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The team never expected to be here. Drenched in mud, crash landed in the swampiest place on earth, but it had happened. 

Turns out, when lazy, grounded teenagers are put in charge of tending to the X Jet as part of their punishment, they don't tend to it.

And so, due to poor tending and a group of said teenagers, the X Jet had crashed right after their mission. That was thanks to Logan's insistence that they go out into the middle of nowhere and train for “realistic survival situations”. 

“Like, Ew! My shoes are soaked! And where even are we?” Kitty complained, grumbling to herself as they walked through the swamp, trying not to get wet in the unknown abyss of the bayou.

“Wherever we are, it sure is dark.” Scott said, huffing and brushing tree branches out of him and Jean's way.

“And wet.” Kurt complained, shaking his tail off, shuddering as a piece of seaweed flew off it.

“And gross!” Jean sighed, keeping close to Scott after seeing a frog, dipping her head so as to not get any water from the trees on her hair.

“Will you bubs pipe down?! It's just a swamp. And I'll figure out where we are soon.” Logan grumbled, already irritated by their complaints and comments.

Behind the line, Rogue treaded carefully. She knew the bayou better than anyone, and exactly where they were. Louisiana. She could tell by just the humidity alone. And she definitely knew they didn't know, nor remember. She huffed and hugged herself, as it all came back to her. She'd thought she'd leave long ago back then. She wasn't very happy, and thought she was a burden to anyone that'd have her. She knew better now, but man, did it hurt bringing herself back here.

“Kurt.. Spot for rocks. They're the closest thing you have to a walkway.”

“And how do you know?”

“W-well.” She blushed before she could respond. Last time she was out here, she slipped on one. “Ah watched a documentary on it. Y-you should be careful of slipping.”

Kurt shaked his head, but went to search for rocks in the mud as the swamp began to seep to mud.

Rogue looked around the swamp. This had been so long ago. When she was in this very swamp, in a bayou boat, cruising away from a ton of gang violence with.. Him. 

Remy Lebeau. The name alone made her run hot with a lot of emotions. 

After graduation, he left Bayville, presumably to come back here. She wished he didn't leave her, but at the same time, she hoped he was still here.

She gripped herself tighter as she heard something like a motor. She raised an eyebrow and waited a moment, the rest of the team way up ahead. She listened carefully again for the sound. It approached closer, and she put her hands out to defend herself, seeing a figure and a boat come closer. 

As the boat approached, she braced herself. Then it stopped. The person presumably inside the boat walked onto the mud and stood in front of her. She couldn't believe her eyes.

“Goodness.. Chere, dat you? What you doing here?”

Remy Lebeau chuckled, as he tried to pull her up onto the muddy grass, her still being speechless. There he was. 3, 2, 1..

“Remy!” She yelled out happily, hugging him close and laughing. 

Logan heard her yell before she laughed, and he almost immediately turned everyone around. Once they got closer to her, and in position to fight, they found Rogue, smooched up against Remy, and Logan almost got even angrier that he found her there with him instead of someone who could actually hurt her.

“Yes, Chere. It me. I take it you missed me?”

“More than you know.. Oh, Remy, Ah can't believe it's you! H-how have you been? Matter of fact, how's your Daddy been? Are y'all alright?”

How's your daddy? More like Who's your Daddy. Remy held Rogue close and the smolder in his eyes made a direct alert to the team that he was no good whatsoever. But Rogue, bless her heart, must've been blind or immune to that look in his eyes.

“I’m just fine. What about you, why’re you out here?” Remy almost wanted to ask “Are you alone?”, but he resisted himself, instead trying to soothe her worry about him.

“O-oh. Um.. Just some team stuff.” She glanced back at the X Jet behind her, blushing a little, then looking at the team in front of her.

Remy turned around, and his face fell a little. He’s glad he didn't ask.

Logan narrowed his eyes at him, clearly not trusting him in the slightest. 

“Doesn't concern you, swamp rat. Move along.”

Remy also narrowed his eyes, huffing and glancing back at the X Jet. 

“I don't think so, Homme. What’s up with dat Jet?”

“None of your business-”

Rogue interrupted Logan, whispering to Remy and telling him about the crash and how they ended up here. Remy’s face fell again, and he felt a great deal of sympathy for the team (mostly for rogue).

“Oh.”

He huffed, mulling it over when he saw the expression on Rogue's face. He would do anything for her.

“W-well, I could maybe call up my mechanic friends and have them try to touch it up for y'all."

He smirked a little as he watched Rogue's sullen expression turn into a hopeful smile.

“You will? Oh, Remy, thank you..”

He hugged her even tighter and patted her back. Nailed it, Lebeau.

Meanwhile, glaring at them with the rage of a thousand suns, Logan was wary about trusting him, and how long they would be in the swamp.

“So, swamp rat. Got any idea how long that little touch up will take?”

“No idea, Homme. We'll know when we give it to them. In the meantime..” Remy turned back to Rogue, his expression riddled with worse intention. “Y'all got a place to stay? I can tell you know yall are gonna need it if you want the Jet 100 percent fixed.”

Rogue blushed, for once catching the look in his eye, her mind racing.

“N-no, Ah don't think so. Are we really gonna stay that long?”

“What, do you not want to stay with me, Chere?” Remy chuckled, his voice teasing to the utmost degree.

Rogue blushed again, even more than the last time, nervously chuckling and pushing him away.

“Don't say things like that, you!”

The team watched as Rogue and Gambit openly flirted, and then something became increasingly apparent.

Rogue was beginning to have a personality.

Not gothy, temperamental, rude Rogue, but.. Anna. Just Anna. She was smiling and giggling. She was happy. Logan was not. He shoved them further apart himself and growled at Remy.

“Oh, come on, Homme! That attitude ain't gonna get you nowhere. Not even a hotel.”

“That would be better than being with you, Cajun.”

“Logan, stop it! He's just being nice!” Rogue defended Remy, as he smirked and stuck his tongue out at Logan from behind him.

“I don't trust him, and you know I don't, Rogue.”

“He's literally offering us a place to stay! Can't you accept that at least as a token of kindness?”

Logan huffed, turning around and glaring at Remy again.

“Barely.”

“Just how far is this little place of yours, Swamp rat?”

“Calm down, Homme. We almost dere. You X Men sure are picky.”

Logan almost wanted to pounce on him then and there.

Charles had rung when they crossed the river just about to Remy's humble abode. Logan answered the call with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Hello, Chuck?”

“Where are all of you?? I lost track of the X Jet during landing. Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we're just fine. Just in a swamp in the middle of nowhere.”

Charles blinked for a moment, then realized.

“Oh my goodness, you are in Louisiana?!”

“Relax, relax.. We have shelter. Kind of.”

“Kind of? Logan, if you need reinforcement, just tell me-”

“Chuck, I can handle it. Mind your business.”

And just like that, he hung up in Charles' face. He grumbled again and glared at Remy.

“And here we are.” Remy said, brushing a branch out of Rogue's way as the team collectively gasped at his two story grand house. It looked lived in but not lived in enough. Fancy, but not the Fanciest.

Now how the hell did Remy Lebeau live here?

He unlocked the door with his house key and The X Men entered his home with a sort of fervor, their shoes soaked and hope of shelter in need. Remy opened his doors wide, and the team marveled at how spacious and gracious the house was, especially Rogue. 

“Make yourselves at home.” Remy sprawled with a grin, immediately ducking down to untie Rogue's boots and slip them off for her.

“Thanks, Remy. Ah didn't expect your house to be so..” Rogue blushed and looked around to home with marvel at how luxurious it looked.

“Nice? Yeah. I moved areas and started doing my own thing. Also, dis house was technically abandoned before I spruced it up, so I took the opportunity. I hope it's enough for y'all, chere..”

She could almost melt right there. She chuckled and blushed again, what seemed like the twelfth time today. 

“N-no, it's perfectly fine. Thank you.” She brushed her hair back with her fingers as she looked down at Remy, taking off her socks as well, kissing her gloved hand and taking them up to his room.

Kitty cleared her throat behind her as the rest of the team kicked their shoes outside, Remy not even bothered to slip off any of their shoes, no less make up any flattering nicknames for them.

“What?”

“Why do you get special treatment from him?”

Rogue scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.

“Because ah know him. And so what if Ah do?”

