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The party was in full swing, with the music pumping and
people halfway to shitfaced. Rogue had
taken Emma's suggestion and booked two rooms at the Hellfire Club, an almost
exclusive country club on the mainland that specialized in weddings, engagement
parties, and things of that sort. After
blindfolding the happy couple and using all the mutants' collective powers to
keep everything a secret, the two parties, groom's and bride's "last night
single" parties, separated and converged into two separate rooms. It was more like a dual room, with two
mirrors in the connecting wall. Each was
a two-sided mirror, with one showing the girls into the boys' room and just out
of sight one showing the boys into the girls' room. It had been specially designed for
bachelorette and bachelor parties, and Rogue was happy that she'd booked it. Of course, in a few minutes the boys wouldn't
be so happy that Sean had let Rogue do everything.

Thinking of her plans made Rogue giggle evilly and Betsy
took notice. "What are you laughing
at, luv?" Betsy was swaying on her stool, one of the few who were already
full-on drunk. As designated driver,
Rogue wasn't touching alcohol. Not that
she minded. She was getting a lot of
good black mail material tonight.

"Ah'm thinking of my dastardly plan."

Kitty laughed from where she was sipping her cosmopolitan
and ogling Piotr through the mirror, though he didn't know it. "What are you, like, planning?"

"Well..." Rogue listened as a slight bell-like
jingle started coming closer.
"Y'all are about to find out."

All twenty of the ladies, some mutants, some human, and
mostly young, turned to the door to watch a tall, muscled man saunter in. He was dressed in a black cowboy outfit. The bell sound had been his spurs turning. Betsy's mouth dropped open as she took in his
dark hair, deep tan, and obvious...large accoutrements.

"Oh, my god! Is
he what I think he is?!" Betsy asked, slightly drooling. The rest of the girls mimicked her actions,
though Jean struggled to keep her composure.

Rogue stood and moved behind the stripper, nicknamed James
the Gunslinger, and laughed. "Ah
introduce James...our entertainment."

James grinned in a lascivious manner and caused a few of the
girls, and Betsy's mother, to swoon. He
set his radio on the bar and pushed play.
Kid Rock's "Cowboy" started to play, and like that the feeding
frenzy began. James pulled off his
jacket, revealing his wife beater and oiled up skin. Unable to resist Rogue teasingly rubbed her
hand down his chest. Kitty screamed in
delight, and on the other side of the wall, the boys took notice.

For the most part Warren and Scott had ignored the mirror,
preferring to keep their minds on the game.
When the boys who had been looking yelled, they decided to take a
look. Leaving their cards where they
lay, the two joined Kurt and Remy at their mirror. Through it, they watched as Jean slipped a
twenty into one of James' "guns" and laughed.

"I'm not sure I like this," Scott said, watching
as his girlfriend shook her breasts at the stripper, who by now had removed his
shirt and was working on the pants.

"I know I don't," Warren replied. He elbowed Remy and nodded towards the
spectacle. "You know...that would
be a good profession for you."

"Haha, you're so funny, mon ami," Remy replied sarcastically, his eyes not on the male
stripper but on Rogue who was edging out of the room. He turned on impulse and decided to
follow. Before he could get out of the
room, a brightly colored obese woman stepped in. Needless to say, Remy froze. "Merde."

"What-" Warren turned and likewise froze.

"This the Worthington bachelor party?" The woman asked,
her voice deep and husky.

Remy smiled, suddenly figuring out what was going on. "Oui,
ch�re. Dis be Warren, de
groom!" Remy slapped Warren on the back and propelled him towards the older
stripper.

The woman grinned and plopped her own radio down, which
started blaring Tommy Lee's "Get Naked". With a laugh, the rest of the boys forced
Warren to sit. The woman was hilarious,
making jokes as she danced her way around Warren and teased the other
boys. In the corner, Sean hid his head
and cursed Rogue. He'd said to get a hot
stripper...

Rogue passed by the door at that moment and laughed at the
sight. Warren was blushing as the
stripper, whose name was Mary Jane, shoved her enormous breasts into his face
and jiggled. "Well...isn't that
interesting?" She asked in her husky Southern voice. Laughing she walked away, but she had grabbed
Remy's attention again and he followed.

