Rogue Thoughts

Title: Rogue Thoughts
Part: 2/2
Notes, Warning, Disclaimer etc. in Part 1.

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Remy sit sitting on the edge of the bed, stark naked when she came out of the bathroom. His body was a golden color, illuminated by the few streaks of sunlight filtering in through the one small window in the room.

He was lean and hard. His arms and chest were perfectly sculpted. His legs, covered by thick hair, were well muscled. And his... Rogue wished her make-up was still on to his some of her blush covered cheeks. His penis was erect, long, thick and pulsing with blood.

Rogue tried not to stare. Really, she did. But, her eyes refused to look at something else... anything else.

How had she gotten herself into this mess? Oh, right, her libido had done the thinking instead of her brain. That was it. Stupid libido. Even stupider, drop-dead gorgeous Cajun.

"Rogue?" He got up and stood in front of her. He seemed genuinely concerned. "What's wrong? Scared?"

Rogue looked up at him. It was weird, aside from his nudity, seeing him out of uniform. His hair was surprisingly different. It looked a little like Scott's, but longer and shaggier. And, without the cowl, his face was fuller and more handsome.

And those unusual, gorgeous red and black eyes of his seemed even more hypnotizing. But maybe it was just the smoldering gaze he had leveled at her.

"N-no. It's just," She laughed nervously, bowing her head. Only, that proved to be a mistake. Her gaze locked on "Little Gambit" again. Her head snapped back up, her green eyes wide. "Er... Ah've never..."

"Seen a man naked?" He smirked his cocky little smirk.

"Uh... well, Ah have. Just... " Rogue shut her eyes, wholly embarrassed that she wasn't able to pull off a carefree attitude like he was. What happened to the hardened Rogue of days gone past? The one who'd walked in on many a teammate naked. It never affected her like this.

"Look at me, Rogue." She opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her chin. "We start this, I don't think I'll be able t'stop. Are you absolutely sure?"

"Ah... Ah wanna do this.\e fae fact that he was offering her an out was terribly sweet. Rogue knew that she wouldn't be regretting this night, even if it turned out to be all "they" had.

"Then we need t'get you out of these clothes." He smiled gently, pulling her top over her head.

Not daring to look up at him, she busied herself with unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She kicked off her Chucks as she started to shimmy the tight denim down her hips.

"Dieu..." Remy breathed reverently, running his hands over the soft curve of her hips.

Rogue shivered at the contact. His calloused fingers traced random patterns against her oh so delicate skin. Her legs shook so badly, she had to give up trying to get her pants off and held onto Remy's shoulders for support.

"I think it's time t'move t'the bed."

"'Kay." Was her shaky reply.

Remy chuckled at her response before lifting her into his arms and laying her with the utmost gentleness on the soft mattress. He placed the faintest of kisses on her mouth, then on her bellybutton and moved down her body to pull her pants and socks off.

He nuzzled her thighs and placed at heated, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of one leg before scooting back up her body.

He pushed her legs apart and fit his lower body snugly between them. He groaned and she whimpered as his penis pushed against the thin and drenched fabric of her panties.

"So wet for me, Cherie." He pressed his mouth against hers. Rogue whimpered helplessly. The sensation of her almost nude body against his was too much to take.

Obviously giving her time to get her wits about her, it was a few moments of a sweet closed mouth kiss before Remy's tongue began sliding against her lips, begging for admittance.

Tentatively, Rogue opened her mouth. Remy wasted no time then. His tongue slid into her mouth, expertly and gently flicking at hers until she was responding in kind.

One of his hands slid around her, quickly undoing the clasp of her bra. He broke their kiss to pull off the scrap of satin and lace.

Rogue's nerves were back full force. She was shaking and was having trouble breathing. Remy smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. He simply yanked the panties from her body. The ripping nose made Rogue push at him so she could sit up. She took the ruined material from him, angry.

"Why..."

"They were in my way." Remy grinned, which made her scowl and for a second, made her forget she was now completely naked in front of this man who was practically a stranger to her.

"Remy, those... oooh..." She gasped as he slid a long finger against her wet pussy lips. He found her clit and pushed it gently. He slid the finger down and into her. She was tight. The only other thing that had ever been in there were her own, tiny fingers. The sensation as he moved the finger in and out of her was amazing. He would push at her clit with his thumb every time he pushed back into her.

"Remy... please..." She panted, not fully knowing what she was begging for. Sure, she'd come the few times she's masturbated, but she could tell the orgasm he was bringing her teasingly to would be a thousand times more intense.

"Just lay back and enjoy, Cherie." He moved back down her body and began laving the area around her breast with kisses, licks and nips. With his... unoccupied hand, he cradled one soft breast. He squeezed almost to the point of pain, then released it, doing the same with the other.

He moved his mouth over one of the mounds and touched the firm nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Ohhh..." Rogue's body arched upwards as he continued to bring her off with his talented hands. His moved to the other breast, taking the nipple completely into his mouth and sucking.