Rogue suddenly got defensive, huffing at Kitty, as Kitty backed up and backed off, nervously chuckling and brushing past her inside. Thank god for Remy Lebeau, or she'd be like that the entire time they'd be there.

“A WEEK?!” Logan exclaimed, grumbling, wanting to strangle Remy out of his skin.

“Yes, Homme. A week. Look, I'm not happy about having to deal with your little team for a while longer than necessary either.”

Logan grumbled again, his hands raising up in an attempt to strangle him, but then going downstairs, still grumbling.

Remy rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, going into his room, and being met with Rogue. In his room. He smirked, and chuckled.

“Didn't your Daddy ever tell you about a man's personal space?”

Rogue blushed and set down the beaded necklace she found on his dresser, leaning against it.

“Ah don't think he did..”

Remy's eyes leered to her hips as she leaned against his dresser. She sure had grown up since the last time he saw her.

“Well, from what I recall, a man's personal space is only to be broken when warranted to break. You get what I'm saying, chere?” He raised an eyebrow and slid off his trenchcoat, his ruby eyes glimmering in the moonlight crack from his window blinds.

Rogue bit her lip, going bashful at his choice of words and the way he looked under the moonlit gaze of the night.

“M-mhm..”

Her hands twitched. It was times like these where she wished she could touch.

Remy noticed her hand twitching and licked his lips. He hadn't realized just how long they'd missed each other until now. It felt so awkward. That barrier between them. The barrier he knew both of them wanted to cross.

“So.. I hadn't had the chance to ask how you'd been since we got here.”

“Oh. Ah've been.. fine.”

She wanted to tell him about Apocalypse. She wanted to tell him about how she missed him. How much she wished he had stayed. But she knew she shouldn't. She didn't want him to worry.

“I’m surprised you stayed.”

“Ah thought about what you said, and Ah took it to heart. Ah have family here, and Ah can't leave them behind.”

Remy smirked.

“I'm glad you came to your senses, Chere. So what's about those hands of yours? They still steal hearts and powers?"

Rogue chuckled at his jab at her powers, almost forgetting about them.

Remy continued. "Was that a laugh, Chere? Did I finally make the ‘grumpy, southern, gothy, i don't need anybody’ X lady laugh?”

Rogue just chuckled even more, a genuine smile across her face.

“Remy, you play too much..”

“My Mama says I don't play enough.” 

He smirked again, and chuckled along with her, their soft smiles meeting and their souls feeling rekindled from that night an almost year ago. Rogues heart pounded, and for once in his life, Remy felt himself getting nervous.

“So..” She said, a subtle urgency to her voice.

“So.” He drawled, hoping that he would find something to say amidst all the noise inside his head.

Rogue's hand twitched again, and she swallowed, nervously chuckling.

“Ah think it's about time ah get to bed now..”

Remy didn't realize what she said until after it happened. 

“O-oh. Alright then.. Chere. Good night. See you in the morning.”

Rogue smiled and nodded, leaving out of the door, letting out a relieved sigh. She had gotten through one night. She stared down at her hands, and then reality hit her. She could never truly be with Remy, so why try? She sighed again, this time, more weary, as she turned into her room, the room across the hall from him. She had dreams of keeping him close, but the truth was simple.

Could Remy stand her soul, even if he couldn't stand her touch?

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The day started off strange. First of all, Kitty Pryde had forgotten where she was. Second of all, she was sleeping in a room with everyone else. And Third of all, she smelt breakfast from a mile away, and it didn't smell normal. Nothing that Xavier ever made, that's for sure.

She groaned out of bed, hazily looking around, her face furrowing. She glanced down at Jean, in bed beside her, as she mumbled something under her breath and rolled over.

Kitty inhaled the smell of “breakfast” once again, and her stomach grumbled in compliance to her curiosity. She got out of bed, and treated downstairs, hearing folk music, and listening to Rogue’s chuckling.

“Looks like your little friend done woke up, chere..”

Rogue turned around and smiled at Kitty, holding a plate of beignets with jam and taking them to the table.

“Good morning, Kitty..”

Kitty raised an eyebrow, but she must’ve raised her entire head when she saw what was all across the table.

On one side, Omelets and biscuits, and on the other, Buttermilk pancakes, Grits, and something that looked like Rice stuffed hash browns.

Her mouth was stunned open as Rogue set the beignets on the table, still confused and somewhat impressed.

“What?”

“You made all this?!”

“Well, Remy and Ah made it..”

Rogue chuckled, and Kitty thought she was still dreaming. She pointed at the Rice Fritters, scoffing.

“And what are those?”

“Calas, chere. Rice Fritters. Hope dey up to X Man standards.” 

Remy chuckled and smirked, rubbing Rogue's waist as they walked back into the kitchen.

Kitty was almost certain that the entire day would be just as strange as that morning.

They didn't stand a chance. The food, I mean. When Kurt and Scott woke up, Kitty knew it was all over. Jean was last, and she stumbled down the stairs with a chuckle.

“I see I'm late for breakfast?” She smiled, raising an eyebrow, her hands on her hips as she glanced at Scott and Kurt playfully, kissing Scott on the cheek.

Kitty giggled, pushing her plate towards her, patting the seat beside her.

“Guess who made breakfast this morning?”

“I would expect it to be a satisfying answer?”

“I guess. Rogue and Gambit made it.”

Jean stopped for a moment and chuckled again.

“That's his name?”

Remy chuckled, seemingly coming out of nowhere with his plate.

“Always will be, chere. Around here, dey call me lots of things.”

Jean chuckled again, cutting her some pancakes and eating the rest of food that was left.

“Well, whatever they call you, let “amateur chef” be apart of them.”

Remy chuckled at her comment, and Rogue narrowed her eyes at Jean, huffing a little as she stole a beignet from his plate and ate it.

Rogue's glare had not went unnoticed by Jean and Kitty, and raised an eyebrow as she ate.

“Well, you know, ah helped. We made it together.”

Rogue chuckled, patting Remy's shoulder with a gloved hand, smirking a little at them, almost dangerous.

That also did not go unnoticed by Jean and Kitty, as they chuckled nervously and glanced at each other, their minds conveying the exact same thought. Was Rogue.. Jealous? Jean almost wanted to pry her mind, but she knew it would be wrong, and Kitty wanted to talk to her, but she knew Rogue would never confide in her. 

“You know. I think I'm finished with my food.”

“Me too. Thank you so much, you two.”

Kitty and Jean got up from the table before Remy stopped them.

“Alright, chere's. You two go up and get dressed now. We going out.”

“Out? Out where?”

“Out on the town. I'm gonna show y'all what it means to be Cajun.”

He smirked, and Jean and Kitty glanced at each other again. 

“A-alright..”

“Yeah, sure. Be down in a bit.”

After walking back up the stairs, they both breathed a sigh of relief as Kitty sat on the bed. 

“You really think…?”

“I don't know why. She's just.. different. She's been different ever since we got here.”

“Probably because of Remy.” Kitty teased, and Jean chuckled, amused, but still concerned.

“Maybe. But that's besides the point.”

“Maybe we should ask Logan?”

“We should not ask Logan.”

Kitty sighed, shrugging as she noticed a bag of clothes on the dresser drawer, and gave some of the other pair of clothes to Jean, with a note inside.

Thought you girls would need a wardrobe other than those catty suits, so me and Rogue went out early for y'all. We're gonna go into the market today to prepare for the rest of the week. ;)

-Remy.

Jean sighed and rubbed her temples.

“I just hope she isn't like this the entire week.”

“How about this one, Chere?”

Rogue laughed, pushing Remy out of the way with the most ridiculous souvenir shirt he could find.

“Ah am not wearing that! You can't make me!”

Remy smirked, teasing her, putting the shirt to her chest.

“It's your decision, Chere… And maybe mine.”

Rogue chuckled, still pushing him away, while the rest of the team collectively sighed. They had been in the store for hours. And all they were doing was flirting and playing around. They couldn't stand it.

“How many times is he gonna do that?” Kitty groaned, rubbing her temples, as she played with a keychain in her hand.

“I don't know. But I dare you to ask Rogue to leave.” Kurt rolled his eyes, teleporting throughout the store for about the fourteenth time, bored out of his mind.

