Walking further into the room, Rogue lit a cigarette and settled herself on the bed.
Smiling up at Remy she offered him a one, “It’s been a while sugah‘.”
“Nearly three years, you’re looking good chere‘.” He answered before declining.
“Feeling good too.”
“As de Remy remembers, you always did.” He flirted, the memories bringing a smile to his face.
“That why ya’ here? A quickie fahr old times sake.” Rogue asked playfully.
“No petite, Remy not like dat no more.”
“Try selling that somewhere else sugah‘ cos de Rogue remember de Gambit.”
“Remy a changed man chere‘.”
“Really? So if ah stripped naked right here, right now, you wouldn’t be between mah’ legs quicker than greased lightnin‘?”
“No, this Cajun‘s got a girlfriend.”
“Never stopped ya‘ before.” Rogue teased, giving Remy a wink before pulling her top off.
“What you doin’?” Remy groaned, hoping against all hope that she‘d stop.
“What’s it look like sugah‘?” Came the reply as Rogue stood before him in nothing but a scrap of green lace underwear.
“Remy here to talk, and not interested in this chere‘.”
Pushing her body flush against his, Rogue trailed a lazy hand down his body to the evidence she sought.
Cooing, she answered with a long stroke, “Ah’d say you’re *very* interested.”
Feeling Remy’s hands encircle her waist, she moulded her body tighter against his; staring into his red eyes. Sensing his internal struggle, Rogue became increasingly frustrated; eventually turning away.
“Remy, ya’ got three choices: tell meh what the fuck you want, fuck me or fuck off.”
Straightening himself out, he gave her the once over; his heart narrowly winning in the fight against his body.
“Chere’, de Remy wants you to leave,” He answered.
Rising from the bed where she’d perched herself, Rogue pulled on her clothes.
“Not exactly what I was expecting.”
“Sorry chere‘, but de Remy told you that he has a-”
“Girlfriend.” Rogue finished, then added, “So ya’ got a thing for white hair, huh? Who knew?”
“How di-” Remy began, clearly shocked.
Rogue laughed, tapping a finger to the side of her head.
“Right, Remy forgot.”
“Shame on you.” She mock-pouted, “Actually, double shame, for settling down with such a lousy lay.”
“Ce qui?” Remy asked, thinking that he’d misinterpreted the comment.
“Well, she just seems a bit cold… you know leashed. What a letdown, especially after all the hype.”
“Rogue.”
“Oh right, ya’ wanted meh to leave”
“No, no.”
“No? Jeez Remy, make up ya‘ mind.”
“No, Remy wants you to leave *after* you tell him what you meant by dat’.”
“Like ah said… lousy lay.”
“You don’t know dat’!” He snapped, “Dere’ was never anything’ between Ro’ and de Wolverine!”
“If ya’ say so.” Rogue said, shrugging.
“Ya know chere, de Gambit came here as a friend because he didn’t want to see you get hurt, but-”
“Spare meh the bullshit Remy, you don’t give a fuck about meh. You just don’t want your new friends finding out about the past.”
“Dat‘s where you wrong chere‘, they know… Remy has no more secrets.”
“Course ya’ don’t.” Rogue drawled sarcastically, “Ah’m sure they know all about the Guild and about meh too. How good we were together, stealin’ and fuckin’ like Bonnie and Clyde. Bet they know you’re here… telling meh to haul ass just cuz Ah went and tried to kill one of Xavier’s little merry mutants. *Or* maybe you wanna’ save meh from mah’ wicked ways. Well guess what sugah’? Ah don’t need savin’.”
Remy looked closely at the girl he once knew, no longer a girl and no longer recognizable, “What happened to you?”
“Ah grew up, took control of my life… learned how to survive.”
“By becomin’ a killer?”
“Better than bein’ a victim… I won’t play that role again.”
“You will if de Wolverine finds you.”
“Ah can take care of mahself.”
“He’ll kill you.”
“No. He’ll try and fail.”
“You won’t listen, fine, but you better be ready to go against the team too.”
“If Ah got ‘de Wolverine’ down on his back like a bitch the last time, Ah’m sure this little cracker jack team you’re part of’ll be no sweat.” Rogue laughed; venom in the sound.
“Oh, by the way… does ‘Ro’’ still have that birth mark right above her bikini line?”
Seeing Remy’s eyes flash with a sudden anger, Rogue added, “Guess so.”
Gone was the emotion from his tone as he warned her, “You go against the X-men, you gonna’ get hurt.”
“Asshole.” Rogue cursed as the door shut.
Going to the window, she watched as Remy rode away on a motorcycle.
Collecting her things, she checked out of the motel and headed for the city; knowing that he would think she’d gone back home.
Pulling into a parking space in front of Jessie and Chris’ apartment, Rogue fished around in her bag for the key to let herself in.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, surprised to see Chris sitting in the living area.
“I live here Rogue.” He replied, smiling at her.
“Ah know, it’s just that Jessie said that you were leavin’ tonight.”
“We are, in about an hour… if Jessie would HURRY UP!” He shouted, in the direction of the bedroom.
“Yelling won’t make me go faster, it’ll only get you cold showers.” Came the reply as Jessie walked out holding a bag that she promptly handed off to Chris.
“What’s wrong Rogue? You look a little homicidal.”
“It’s nothing’, just had a run-in with Gambit. Told meh that Ah’d get hurt if Ah kept goin’ after Wolverine. Think he’s right?”
“Do you?” Chris interjected.
“No. Ah mean, Ah fucked up the last time, but Wolverine’s days are numbered soon as the X-Men are outta’ the picture. How would you go about it if it was your job?”
“Well, for starters, I wouldn’tve tried fucking him in the first place.”
“Chris.” Jessie scolded.
“Though I’m sure that Jessie would‘ve.” He teased.
“Remind me why I married you again.”
“Because you love me.”
“Oh yeah…”
“Anyway, I’d let him fall back into his routine, you know, build up a false sense of security then finish the job.” Chris stated, checking his watch, “Oh, gotta’ go. Come on Jess.”
“Alright, alright. Good luck Rogue. And remember… no parties, no boys and no killing people in my home.”
“Yes Mom.” Rogue answered jokingly as she watched the pair leave.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Jessie called out before the door closed.
In the echo of the hallway, Rogue could hear the reply, “Jess, I’ve been married to you for twelve years and I still haven’t found anything you wouldn’t do.”
Laughing, Rogue ventured to the kitchen to make a sandwich and plan out her next move.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks go to Plainlayz again for the beta. The title of this chapter is a Kelly Clarkson song.