Rogue didn't notice and continued towards the restroom. James' greasy chest had left her hand all
icky and she hadn't wanted to wipe it off in front of the group. They were way too drunk and having too much
fun. Rogue just wanted a sober second to
her sober self.

Behind her, Remy followed in the darkness, his red eyes
following every movement of her silky slip dress. It was bright red and meant to grab attention. By the way she'd been flirting with Sean on
the way over, he wasn't sure she meant it to grab his, but it had and now she
had to face the consequences.

Entering the ladies room, still oblivious, Rogue quickly
washed her hand and was drying it when she glanced in the mirror, just in time
to watch the Cajun slip in. He stood
there for a second, his eyes scathing as they glanced over her figure. Outside, music from both rooms echoed down,
now a mix of Akon's "Bellydancer" and some nameless Latin tune. In the restroom, it was silent.

Rogue set down the towel, but refused to turn to him. "What?"

"You look good, ch�re."

"Ah know."

Remy walked towards, Rogue, and every step made something
tighten in her abdomen, putting her on a tight rope with very little
balance. "You afraid?"

Rogue laughed but fell silent as the line of his body met
her's. "Of you? Never."

Remy passed his hand down her hair and settled it on her
hip, gripping it and pulling her tight against him. "You should be."

He sniffed at her neck before nipping her ear. Keeping one hand on her hip, he slid the
other around and fingered her long necklace where it lay between her
breasts. The low neckline caused the
necklace to slip inside her dress and his fingers followed. As his velvet digits rubbed over the top of
her breasts, she gasped and jerked against him.

"What are you doin', Swamp Rat?" Rogue said breathlessly.
His hand was holding her tightly at her waist, having slipped up there when
she'd jerked. It had pulled up her
already mini dress and she was now flashing her thigh highs.

"Remy's doin' what he's wanted to for six months, cher...why'd you leave me?" He
demanded in a suddenly serious voice.
Rogue caught his eyes in the mirror as his hand finally left her
cleavage, only to slide down her stomach to settle over her pelvis.

"Ah had to."

Remy shook his head and gripped her tighter. In the soft light of the mirror his eyes
burned liked flames and Rogue answered those flames with cool eyes. It infuriated him that she could be so cold
to him after all they'd been through. "Give
me a real answer, Rogue."

Remy slid his hand lower, so that it was now over the small
strip of cloth she was calling underwear.
He could feel the heat she was projecting through the lace and it called
to him, stirring him to life in his boxers and making said hand shake just a little. He used the tips of his fingers to rub gently
at her, making her whole body shake.

"We can't do this, Remy!" Rogue gasped aloud as
she slid her arms back around his neck and pulled him close. He smiled into her hair and pulled his hand
away. Rogue wanted to scream in
frustration. He had haunted her dreams
for six months, with the reality of having him and leaving him being far worse
than never having him at all. Who ever
had said that to love and lose was better than never loving at all had never
been fucked by a Cajun. Memories would
be her downfall, Rogue knew, aching for Remy as she was and he'd barely touched
her.

"We can, Rogue," Remy moaned into her hair and he
pushed the dress up further and exposed the pearly globes of her ass to him,
left bare by the thong, and press his erection against her. "We are."

Remy pushed Rogue forward so that she was bent at the waist,
her lower body still in contact with his, but her upper body leaning over so
much that she was about to spill out of her top. He watched as she struggled for air, causing
her chest to heave and draw his attention. In reaction, he unconsciously rubbed himself
against her, feeling her heat soak into his crotch area with every movement.

Remy was enjoying this set up so much so that he didn't hear
the steps coming that way until they were a few feet away. He jerked Rogue up and pulled her into a
stall with him scant seconds before two of the ladies came in. Before Rogue could object, he'd wrapped his
arms around her and had his mouth on her's.
Finally, she realized that they were no longer alone.

"Wow...that Scott is quite attractive."

