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The taste of bourbon still lingered on his lips—warm, heady, and intoxicating. Rogue didn't know if it was the liquor or him that made her dizzy, but the world blurred around the edges as she melted into him, her body pressing flush to his with a hunger that had nothing to do with alcohol. (1)
She chased that taste with a kiss that deepened slowly and indulgently, like she was trying to drink him in. When Remy finally pulled back, lips brushing hers lightly, his breath was unsteady, but his eyes were dazed and lustful.
"If I didn't know better," he drawled with a taunt, "I'd say y' were fixin' t' jump me, chère."
Rogue's grin curled slowly and wickedly, her voice a velvet purr, "Cajun… if you don't bring those lips back down here, jumpin' you is gonna be the last thing on my mind."
He arched a brow playfully, smirking like the devil, "Well… can't have that."
"Damn right," she grabbed his collar and pulled him back in—rougher this time, more urgent—as the elevator gave a soft ding, signaling their arrival at the penthouse suite.
Neither of them moved.
They stayed tangled in the moment, their panting breaths mingling, until the doors slid open.
They'd left the party down in the square, the pulse of music and the swirl of champagne and glittering lights still a blaze down below. But here, high above Genosha's revelry, the night wasn't over. Not for them, at least.
The music was still faintly audible, drifting in through the open balcony doors—but the only rhythm either of them cared about now was the thrum of their racing heartbeats, and the tension that sparked in every brush of lips and fingertips.
Rogue dragged Remy into the room, barely getting two feet inside before she pushed him up against the wall and started yanking his button-down shirt from his pants. She was practically feral for him, and he was by no means going to deny her whatever she desired.
His hands were insanely hot on her back as he teased the thin space of skin between her shirt and shorts. She moaned into his mouth, mumbling against him sweetly, "Don't tease me now, sugah."
He chuckled lightly, his hands now circling her backside as he drawled in her ear, "Hmm, wouldn' dream of it."
Rogue squeaked in surprise as his hands worked their magic, and that delighted smile of hers lit up the room.
Hands traveled effortlessly, quickly opening buttons and tugs on zippers that left them both in a near state of complete undress, their lips finding new spots to enjoy the taste of their dewy skin as they went. If Rogue had her wits about her, she would've wanted a shower after such a long day on the tropical island, walking and dancing for hours in the intense heat. But nothing was going to stop her from getting exactly what she wanted right at that moment.
Once Rogue managed to get Remy's belt undone, feeding it through the loops of his weathered jeans and tossing it to the floor with a heavy thud that signalled her urgency, she smiled up at him with a devious look in her eye.
"Whatchu thinkin' bout?" Remy asked her curiously just as he finished getting her bra clasp open, and watching her with renewed awe as she bared herself before him without a second thought—a sight he would never take for granted.
"Just wonderin' how long you'll last…" she purred as she slowly ran her hands over the front of his jeans, feeling the bulge of his manhood straining against the denim.
He hissed in a breath at the added pressure, but he didn't have to wait long as Rogue slid her hands down his thighs, kneeling before him, and looking up at him like she was going to have the most fun in the world torturing him.
"Merde…" he moaned blissfully, pressing his back into the wall in hopes of stabilizing himself so he wouldn't keel over from the image she presented him with.
Rogue leaned forward with her mouth, taking hold of the zipper and dragging it down, her hands securely at his thighs, running up them as his jeans went slack, falling around his ankles. She wasted no time as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them off, leaving Remy LeBeau completely bare before her.
"Anna…?"
He caught her attention as her hands coyly danced around his body, avoiding the one area he knew she was keen to have fun with. She flipped her hair over her shoulder with that wicked smile and asked, "Yeah, sugah?"
Remy smirked as he gently cupped her cheek in his hand, "Go a li'l easy on me? I wan' t' have some energy fo' later."
Rogue's eyes softened a little, and her evil grin changed to one of saccharine adoration as she whispered with a huskiness in her voice, "Now how can I argue with that?" (2)
She leaned forward, running the tip of her tongue up the underside of his length, and Remy's body shivered in delight instantly. The thrill of her touch was still too much for him sometimes, and Rogue could see it in the way he would always react to her. It gave her such a sense of power over him, but one she would cherish and wield responsibly.
Her hands joined her lips, applying just the right amount of pressure with each stroke over him. Rogue had set the pace that Remy's hips couldn't help but rock against as she took him into her mouth.
This was all stuff Rogue was still getting used to, but she loved giving as much as she'd enjoyed receiving Remy's own attentions on her. He was always gentle with her. Even when she would coax him to be a little rougher or harder with her, she could tell her didn't have it in him to 'mistreat' her in any way… however, he would oblige as far as he felt he could go before feeling like he was degrading her.
Even now, with Rogue on her knees and eagerly sucking him off, Remy gently laced his hand into her hair; not to pull it or yank it, but to keep it out of her face. She dared to look up at him, and his brow was knitted in concentration, his skin had a sheen to it from sweat, but that loving, dopey smile of his never faltered.
She loved this man with her whole heart.
