Black Velvet
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female › Remy/Rogue
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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8,828
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8
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Black Velvet
Please don't sue. I don't own Marvel.
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.
--Alannah Myles, Black Velvet--
2:15 AM
Rogue wakes up groggily, answering the ringing phone by her beside. On the other line, a sad and teary voice says, "Hello? Is this Marie?"
Rogue frowns and looks at the clock, trying to place the voice. "Yes, this is Marie," she says tiredly.
The voice breaks down and there is sobbing. "Oh God Marie! I'm sorry. I don't know how to tell you this...but...Cody died an hour ago."
Rogue froze for a moment, a look of shock on her face. “No,” she said, putting a trembling hand to her mouth, her head shaking in disbelief. “No. He...he can’t be dead. They said that they might be able to pull him out of the coma,” she said in a half whisper, half whimper.
A solitary, burning tear slips down her face. Letting in a shuddering breath, she begins to sob. They speak only for a few more moments before she hangs up the phone. She sits in bed, wrapping her arms around her knees, bringing them close to her chest, rocking herself.
She remembers the man that has just died. The first and only man she had ever dared kiss or touch. She hated herself for doing it, as it cost an innocent man with everything to live for, his life. He had been in a coma for 13 years, all because of her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Later that Day
It was about 7:30 at night and supper had almost been concluded. Hank and Logan were worried about her, so they both asked Remy to check on her. He rolled his eyes, but did as was asked of him. He wasn’t really happy with the idea, seeing as Rogue and he had gotten into a fight the night before.
As he reaches Rogue’s room, he frowns knocking on the door. It was quiet. Very quiet. Knocking again, he closes his eyes and puts his ear to the door.
“Rogue? Chere? It’s Remy. Open da door chere,” he said a little worried.
After the 4th knock, he opens the door a crack to see Rogue on the floor in her nightgown, hair a mess, eyes swollen and red, rocking herself.
“Petite? Wha’s wrong? Tell Gambit wha’s wrong?” he said kneeling in front of her, touching her knee with a gloved hand.
Rogue answered in a pathetic whimper as more s fes fell and she broke into another sob. “Cody died this morning,” she said brokenly.
Remy closed his eyes and sighed. He drew her close and she gratefully leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He ran his hand down her back, letting her tears soak through his shirt. “It’s alright chere,” he said softly. “I’m sure it was just as hard for him t’ let go as it is f’ you to let go of him.”
“But you don’t understand Remy,” she whis, he, her heart shattering. “I killed him. I kissed him, so it killed him,” she whispers again, shaking at the control she took to hold down her anger.
“It wasn’t your fault Rogue, you know that. You didn’ know you had powers like dis’ ” he said as he stroked her hair. “Don’ blame yourself.”
Standing up after a moment, he sighed. “You need to go to dat’ funeral. And you can’ go alone, so Remy go wit’ you,” he said in a tone boding no argument. “I’m gonna go talk to da Professor about us goin’, ok?” he said softly. “Take a shower and I’ll be back wit’ some food,” he whispered.
Turning around, he left to go talk to Charles.
When he left, she sighed and grabbed new clothes and took a shower. She turned on the water to scalding and sat in the shower, letting loose her tears of frustration and anger.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I understand that she needs to go, so I will allow it, but I will not allow you to go by yourself with her. You must have Logan and Ororo accompany you,” said Charles Francis Xavier.
The old, bald man with the blue-gray eyes, stared at Remy’s red-on-black eyes. It was obvious he was still upset with Remy even after Antartica. Remy’s jaw clenched at that and he snapped out his words.
“Fine,” he said turning his back slamming the door. He didn’t mind Logan and his Stormy coming along truthfully, but he wished that the Professor would trust him. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this.
Walking to Ororo Munroe’s loft, he knocked the door and opened it. “Stormy?” he whispered.
There wasn’t any answer, but he knew she was here. Logan was there as well. He saw the hat lying carelessly at the foot of the stairs. Letting his empathy flow through the room, he caught the feelings of the two people and smiled.
It was about time Ororo and Logan got together, he thought. He had somewhat pushed the idea into his sister’s head.
“Logan, Stormy!” he yells out again. “We’ve all gotta pack. We goin’ to Mississippi two two weeks!” he yells from the bottom of the steps.
Logan, shirtless, came over to the stairs and stared at him. “What the hell do you mean by that!” he said growling.
“Just what I said cher,” he said with a smirk, knowing Logan hated that term of endearment.
Ororo Monroe, dressed in a violet colored, silk robe stood next to Logan and smiled, shaking her head at her brother.
“Don’t you know that tangling with a Wolverine isn’t the healthiest thing for you to do?” she said raising a delicate brow.
She shook her head and her curly white locks fell over her shoulders as if it had been arranged as such.
Remy chuckled and nodded as he put a cigarette loosely between his lips. He knew that messing with Logan probably wasn’t the best thing at the moment, but he didn’t quite care.
“What’s the occasion,” Logan said grumbling at the Cajun.
“Cody’s funeral,” he said with a sad look on his face, as he lit his cigarette with his powers.
Both Logan and Storm looked wor, bu, but Logan looked the most worried. He knew the story between Cody and Marie and he wondered how she took the news.
“How’s she takin’ the news?” he asks in a soft voice, as if talking to himself.
“She’s cryin’ still. She has been since she got the news dis’ mornin’. Da petite blamed herself for his death, but I tol’ her she couldn’t have known. She’s in the shower now. I’d better go get her,” he said as he turned around.
“We’ll be ready in a few hours,” Ororo said, putting a hand on Logan’s shoulder.
