

"Please...what?
God, I love your body...what do you need Rogue?"

"Ah need you...faster...harder...you're killing
me!" It was the desperate note in
her voice that finally got Remy to take notice.

Remy kissed her fiercely, losing all rhythm and rhyme in the
face of the love of his woman. She
needed him, and he couldn't deny her.

He began to thrust deeply, slamming into without care. The only sounds that were made after that
were moans and guttural slaps as they took of each other in a feast of flesh. Neither cared how much noise they made, nor
did they care that along with love marks, tomorrow there would be bruises and
scratches. What began as a slow,
torturous love-making was devolving into violent fucking that was more about
taking the other than the love that had brought the two together.

Rogue writhed beneath Remy's ministrations as his rough, combat
worn hands rushed over her body and pulled her closer. She felt small and feminine beneath him and
reveled in it. She had never felt
so...like a woman than she did in this moment.
She never wanted to give that feeling up.

Remy couldn't think.
All he could do was feel. Feel
how soft she was beneath him. Feel how
hot they were getting as the friction rose higher and higher. And feel how right it felt to be inside
her. He never wanted to let go.

Even as they both thought it, the spiraling pleasure wound
tighter and tighter between them until a familiar feeling started to burn where
they connected. Rogue squeezed her
thighs around Remy's hips and bit her lip.

"Remy...oh...Gawd...Ah can't..."

Remy grinned as sweat poured down his face and he slammed a
bit harder into her. "Don't hold
on, Rogue...I'll catch you...I promise..."

Rogue screamed as she came, and it was like the world was
brighter and quieter and all that was left was her and Remy and what he was
doing to her. A nuclear bomb could have
gone off and she'd not have noticed. As
Remy began to move faster and faster inside her, finally slamming himself over
spot inside her that started a whole different sort of pleasure, Rogue
screamed. Waves of pleasure were
streaming out of her core and her legs fell from his hips in weakness. She was limp, a victim to the pleasure that
made it impossible for her to move.

As Rogue finally hit her peak, she clenched around him and
even as she eased down and out, she was pulling Remy to his peak. As he thrust into her one last time, his seed
streamed out, jetting into the secret crevices of her body, claiming her as
his.

Remy collapsed on top of her, as weak as she. That had been the most powerful sex he'd ever
had and even the thought of doing it again couldn't get a physical reaction out
of him. He was just...done.

They fell asleep like that, curled together in exhaustion,
his head on her breast, and her hands in his hair. In the morning, he would wake alone. Rogue would be gone.

*****

A/N Okay...so...do we like?
Do we want more? Cause I've got
more in mind. Wanna preview of the next
chapter? Let's just say that tonight's
"action" didn't alter Rogue's plans one bit...okay...maybe a bit.
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