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The Little Death	By : coldqueen Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 6556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wow...last chapter!
Wow...I'm so shocked...I think this is the best short story I've ever
done! Well, at least, that's what my
wonderful reviewers are telling me!
Smooches to everyone who has me on alert and this story! I'm grateful that you all loved it! So...onwards we go...

As always, dedicated to Eileen
Blazer (should she ever update...yes, that was a hint) and Thriller...who did update! And I love her for it! Both of these writers are almost as good as
me...lol...j/k! They're both waaay
better...

And on that note, the song that you absolutely MUST listen
to as a soundtrack for this chapter (there's actually a song that I listen to
for every story I write, I just rarely mention it), back to the point, the
soundtrack song for this chapter is Damien Rice's (my future husband) Insane.
Absolutely wonderful song that I couldn't stop listening to while I
wrote this. Listen to that and you will
know what inspired the finale chapter of Little
Death!

****

Six Months Later

Shadows moved over the walls, a couple so entwined into each
other that they didn't notice the beautiful sunrise, or the call of the birds
outside their window. So lost in each
other, that the only things they felt were sensations and love. Intense, blinding love. Love so deep that neither felt they could
breathe another breath without one another.
So deep that the merest touch of flesh was enough to have them shaking
in need. So deep and so big was their
love that they'd finally surrendered to it and stopped running for the first
time in their lives.

She felt him stir on top of her and her arms automatically
wrapped around his shoulders, refusing to allow him to move. He was too heavy to stay there, but she
welcomed the weight of him, recognizing it for what it was, a gift.

He concentrated on the skin between neck and shoulder, that
spot that caused her the most pleasure as sensitive as it was. He nuzzled at it, before nipping lightly,
eliciting a gasp and stretching shiver from her. He knew all her spots.

"Do you know what people call an orgasm, ch�re?"

Rogue laughed.
"Yes, Ah do."

"Tell me, Rogue," he whispered on her skin,
refusing to move, covering her with his body.
As the cool morning air drifted in from the sea, she squirmed, but was
well used to his tricks.

"They call it petit
morte."

Remy nuzzled at her cheek until she looked him into his
eyes, his mesmerizing red on black eyes.
"And what does it mean?"

"It means," Rogue started, gasping as he began to
move against her, grinding his pants-clad hips against her's. She started again. "It means little death."

Remy laughed against her skin and Rogue relished the sensation. "Would you die for me, ch�re?"

Rogue became serious for a moment. "Ah did.
Everyday, Rem'."

Remy responded in kind.
"Whose fault was it?"

Rogue scowled.
"Mine...but Ah still blame you."

Remy levied himself up over her, his hips still in contact
but most of his weight supported on his arms.
"Don' blame me, ch�re. I was
not de only one avoidin' dis."

Rogue smiled and traced her fingers on the small pink scar
on his chest. "Ah know. Ah'm not anymore...but still...you
asked."

Remy smiled and touched his nose to her's. "I love you, ch�re."

"You love all women..."

"I love you most."

"Thank gawd for that."

Remy kissed her once, quick and hard. "We got to get going, ch�re...don' wanna
be late."

Rogue smiled as she watched her man walk around their room
shirtless. His scar reminded her of how
close she'd come to losing him, this time to death. He'd survived, but only recently had he been
fully recovered. Funny how a knife in a
heart could change how you view the world.
"Why do Ah have to wear a dress again?"

Remy grinned into the mirror as he pulled a shirt on. Rogue was lying in bed, covered only in a
negligee, sleeping as she had been when he'd barged in to play. "Tradition, ch�re. Don' blame me. Remy wanted to run away together."

"Kitty would've killed me."

Remy laughed.
"Probably, but you wouldn't have to wear dat dress."

"Speaking of which, aren't you not supposed to see
me?"

"Remy is all for traditions, ch�re...but not all of
dem."

Just then, a knock came from the door and several women
could be heard. It had been Jean's
suggestion to have a morning ceremony, and non-morning people as Remy and Rogue
were, they were regretting it already.

"You better run, sugah...we're a very superstitious
bunch of X Men."

Remy grinned and paused on the window sill, blowing a kiss
to Rogue and falling away only seconds before the girls barged in.