Remy nodded and went off to Rogue’s room.
TBC
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.
--Alannah Myles, Black Velvet--
2:15 AM
Rogue wakes up groggily, answering the ringing phone by her beside. On the other line, a sad and teary voice says, "Hello? Is this Marie?"
Rogue frowns and looks at the clock, trying to place the voice. "Yes, this is Marie," she says tiredly.
The voice breaks down and there is sobbing. "Oh God Marie! I'm sorry. I don't know how to tell you this...but...Cody died an hour ago."
Rogue froze for a moment, a look of shock on her face. “No,” she said, putting a trembling hand to her mouth, her head shaking in disbelief. “No. He...he can’t be dead. They said that they might be able to pull him out of the coma,” she said in a half whisper, half whimper.
A solitary, burning tear slips down her face. Letting in a shuddering breath, she begins to sob. They speak only for a few more moments before she hangs up the phone. She sits in bed, wrapping her arms around her knees, bringing them close to her chest, rocking herself.
She remembers the man that has just died. The first and only man she had ever dared kiss or touch. She hated herself for doing it, as it cost an innocent man with everything to live for, his life. He had been in a coma for 13 years, all because of her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Later that Day
It was about 7:30 at night and supper had almost been concluded. Hank and Logan were worried about her, so they both asked Remy to check on her. He rolled his eyes, but did as was asked of him. He wasn’t really happy with the idea, seeing as Rogue and he had gotten into a fight the night before.
As he reaches Rogue’s room, he frowns knocking on the door. It was quiet. Very quiet. Knocking again, he closes his eyes and puts his ear to the door.
“Rogue? Chere? It’s Remy. Open da door chere,” he said a little worried.
After the 4th knock, he opens the door a crack to see Rogue on the floor in her nightgown, hair a mess, eyes swollen and red, rocking herself.
“Petite? Wha’s wrong? Tell Gambit wha’s wrong?” he said kneeling in front of her, touching her knee with a gloved hand.
Rogue answered in a pathetic whimper as more s fes fell and she broke into another sob. “Cody died this morning,” she said brokenly.
Remy closed his eyes and sighed. He drew her close and she gratefully leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He ran his hand down her back, letting her tears soak through his shirt. “It’s alright chere,” he said softly. “I’m sure it was just as hard for him t’ let go as it is f’ you to let go of him.”
“But you don’t understand Remy,” she whis, he, her heart shattering. “I killed him. I kissed him, so it killed him,” she whispers again, shaking at the control she took to hold down her anger.
“It wasn’t your fault Rogue, you know that. You didn’ know you had powers like dis’ ” he said as he stroked her hair. “Don’ blame yourself.”
Standing up after a moment, he sighed. “You need to go to dat’ funeral. And you can’ go alone, so Remy go wit’ you,” he said in a tone boding no argument. “I’m gonna go talk to da Professor about us goin’, ok?” he said softly. “Take a shower and I’ll be back wit’ some food,” he whispered.
Turning around, he left to go talk to Charles.
When he left, she sighed and grabbed new clothes and took a shower. She turned on the water to scalding and sat in the shower, letting loose her tears of frustration and anger.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I understand that she needs to go, so I will allow it, but I will not allow you to go by yourself with her. You must have Logan and Ororo accompany you,” said Charles Francis Xavier.
The old, bald man with the blue-gray eyes, stared at Remy’s red-on-black eyes. It was obvious he was still upset with Remy even after Antartica. Remy’s jaw clenched at that and he snapped out his words.
“Fine,” he said turning his back slamming the door. He didn’t mind Logan and his Stormy coming along truthfully, but he wished that the Professor would trust him. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this.
Walking to Ororo Munroe’s loft, he knocked the door and opened it. “Stormy?” he whispered.
There wasn’t any answer, but he knew she was here. Logan was there as well. He saw the hat lying carelessly at the foot of the stairs. Letting his empathy flow through the room, he caught the feelings of the two people and smiled.
It was about time Ororo and Logan got together, he thought. He had somewhat pushed the idea into his sister’s head.
“Logan, Stormy!” he yells out again. “We’ve all gotta pack. We goin’ to Mississippi two two weeks!” he yells from the bottom of the steps.
Logan, shirtless, came over to the stairs and stared at him. “What the hell do you mean by that!” he said growling.
“Just what I said cher,” he said with a smirk, knowing Logan hated that term of endearment.
Ororo Monroe, dressed in a violet colored, silk robe stood next to Logan and smiled, shaking her head at her brother.
“Don’t you know that tangling with a Wolverine isn’t the healthiest thing for you to do?” she said raising a delicate brow.
She shook her head and her curly white locks fell over her shoulders as if it had been arranged as such.
Remy chuckled and nodded as he put a cigarette loosely between his lips. He knew that messing with Logan probably wasn’t the best thing at the moment, but he didn’t quite care.
“What’s the occasion,” Logan said grumbling at the Cajun.
“Cody’s funeral,” he said with a sad look on his face, as he lit his cigarette with his powers.
Both Logan and Storm looked wor, bu, but Logan looked the most worried. He knew the story between Cody and Marie and he wondered how she took the news.
“How’s she takin’ the news?” he asks in a soft voice, as if talking to himself.
“She’s cryin’ still. She has been since she got the news dis’ mornin’. Da petite blamed herself for his death, but I tol’ her she couldn’t have known. She’s in the shower now. I’d better go get her,” he said as he turned around.
“We’ll be ready in a few hours,” Ororo said, putting a hand on Logan’s shoulder.
Remy nodded and went off to Rogue’s room.
TBC