“Jean, can't you make them go faster?” Kitty complained once more, laying on Jean's shoulder with a pout.

Jean chuckled and patted Kittys's back, checking out a pair of sunglasses from the accessory counter.

“Kitty, I'm sure we're not gonna be here any longer. And besides, they're having fun.”

“We are supposed to getting clothes and food and stuff, not having fun!”

“Just let them be. Let's cherish Rogue's good attitude today, shall we?” Jean snickered under her breath to Kitty, as she glanced to Rogue, to which Rogue noticed and overheard.

“You got something to say, Jean? If I'm taking up your day, please, tell me, so I can consider your schedule next time.”

Jean gasped, raising an eyebrow at Rogue's harsh tone.

“I didn't say anything, Rogue, I was just-”

“Just what? Trying to pry into mah head and stop me from doing what Ah want, you controlling little-”

Remy had to step in. He furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in front of her.

“Hey. Chere, calm down. Just let it be, the girl didn't mean any harm by whatever she said.”

“But, Remy-”

“No buts. What's your deal? I know you get all stubborn, but this ain't it.”

Rogue huffed and folded her arms over her chest, shaking her head, sucking in her teeth. She knew just the excuse.

“Ah'm just.. hungry.”

Remy raised an eyebrow, then chuckled.

“Hungry, huh? Well, I have just the thing for you."

And boy, was she really hungry.

The team sat around the round diner table picking at their food, looking at each other with confusion, and pure culture shock.

Rogue, however, while Gambit insisted to the team that they try local dishes like gumbo, jambalaya, and crawfish étouffée, her sitting beside him, happily dug into her plate while teasing the rest of the team for their hesitation.

“Y’all are missin’ out,” she said, cracking open a crawfish with practiced ease.

“I’m good, thanks,” Kitty said, poking suspiciously at her plate.

Scott, meanwhile, was trying to focus on anything except the way Gambit had an arm draped casually over Rogue’s shoulders. He was way too close, he thought. 

“Do they have… salad?” Jean asked weakly.

“They got more bugs than salad here,” Logan muttered, glaring at the team from the bar.

Everyone at the table stopped as he walked up the table, eyeing Rogue and Gambit, cuddled up in their seat together, huffing.

“Logan? You were here the whole time?” Kitty said, chuckling breathlessly at his timing.

“It beat staying that swamp visitor shop.”

Logan glanced at Remy specifically, and continued.

“Or figuring out that jet.”

Remy glared up at him, sucking in his teeth and scoffing.

“What is it, old man?”

“Your little friends exchanged a deal. You got the money?”

Remy sighed, a moment of vulnerability shining through.

“How much?”

“170.”

Remy scoffed again, shaking his head. He wished things wouldn't cost so much sometimes.

“Sure. The deal?”

“You gotta use those little powers of yours to help them with a few tasks.”

Remy's eyes narrowed. They knew about his past. It was times like these he knew he'd never truly escape. He should've been more careful.

“Fine. I'll do it.”

Logan huffed again. He saw through his bravado for just a moment. He knew his game.

“Good. We'll go tomorrow. Hope it doesn't cut though your plans of..”

His eyes narrowed at Remy's hand on Rogues shoulder. He continued.

“Whatever.”

Then, he paid his tab, walked out, and possibly knowingly, gave Remy Lebeau the most ferocious pit of worry in his life.

Rogue glanced up at him, her eyes softened.

“Remy, don't let Logan get to you. He's just grumpy, and absolutely out of the times. He doesn't understand you.”

Remy sighed. 

“I know, Chere. It doesn't matter. Everybody has dere own view of the world. Of the people in it, too. All it takes is some intuition to knock out the lies from the truths.”

Rogue sighed, and laid her head carefully on his shoulder.

“Yeah, Ah guess.”

Jean sighed, glancing at them, still picking at her food. All those two needed was some guidance and hope. If only Rogue would accept it.

Rogue found herself in Remy's room again. And Remy found himself in her corner again.

After a night of soft chuckles, lip bites and almost touches, they were both just about ready to turn into bed, but Remy Lebeau, god rest his soul, always had a trick up his sleeve. While she was turned around on his dresser drawer, looking at herself in his mirror, she wanted to give her something to really look at.

“Chere.. Stay right dere, I got something for you.”

Remy smirked, opening the drawer she had her body turned to.

Rogue looked at him with innocent eyes, blushing As he pulled out the box, shimmering and perfect.

He opened the box, and showed her the precious Jewel necklace with her initial. She gasped and blushed even more, her hands over her mouth at the intimate gesture.

“You didn't..”

“I did. For you, Chere.”

He chuckled, gently turning her around, putting the necklace around her neck and hugging her waist from behind. He stared at her neck with desire in his eyes. He wanted so badly to give her all the love she needed.

“It's so gorgeous, Remy..”

“Like you.”

He chuckled, his cheeks a tinge of pink watching her reaction, and her soft smile admiring the necklace.

“So, you ended up finding something ah would actually like in the gift shop, huh?”

“Nah. That dere didn't come from any puny gift shop. At the pawn.”

“Seriously? For how much?”

“..About 120.”

“120 dollars? For this?” 

Rogue glanced down at the necklace again. She couldn't believe that the beautiful necklace around her neck cost that much. Remy really must've worked for it.

“It took a long while for it. I was gonna deliver it to dat dere mansion a few months ago, but.. I get caught up.”

“Caught up? With what?”

Remy sighed and rubbed his neck. He couldn't tell her. About his fight for his escape in the guild. About Belladonna and his father. About him leaving and hoping that she'd come back to him. He didn't want her to worry.

“Things, chere. Lots of things with my new job, a-and a lot going on out here.”

“You sure? Ah just wanna make sure you're alright.”

Remy wanted so badly to hold her in his arms and kiss all her worries away. He was so frustrated that his stupid mistakes would be what would get her so anxious. He wished she wouldn't have to worry about anybody else's peace, anybody else's fury, anybody else's life. All inside of her. Those hands held the key to a world all her own. 

“I'm just fine. I promise, chere. Y'all will only be here a week, You shouldn't spend it worrying all about me.”

Rogue smiled up at him, a nice, genuine smile. It reminded him of who he met those months ago. Anna. That Anna.

“You sure?”

“I'm sure. I promise you.. For as long as I'm here, I'll keep myself under watch. Under safety. Under your little watchful eye all dey way down dere in the north. And whatever happens, I'll make sure dat I have you on my mind, my little Rogue, making sure I think about the steps I take before I leap.”

Rogue smiled even more, and shook her head, brushing a stray strand of a gorgeous sandy brown lock of hair out of his face with her gloved hand. She licked the bottom of her lips.

“Ah'll make sure ah think about that myself.”

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“Live from Anna's Marie's imagination tonight! This is “Guess who's coming to Bayville!” ”

Rogue walked onto the stage with trepidation, a bit of nervousness in her steps. She sat in her chair and smiled gently at the camera, waving to the crowd.

“H-hi everyone. What's so special about this episode tonight, is that Ah didn't even know we had one tonight..”

The announcer started with a grin.

“Well, Anna, this episode was triggered by today's events with a certain someone. Care to tell us the steamy secrets?”

The crowd collectively “Oohed” at the comment, and Rogue blushed, A bit stirred in her seat.

“It's not that steamy. Ah just.. haven't seen Remy in a while, and Ah was a little overwhelmed.”

“Well, I sure hope that his presence isn't too alarming for tonight. Remy Lebeau, everyone!”

Rogue perked up and chuckled when he walked on stage, hugging him carefully and blushing even more as he leaned in and slipped her gloves off.

“R-remy, What are you doing?”

He didn't respond. He only leaned in further, licking his lips and then she woke up. 

She awoke with a start, her breath hitched as she clutched her heart, her entire body flushed with the memory of her dream.

She sighed, and laid back in bed, shifting slightly, trying to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes, desperate for peace. 

That wasn't working. 

Her mind was too focused on her dream. Her body shifted again, slightly tinged with sweat, and heated to the utmost degree. There was an undying need in her mind. In her body. 

She turned over on her back, biting her lip and staring up at the ceiling. Her body felt so loose. Uncontrolled and Wild with need. She blushed, sighing and shaking her head. Don't think about the dream. Don't think about Remy. 