Exchanging one of her hands to move lower and start massaging him, Rogue wanted to smile when she felt his legs shake a little, as if he would collapse any moment.
"Ughh…" he groaned from deep in his chest, "Chère—"
He was getting close, and Rogue wouldn't let him stop her.
Her head bobbed back and forth, taking most of him down her throat, and her hand compensated for what her lips couldn't reach.
Though he was reaching his peak, his hand in her hair never tightened, and a few seconds later, she jolted unexpectedly when she felt the warmth of him into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She held still for a moment, her lips enclosed around him as she let every bit of him finish inside of her, swallowing it all, and like a drug, her body felt electrified; as if her skin had become hyper-sensitive.
Once his tension eased back, Rogue let her lips go slack, and he popped out of her mouth, dripping a little as he held the corner of the wall to stay standing.
"Fuuuuck…" he moaned to himself.
She wiped the bit of him that escaped the corner of her lips with her thumb as she sweetly asked, taunting him, "Lookin' a bit tired there, Cajun. That enough fer ya tonight?" (3)
It was like she'd dared him to steal something, and that fire in him reignited, "Not even close, mon cœur."
Rogue barely had a chance to get to her feet before Remy plucked her up and carried her to their California king-sized bed, setting her down delicately on the edge. She giggled at his antics, amazed he had the stamina to stay on his feet. But he, too, was soon down on his knees before her, locking his eyes on hers. Rogue started to feel that warmth in her cheeks as Remy's hands glided smoothly over her skin and pulled at the lace panties that barely covered her. He slowly raised each of her legs, kissing along her pristine skin as the fabric was tugged off and thrown to join the rest of their discarded clothing.
"I am gon' need a few minutes t' recover, " he drawled between each kiss, working his way back up her thigh, and raising her legs to prop up over his shoulders. Rogue leaned back on her hands, wanting to watch him, just as he had watched her.
"Take all the time you need, sugah," she replied lazily, biting her lip in anticipation as Remy's eyes never left hers, his head dipping down between her thighs.
Silver-tongued devil that he is—it would be the death of her, Rogue thought to herself.
The eagerness with which Remy made love to her with his mouth was always a godsend, as if the heavens had parted long enough to bestow her the pleasure that only he could provide.
Her moans soon became uncontrollable, and her legs started to twitch in excitement. Remy would soothe his hand over her body, pinning her hip to the bed as she started to ride him, an act that was of her body's own volition.
Her head rolled back limply, her throaty cries for him only pushing Remy to pleasure her more, and reawakening his own arousal for her.
She was dripping honey.
Soon, Remy's fingers joined his mouth, and as he curled them inside her, Rogue couldn't keep herself upright. Letting herself fall back into the bed, panting and begging for more, Rogue's hands fisting in the sheets, looking for anything to take hold of.
"Remy…"
The vibrations of his warm laugh at her desperation sent a wave of desire through her, strong enough like a current dragging her out into the ocean and drowning her in this ecstasy. With restrained gasps for air, Rogue's body tensed, and Remy hungrily drank her honey as she came with wild abandon.
Collapsing into the plush bedding, Rogue sank into the feeling, letting it come over her in waves, and as Remy coaxed her down slowly from her high.
"Sugah…" she cooed for him, her hand finding his as quickly as she sought him out, "Come 'ere."
He laughed under his breath at her drowsiness, but went willingly, crawling up onto the bed beside her and cuddling with her as she regained her senses. They exchanged languid kisses, tasting more than just the liquor from before. It was sweet, and salty, and savory, and it was everything. (4)
Slow drags of fingers across their backs tingled along their spines, careful and delicate with each other, handling the other like they were porcelain. They both knew this would be a night they wouldn't forget.
Rogue pulled away a little, watching as Remy's eyes stayed fixated on hers, and the soft glow of the light outside brightened the glow of his own ember-like eyes as he drawled romantically, "I never be able t' say this 'nough but… y' the best thing that ever happened t' me, chère."
That soft hum of Remy's was divine, and Rogue wasn't sure she'd ever get tired of hearing him say such beautiful things.
She brushed his cheek as she replied playfully, "I know yer just sayin' that 'cause yer drunk."
He shook his head, moving a piece of her wild hair from her face, "Non... I mean it."
She smiled sweetly at him, laughing a little as she said, "I ain't always been easy t' love… but somehow, y' make it feel like I was made for this."
His eyes softened, the usual mischief giving way to something deeper as he whispered, "That's 'cause you were, Rogue. An'... maybe y' jus' needed someone t' remind you… that y' deserve t' be loved… as y' are."
She felt the words settle inside her, her hand lingered at his jaw, thumb sweeping gently over his stubble as he leaned into her touch, his hand gently covering hers.
"You keep talkin' like that," she said with a coy smile, "an' I might just start believin' it, Cajun."
Remy's grin curved slowly, "Then I guess I better keep talkin'... eh chère?"
Rogue felt her heart ache in the best kind of way, a fullness in her chest that made it hard to breathe. She let out a soft laugh, half from joy, half to keep from crying, "I mean, ya do always know just what t' say."