"Rogue! You're
still in bed? We need to start your
make-up and hair and you haven't even taken a shower, yet!" Kitty
screeched, as only the maid of honor could.
Rogue was proud though, for Kitty hadn't said "like" or
"totally" once during that little speech.

"Ah'm going!
Ah'm going!" Rogue said, rising and heading for the bathroom.

Jean grinned and noticed something that the other girls had
missed. "Hey, Rogue?"

Rogue poked her head back out. "What?!"

"I hope it was Remy who left these here?" Jean
said with a cat-just-ate-the-bird grin on her face, using an eyeliner stick to
lift up a pair of silk red-hearts-on-white boxers.

"Ah don' know what you're talking about...Ah assumed they
were Scott's...feisty man that he is..." Rogue replied, struggling to keep
a straight face. Finally, with a giggle,
she closed the door and started to prepare for the biggest day in her life.

***

The ceremony was as beautiful as the laughing and grinning
bride and groom would let it be. Set up
near a cliff that overlooked the ocean, the coordinators used a small tent to
try and shield everyone from the wind.
It looked picturesque with all the ribbons and long dresses flowing in
one direction thanks to the fierce wind, but it was horrible on the bride. At everyone's urging she'd gone with a
semi-traditional wedding dress. It was
off-white, off the shoulder, and luscious.
It had a small train and a long, almost opaque veil.

Remy had to trust that it was actually Rogue underneath
there, but the small glimpse of a Queen of Hearts card tattooed just under her
shoulder blades confirmed it for him.
With the wind blowing and such a long veil, Rogue was almost choking.

Finally, halfway through the priest's "Love is a
fountain..." speech, the couple was tired of the damn veil, which had
slapped everyone close enough at least five times. Remy grinned at Rogue as she ripped it
off. Now, with her hair tumbling loose
around her shoulders and her face flush with annoyance, he recognized his
bride.

Ignoring everyone around them, he drew her close and kissed
her, one of the back-bending, foot-raising kisses that most romantic comedy
movies are all about. The women
sniffled, the men coughed and looked away, and the priest stood there in
confusion, for he hadn't said "Kiss the bride" yet. The two of them were too into one another to
realize that, and with limp fingers Rogue's veil took off into the wind and her
flowers fell to the floor. Remy wrapped
his hand in her hair and pulled her even closer.

Finally, they eased away to much laughter and applause. Blushing, they indicated for the ceremony to
continue.

"Do you, Remy Lawrence LeBeau take this woman, Anna
Marie Darkholme, to be your lawfully wedded wife...through thick and
thin...richness-"

"Remy do, he does, he does!" Remy replied, interrupting
the priest as he brushed his nose against Rogue's, who was still grinning from
the kiss.

The priest bustled, but continued. "Do you, Anna Marie-"

"Rogue. My name
is Rogue."

The priest sighed.
"Do you, Rogue, take this man to be your lawfully-"

"Ah do."

"If there should be anyone present who does not agree
that these two should be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," the
priest officiated, his eyes glancing around for any takers. Finally, he continued. "I know pronounce you man and wife, you
may-...Oh, for God's sake."

Remy and Rogue were already kissing, too impatient to wait
for the priest to finish. With a growl,
Remy lifted Rogue into the air and spun her around. The audience applauded as the two began to
walk down the aisle, wide grins on their faces, and their future more clear to
the people on that day than any psychic could see.

With a laugh, Rogue turned at the end and gestured for
everyone to be quiet. "Remy and Ah
have an announcement and its part of the reason that this wedding had to happen
so quickly..."

Kitty laughed.
"Yeah, it had nothing to do with, like, Logan threatening to cut
Remy open if y'all didn't."

"It doesn't! We
were gonna get married, just not this quick!" Remy defended, though he was
still slightly hiding behind Rogue as Logan rose with everyone else who had
been about to follow the couple.

Rogue elbowed Remy in the gut and spoke again. "Remy and Ah are very happy to tell all
our friends, that we are expecting a baby!"

Remy grinned.
"Two actually. Remy is very
virile."

"Oh, Ah bet."

"Don' need to chere, you know from experience."

"Keep up that lip and you can take that experience
and-"

"Remy love his Rogue."

"This Rogue is gonna kick your ass..."

****

That is the end! *sob, tear* I am sad, but I'm also happy. I think I did a good job. So...onto my final reviewer responses!
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