It proved harder than she thought. She ran her hands down her body in an attempt to calm herself, but all she could think about was his hands roaming up and down her body, his fingers teasing and prying around on her flesh, his body under hers, and-

She opened her eyes, her face even more flushed than ever. That need was consuming her little by little. Her hands were at her stomach, stuck in her fantasy. He would mumble sweet drawl into her ear, guiding her body in sensual tune to his, and his hands would travel further down her body, that being the only solution to her unweaving. The heat between her legs drew out what she needed. What she wanted. All the power with the palm of her hand. She moaned softly, satisfying that need that so tortured her. This was going to be a long week.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the rest of the team prepared for the day, Remy’s breakfast filling them up. Kitty was the first to notice Rogue’s absence, other than Remy, who let his girl get her beauty sleep, assuming that she was.

“Hey, Jean? Is Rogue, like, still asleep or something? I hope she's not, like, avoiding us.”

“After yesterday, I wouldn't blame her. “ Jean sighed, just as worried as Kitty was. Even though Rogue and her weren’t  close, she still cared about her as a teammate. “I’ll check, just to make sure.”

She telepathically navigated the house to get into her mind, her eyes widening and she glanced upstairs, chuckling to herself.

Kitty raised an eyebrow. “What? What's so funny?”

“Oh, she's awake alright.”

Kitty tilted her head, but in a matter of seconds, got exactly what she was putting down. She smirked and chuckled as well. 

“I think she deserves it.”

“Deserves what?” Remy butted into their conversation, placing his plate down at the table and sitting down.

Jean and Kitty just giggled to themselves, completely ignoring him. 

Yep. This was going to be a very long week. 

Remy huffed, wiping sweat off of his brows and forehead as he cut the grass. The sun veered down on him, and he was almost certain that this would be the first summer he’d fall from grace. He leaned on the lawn mower, sighing, having a moment of peace until Logan whistled to him and snapped for him to keep going. He could see the smirk on his face a mile away.

Why in the hell was he doing this anyway? 

“Hey, Swamp rat! You missed a spot.”

Logan chuckled, spitting on the grass as Remy silently fumed.

“Now look here, Homme. This here my lawn, and I don't appreciate you telling me what to do.”

“Oh well, prettyboy. You don't wanna work the jet, and you’re not working a job. Its the least you can do to quit being a bum.”

Remy almost wanted to lug his skull in. Nobody talks to Remy Lebeau like that. His eye twitched, and he was about to pull a card out of his pocket when he noticed Rogue and the Girls from the living room window, and backed down. He wanted to listen to what Rogue had said from yesterday, and listen to it well, he would.

Inside, Rogue was getting bored. She was playing Monopoly with the others while Remy and Logan were outside working, and she sighed, her legs crossed over on the couch while Kurt did his turn. She glanced outside, noticing Remy mowing the lawn, and looking almost glistened under the sun. It reminded her of that vampire from Kitty’s movie. Only Remy was more sensible than him. And way more gorgeous. She closed her eyes and imagined it.

Him and Her would be completely alone in somewhere secluded, like a cave. His raspy drawl would accelerate, echoed across the walls, his personal way of saying that she’d never truly be away from him. He’d always be lurking for her.

His shirt would be off, Bold, she knew, and it would glisten within the light of the opening of the cave. She’d lay on the ground, looking up at him with yearning eyes as they would declare their love. 

“You already know how ah feel.. I would rather die than be away from you.” She would sigh, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, as she’d continue. “Ah’m an idiot to fall for you.”

“Chere, you ain't an idiot.”

He glanced down at her, a bit in pity and self realization. He continued. 

“Well, you are something, but it's far from an idiot.” He would say, laughing, his fangs gently revealing themselves as her eyes glimmered and they laughed together at the sheer idiocracy and spontaneity of the moment. She’d shake her head, as he continued, smirking.

“And so, the lion fell in love with the lamb.” He’d mutter, and she’d catch him in his thoughts.

“What a stupid lamb.” She would say, smiling up at him, her eyes still holding that glimmer of thrill.

“What a sickingly handsome lion.” He would say back, his eyes half lidded and full of intention.

Then all of a sudden, Kurt would appear in the cave, shaking her shoulders frantically.

“Rogue? Rogue!”

“Hey, that's not how this scene goes-!”

Rogue was snapped out of her daydream, her eyes opened in surprise as she heard Kurt almost yelling her name.

“Rogue!”

“Okay, okay, what?!” She looked back, frustrated that he interrupted her mid day fantasy. The others looked at her, Confused. 

“It's your turn to play.”

“..Oh.”

She sighed, her frustration subsided as she hastily played her turn, turning back around and brooding out the window again. As she brooded, her eyes would soon be wide awake with the sight of something impalpable to her.

Remy Lebeau had his shirt all the way off. All. The. Way. Off. She almost couldn't believe her eyes. She stared, slightly slack jawed in the window, unable to look away. She didn't know what she wanted first. To feel his chest barehanded herself or To be the inevitable person who touched his chest barehanded. She’d wished she saw him actually take the shirt off. This was just like in her daydream. 

Kitty noticed her daze and giggled to herself, glancing at Rogue. 

“What are you, like, even looking at, anyway?”

Her head would eventually turn as well, and she blushed when she saw what Rogue was looking at.

Remy wiped some sweat off of his brow with his shirt, probably soaked. 

Kitty couldn't believe her eyes either.

“What is it now?”

Jean said, looking outside with them and chuckling, her cheeks a tinge pink upon the sight just like them.

The three of them were enamored with the Cajun outside, but no one more than Rogue, for he was outside of her reach. 

"He was so totally cute!", Kitty thought to  herself as she sighed dreamily.

"My, was he handsome.", Jean also thought to herself, chuckling and brushing her hair behind her ear.

Rogue's thoughts, however, were a bit of the explicit kind.

Her hand twitched, that familiar need rising up inside her again. She blushed, biting her lip. 

Don't make a sound. Don't do anything.

It was so hard doing nothing when you wanted to do everything.

Kurt and Scott noticed the girl's fascination in the window, and looked out there themselves to see what all the commotion was about.

Scott scoffed when he saw Remy, and scoffed even more seeing Jean gawk over him like he was the world's sexiest man.

Kurt chuckled watching Kitty marvel over Remy, tapping her shoulder and imitating him, puffing out his chest and mocking fake muscles. Kitty chuckled, blushing even more and smirking at Kurt in a way that made him almost a bit flustered.

Jean playfully rolled her eyes at their display, and Rogue, still stared.

It was like her mind was in a trance. All she could think about was touching Remy, and being with Remy, and loving on Remy, and it was driving her crazy. Jean glanced down at her, and subtly read her mind. It should've been a crime to witness what she had going up in there.

Then she chuckled. She shouldn't have.

“Rogue, calm down. Nobodies gonna take him from you.”

Before she could respond with some snarky comment, Kitty perked up, and put her two cents into the conversation. She also shouldn't have.

“Yeah, girl! You're staring at him like he owes you something. And I wouldn't blame you.”

Rogue's eyes narrowed. They really shouldn't have said that. 

“He doesn't owe me anything!”

She continued, glaring at Jean.

“And for your information, Ah don't need him, nor do I own him.”

Kitty perked up again, her voice teasing.

“Really? If you don't want him, I'll gladly take him.”

Rogue damn near busted a gasket or a vein the way she looked at Kitty. She got up from the couch, stomping away from the conversation, all the way upstairs, where she slammed the door.

Kitty and the others winced when they heard the door slam, a sound they'd heard many times before from her, but never as resounding as this time. 

“Was it something I said?”

Rogue, in her room, fumed as she folded and unfolded her fist, her face flushed with anger and passion. Was it so wrong that she literally couldn't touch him, yet she felt so possessive and jealous with him around other people. I mean, she hadn't seen the guy in almost a year, she shouldn't be feeling this yearny, right? She sighed, leaning against the door and sliding all the way down to her knees. She really, really wanted him. Mind, Body and Soul.

So, she decided she would. At least, for that night.

Remy leaned against the X Jet, bored out of his mind. He felt like he had spent an eternity in the mechanic shop, and it had only been an hour. He rubbed his stubble under his chin. Why? Why was he even doing this?

“Wrench.”, Logan grumbled.

Remy scoffed, rolling his eyes and giving him the wrench in his toolbox.

