Title: Just once

Author: RabidX (Rabid_x@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Rogue

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Rogue thinks about what went wrong and does the only thing she can do to apologize.

Disclaimer: Marvel's?

Notes: For Jaereth/Patrick .

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Just once

By RabidX

 

Rogue stared out the window, watching the rain fall. It was another wet and miserable spring day in Westchester County. All she wanted was out. Out to fly, out to forget, out to get away from everyone, even for a little while. Instead, a hurricane had to blown in today. Top that off, Ororo was away in Africa. Not that she'd change the weather patterns just so Rogue could go flying, after all she was always careful of that.
She sighed. Too much had been happening around here. The past year had been, well, insane. She went insane after kissing Remy. Professor Xavier went insane after blasting Magneto. Logan went insane thanks to Apocalypse. And, well, they all went kinda insane in Antarctica. She shivered at the memories of that day. What had she been thinking, leaving Remy to die out there?
<Yeah sugah, tell yaself it was all him. Jus' keep on thinkin' it was what he wanted.>
Remy had a deathwish, to be sure, but wasn't it her own fear and disgust at him over the Morlocks that made the final decision? A decision she had no right to make. How anyone here had forgiven her, how *he* had forgiven her, she would never know. Somehow they had. Somehow he had made it back. And, somehow, he had still loved her.
They couldn't be together, she knew that. Powers aside, they both had too much hate, hurt and loathing for themselves to make it really work. It had been romantic for a while, the unrequited romance between them. It had, however, just fed on it's self and gotten desperate and sick. Love and lust had made them both angry, hurtful and hateful.
<It's made us worse than we evah were.>
She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked. Just once it would have been nice to touch his face without her gloves. Kiss his lips without possibly killing him. Thanks to Magneto, she was no longer a virgin, and had grown to love the outlaw mutant, but there was still a nagging feeling for Remy. And Magneto had turned her away. Told her it was just gratitude she was feeling. Even the one man she *could* touch hadn't wanted her.
She ran a gloved hand through her hair. One man couldn't touch her and loved her, one could but ran her off. No wonder her heart ached all the time. Then there was Joseph. No need to go there. He was gone.
<What do Ah feel f'them? Ah still love Erik, but Ah still care about Remy. An' how in t'world does he still care about me?>
She stood suddenly, jaw set. An idea, one she had shunned before, grabbed her mind. She went downstairs to Hank's lab and opened drawers and cabinets until she found what she was looking for. She shoved it into the pocket of her jacket. Running back upstairs, she went outside and took off, oblivious to the rain.
The wind was strong, nearly blowing her off course, but she put her head down and flew on until she came to the boathouse. The lake was full of swells, not quite blowing over the dock yet. She knew Remy would stay here unless the water blew in the door. Then he might come up to the mansion. She hoped the swells wouldn't get worse, she wanted to be alone talking to him.
She landed and squared her shoulders. Now or never. She knocked on the door. A tense moment went by and then Remy opened the door. He was wearing just a pair of old jeans and toweling his hair. He stared at her, seemingly stunned for a second and then stepped aside to let her in.
"Well you look like a cat dat done fell in da water barrel, chere." he said. "Lemme get you a towel."
"Well at least ya didn't call me a polecat." She laughed, relieved he had let her in.
He handed her a fresh towel and looked at her hair. "Now dat y' mention it..." he grinned.
He watched her towel dry her hair and run the towel down her clothes, trying to get some of the water off. <T'hell y'doin' here Rogue?>
As if sensing his thought, Rogue looked at him. "Ah came t' see if we could talk."
"You flew out here in dis storm t' talk? Well hell Rogue, ain't dat all we eva do?" he sighed, leading her into the kitchen. "But I guess if we gonna talk, I'd betta put some coffee on so we don' bot' get sick."
She furrowed her brow. Off to a not so good start already. "Remy Ah know all we do is talk, but Ah don't think we talk about t' things we shoulda talked about."
Remy was silent as he made coffee. He watched it pour out into the pot until it was done. He could feel Rogue's eyes on him the whole time. He poured two mugs and got cream and sugar. He handed her a mug and dumped three huge spoons of sugar in his. When he though he could control himself, he leaned against the counter and looked at her. She was standing at the sink, looking wet and forlorn.
He sighed again. "W'at t'ings you wanna talk about eh?"
"You 'n' me." she whispered.
He felt heat rise to his face. "Hey, you de one who made it clear der ain't no 'you 'n me', chere."
"An' Ah was right, Remy! There isn't, there cain't be. We ain't good t'gether an' you know it." she said
He was getting mad, she could tell. This was not going well at all.
"So why you wanna bring it up now eh? We done had dis talk an' I t'ink I am gettin' th' message, me." He put his mug down. "I may take sometime gettin' t'ings t'rough my skull, but..."
"Remy please. Jus' hear me out o.k.? Ah've been thinkin' 'bout us an' how we both know it won't work. We are jus' *wrong* f' each other. We hurt each other too much." she said, desperate to make him understand.
He looked down at the floor. "I know dat. I wanted t'hate you f' leaving me behind, but I know y' did what I wanted. What I deserved."
It was her turn to get mad. "No, that's where yer all wrong. *AH* was t'one who messed up. Ah left ya t'die an' you... you... " She broke off, her eyes spilling over with tears. "How can ya say ya still love me after that?"
Remy just looked at her. How could he? He had no idea, he just did. But she was right, they were wrong for each other, terribly wrong. Over time, their love was fading, too many fights, not enough trust. Love her, yes he still did, but it was a pale shadow of what it once was, like a picture found in an old attic trunk.
He smiled a sad smile. "I guess what coulda been was all I could t'ink about once but what is kept gettin' in de way, chere."
She nodded. "That's what Ah mean. Oh Remy, there is nothin' Ah can say t'make things up t'ya... "
