Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Hey!!! I'm back. Did you all think I'd been abducted by aliens or something? It's been a difficult year in too many ways to explain. So, let's just get on with trying to finish this bloody story.
Thanks to all who have encouraged me to continue the story. I've really needed the push. And to those who are not enthused with my little side story with Rogue and Gambit...too bad. I try to write real novels and real novels have side characters with stories of their own. So those of you who don't like my Rogue/Gambit stuff, you might want to skip this chapter although it has some really hot sex. (That's for Dina, my sweet Hungarian!)


Chapter 79


Rogue woke slowly, stretching a stiff neck and shoulder. The bed side lamp still sent out a halo of soft light that she could sense behind closed eyes. Then a strange feeling tingled down her spine and back up...like someone was watching her.

Slitting open her eyes, Rogue had to blink a time or two to focus her vision still blurry from recent sleep and there not a foot from her face was Remy LeBeau, his head propped on his forearm gazing at her with those scarlet eyes of his.

A little smile stole across his mouth, humored and tender at the same time. He said nothing, just watched her as she watched him. Caught in his gaze, Rogue felt as though the world had disappeared and she floated on a cloud of cotton softness.

A dream. Perhaps this was nothing but one of her silly dreams. Yet she felt awake...felt Remy’s warmth and the aura of his power, his manliness...even simply, his presence as real as the bed beneath her and the walls of knotty pine wood surrounding them.

He reached out with a gloved hand, different gloves than the ones he normally wore, his fingers covered as well as the rest. The supple thin leather stroked strands of hair back from her face and behind her ear. Rogue’s heart leapt into her throat, a streak of lightning striking her groin. His fingers trailed over her cheek and along the slope of her neck then with the wisp of a touch, along her chin and up over her lips.

She reached up and took his wrist in her gloved fingers, tears trying to push from her eyes. “Don’t,” she choked out and turned her face to the pillow.

“Why, chere? Ya deserve to be loved,” Remy replied in a whisper, tracing her jaw and gently turning her face back to his. “You are a beautiful woman, Rogue. Ya need a man’s touch.. And Ah want ta be that man. The one that makes you feel good...that gives ya what ya need.”

“Whatdya know about what Ah need?” she shot back, afraid of what was about to happen and the consequence of even a mere kiss.

“Ah know, mon ami,” Remy said with an understanding gentleness that surprised Rogue. “Ah know ‘bout feelin’ alone...’bout feelin’ isolated cause of bein’ different. Ah blew up a lot a things before gettin’ ma talent under control.”

“Ya did?” For some reason that admission on Remy’s part surprised Rogue. He seemed so confident and capable.

“Indeed, chere. Ya think that made a lot a friends?”
Rogue shrugged and looked away, her thoughts going inward. “Ah guess not.”

“A lot were scared a me; ‘fraid Ah’d blow ‘em up if Ah touched ‘em.”

This time, Rogue nodded and her fondness for Remy LeBeau increased a smidgin.

He reached out again and turned her face, his gaze intense. “Ah care for you, Rogue...Ah.” He stopped in mid sentence and his brow drew together in consternation. “Would ya tell me your real name, chere? Ah promise not ta use it if ya don’t want me to, but damn if Ah don’t want ta know.”

A grin stole across Rogue’s mouth and she thought about denying his desire, yet for the first time in a very long time she wanted to confide in someone that little secret part of herself.

“Marie,” she said in a soft voice.

He stared, then a smile pulled up one corner of Remy’s lips. “Marie. What a pretty name.”

“But Ah’m not a Marie, Remy. Ah’m a Rogue.”

His smile increased, spreading like sunshine rising with the dawn. “Yes, ya are, cherie. You a Rogue if ever Ah saw one.”

“So ya won’t tell no one...right?” she said.

Remy made a cross against his chest then put two fingers to his lips. “Our secret, mon ami.”

“Cause Ah’ll kick your skinny butt if ya do tell,” Rogue said, needing to assert strength when she was feeling weak kneed and a little giddy.

“We wouldn’t want that now would we?” Remy replied with a smirk. His fingers returned to her face, tracing along her cheek and once again smoothing her hair back.

“We still can’t kiss, ya know,” Rogue stated, fearing he’d forgotten what her kiss had done to him once before.

“There’s other ways ta intimacy, chere.” He drew a little closer, those eyes boring into hers with intensity of purpose. “Let me show ya, Rogue. Let me show ya what a man’s touch can make ya feel.”

A knot worked it’s way into Rogue’s throat and she wasn’t certain if she felt like throwing up or screaming a heart felt ‘YES!’

So she nodded her assent and let him gently push her down on her back, his gloved fingers trailing across her collarbone and between her breast, deftly working the buttons of her shirt. His hand caressed her breasts through her clothing.

His body snuggled close to hers and Remy’s warmth flowed into her hip and down her belly as his hand swept back the shirt and stroked her bare skin.

Rogue let out a moan when Remy stroked between her breasts and unclasped her bra.

“Beautiful,” he sighed, cupping one breast and stroking her exposed nipple.

Rogue moaned again and her groin ached with need and want and a desire to be touched. He pulled her closer, caressing her skin. The power of his sensuous touch sucked at Rogue, her mind drowning in delirium of sweet surrender.