“Why are we even here anyway? Ain't de mechanics gonna fix it?”

Logan grumbled again, rolling out from under the Jet.

“Look Swamp Rat, I'm trying to get this done as soon as possible, so I'm out of here as soon as possible. I wanna be out of your hair as much as you wanna be out of mine.”

“Yeah, But I'm actually trying to enjoy myself while I can. Dis week, I'm kind of off. And Remy Lebeau ain't meant to work unless he has to.” Remy scoffed, breathing fog onto the hood of the Jet, then wiping it off with his thumb, bored and looking a little stressed, to Logan as he stared into the Jet, his mind blank with one pure question.

“How am I gonna get the money for this Jet? For next week's rent, no less. The bill after this week is gonna be fatal.”

Logan seemed to notice the worry in his eyes, and he huffed, glancing at the figure of Rogue approaching the Jet, this one time humoring their love.

“Swamp rat. Don't look now, but your lady love is paying you a visit.”

Remy perked up almost immediately, blushing and punching his shoulder once he processed what he said, then clearing his throat when Rogue settled near them, a tempting smirk on her face and those eyelids that batted at him so daintly, coated with purple eyeshadow that complimented her so well. 

What complimented her better was her outfit. Remy's jaw almost wanted to slack open. She had on one of her short black skirts that Kitty pity bought her once at the mall, and a low cut purple V Neck Affliction tee. She had the necklace he had given her on her neck, absolutely shining in the sun, and sitting perfectly on her B Cups, slightly illuminated with roll on glitter perfume. She had chunky Mary Jane's on, and it made her about his height, perfect height for skin to skin. Her hair was draped on her shoulders, a slight curl in her dark brunette hair, as her white streaks were brushed to the side in a sweep bang, showing her beautiful face.

Man, was she easy on the eyes.

She chuckled playfully at him seeing her, and she blushed under his gaze. All going according to plan so far. She brushed her streaks out of the way, under her ear as she finally got to talking. 

“Hi, Remy. Ah just wanted to check on you two before ah go out.” She grinned. Remy almost died inside at how cute she looked.

“Yeah, yeah.. Matter of fact, chere, where are you going?”

“The diner bar near Waynes.”

Remy raised an eyebrow. Waynes? She was going to that one? Why was she even going to clubs? Who would she be with? Was she going alone?

“ Le trou ouvert?” 

“Yeah, that one.”

“W-why you wanna go there? Are you going with anyone?”

That was the ticket. 

Rogue smirked, dipping her face a bit, and batting her eyes again.

“Nah. The others don’t know the way around here. And Ah just wanted to get out of the house.”

Remy narrowed his eyes, thinking of all and every question. Why was she dressed like that? What was she gonna do there? Were there gonna be any guys there? Scratch that, of course there's gonna be guys. She was gonna be up there flirting and dancing and looking at other guys? Bayou guys? Oh, hell no.

“So what? Just because dey don't wanna go, doesn't mean you gotta go alone.”

She chuckled, just like Kitty whenever Lance would run his hands through his hair and did whatever he did to make her always so giddy around him.

“You know, Ah don't have to. Ah don't have to go anywhere alone if ah don't want to. Or if any others don't want me to.”

She put emphasis on others, the implications of her words impossible to ignore. Remy blushed, scoffing at her and grinning.

“What dat supposed to mean, chere?”

She leaned on her toes, rocking herself back and forth, her eyelids batting at him once more.

“Oh, nothing. Just that sometimes ah don't like to be alone. Ah like to have something to hold me down. Someone. To ease my utter loneliness, Remy. Ah need that.”

She held out her gloved hand, and Remy took it, kissing it and leaving her all giggly and sensitive on the inside.

“Chere, you want Remy to be dat somebody?”

She smirked, biting her lip and glancing him up and down.

“Only if you'll hold up to it.”

“Of course I will. I got you dat dere necklace. That should mean something. Remy mean to be devoted.”

Rogue chuckled, and went to speak, but he continued, almost frantic and hopeful. He held her hands and she let him go on and on.

“In Fact, I'm so devoted, that… I'm gonna take you on a date. Yeah, that's it, a date! Just you and me, Chere, under the bayou moonlight. Just for tonight?”

Rogue smiled. A big, happy, yearning, sultry smile. Her plan had worked to the utmost excellence.

“Of course. Thanks so much, Remy..”

“Alright. At 8.”

He came close and rubbed her shoulders over her sleeves.

“And between me and you, let's not tell old man over dere, hm?”

Rogue giggled again, and nodded, as she put her gloved hand to his cheek and kissed it, walking away with an accomplished smile on her face.

As he watched her leave, his hand wandered to his cheek, where she left her kiss. She didn't even touch him, yet he still felt sparks. He slowly smiled at himself, as his gaze set on the way her skirt swished when she walked, and just how lovely she looked when her ass moved back and forth.

Oh yeah. That's what he was doing this for. 

Rogue returned back to the swamp house, her smile extended all the way there.

“Le trou ouvert! Le trou ouvert!” She chanted to herself as she giggled and swooned and sighed through the door, a pep in her step that was not there when she left.

Once inside, she beamed, leaning against the door again, clutching her heart.

Kitty and Kurt, laying on the couch together, watching a movie, noticing her attitude almost immediately.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. He hadn't seen his sister this happy since.. ever. Kitty chuckled, amused at her attitude. She almost wanted to pry at Rogue for wherever she was.

“What's got you so happy?” She said, ever the instigator.

Rogue sighed dreamily again, her face flushing.

“Le trou ouvert, that's what!” She bit her lip. She came over to the other seat next to the couch to them. Her face went soft and she sighed once more, remorseful and a little guilty. “Oh, Kitty, Ah'm so sorry for how ah treated you and Jean lately..”

That was when Kitty raised an eyebrow. She'd never once gotten an apology from Rogue about her attitude or behavior. She chuckled nervously, nodding slowly and glancing at Kurt.

“O-of course, Rogue. I mean, everybody gets moody sometimes, right?”

Rogue nodded, looking at Kurt, getting to him.

“And Kurt, Ah'm glad to be your sister. Ah wouldn't want anyone else as a brother.”

Kurt nodded, in compliance and fear. He was nervous, like at any moment, she would get all, well, Roguey and spaz out at him.

“Yeah, Rogue. Me too.”

Rogue smiled, a genuine smile like a fairytale princess as she kicked her legs in the chair, turning and going up the stairs, giggling all the way there. Kurt and Kitty couldn't have been more confused.

Rogue, however, Knew exactly what she was doing. She went right up to her room, setting her alarm on the bedside table at exactly 8. That night, she would get her some Remy Lebeau.

And nobody lonely would stop her.

Chapter Text

Rogue awoke from her nap with a start, her alarm barely at its stop time. 7:56. She was too excited. She hit snooze on the clock, and hopped out of bed, yawning, looking through the scarce closet of her temporary room, finding an outfit. She picked out a skirt, and a Loose, Black blouse, putting the outfit together with one of her lacey black cami’s, and her combat boots. She tried the outfit on, admiring herself in the mirror, and beginning to put on her makeup, going to the bathroom.

She reapplied her dark purple eyeshadow, lavender scented lipgloss, shiny eyeliner, a tinge of dark blush, her mascara, then did her eyebrows. She did her hair straight, and looked at herself in the mirror, blushing at her appearance. She looked really pretty. She hoped Remy thought she was pretty.

She sighed, fiddling with her necklace he gave her, smiling softly. She liked being desired. Feeling wanted. It filled the little gaping hole in her heart when nothing else could. She looked at her hands, ungloved and untouched, and her face fell, masked over by the overwhelming sense of dread she always got when realizing that this was her life. Could ah? Just this once? She shook her head, going to the side of her bed, putting on her long, black, fancy gloves, with some cheap pearl earrings.

She looked in the mirror again, checking herself out once more. She loved looking attractive.

When she heard the revving of a motorcycle outside, she looked out her window, seeing Remy on Logan’s motorcycle, in a suit and some blue jeans, with some boots, his hair down to his shoulders, a testament to how much it had grown since she last seen him. She blushed even more, suddenly getting butterflies in her stomach, getting her purse and heading downstairs with fervor. 

She already loved being his. Just for the night. 