"Hey," he interrupted, "It's o.k., chere. We're bot' adults, we will get over dis. I still wish dat jus' once..." He trailed off.
Rogue wiped her eyes and smiled a bit. "Me too. An' Ah think we can and should."
Remy looked at her questionly. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out what she grabbed from the lab. A modified Genoshan collar. His eyes grew wide.
"Rogue...you don'..."
She waved a hand. "Ah know, but Ah wanna. Ah cain't make up f'everythin' Ah did t'ya, but maybe a little. 'Sides, it's t'only way t'get this outta our system."
"Um. Jus' dis once? An' we go back t' bein' like we were?" he asked.
"No sugah, maybe we'll be better t'each other this time around. It's fo' t'best Ah think."
He nodded. "Agreed."
Rogue took off her jacket and slowly fastened the collar around her neck. She felt a slight buzz as it clicked shut. Hank had modified a few of these to use in case someone got out of hand or they needed to subdue a villian. They wouldn't drain your will like the used to. She wondered, briefly, why she hadn't used one before.
<'Cause sugah, you didn't want it that way. It's different now.>
Remy looked at her, concerned. "You ok, chere?"
She walked over to him and smiled. "Ah feel a little weaker than befo', but..." she pulled off her gloves and took his face in her hands. "Ah feel fine." She kissed him lightly.
Remy sighed against her full lips. He had kissed her twice before and paid nearly with his life. This time, there was no soul pulling drain, no weakening of his mind, just his knees. Her long fingered hands felt soft against his face. He took one in his own and kissed the knuckles.
"Let's do dis righ', chere." He whispered and led her to the bedroom.
He closed the door and turned to face her. She smiled nervously at him and came closer. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. She buried her face in his hair and breathed deeply. He smelt fresh from the shower, all soapy and spicy. She ran her hands up and down his back, relishing the feel of his skin under her hands.
She pulled back and stared into his crimson and black eyes. Yes, she could hold him like this all day, but her body was trembling in need of more while it had the chance. She kissed him, letting her lips open and his tongue in. He tasted of coffee, cigarettes and heat. She moaned around the kiss and pressed closer. She kissed him harder, deeper, letting all her passion bruise their lips as she sucked on his tongue.
He broke away with a gasp. "Damn, chere!"
She giggled and stepped away. She kicked off her shoes and slowly, teasingly, slid her shirt off over her head. Remy started forward, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. She undid her jeans and wiggled out of them. Her bra and panties soon joined the rest on the floor. She lay back on the bed.
"Touch me, Remy. Touch me all ova."
Remy knelt next to her on the bed and stared down at her. Full breasts and hips, legs slightly parted. His erection was threatening to rip his jeans open. He placed a hand on her belly and caressed the taut muscles there. She sighed happily and reach over to pluck at his jean buttons.
Trying to control himself, Remy stood and quickly pulled them off. He lay down next to her and pulled her close. Rogue shivered, everywhere skin met skin, little shocks of pleasure ran through her. Remy's hands were everywhere on her body, running up and down her back, over her hips, legs, shoulders. She squirmed against him, trying to feel all of him at once. His resultant moan right in her ear sent heat shooting down between her legs.
Kissing and caressing, they explored each other. Rogue found that he was sensitive just behind his left earlobe. Remy found that she was sensitive just about anywhere, but mostly her back. Each time he ran his fingers down it, she shivered and arched against him. He ran his hands back up her front and cupped one of her breasts. He bent his head and licked the hard, pale rosy nipple. Rogue gasped and twined her fingers in his silky, wet hair. Encouraged, Remy sucked the nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Rogue's breathing became a ragged gasp as she arched her back.
Remy ran his free hand down her spine, lightly scratching as he went. He trailed his hand over one hip and down into the tangle of hair between her legs. Still sucking at the nipple, he stroked deep into the wetness he found there, searching and probing. Rogue spread her legs and he slid two fingers into her. His thumb brushed her clit and she clamped her legs shut, trapping his hand there.
He grinned at her and began to work his fingers in and out of her. His thumb pressed down and her legs flew wide again. He slid down between them and pressed his hands to her thighs. He was going to make sure she enjoyed this. He dipped his head and inhaled her musky scent. Gardenias and honey. His tongue flicked out over her clit once and he dove it in deep before she could react.
Rogue's mind was whirling and her body was on fire. Remy's tongue licked and probed, his mouth sucked and nipped. She felt a warmth spreading from her stomach to her pussy. Her legs trembled and she twined her fingers in the sheets. Her hips began to buck, pressing against Remy's mouth. Her orgasm ripped through her, fire and electricity setting every nerve alive. She cried out loud and long, arching up off the bed.
Remy slid quickly up her body and thrust his aching cock deep into her. She clawed at his shoulders and called his name as she came again, pulsing around him. Tingling waves coursed through her as he began to slowly slide in and out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved with him.
Hands planted on either side of her head, Remy watched her face. He memorized every twist and turn of her features. When she opened her bright green eyes, he kissed her tenderly. Slowly, he began to pick up speed, feeling her heat grasping at him, pulling him deeper and deeper. He felt pressure building in him, felt himself slipping. He thrust in one last time and came with a hoarse shout. His body locked every muscle tight, his cock pulsed deep into her. He collapsed, finally, gasping for breath.
They lay, tangled up together, for a long while, sweat drying on their skin. Rogue finally slid out from under him and got dressed. He sat up and waited until she turned to leave. He stood and unlocked the collar from around her neck and placed it in her hands. She smiled and stroked his face with a, once again, gloved hand and left.
Remy crawled back into his empty bed, wishing, just once, she'd stayed.
Just once.

 

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