Rogue came, bucking hard against his hands. Her mouth was open, little gasping noises escaping her.

Rogue felt like she was flying. No... she'd flown before and this was a trillion times better! She'd seen fireworks explode... mountains crumbing... ocean waves crashing all around... every dumb description used in those cheesy romance novels she'd secretly read were true. Who'd of guessed?

Her body felt like ice that had just spent the day exposed to the hot summer sun; wonderfully melted. And damn if she didn't feel deliciously stated. The cat that ate the canary had nothing on her!

She didn't think she could feel better that she did at that moment, until she felt Remy suck on her clit.

She looked down at the man who'd just given her the greatest high she'd know. He was lapping at her come, kissing her swollen labia, then sliding his tongue where his fingers had just moments before been.

Rogue tossed her head back and cried out his name. After a few more minutes of torture, he moved back up to her and kissed her. She could taste herself in the searing kiss.

Rogue locked her legs around his waist and rocked her hips against his. His swollen penis rubbed against her belly.

"I imagine this'll probably hurt, Cherie."

"Ah know." She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck and he slid one hand between them to guide his blood gorged member into her.

Remy rubbed the swollen head against her before holding it against the tiny opening. Her hips jerked up involuntarily when she felt the tip enter. "Easy, Rogue." He tried for soothing, but his voice shook a little when he spoke.

Rogue looked up at him. His face was strained. His muscles were tense and he was sweating heavily. She brought one trembling hand to his face, pushing his hair out of way way. She let it rest on his cheek as he continued to fill her.

Rogue felt a slight twinge of pain as he hit her natural barrier. He jerked back a little.

"Sorry." He looked truly apologetic.

Rogue shook her head, smiling a little. "Ah'm not." She pushed her hips forcforcing him all the way into her. She felt a pain that was unlike any other. A mix of hurt and pleasure rolled into one.

Remy collapses atop her. His weight, surprisingly, wasn't crushing. "Dieu, you feel..." He groaned. "You feel wonderful, Rogue."

After a moment, he pulled himself up, bracing one arm on the pillow beside her head. The other he used to hold one of her legs tight against his thigh.

Rogue tried to ignore the pain by using Remy's hot bod as a distraction. She mapped his chest with her hands. She tweaked his nipples, smiling when his eyes rolled back in his head as a response.

She grazed his pecks and abs with her nails. Rogue really wanted to lick him for some reason. He just seemed... lick-able. Rogue giggled the thought of licking her own Gambit-sicle.

"Hummm..." Maybe later...

"What's so funny?" He looked a little offended that she was laughing at such a moment.

"Nothin'." She pulled him into a hug, slowing rotating her hips against his.

Remy pulled out of her almost completely. Rogue whimpered as her sensitive walls fluttered around him. He pushed back into her slowly.

She felt awkward at first. Just laying there as he pumped in and out of her. As he started going faster, however, she arched her hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust. He managed to hit her clit on each upward thrust.

He would whisper sweet nothings in French and English in her ear, until the crescendo of their coupling came.

He had wrapped the arm that had been holding her leg, around her, holding her tight against his chest. His grip was near bruising. Rogue's arms were wrapped around him, her nails digging into his muscled back.

"Oh... god... Remy..." She cried as she came hard. Her orgasm, her tightly clenched walls around him, brought him to his own.

"Rogue..." He gasped her name as his seed filled her. "Ma amour... J'taime..."

She jerked to a sitting position and looked around. "Not again." She groaned slapping her hands over her sweat slicked face in a frustrated manner. "Of all the stupid, perverse..."

"Rogue... shut up, I'm trying to sleep." Kitty mumbled sleepily from the other side of their shared bedroom.

"Sorry. Ah had a bad dream." She replied lying down and pulling the covers over her head.

"You've been having bad dreams for, like, ever. Actually, come to think of it, since The Professor said Gambit was thinking about joining. Do you think it's 'cause he kidnapped you? Maybe you should talk to The Professor about it."

"Er... no. Ah'm sure they'll stop." Rogue blushed at the thought of telling anyone just what she was dreaming of. If she could just get his thoughts out of her head, she'd be fine. She could stop having weird sex dreams about him and get a decent nights rest.

She knew this would happen if she absorbed him. The memories of others faded after a few days, but his were sticking like glue in the forefront of her mind.

"Whatever."

But... somehow, she knew that even if The Professor purged her mind again, she'd still dream of him. It was like her mind was infected. "Damn persistent Cajun." She grumbled.

"What was that?" Kitty asked.

"Nothin'. Go to sleep, Kitty."

"Goodnight, Rogue."

"Yeah." Rogue shut her eyes, hoping for a dreamless sleep the rest of the night...

"Bonsoir, Cherie." Gambit lay atop a red, silk sheeted bed. The only thing he was wearing was a sexy smirk. "I've been waitin' for you."

Rogue looked up, her gaze meeting a mirrored ceiling. She rolled her eyes. "Why me?"

The End.