She held on tight to Remy, as he rode them to the restaurant. She was still in shock. She couldn't believe she was on a motorcycle. She couldn't believe she was on a date. She couldn't believe she was with him. This was a scene out of her wildest dreams. 

When the bike stopped, she smiled, getting off the motorcycle and taking her helmet off that he had given her, as he ran his hands through his hair, Wild and Free while they rode on the bike. She chuckled, smirking slightly as he noticed her gaze on him.

“What, cherie? You like my look?

Rogue blushed, admiring his look, His suit, a sharp, crimson scarlet, A rose in the chest pocket and a handkerchief, His cologne a wound up scent of nothing but bad decisions and sultry Cajun Drawl.

“Maybe”, she continued. “Now you don't look like a Swamp Rat. More like a Swamp Prince .”

Remy playfully scoffed, Parking and Getting off the Motorcycle, looking slightly offended.

“Really? Chere, I look like a Swamp Prince all the time. Dis was just.. A bad week.”

“Really? A Bad week? Remy, you got a bad year.”

She chuckled, her tone a bit cynical, but not meaning it to be. Remy scoffed again, rolling his eyes, his face irritated. He was definitely offended now. She noticed his expression, and blushed bashfully. Had she hurt his feelings? She didn't mean to. She could've just melted out of embarrassment right at that moment. 

Besides the awkward moment of “flirtation” they'd just shared, Remy walked them inside, and they sat at a table, as Rogue observed the scenery. Everything was right where they left it the last time. Remy sighed, clearing his throat to get her attention. She stared to him a moment, a bit nervous, his previous expression still on his face.

“While we’re still on compliments , I like your little get up.”

He waved a hand to her body, gesturing to her outfit. Rogue nodded, twirling a lock of hair on her finger.

“T-thanks. Picked it out while Ah was at the mall. Not much.. Variety.”

Remy scoffed playfully once more.

“Yeah. Out here, it's get in, or get out. Not an inch of self identity. It pisses me off sometimes. Not being… completely a part of the groove.”

He huffed playing with his cards in his hands.

She sighed, looking at the cards in his hands as it sparked into little pieces in the air, like confetti.

“Yeah. But, its much better in Bayville. At the mansion, Ah can kinda be whatever ah want, even if ah do get weird stares sometimes. Sometimes a little extra attention is alright, though? You know?”

Remy shrugged, leaning forward towards the table.

“I guess.”

Rogue glanced away at his uninterested response, as the waitress gave them both menus. She sighed, looking back at him.

“Remy, Ah’m sorry for what ah said in the parking lot. Ah didn't mean it that way. Ah was joking.”

Remy shrugged, then smiled. He couldn't be irritated at her for long.

“No, no, it's alright. Remy’s hearts took worse words. Besides, I know how to sweeten up Ma Cherie. ”

Rogue smiled as well, lightly chuckling.

“Ah’m glad to know it's not the worst thing you’ve heard. But it still could’ve hurt, right? Ah’m so sorry.”

Remy chuckled himself, smirking at her bashful face.

“Anna, I promise you're fine. I can never stay mad at you anyway.”

Rogue blushed even more, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, glancing at her menu.

“Ah'd hope not.”

Remy smiled even more, admiring her as she glanced at her menu.  He loved her eyes, and how her makeup, although dark, defined her pale face, and brought detail to her brunette eyelashes that poked through her eyes. He loved how she picked her outfit to the T. He loved how her gloves matched every outfit she wore. He loved her gummy smile she wore every once in a while when she was truly happy. He loved how her lip gloss looked when she smiled. He loved how her lips even moved when she talked. He couldn't help it. He loved Anna Marie.

Rogue glanced at him as he stared at her, nervously chuckling, and putting her menu down.

“So.. Remy?”

His head perked up at that, and he blushed, seeing as she had gotten his attention.

“Hm?”

“What are you gonna get?”

“O-oh. Uh.. My Usual.”

“You have a usual here?”

Dammit. He didn't have a usual. He just said that because he didn't know what to say.

“Uh.. Yeah. The..”

He glanced at the menu, Just picking out the first thing he saw.

“The boudin balls.”

Rogue raised an eyebrow at his hesitance, but went along with it, putting their menus at the end of the table.

“Those sound yummy.”

“Well, what are you getting?”

“The seafood gumbo. Haven't tasted some gumbo that hadn't tasted like gumballs in a while.”

They both laughed at the joke, and it seemed like the date was actually going smoothly. As their laughter died down, the music in the bar guided their conversation, and aided in the awkwardness of the sudden date.

As they gave their menus up to the waitress, they spoke again.

“S-so.. About the.. Guild.”

Remy’s face hardened, and he mumbled something in French under his breath. Whatever he had said, Rogue concurred it was not nice.

“Now, Chere. I don't wanna speak about that. I'm living in the present, not the shell of my past.”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow at him, not seeing if he was completely honest.

“I’ve been trying. Of course, the guild tries harder to get me back.”

“..Jean Luc?”

Remy hadn't heard the name of his adoptive father, if he could call him that in about a year now.

“..Yeah. Him and his little pack of cronies, Julien and that girl-”

Rogue’s faced turned. She was even more concerned than before.

“What girl?”

Remy chuckled softly, smirking.

“Remy used to be a desirable man back then, chere.”

Rogues face hardened, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Remy, who is this girl?

“She's just a girl from my past, Chere. This crazy little girl who only loved me for status, and because she had to.”

“What do you mean, “ Had to” ?”

Remy sighed. He didn't like it when Rogue got jealous, especially when it came to a girl like Belladonna . She didn't have any right, nor did she need to, to be jealous of her. She was so much better.

“We was arranged, Anna. Only for the good of both guilds.”

“..Are yall still.. Or…?”

She couldn't help it. She couldn't help it at all to feel jealous. Of all those girls that could Touch him. Take him. Love him better than she could.

“Anna. Cherie, nobody is taking your spot in my heart. You shouldn't worry about anybody else. You perfect.”

Rogue blushed, her jealousy subsided a bit. She knew Remy was a playboy, and that made her mad.

“You sure? You sure shes.. still in New Orleans? Far away from you?”

Remy sighed, shaking his head, smirking slightly.

“Yes, Chere. Last I heard, she's got a more willing man on her.”

Rogue sighed out of relief at that, mumbling something under her breath that sounded a little bit like ‘ good riddance.’

“A-alright.”

As they ate their food, they eyed each other with intent as the music in the bar drew a little more sensual, and the guests of the diner responded to the mood of the night, and got up, dancing slow, close and filled with love.

Rogue bit her lip watching the people dancing together. She only hoped to get that close with anyone. Especially Remy.

Remy noticed her longing gaze, and smirked, setting down his fork.

“What is it?”

“Just.. Seeing people dancing. In love. Its.. Sweet. Do people dance in diners like this all the time?”

“Around these times, yeah. It's couples night after 8:45.”

Remy scoffed, rolling his eyes, as Rogue observed the people still, a gleam in her eye. And influence.

“Oh, come on, Remy. It can't be that bad. Can't you feel the love radiating from these people? The environment?”

“..I guess.”

Rogue sighed at his unenthusiastic tone, getting up from her seat, her hands on her hips, putting her foot down.

“Get up.”

“Chere, what are you talking about?”

“Ah said, get up. We dancing.”

“Dancing? Chere, you must be out of your mind-”

Rogue huffed, threateningly taking off her glove and moving her hand closer to his face.

“Ah'm gonna be in your mind if you don’t get up right now, Remy Lebeau. Ah said We Dancing. ”

Remy sighed, a little nervously, getting up from his seat along with her to the floor, awkwardly trying to figure out where to put his hands. Rogue chuckled, her arms around his neck, a safe distance from his skin.

“This your first time dancing, Swamp Prince? ”

Remy scoffed, trying to get comfortable with the restraints pushed upon them by fate. Still, he tried to seem confident, smirking casually.

“Only with someone who couldn't actually touch me. Usually, all I do is touch.”

Rogue blushed at his innuendo, chuckling softly.

“Ah guess you’ll have to comply with mah tendencies.”

“For you, Cherie, I'll comply with anything.”

He held her waist, covered by the thin silk lace fabric the held them just at a fair distance away, but just close enough, looking into her eyes, soft. Vulnerable. It was about as close as he’d get.