Her body pulsed with pleasure and she ground against him with the need for physical contact.

Remy worked her nipples, one then the other, stroking and pinching lightly, rubbing each with those satin soft gloved fingers. She felt her orgasm rising like a flood washing over her body, tingling down her nerve endings. Crying out, she reached for him, holding onto Remy’s hip and rocking against him.

His fingers never stopped their delicate manipulation, only stroking down her belly as her orgasm faded. She felt, as if from far away, his fingers opening her jean, his thief’s hands agile and deft.

He rose up above her and when Rogue opened her eyes she saw something wonderful in Remy’s LeBeau’s gaze and in the curve of his smile. Not triumph. No, nothing deceitful or manipulative. There was something though, pleasure perhaps. Pleasure at giving pleasure.

Perhaps she was fooling herself, but what she was feeling was too good to give up.

Rogue allowed him to tug down her jeans, his movements always graceful, never awkward or frenzied. Then he lay down beside her again, stroking her hip and shoulder, caressing her hair with such a tenderness, that Rogue felt tears prick at her eyes again.

“Relax, ma beautiful Rogue. The pleasure has jus’ begun. Remy want more than anythin’ else in life right now ta make ya happy, ta make ya feel oh so good.”

Rogue offered him a frantic nodded, her breath ragged with the need for his touch.

His hand stroked her belly then lower, pushing her legs apart further with each stroke of his hand. She felt wet between her legs and when his fingers moved into that wetness, Rogue nearly came up off the bed with a gasping moan of ecstacy.

Remy’s chuckle echoed around her. The light laugh might have come across as mocking, but the tenderness of his touch denied that harsh assessment.


“It all right, chere,” he whispered close to her ear, his breath warm and rich against her skin. “Enjoy. This be all for you. All you have a right to.”

Rogue let her head fall back and she moaned again when his fingers entered her, stroking in and out across her clit.

God! She wanted his lips on hers. Wanted his tongue in her mouth and his cock deep inside of her, but reality hovered over their bed, a reminder of the consequences of her desire.

Her hips moved as his fingers did and all the time his fingers made love to her, Remy whispered the most lovely words in English and in French, endearments Rogue had only dreamed would ever be spoken to her in the heat of passion.

The orgasm was slower in coming this time, building with exquisite measure. It’s peak caught her off guard and Rogue came up off the bed with a cry of release. Remy pulled her back down, his fingers continuing to stroke in and out of her until she lay exhausted and sweaty and on the verge of tears again.

Remy lay beside her, his hand caressing her hip and thigh.

She lay still until her breath evened out then turned her face to find Remy’s eyes closed, a little satisfied smile on his face though she could see a bulge in his pants that said he hadn’t gotten any such satisfaction.

Could he have enjoyed giving her pleasure as much as she had enjoyed getting it?

Turning on her side, Rogue reached out this time, her hand caressing Remy’s cheek. His smile broadened, but still he didn’t open his eyes. She traced his chin and nose, across the cheek bone, sweeping fingers through his hair. He turned his face up and caught her fingers with his lips.

Remy’s scarlet eyes opened and with sudden embarrassment, Rogue looked away and pulled her hand back. But he caught her hand in his and drew it back to his lips, kissing her gloved fingers one by one.

Tears sprang to Rogue’s eyes, refusing to be suppressed any longer. A sob escaped and she pulled free, rolling and gathering her clothing.

“Rogue,” Remy said, rising and coming around the bed. “Ah didn’t hurt ya, did Ah? If Ah did, Ah’m sorry. Ah didn’t mean ta.”

“Hurt?” Rogue replied with a sob. “It was...the most wonderful...thing anybody ever did...for me.”

“Then why the tears?” he countered with confusion clouding his face. “Why ya runnin’ away, chere?”

“Ah’m not,” she shot back, disturbed by the feelings boiling up inside of her. Confusion and anger rode on the back of sweet satiation. “Ah’m...Ah’m...oh gawd dammit! Remy LeBeau you are the damnedest creature.”

“Ah swear Ah’m not tryin’ ta be.” He put his hands on his hips, his posture one of frustration. “Honestly, woman. Ya could drive a crazy man sane.”

Rogue stared at him through her tears, trying to understand Remy LeBeau. But she didn’t know how. At least, not yet. A smile forced its way onto her mouth then a snicker started, turning into a laugh.

She laughed and brushed at her tears, realizing she was standing in the middle of the room mostly naked while Remy was nearly fully clothed.

A smile broke across Remy’s face and he shook his head in mock exasperation. “Come on back ta bed, chere. Please.” He stepped closer and held out his hand. “Let me hold ya, Rogue like a man ought after makin’ love ta his woman.”

“Your woman?” she replied, but came and took his hand, dropping her clothes on the bed once again.

“Don’t start strippin’ my words lookin’ for trouble, mon ami.”

She grinned up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head against his shoulder. Hands worked their way down Rogue’s back, caressing and massaging all the way to her buttocks.

He led her back to the bed and Rogue shrugged out of her shirt and bra and climbed into bed. They maneuvered until relatively certain they’d keep from touching skin to skin and with Remy’s arm over her waist and his legs snug against hers, Rogue slipped off to sleep hoping for sweet dreams of kissing Remy LeBeau.