Rogue’s Romance
The woman known as Rogue screamed, not out loud, mind you, but loud enough that most of the telepaths (Jean Grey Summers, Charles Xavier, and Elizabeth ‘Betsy’ Braddock) knew it. She was in pain.
The music was soothing, and warm. Hank McCoy and Celia Reeves, the two on staff doctors knew all about Rogue’s inability for touch, and how, as a woman in her late twenties, that must have driven her crazy.
She wasn’t a virgin, per se as she had lost her virginity to her five-fingered talent, but she had never felt the loving embrace of a man. Who knew of that longing, better than she? To have a love for someone so deep like that, but to never be able to touch him. It had to be the ultimate betrayal of everything that she had ever thought of as human.
It was easy to see to everyone in that room, and everyone not in that room, that for as long as all of their friends hand known about the couple that Rogue wanted the handsome Cajun.
The other facet of the problem was that Remy Lebeau a/k/a Gambit also wanted the brown haired beauty.
Rogue looked at the cup of punch in her hand, that Remy had just handed to her, it was a deep, rich red, and she wondered if he had done her the favor of adding a little something into it. God knew at times like these she needed it.
She wanted the man, everyone in the entire compound knew that, and all there knew that she wouldn’t be able to have him.
“Rogue?” The Cajun’s thick lilt lifted her out of her funk. “Do you want to go ou’side mebbe?”
“Yes, I think that I’d like that…” Rogue placed the glass upon the countertop of the bar; she’d come back for it later. There would be time for all of that later; she knew there would be. The chances of her getting any were, as usual, nil.
The two star crossed lovers strolled outside; Rogue could feel Remy’s strong muscular body through the thin material of his duster. Oh how she wanted him, how she wanted him to have her.
Her heart felt like a lump of stone inside her chest. She could feel as it beat and pulsed, but she wanted him for so much that she couldn’t have him for.
“Come on follow me.” Remy took her gloved hand inside of his, gently pulling her where he wanted her to go.
“Where ah we goin’ Remy?”
“Someplace special, Che’re.” He checked one of the pockets of his duster, to see if he had everything that he would need. The large lump was still concealed inside of the inner pocket of his duster. This would work out just fine.
He led Rogue through the forest. She could feel the snapping of branches underneath her feet. “Where ah we goin’ Remy?”
“Don’t you worry none Che’re, Remy’s got you.” He put a hand on her back to help guide her where he wanted her to go.
“Are we almost there?” She was getting nervous. She never did like walking blindly into things, especially literally.
“Yes Che’re, we’re almost there.” Remy placed a hand on her shoulder, and made her turn. “Only a few more feet.”
“Then can I look?”
“Yeah, Che’re. Then you can look.” Remy helped guide her around wooded areas, and roots that might trip her up, but even though she was invulnerable, He wanted to make sure that she was well taken care of. He lifted her up over the branches, and settled her into him, so that he was carrying her, the way that both of them wanted to do it.
He lay her down on the quilted blanket, the stars were brightly twinkling, and the row of candles that he’d lain out beforehand were almost ready to be lit. He ran a fingertip over the wicks of the candles and magically they burst into flame.
Rogue stared in awe at the power that her man was holding within him. She was still wondering how he was going to touch her. He turned his back to her and fished around in his pocket.
“Remy, whatcha doing?”
“Easy Che’re jus’ a little somthin’ dat ole’ Remy got for you.” He pulled out a plastic sandwich bag that contained something white.
“What are you going to do with those, Remy?” Rogues voice was fearful the only time that she’d ever seen a pair of those was when she’d gone into the doctor to have a pelvic exam, and she sure as shooting didn’t want her lover to perform anything like that on her.
“Just relax, and lay back, Rogue.”
Rogue did as she was asked, but admittedly was still nervous. She was a virgin for one thing and for another, her damned mutant powers made it almost impossible for anyone to touch her with out their body, soul, and mind being sucked up into oblivion.
Remy expertly slid on the gloves, and turned to Rogue.
“What are you going to do with those Remy Lebeau?”