Romy; Mirror, Mirror

[fitslikeaglove]

Title: Mirror, Mirror
Characters: Rogue, Remy LeBeau
Verse: Earth Zero; an interlude
Previous Scene: Through the Looking Glass

Wanting to do something and actually doing itwere two different things, it turned out. Fancy that. Rogue skirts the peripheral of the pool, deciding, no, she really doesn't need to go swimming. Or undress. Or put on a bathing suit that covered less than her underwear did. She ends up sitting on the edge of the pool with her jeans rolled up and her feet in the water. It's more than she'd have ever done before, so she feels a smidge less cowardly than she might otherwise. Babysteps. She'd already made out with her boyfriend in someone else's bed, after all. That, she felt, was quite enough bravery for one day.

Let Remy get down to nothing; she'd sit back and appreciate the scenery.

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She could push him away, could even fly away, but that wouldn't be any fun at all, and he caught her fair and square, so Rogue lets herself be caught, grinning up at him, blinking away the water. She crawls her fingers up his chest, leaning up to kiss his chin. "Dangerous, huh?" She eases in, arms looping easily around his neck. "Gonna pull me down, sugah?"

[masterofthecards]

He held her close to his chest, a happy hum bubbling up from deep inside somewhere as her fingers tickled up his skin. His eyes focussed on hers, taking in every curve of her face, his reflection in her eyes. The playful sparkle remained, lighting the black and red depths gazing into her perfect emerald orbs. In his whole life, Remy couldn't remember being as happy as he was with spending just one hour with Rogue.

Marie.

One hand traveled up her side, feeling her breathing, her pulse pounding, moving up to cup her throat, slide down over her heart and feel it beating beneath his palm. He breathed deep, keeping their gazes locked and cupping her cheek, "No, not down, You ain't gon' get pulled down anymore, Marie...I wanna see you fly."

He leaned in, bringing their lips together for a slow, tender kiss.

[fitslikeaglove]

The way he's looking at her, how he's speaking, it reminds her of their second date: doves and rats. Watch her fly. It'd damn near broke her heart then, it's killing it now. Kissing him back, she cradles his face, keeping it just as slow and tender as he was, but then she wraps her arms around him, lifting him clean out of the water. They hover there, her easily keeping them both aloft. "Sorry, Remy, it ain't a spectator sport. Guess you'll just hafta come along."

[masterofthecards]

He held onto her tighter, the kiss making his blood race through him as he deepened it. When she speaks, they're in the air and Remy looks around them, as if worried someone might see.

Looking back at her, he brushed a thumb over her cheek, smiling lovingly. "Dis gon' give da mile high club a new meanin'..." He teased.

[fitslikeaglove]

And of course he had to remind her that she had her grip on a very naked, very shameless man. Of course. "I'll drop ya," she warns him, her eyebrow ticking up. "Don't think I won't." She ruins it by tilting her head into the brush of his thumb, but it's the principle of the thing, really. Slowly, she lowers them back into the water, but she doesn't let him go, dabbing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. Doing that, whenever she wanted, unafraid, it's amazing. She can barely believe it's real.

"How anybody in the world could get sick a' kissin' somebody, I'll never know."

[masterofthecards]

His chest rumbles against hers with a soft chuckle, returning the kiss. He gave her a moment to speak, barely hearing her as he pressed their lips together again, tongue darting out to tease, ask entrance. His hands rubbed up and down her back.

He didn't know what made them able to touch, but he knew he didn't want it to end. His arms tightened around her and twisted his head for a better angle, moaning against her lips.

"Don't know, Marie...but I can guarantee Remy ain't ever gon' get tired of it...specially not with you..."

[fitslikeaglove]

Taking that to mean just kissing and not kissing her in general, because then they'd have to have a long talk, Rogue soaks up the feeling of his mouth against hers, his tongue sliding against hers, his large hands making her feel small. Holding them still in the water, not even treading it now, she lets Remy steal her breath and fog her thoughts. It was nice to have this and not steal it or have it muffled through layers of cloth.

"That a hint?" she whispers against his lips, then nips his bottom one, catching it between her teeth.

[masterofthecards]

"Mm..." He leaned his head back just enough to let her teeth tug his lip a little, hands roaming, one sneaking up under her shirt to brush her bare skin. "A warnin', maybe, 'cause if we keep dis up....Remy can't promise he'll be able to behave..."

He could feel the blood rushing to all the right places, but he was afraid that might scare her off just yet. It was only fair to be honest, right?

[fitslikeaglove]

She honestly hadn't thought much of that. It just wasn't something she'd ever really had to think about. Pulling back a little, Rogue looks at Remy, lightly brushing the curled backs of her fingers down his chest. She really wasn't worried. If she said stop, he'd stop. She knew it with a certainty. He might not be happy about it, but he'd stop.