Rogue smiled softly, leaning into his touch a little more, almost a tentative lean, shortened just enough for it to be grazed upon with a flick of a finger.

“Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever wonder what you could’ve been if everything in your life didn't happen yet? Like, if you were a baby, and you just decided, “This is what Ah'm gonna do for the rest of my life” ?” 

Remy chuckled softly, sighing, laying his jacket on her head, and then laying his head there.

“I wish I had that option, Chere. But if I hadn't grown older, I wouldn't be standing here in front of you.”

“Ah guess so. Ah would’ve been in boarding school somewhere in Mississippi if it weren't for mah powers. And Mah Mama.”

That might’ve been the first time Rogue ever referred to Mystique that way. She’d always felt distant from her, it was strange to call her that.

“Mystique?”

“..Yeah. She’s really Kurt’s Mama, but.. Ah grew up with her a little bit. She was always hidden in Plain Sight when Irene had her over, and even then, she.. Talked to me sometimes. Ah always thought of her as a family friend. I guess she is family, in a way. Her and Irene were married when they Had Kurt.”

“Hm. Lots of drama in yalls family.”

“Ah know, right? Ah used to lash out whenever Kurt brought her up as “our” mother. Turns out, she wasn't either of ours.” 

Rogue’s face fell somber. She never expected to ever feel that way about Mystique. After Apocalypse, and her incarceration, she hadn't spoken to her. Kurt often visited her. Rogue spoke her wishes, but never to her face.

Remy felt sorrow for her, rubbing her back and swaying her.

“I get what you're saying. It's hard to have a mother or a father who's less than a parent. Jean Luc got me on my first heist when I was 10. Once he found out I could charge a lock up and blow it to smithereens, I was doomed. He didnt care if I was in school, or out with friends. He only needed me if I was beneficial to him. That's how I got into that stupid gang. He roped me in.”

Rogue sighed, laying her head on his shoulder, sympathizing with him.

“We could write a book about it and then some.”

“Yeah. But dont torture yourself with the memory.”

Rogue and Remy swayed at their pace, in shared silence, as the music relished in their closeness and silence, the soft melody a soothing moment between their chaotic minds.

Resist me

I'm only

The flower of romance

An evening

In Paris

Is taking the chance

Ascending

I'm already there

You′re welcome

If only you dare

Rogue hummed to the melody, her head laid on Remy’s shoulder, relaxed, and filled with love.

Remy chuckled, glancing down at her expression. 

“This the first time I seen you without tension all over you.”

“And what is that supposed to mean, Cajun?”

“Just saying. You look cute with a smile on your face.”

He brushed a stray hair out of her face to see her face better, smiling as he saw her blush.

“Thanks.”

Remy sighed, blushing bashful, clearing his throat before speaking again, trying to speak properly.

“Chere.. I never said this to anyone else before, but.. I think I love you. Genuinely. I-i love your hair, and your eyes, and your smile, and your outfits, and accent, and.. I love you.”

Rogue blushed scarlet red at his confession, holding him even closer. She was so glad he said it, and her voice trembled as she nodded, chuckling softly.

“Ah.. Ah love you too.”

And they continued dancing. They danced until they couldn't dance anymore, and even when they couldn't, their eyes danced in replacement. They really, really loved each other.

Rogue came through the back door, looking out for Logan or the others. Logan looked fast asleep on the couch. She signaled Remy behind her gently, and as silently as she could through the door, Remy smirking as he tiptoed through the door, and smiling down at her as they made it through.

Rogue resisted the urge to chuckle at his smirk, and simply smiled back at him, holding his hands.

“Ah loved tonight.” She Whispered, the joy in her words impossible to ignore, even if she was whispering.

“As did I, Cherie. A little midnight adventure doesn't do anybody no harm.”

Rogue beamed, her gloved hand going over his cheek as she kissed it, lightly caressing his cheek afterwards.

“Goodnight, Remy.”

Remy smiled bashfully, blushing lightly and glancing away.

“N-night, Chere. Sweet dreams.”

Rogue chuckles softly, her feet quietly padding upstairs to her room, closing the door even quieter.

Remy's smile softened as he sighed out of relief, turning the light on, turning around and being met with Logan, sat up on the couch, wide awake. He jumped, his heart practically dropping the moment he turned around.

“Logan! Homme, w-what are you doing up so late? I thought you were-”

Logan cut him off, getting up from the couch, approaching Remy, which did not comfort his spirit.

“Save it, Swamp Rat. I know what you and her were out doing.”

Remy's face paled, and he felt that this would be the first time he couldn't get out of trouble. This was it. Death by Wolverine.

Logan huffed, digging into his back pocket. Remy knew he was done for. He braced himself, eyes closed, back against the wall. He was ready for the beating. And that beating never came. Logan grabbed his hand, placing a stack of cash in his palm.

Remy shuddered, feeling the wad of cash in his hand, and his eyes opened nervously, looking at the wad of cash with confusion and relief.

“H-huh? What's this-”

“For the Jet. And other things.”

Remy raised an eyebrow, kneading through the wad. 30. 60. 100. 140. Almost 200 dollars, in his hand. 

“But-”

Logan huffed again, cutting him off once more, pitting his hand on his shoulder, firm enough to be stern, but not firm enough to be threatening.

“She better have enjoyed that date, Cajun.”

Remy nodded nervously, his words faster than his drawl could even go.

“Uh huh.. Yeah, she totally loved it! I wouldn't have thought that she'd enjoyed it so much, but she enjoyed it so much that she could barely handle it! Yeah.. Please don't kill me..”

Logan chuckled, patting his shoulder, smirking, letting him off easy.

“Easy, Swamp Rat. As long as she liked it. I'm.. glad she got a chance to get out of her shell. Chuck always wants to rein her in, when really, all she wants to do is branch out. Probably why she likes you so much.”

Remy nervously chuckled, speaking as fiercely from the heart as he could.

“Yeah.. Well, I always want her to be comfortable with herself. I know she's strong, but I wanna be her extra fallback. Even when I'm away from her. I want her to know that I'm always here for her.”

Logan nodded, finally letting him go.

“You're a good kid, Cajun. Just need to keep out of trouble.”

Remy chuckled a bit, shrugging and glancing upstairs, thinking of Rogue.

“I'll make sure to keep remembering that.”

Rogue sighed out of relief upstairs in her room, hearing them downstairs through the crack. She was so happy Logan approved at last. Or, at least, supported it to a degree.

She squealed out of happiness, taking her clothes off from the date, going on her happy little tangent to herself again.

“Le Trou Ouvert! Le trou ouvert! Dreams come true at Le Trou Ouvert!”

In fact, she was so happy that she had woken Kitty up from her excitement. She groaned, padding down the hallway and hearing her through the crack, glancing over her and smiling, as she continued.

“Ah almost got kissed at Le Trou Ouvert.. Ah slow danced at Le Trou Ouvert.. Ah went on a date with Remy at Le Trou Ouvert! Le Trou ouvert! Le Trou Ouvert!”

Rogue flopped in her bed, her legs kicking out into the air, her heart racing, as she remembered all of it from the date.

“Le Trou Ouvert… Ah so love the Bayou.”

She sighed dreamily in bed, clutching her heart, as Kitty smirked behind her door.

“Le Trou Ouvert.. A Date at Le Trou Ouvert. Jean is gonna love this.”

And with that, the night went unnoticed with love, and Rogue and Remy finally had their special moment, with nobody lonely to stop them.

Chapter Text

Rogue awakened with a start as her alarm went off. 8:45. She sighed softly, sitting up in bed, seeing the Jet out her window in the backyard. She fiddled with her necklace, still sitting in bed. She really didn't want to go. After yesterday, she was sure she wanted to stay. She would do anything for it. She noticed Remy outside, coming back inside the house. Now she really didn't want to go.

She waited for a moment, moping in bed for about a few minutes. She thought of ways she could get out of this. " What if ah just didn't go? I could stay in this bed all day. However long ah have to stay, ah will. Anything to stay here with Remy." Then logic set in. " Well, that.. Wouldn't be very practical. Ah got it! Ah’ll just convince Logan to let me stay." Logic quickly set in after that. " But ah couldn't. Ah don't have Kitty’s innate ability to beg. Or her puppy dog eyes, or her stupid “Ah want” voice, or.. Anything."

