Exercise

Remy sleepwalked back into the mansion at 2 a.m on Sunday morning. Why had Piotr decided to enter a drinking contest against the Thing, anyway? That meant Remy had to stop drinking far before he wanted to so he could drive home safely, and then he'd had to endure the metal man's attempts to sing all the way back home. Beatles songs with a thick Russian accent were almost unendurable. Not to mention unrecognizable. Without bothering to turn on a light, he stripped to his skin and got into bed, asleep before he could pull his covers up over his body.

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Rogue turned and stretched, bumping her hand into her dresser and knocking her gloves, as well as something heavy, off onto the floor. "Damn." She bent down to pick them up and paused. Her yellow gloves laid next to a thick gray remote control. Had she taken the DVD remote from the den again? Jubes and the rest would be ticked if they couldn't watch the movie they'd gotten.

No, wait. This was her remote. She grinned and tapped the power button.

Forge had set up both her bedroom and Remy's with cameras and monitors. The output from her room was going to go directly to Remy's, and the output from the cameras in his would come to her monitors. She could see the man himself, sleeping soundly, naked and white against his black coverlet. This was going to be fun once he woke up. He would see numerous images of her, doing … wait. He was stirring. She got to her feet, stripped off her nightgown, and began doing some aerobics naked before the cameras.

There was no way he could resist. She was going to enjoy watching his reactions to her little show.

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A group of X-men were gathering in the television area to watch Dark City this morning. Bobby Drake was already seated in a chair by the door, Hank and Kitty had claimed the couch, Scott was on the floor next to the couch, and Jamie and Rahne were on the love seat.

Jubilee squished between Hank and Kitty on the couch and sighed happily. She was finally going to get to see Rufus Sewell in another movie. He'd been so cute in Cold Comfort Farm! Hank flicked the remote and a picture came up, but it wasn't the usual church or ranting preacher that came up.

It was Rogue's room and she wasn't doing anything in there that had anything to do with church or preaching. She was rly rly naked and going through exercises that made the men in the room twitch. Remy could be seen on a monitor behind her, gaping as she started doing jumping jacks, her muscled buttocks contracting enticingly.

Jubilee didn't try to turn the movie on. Rogue had refused all of her attempts to get information out of her as to how her wager was going. This was pure blackmail gold. She did, slyly, start the VCR taping in the background while the men gulped and the women watched in silence.

Jean-Paul stuck his head into the room, smelling of fresh lavender. Frowning, he bent down and asked Bobby, "What are you watching?"

Bobby cleared his throat, his eyes not moving from Rogue's breasts as she did some arm stretches. "Rogue."

Jean-Paul nodded and turned to go.

"And Remy."

Within two seconds, Jubilee was deposited in Bobby's lap and Jean-Paul was seated in her old place, between Hank and Kitty on the couch. "Hey!" she protested feebly.

Bobby put his arm around her. "Get comfortable. Stay a while."

She relaxed and watched the continuing action. It wasn't like she minded getting closer to Bobby.

Oo. Remy was reaching for his cock. She leaned forward, bright eyes gleaming with interest, as Scott muttered for Remy to resist it and Kitty chortled in glee, clapping her hands in delight.

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Dieu. Rogue was a beautiful figure of a woman.

Awakening, Remy did not question at first why Rogue's image confronted his sleep-swollen eyes. He simply watched, amazed, ecstatic, and hungry for her. He followed her with his eyes as she moved from one exercise from another, stretches to kicks, swelling hard at her mere image. His hand crept up to his right thigh, his thumb nearly brushing his twitching penis before he remembered he should not.

Trembling, he put his arm back at his side. It had been enough, however, for him to question why he was seeing her at all. He also noticed a slight pout on Rogue's face as she got on the floor and spread her legs wide. He tried to think about it as his left arm betrayed him this time and stroked over his lower abdomen … she was bending to stretch, a sly smile on her face …

He threw his arm back behind his head and panted with frustration, but his mind was finally clear. There should not be large wall monitors in his room. He should not be able to see Rogue. And she plainly could see him, which also should not be happening.

So. She decided to go after him this way, hein? Well, two could play this game, and Remy was eager to show her all his good sides, too. He relaxed, closed his eyes, and stretched his arms over his head, pushing his hips up from the bed as he did. He kept his eyelids cracked open, just a touch, and saw her quiver as her eyes looked upward to keep track of his reactions.

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In the den, the shouting and cheering rivaled the noise level there had been for the last Super Bowl. Rahne, Kitty, and Jubilee were urging Rogue on to victory, Scott was in tears of laughter that Remy had caught on and was howling on the floor (as red as his visor), and Hank, Bobby, and Jamie were cheering for both players alternately. Only Jean-Paul was silent amid their cries and yells, a wondering, wistful look on his face as he watched Remy stand and give another terrific, terrible full body extension that showed off his well-muscled thighs and stomach as well as his throbbing genitals.

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Oh, God. Remy was posing again. This time he'd decided to turn around, back to the camera, and bend over the bed. His ass clenched, he looked back over his shoulder wickedly, and she couldn't stand it any longer. She gave up pretending to stretch and stood, glaring at the camera. "Remy, wouldn't you say this has gone on long enough?"

He turned and sat on his bed. "Oui, chere. You ready to call it quits?"

"If you are."

He considered it for a moment, then inclined his head gracefully. "I think we have a tie."

"I'll give you fifteen seconds to get ready."

Remy blinked. "Chere, we going to need at least…"

She ignored the sound coming from the screen, turning and hurling herself full-force at her window. The glass shattered and she flew outside, sun glinting off the minute fragments of glass in her hair.

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Remy sighed and opened his window, finishing his statement despite Rogue's inability to hear it. " … five minutes." He pulled on his boxers and felt the air as she swept in and landed on his bed.

"You doi doing the wrong thing, sugar." She gave him a daring, dangerous glance.

He bent over and tossed her a sweatshirt. "Put this on, chere."

"Why?"

He got closer and murmured, "Cause for what Remy got planned, we gotta do a little traveling."

She threw the shirt on without further questions and followed him out of the room.