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Starting Today	By : StarofChaos Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 12961 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Friday night, and the Bayville area’s only techno club was packed. Sultry beats tinged with French flowed through the speakers; matching the smooth Cajun that moved across the floor to a table in the back. Feminine eyes of every type followed his every step, but they might as well have not been there; a vision stayed in his mind’s eye, and no other would do.

Remy could hardly believe his good fortune. Last week at the coffee house had gone so much better than the first time they had met there; now that the ice had been broken between them some more, Rogue was more willing to open up to him and talk. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever enjoyed himself so much just talking to a femme, if it had ever happened. He was stuck fast. Just the sound of her rich, sweet voice flowing through his ears was enough to turn him on. It imprinted itself into his memory and his imagination used it later to voice the scripts of his fantasies.

*Kiss me Remy *

*Take me now Remy *

*I love you Remy *

They’d talked of everything and nothing; shared little pieces of themselves but not delving too deep into each other’s pasts. He was starting to wonder if he could trust her to share his secrets; who he was and what he had done. His everyday thief instincts screamed at him no, his past was too dark and couldn’t be shared with anyone; but that little voice in the back of his head that he had started listening to more and more was whispering to him that this was different, that SHE was different. That she could listen and accept him, and not back off in disgust. It was almost too much to hope for, but if there was even the smallest possibility then he had to take the chance. His private moments with Rogue were the highlights of his week, and the time spent away from her was becoming increasingly lonely. He’d gone out a few times, and tried flirting with some other girls just to prove to himself he could, but it just wasn’t the same. The others didn’t have the same fire, weren’t able to be a match for him. Not like Rogue.

His reverie was stopped by a flash of auburn and white coming through the door of the club. His cherie was dark beauty tonight. A black dress with spaghetti straps fell loosely to her knees, with an overdress of what appeared to be a crocheted net falling over it. Black silk gloves up to her elbows, platform sandals and a black velvet choker around her neck completed the picture. Her eyes seemed to pin him instantly from across the room, and she wore a tiny smile as she moved to join him. *Dieu, just watching that girl walk makes a man want to go to confession. *

“’allo Cherie, can I get you a drink?”

“Hiya Remy,” her smile brightened as she sat down near him, “I’ll take a coke, thanks.”

After he got their drinks they sat and chatted for a few minutes. Last week Remy had told her about Pyro’s writing career and Rogue thought it was hilarious that Kitty and Amara’s favorite romance novelist was an Acolyte.

“Kitty picked up his latest book this week; she and Amara are already arguing about when she’ll be done reading it. Being a princess I don’t see why Amara doesn’t just buy it herself, seeing the allowance she gets, but it’s hysterical watching them fight. It’s a good thing they don’t know who St. John Allerdyce really is; knowing them they’d probably try to get his autograph in our next battle with you guys, if not try to protect him from the rest of us.”

Remy smiled. “Are you saying you won’t protect Remy, Cherie?”

“Well, only so I can have the pleasure of kicking your ass myself, Swamp Rat.” Rogue grinned at him and took a sip of her drink.

“You wound me, Cherie.”

“You wish.”

Remy leaned closer and gazed into her eyes. “Have I told you how belle you look tonight, Rogue?”

She blushed. “Not yet, but I won’t stop you.”

“Well you do. Will you come dance with me, Cherie?”

“I was wondering why we were at a club if we weren’t going to do that sooner or later.”

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Rogue allowed herself the pleasure of taking Remy’s gloved hand in hers and following him out onto the dance floor. His beautiful behind was encased in leather pants that left little to the imagination, and his wine colored shirt set off his eyes wonderfully. *Oh lordy lordy, someone up there likes me tonight. *

Disturbed was singing about getting down with the sickness as Remy spun her facing away from him and pressed up behind her, the evidence of the effect she had on him brushing against her ass. She felt awkward, not having danced this close to anyone before; but he pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, “Shhhh.... just move with me.” His soft breath tickled her ear and she tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder as he moved them to the rhythm. One hand kept her anchored against him while the other moved slowly up her side, caressing her gently. She began to keep up with him on her own and he trailed his teeth down the side of her ear, careful to make sure no skin touched. The sensation made her gasp and press back against him, shivers going through her skin. She felt beautiful, desired. ALIVE. She felt so out of character from her normal state of being, and that alone made it all the more exciting. Remy made her feel almost normal. She couldn’t imagine being this way with anyone else, and wasn’t sure if she wanted to be.

The music changed but they moved to a rhythm of their own. Remy turned Rogue around in his arms until she was facing him, then drew her close again to continue moving against her. Anywhere else people would be telling them to get a room, but here it didn’t matter; there were other couples just as intense as they. Rogue grew bolder and ran her hands over Remy as freely as he ran his over her; gloved fingers feeling the muscles in his arms and chest, then stroking up his neck to play with his hair. Remy leaned to whisper hoarsely in her ear. “If Cherie keeps this up I can’t guarantee that you’ll make it home tonight.” Rogue blushed hard and buried her face in his chest, a little embarrassed by her boldness and the statement of his desire.

They continued to torture each other for the next hour or so, Remy even holding her close for the one slow song the DJ decided to throw in. Rogue was reminded of another night spent dancing in this man’s arms; the only difference being that the first time was more like fantasy while this was anything but. They acknowledged who each other was and the world around them.

Finally Rogue noticed that it was getting late, and reluctantly told Remy that she had to leave. Remy helped her with her wrap and escorted her outside. Before taking her to the car she had borrowed from the Institute though, he pulled her gently into the alley next to the club and pressed her against the wall of the building; burying his face in her shoulder and sighing.

“Cherie, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“I.....I think have an idea.” Remy’s warm breath near the skin of her neck was intoxicating, and she just wanted to melt right there. He lifted his face from her shoulder and reached into the pocket of his trench coat, pulling out a beautiful scarf of the sheerest burgundy silk. He rested the silk against her mouth as she stared up at him, unable to move, and just watched as his lips finally came to brush softly on hers. The touch was so light as to almost not be there; then it came again, firmer this time. Remy’s mouth was so warm against hers, she felt like purring as she slipped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. His moist tongue touched her lips and she opened her mouth for him, deepening the kiss. He tasted so good; they kissed slowly for several minutes, grabbing air when they could until a little moan escaped the back of Rogue’s throat as Remy broke the kiss and backed away from her.

“You need to go Cherie, before I can’t let you.” He sounded out of breath and his eyes glowed brighter than she had ever seen them. Reluctantly she brushed one more quick kiss against him before taking the scarf from her mouth and wrapping it from her neck. “Goodnight Swamp Rat.” She smiled softly at him.

“Goodnight River Rat.” Rogue looked at him strangely for a second, then laughed as she went to the car to return home.

When she got back to the institute she bamfed herself straight to the bathroom. *Guess there is one good thing about my powers; everyone thinks I went to the club with Risty and there’s no way in hell I want Wolverine to smell Remy on me. * She undressed and stepped into the shower; and while washing her hair she found the slow song they’d danced to earlier going through her head and she couldn’t help but do something she hadn’t done in ages. Sing in the shower.
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