He smiled, like she'd given him the best gift in the world, "I's funny… how the right words always find me when it be you starin' back at me."
She leaned in, their foreheads touching one another as they listened to the music in the distance slowly reset their pace and their kisses realigned.
"Keep talkin'," she sighed against his lips, pulling Remy on top of her, their lips never parting, and letting their hands hold onto one another, roaming over each other in need.
Of course, he obliged her, "You be the reason my heart keeps beatin'."
Rogue moaned against his neck when she felt his hands over her breasts, massaging them pleasurably as he continued to pour his heart out for her, kissing along the column of her neck, "Wit'out you… I'd be lost, ma chère."
Rogue's nails dragged over his back as she begged, "Remy… I need you…"
He wrapped Rogue's legs around his waist, feeling her dripping need for him against his need for her, as his voice hummed as soft as velvet, "Y' have me, Anna… all o' me. Every bit of me be yours." (5)
Their bodies aligned as Remy slipped himself inside her, and Rogue welcomed him with a long moan before she gasped, "—I love you, sugah."
Never a stutter or hesitation, Remy replied breathelessly, "Je t'aime aussi. Mon Dieu, je t'aime… mon cœur."
He groaned into the junction between her neck and shoulder, repeating the words like a mantra before coming up for a breath. She pulled his lips back to hers affectionately, as Remy started to move inside of her, igniting the slow rhythm that set both their hearts on fire.
They lavished themselves in the even tempo of their lovemaking, enjoying being connected once more, like they were home.
Rogue's hands raked through his hair as she held him against her, like he could have been ripped away from her at any moment, and she would never let him leave her grasp. Her legs tightened around him as his pace gradually heightened, and Rogue desperately mewled for him, "Remy…"
He returned her name just as desperately.
It wasn't long before Rogue started to feel that familiar rise in her belly, and she panted out her need in his ear, "Faster! Please… faster!"
The warmth of her breath against him and her more than reasonable demands set Remy's desire on full throttle, as his hips snapped harshly to hers, as his hand made its way between them, stimulating her already overtly sensitive nerves. Rogue threw her head back as she cried out for him, and pushed her body to meet his, holding onto his shoulders as she reached her climax once more.
Remy drawled into her neck, barely able to slip himself out of her in time as he came. Everything was so intense, every nerve on fire, both of them heaving for each breath as they collapsed into each other.
Remy fell just beside her so that his weight didn't crush her, but Rogue followed his warmth, unable to detangle herself from him and only wanting that sensual feeling of him on top of her to remain.
"Don't move… not yet," she demanded weakly, her only desire to continue basking in the afterglow of this moment.
Remy chuckled faintly as he held her to his chest, "O' course. 'M not goin' nowhere, chère."
"I just… need you right now," she replied sweetly, her hands drawing circles over his back.
The man was clay in her hands, molded to whatever she needed of him. He leaned in, brushing his nose against hers as he pressed into her for a loving kiss, and Rogue sighed, relinquishing control.
Remy finally rolled onto his side and sat up on the edge of the bed, looking out over the open balcony window, the curtains delicately billowing in the light wind from the ocean breeze. His body shivered at the sudden coolness against his skin, as did Rogue's.
Without much thought, Remy closed the balcony doors and retreated to the bathroom, finding a towel to wipe himself off with and another to help Rogue with her clean-up. Once they were both in better states, Remy discarded the massive duvet cover, and they both settled between the thin bedsheets that felt like a cloud compared to the motel bedding they'd slept on only mere weeks ago.
Remy chuckled softly to himself, the sound low and warm in his chest, causing Rogue to tilt her head against his shoulder, a curious smile tugging at her lips.
"What's got you smilin' like that?" she asked, her fingers idly tracing circles against his skin.
He let out a breath, his arm tightening just a little around her, "Nothin' really… just thinkin'... feels like that night in the motel was a lifetime ago, non?"
Rogue laughed gently, the memory sparking a glint in her eye, "Yeah… can't believe it's only been a few weeks."
Remy nodded, pulling her in close as she curled into his side, "Best weeks of my life."
She looked up at him, then reached to cradle his jaw, guiding his face to hers for a kiss — short, but full of love. Her voice brushed softly against his lips, "Mine too."
They melted back into each other, limbs tangled and hearts steadying, their bodies finally succumbing to their jetlag — but Remy's mind remained restless.
"Rogue…?"
She let out a soft, sleepy hum in response, more a breath than a word, already halfway asleep. Remy let out a faint chuckle through his nose, not expecting much more.
Still, he whispered into the dark, more to himself than to her, "Y' think… maybe… we could do this fo'ever?"
His question went unanswered—just the slow, steady rhythm of her breath rising and falling against his chest, calm and steady.
Remy looked up at the ceiling, blinking slowly, letting the silence stretch around them.
"Yeah," he said softly, brushing his thumb along her arm, "Feels like maybe… we could."
Her breath shifted, just slightly. Maybe she heard him. Maybe she didn't.
But he stayed like that—eyes heavy, heart full, and not needing an answer just yet.