She sighed again, surveying her options. The professor wouldn't mind if ah stayed here forever, right? She curled into a ball on her side, fiddling with her necklace again, feeling that familiar ache of pure yearn. She wondered if Kitty or Jean ever felt that way. About Remy and Rogue’s connection, and her desire to feel her palms against his, without repercussions. They didn't understand her ache. They never would. 

Suddenly, a knock on the door was heard, and she perked up, but immediately fell back down onto the bed, her eyes closed shut, acting as if she was asleep as Jean opened the door, her bags in hand, sitting on the bed.

“Rogue, I know you're awake. I wanted to talk to you.”

Rogue’s eyes stayed closed, not responding and continuing to fake sleep. Jean sighed, rolling her eyes playfully.

“You know, Logan said you could stay as long as you wanted..”

That got her up. She sat up in bed, so happy she could cry. She hugged her cautiously,  something she hadn't done in years, especially not to Jean, of all people.

“Really? Oh, Ah’m so happy, whatever strings you had to pull, thank you so much, Jean!”

Jean patted her arm, appreciating the gesture, but having to break the good news quickly.

“Rogue, I only said that to make you get up.”

Rogue’s face fell, going back to her normal grouchy expression, flopping back down into bed.

"What do you want?”

Jean chuckled softly.

“I just wanted to talk. You seemed like you had a lot of fun being here.”

“Yeah? So?”

“So.. I can only assume you don’t want to leave.”

Rogue scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“You didn't “assume”. You read mah mind.”

Jean sighed. She hated when Rogue was defensive. Sure, they were never that close, but she never had a vendetta or anything against her. 

“No, I didn’t. I just..”

“Just what?” 

Rogue sat up in bed, her hands folded over her chest, a petulant and irritated expression on her face. Jean sighed again, speaking calmly, her hand on Rogue’s shoulder, before she could shrug it off.

“I noticed how you were with Remy last night. And this entire week, you guys have been enamored with each other.”

Rogue’s eyes widened at her confession.

“Oh, so you were spying on me? Tell me this, what about us is so wrong? It doesn't matter to him if we can't touch, and it's not your business whether we do, so what is you guy’s deal?!”

“Rogue, I'm not saying that.”

“Then what are you saying?!”

“I’m saying that I'm glad you’re happy! I want you to be happy. I’m just trying to talk to you.”

Rogue shook her head and looked to the floor. Jean continued.

"I know how you feel about Remy. It’s the same way I feel about Scott, and how Kitty feels about.. Whoever. True Love. Nothing can break it.”

Rogue sighed, her face falling, and expression more soft.

“You really are happy for me?”

“Of course I am. And I know we’re not really friends, but I’m glad to have you on the team. I’m glad to see you happy after everything you went through.”

Rogue blushed, rubbing her shoulders.

“T-thanks, Jean.”

Jean chuckled, smiling. 

“Anytime.”

Rogue sighed, smiling at her back. Jean continued, her voice more teasing.

“ So.. A date?”

Rogue blushed even more, glancing out the window again. Now, she really wanted to go home.

Rogue was still in her room. She had made up the bed, Closed the blinds, and got all of her bags. She sighed, finally finding the courage to leave the room, before leaving a note for Remy at the door. 

Remy, thank you so much for letting us stay here. I had such a fun time being here again and seeing you again. I really, really wish I could stay. Won’t you come by the mansion sometime? The professor would accept you. I would too. All my love, Anna. P.S. Je t'ai laissé un rappel que je serai toujours à toi. XX

She left a box of fudge chocolates with the note, and one of her good, black thongs on the dresser, leaving the house and going outside, to where Logan was loading everyone’s things in the jet.

She sighed reluctantly, throwing her bag in the Jet and going to Remy. 

As the plane started up, the team piled back in. Except for Rogue, who was finding (and fighting) every reason to stay there with Remy. She hugged him tight, not wanting to let go.

“B-but if Ah could just stay here, Ah could be just fine living here with you. Ah don't have to go back to Bayville..”

Remy brushed the stray hair from her face and chuckled at her insistence.

“Chere, you gotta go back with your team. I promise I'm gonna be back for you. You always know where to find me.”

He reassured her, but she just wouldn't let go, shaking her head.

“But-!”

He shushed her, bringing her finger to her lips as she pouted.

“I'll be back for you, Anna. You'll always be my little Rogue.", He kissed her forehead, her gloved hand right over it. "Now get to that jet of yours. I have a feeling your team'll get pissy waiting for you.”

Rogue blushed and kissed his cheek, her gloved hand over it for protection. It only reminded her of the barrier between them for a moment, but for that moment, her mind was crowded with nothing but love for him.

“A-alright.. Bye, Remy..!” She said, slowly treading to the X Jet.

“Eh, call me when you get back to that dere mansion, okay?” Remy yelled, wasting even more of her time. It seemed he didn't want her to leave either.

“Ah will! R-remember what Ah said about your pride!” She began walking the steps to enter the X Jet, still taking her sweet time.

“I will, Chere! Love you!” He yelled back, extending their conversation by a moment.

“Ah love you too-!” She had been cut off by Logan's impatient grumbling.

Logan rolled his eyes and grumbled, his hand on the button to close the door. “WOULD YOU JUST GET IN HERE ALREADY?!”

Rogue chuckled and rolled her eyes back at him, getting in begrudgingly. “Alright, alright!”

Logan closed the door to the X Jet, but Rogue was yet to continue her little goodbye to Remy, resuming it in the window of the Jet, waving goodbye to him down below as they took off.

Remy waved back at her from the window as he watched the Jet extend further into the clouds, marking the end of their little visit once and for all.

Rogue sighed as Remy stopped showing up in her view, walking over to her seat and looking out the window to occupy herself.

The rest of the team turned around and looked at her while she walked to her seat, teasing questions in their minds as they saw her googly eyes. Rogue huffed, and glared at them.

“What?”

The rest of teenagers snickered, Kitty coming to sit beside her, and Kurt turning around in the seat in front of her.

“Rogue's got a boyfriend, Rogue's got a boyfriend!” Kitty teased, poking her in her stomach and snickering.

“Ah do not!”

“Sure seemed like you did, Schwester ..” Kurt as well teased, going along with Kitty as they imitated mocked her and Remy's goodbyes.

“‘ Ey, call me when you get to that dere mansion, chere!’ ”

“‘ A-ah will, Remy! My sweet swamp rat!’ ”

Kurt and Kitty laughed out loud, And Rogue blushed even more, covering her face.

Suddenly, the Professor's voice came over the PA system in the Jet. Everyone silenced as he spoke to them, looking up at the speaker.

“Now, now, Kurt, Kitty. If Rogue prefers Swamp Rat to City Boy, that's her personal choice.”

The whole Jet erupted with laughter as Rogue embarrassedly laughed herself. They were never gonna let her live this down. And that was kind of a good thing.

Epilogue

“Oh, Rogue!” Kitty yelled, snickering happily as she skipped into the kitchen, something behind her back. Rogue only knew she was up to something.

“What is it?” Rogue asked, eyeing her down with her eyebrow raised.

“I made you a souvenir from the trip. I knew how bummed you looked when we had to leave, so I made you something to remind you of home.” She chuckled and gave her the paper behind her back. It was a folded up drawing, and Rogue’s face softened. For a moment, she thought she was safe. 

“Aw, thanks, Kitty. A-ah mean, you didn't have to-” She had spoken too soon. When she unfolded the paper, it was a drawing of her and Remy, holding hands with hearts around them. She could tell it had been festering for a while, and it was just enough to make her livid.

“So, you like it?” Kitty held back her laugh as well as she could.

Rogue crumpled up the paper. 

“Kitty, Ah swear Ah’m gonna get you one day!” She threw the balled up paper at Kitty, flustered and rightfully irritated.

Kitty just laughed and teased her even more, skipping out of the kitchen, a satisfied look on her face. 

“Rogue and Remy Sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

Rogue grumbled and shook her head. Once she was sure Kitty and everyone else was gone, she uncrumpled the paper and held it to her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, Kitty and Kurt were just around the corner, peeking in on her.

“How’d she react to her gift ?” Kurt whispered, snickering a little.

Kitty saw Rogue hold the paper to her chest, her expression softening.

“I think she really liked it.”

The End. For now.