"Then we should ease up," she says. Though, to be frank, she didn't particularly care to. She could touch him. What if she couldn't tomorrow?

[masterofthecards]

This feeling, it was swelling up inside of him. He had never met anyone like Rogue, she felt so good in his arms, and more than just a physical goodness. It went deeper than that, and that's the part that scared him. She meant something to him, and that meant she could be taken away, she could be stolen. She made him weak.

Right now, though? Right now he didn't care. He dipped his mouth in to steal her lips again, closing his eyes and letting the kiss linger as he breathed her in, sighing against her lips without pulling away. "Oui? Dat what you want, chére? To ease up?"

[fitslikeaglove]

It's cheating, what he's doing, but thinking isn't a high priority when he's this close and this naked. Rogue looks up at him through wet lashes. She should probably answer his question, shouldn't she? Her fingers drift in absent patterns across Remy's bare chest. "I don't know," she says, lifting a shoulder, because she doesn't. They were going fast, too fast, but it didn't feel wrong or bad. It didn't even feel dirty, not really. It made gauging where to stop hard.

She pushes him back a little. "But I do know I'm not doin' anythin' in a pool."

[masterofthecards]

His arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her close again, trailing his lips along her jaw to nibble on her ear softly while his free hand took hers from his chest. He sighed, humming against her throat as he trailed their hands down his chest, trailing them lower and lower.

"Really? You mean, you ain't just...a little curious?" His voice was in that warm place between a moan and a growl, a sigh and a breath. "...Just a...little bit curious 'bout what you do t'me?"

[fitslikeaglove]

Flushed, Rogue swallows, her gaze dipping to follow their hands down. The water is very clear, she notes, and Remy's skin is very warm. Releasing an uneven breath, she snatches her hands away and blurs into the hair. Hanging there, soaked and dripping, she fixes Remy with a sharp look and wrings her hair out over his head. "I might be curious," she concedes, "but I'm not doin' anythin' in a pool."

[masterofthecards]

Remy laughed as she flew out of his arms, deep and true and then swam for the side of the pool. Placing his palms on the edge, he pushed himself out and sauntered over to the stack of towels on a shelf against the wall.

For a long time, he didn't say anything, taking his dear sweet time wrapping a towel around his hips before combing his fingers through his wet hair. "Well, den, what'dya say we go find ourselves a spare room, non? Ol'Remy can satisfy dat curiosity for sure..."

His grin was seductive, eyes warm and inviting as he held out a hand for her, muscles flexing and glistening in the soft lighting of the room.

[fitslikeaglove]

"Is this slow for you?" Rogue asks, genuinely curious, now wringing out the hem of her shirt and her gloves. She'd have to hang up her things or find a washer and dryer. She pointedly doesn't watch Remy preen like a peacock. His ego was big enough without her helping. Landing, she gets one of her boots off and pours the water out of it. Maybe jumping in fully clothed hadn't been her best idea.

When she thinks it's safe enough, she chances a glance toward Remy. He's still preening, but at least the dangerous parts are covered up. Mostly. Rogue sighs, walking over in squishy socks, her boots hanging by hooked fingers.

[masterofthecards]

Remy's eyes explored her figure, her clothes, already form fitting, hugging in all the right places. When she moved closer, boots in hand, Remy's smile turned a little more playful, though his eyes retained that sultry warmth that promised he had a very creative imagination.

He sauntered closer, towel hanging low and one large hand reaching out to rub her side and hook over her hip as he tugged her closer, "Dis is trainin' wheels, chére. Now, I can help ya unlace...Gambit's real good with knots..."

Smirking, he tipped her chin up and dipped his own down and caught her lips tenderly, smiling into a kiss. "A good old fashioned game of 'I show you mine if you show me yours', non?" He was teasing. Mostly.

[fitslikeaglove]

Rogue expression pinches as she looks up at him. "Except the less I wear, the more you'll touch, and I can't think when you touch me." An it made it very easy to make bad decisions she couldn't take back. As it was, though, Rogue wasn't sure if she would want to take it back.

Being around Remy made her wonder. If anyone could work around her skin, would be dumb and brave enough, it would be him. Seeing their other selves in that library had turned her wondering into wishing. And that was a dangerous thing for a girl like her. Hope always was.

She pokes the center of his chest with a cold fingertip "Gettin' naked ain't gonna help ya behave."

[masterofthecards]

He hooked his hands behind her back, looping them loosely with an easy smile, "Ain't gon' hurt nothin', neither." His lips dropped to the soft patch of skin beneath her ear, traveling back along her jaw and then peppered her face in quick random kisses.