Kitty's giggle floated into the air at Emma's words. "Yeah...I swear, every new girl at the
academy had a crush on him when they get there.
He's pretty devoted to Jean, though.
He's never even, like, looked at another girl...well, except for Rogue,
but that was before Jean."

Emma scoffed.
"Rogue? Well...Sean liked
her well enough. Where did she go
anyways?"

Remy scowled at a mention of Scott and Rogue in the same
sentence at looked down at the woman he had pressed against the stall. Outside, the women continued to chat as they
caught their breath and freshened their make up.

Rogue looked so shell-shocked as they stood there that he
couldn't resist a kiss. Of course, the
kiss led to touching and within seconds, Remy had her against the stall with
her legs around his waist. Her skirt was
bunched up around her own waist and the small thong was no protection against
the roughness of his jeans. He grinded
against her, eliciting a small sound that delighted him to no end. Still, the duo outside took no notice, having
been laughing when Rogue had squeaked.

Remy suddenly had an evil idea occur to him. He unzipped his pants and felt his erection
fall out and hit that throbbing area of Rogue's anatomy. She gave him a sharp glance and nodded to the
door, which while locked, gave no protection against noise. He merely grinned and ripped away her
underwear, causing her to jerk against him and make him moan.

"Did you hear that?"

Emma sighed.
"Hear what?"

"A noise, obviously." The two girls froze and went silent, just as
Remy started to slide his way home into Rogue.
Her mouth was open and she was gulping air but Remy could tell that she
wanted to moan. Silently laughing, he
began to move in and out, slowly, torturing his ch�re as she tried to move, but between him and the wall she had
nowhere to go. Remy started to move
faster, not caring that a soft smacking sound carried as he moved.

Rogue gasped and bit her lip. Remy was doing things to her, coiling a wire
tighter and tighter inside her until she was so tight that her heels were
drawing blood were they wrapped around his waist. Remy covered her mouth with his hand as he
slammed into her, causing her eyes to slam open and her mouth to open in a
silent scream.

"I don't hear anything.
You're drunk," Emma explained as she hurried from the restroom, all
too aware of what was going on since she was a telepath. Kitty followed, doubtful of what she'd heard
and hurried back for the encore performance of James. Inside the restroom, Remy replaced his hand
with his mouth and continued to fuck Rogue.

He was slamming into her so hard that her ass was making
slapping sounds as it hit the wall behind her.
With a pull of his strong arms, he'd snapped one of the strings holding
her dress up and had pulled it down to tug at her breasts with a free
hand. As Rogue convulsed around him,
Remy expected to blow but was pleasantly surprised when he continued to go
strong.

Tired of hitting the wall behind her, Rogue placed her feet
on the wall opposite, trying to gain some leverage. She got a little leverage with one foot on
top of the paper dispenser, but the other kept slipping and causing her to
slide down the wall, only to be pulled up again by Remy.

Sensing the problem, he took care of it by pulling said leg
up and over his shoulder. Then it became
a whole different ball game. He was hitting that spot, the one that made any
girl dissolve into a puddle of water.
Rogue didn't dissolve but Remy couldn't really tell through all the hot
wet he was thrusting into.

Things were getting hot in that stall, and it wasn't just
the temperature. What had started out as
a game had turned into a desperate attempt by both to mend something that was
broken.

Rogue gripped Remy's shoulder as she feared for her
sanity. She was seeing stars and
everyone of them was laughing at her as she screamed for Remy to fuck her
harder. He obliged and started to plunge
into her without mercy. The sounds of
their lovemaking echoed in the small space, with every small moan and sigh
driving Remy to possess Rogue with everything he had.

The walls of the stall were shaking and they were both so
slick with sweat that keeping leverage was getting hard. Remy showed no sign of letting up however. For five minutes, then ten he kept moving
inside her, through several orgasms of her own until it seemed like they'd been
together in that restroom forever.

Already sore from hitting the wall, Rogue was beginning to
chafe from the constant movement, not to mention the feel of his jeans on her
sensitive inner thighs. She was gripping
Remy to her and he was grunting in her ear, as much lost to the sensations as
she. She could barely see his face but
what she saw was anger so large that it was rage, and a sadness, and it was the
sadness that hit her hardest.

Rogue put both of her hands on his face and pulled it close
to her's. She spread kisses all over it
as he slowed down, not cumming but growing tired as she was, too. "Remy...baby...its okay...Ah love
you...Ah need you...please..."

That was all it took.
With a jerk and a loud moan, Remy shot into her one last time, and came,
causing her to orgasm again. They held
each other like that for a few minutes, both of them exhausted.

"Did you mean it, ch�re?"

Rogue raised her heavy-lidded eyes and stared at him in
question. "Hmmm?"

Remy slammed his hand into the wall beside her face and woke
her up. "Do you love me, Rogue?"

"Yes...Ah always have," Rogue stated, completely
sure of her feelings, just as she had been six months ago. It had never been her feelings that she
questioned...it had always been his.
Even now, in a restroom at her ex-boyfriend's bachelor party, with Remy
still deep inside of her and his seed on her thighs, she wasn't sure what Remy
felt. It was this situation that she'd
always sought to avoid.

"Why'd you leave?
Why'd you leave me if you loved me?"

Rogue set her head against his shoulder and pulled him close. "Ah left because I loved you."

Remy shook his head.
"No...dat's not an answer."

Rogue pushed Remy away and waited until he'd set her down to
speak. "It's the right
answer."

She picked up her thong, but it was too torn to wear. Sighing she opened the stall and started to
leave. Then she caught sight of herself
in the mirror. She looked liked she'd
been ravished. There were whisker burns
on her face and chest, and the sexy, but sweet dress she'd put on mere hours
ago was ruined. One strap was broke, it
was wrinkled, and there were small stains on the hem. Her hair fell around her face in careless
curls, and her make up was smeared.
Behind her, Remy didn't look much better.

"What do you see, when you look at me?"

Remy caught her eyes in the mirror, his red against her
green. "Now?" She nodded.
"I see de woman I love, I see my work on you like a visible mark on
your skin." Remy wrapped his hand
around her neck and drew her close, her back to his front, mirroring how this
entire situation had started. He ran a
finger down her neck, stopping on each of the small hickeys he'd placed
there. "Dese are my marks. I made dem.
Dey means dat you are mine."

Rogue sighed, and asked the one question she'd been thinking
for four fucking years. "Do you
love me?"

Remy stared into her tearing eyes and didn't look away. "Yes.
I have always loved you, ch�re. Since de day I took you home to mon p�re."

Rogue smiled bitterly.
"Ah didn't know. How could
Ah? It doesn't matter."

Rogue started to leave, but Remy's steely grip on her wrist wouldn�t
let her. "What do you mean, it
doesn' matter!? It matters to Remy,
damnit!"

"Ah can't go back to who Ah was six months ago. Ah won't."

Remy smiled, and it was bright and shiny and mesmerized
Rogue. "I don' want you to, ch�re." He rubbed away the
tear that had fallen from her eye and gently brought her close. "I come here. I stay with you."

"You goin' to stay with me? What makes you think Ah want you?"

Remy grinned, but it wasn't gentle or soft. "What makes you t'ink you have a
choice?"

Rogue started to protest but his lips were on her's and
something momentous was happening.
Things were righting themselves in the universe and somewhere Fate was
taking notice. Remy didn't let up but
kissed Rogue until she stopped protesting and was holding on to him just as
tight.

"You wanna blow dis joint, ch�re?
Go find somewhere private?"

Rogue smiled through her tears and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Before they left, Remy threw his jacket over her
shoulders. Instead of saying good bye,
the couple snuck out the back door.
After all, they wouldn't be missed and it was still several hours until
the club would close and the parties would be over. The duo wanted some time alone in the house before
then. Little did they know as they
stared at each other on the boat ride over that the house wasn't as empty as
they thought.

*****

YOWL! LIKE A FOX!
Yeah, baby! Our fav couple is back
together, and despite still needing to have a good long talk, they're on their
way to a happy ending. Only a couple
more chapters left, and don't worry! That pesky plot thing is so not lasting
long...it just needs to work itself out a little!

Smooches!
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