"C'mon, you never got to experiment in high school, I'd wager... Don't ya wanna play, petit?" His eyebrows waggled deviantly, his lips peppering her face again, blowing against her cheek playfully. "We can find a stairwell, pretend its a school hallway."

[fitslikeaglove]

"I never went to high school," Rogue says, trying and failing to fight down a grin as he kisses her. Twisting her head away, but not pulling away, she huffs a quiet laugh. She tells herself that the reason she steps closer is that he's warm and she's not. "And I thought playin' was gonna be a problem for ya."

[masterofthecards]

Remy's head shot up, and he could swear that somewhere nearby, there were tires screeching to a halt. "Never went to high school?"

Not that he could really say anything about that. He never went to school at all, unless you counted the random people that educated him on whatever they knew in the Thieves Guild.

"How long did dose bastards have you for, anyway?" If he could go back and kill them again, he would. The reminder of how much time she had stolen from her life made his powers bubble up inside him with his anger, warming his body like a heater, his hands tightening around her protectively, possessively.

[fitslikeaglove]

Maybe she shouldn't have said that. Rogue watches Remy carefully, trying to read this sudden shift in mood. When he pulls her closer, she lets herself relax, curling into the heat pouring off him. "Two years," she tells him. "But I never went to school." She'd been taught by her parents, the ones who chased her off and the ones who took her in. They'd taught her different things, of course, but they had taught her.

"Anyway, if I wanna know somethin', all I have to do is touch somebody." Or, at least, she had. The idea of having to learn something the hard way... it's exciting.

[masterofthecards]

Hot breath huffs out through his nose, making his chest rise and fall just as quickly while his arms wrap around her small body. Resting his chin atop her head, Remy kisses her wet hair and shakes his head a little. To think she'd been stuck there for two years, a prisoner and slave, being forced to endure God knew what for two years...and all because of him. It made him sick.

It made him hate himself.

Sighing again, he forced the feelings, the thoughts back into the corners of his mind for now and let her go, a muscle jerking in his jaw as he turned to gather up his clothes. "C'mon. Let's go get dry, hein? Don't want you catchin' cold, still gettin' healthy and all."

Nothing killed the mood more efficiently than being forced to look your sins square in the eye.

[fitslikeaglove]

And there was something going on there, the tension nearly vibrating through Remy, the jolt in his jaw. Rogue might be new to all this, but she could feel the atmosphere turn a corner and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Hooking her arm around Remy's, she glances up at him, sorting through conversational tracks. She goes for the simplest. "My parents taught me most everythin'. My mutant ones, anyhow." Giving a little information, wanting some in trade, she pokes his arm. "You never did answer me before, about your family."

[masterofthecards]

The muscles in his face twitched, and Remy suddenly felt trapped, like he was being backed into a corner. The muscle in his cheek jerked again, barely hiding a wince. Family. He had a father, or close enough, close as any thief came in the guild, for whatever good that did him. That same man stood by and saw him banished after years of loyalty, after signing away his freedom to a marriage he never wanted.

Raised and sold like a bull at auction. All for the politics of the guilds. He shook his head and swiped a hand over his face, trying to chase away the tell-tale signs of upset, replacing it with a strained smile that he had to work at turning easy when he finally looked down at her again.

The weight of her on his arm was both a comfort and a detriment. It made him want to pull her closer and run away from her all at the same time. This entire situation was just wrong, crazy. How had she managed to worm her way into his head so easily? So quickly? He was no rookie, no inexperienced brat!

"C'mon, now. We don't wanna be talkin' 'bout nobody's parents when you got a mostly naked man beside ya, n'est pas?" He cupped her cheek, leaning in for another kiss, needing the distraction--needing to distract her as his voice echoed off the walls of the pool room and traveled back.

[fitslikeaglove]

Rogue shrugs, tilting him a look. She really hadn't expected him to answer, but it'd been worth a shot. She was curious, and not just about his body. "I don't know, sugah, gettin' to know each other before we--" She waggles her eyebrows. "--get to know each other sounds about right. Naked man an' all." She pats his arm, sliding away, an amused smile on her face.

"My mama found me hidin' in the woods with a shotgun. My human family'd had me run off after I put a neighbor boy in a coma. You know, kids playin' around. He kissed me." She starts heading out the door, cocking her head for him to follow as she talks. "It wasn't even a real kiss, barely there at all, but he was out for three weeks. Suddenly I was persona non grata. Some sorta devil child. Possessed maybe." She shrugs, the memories not really bothering her anymore.

"Mystique and Destiny gave me a home after. I was eight. They taught me everything they could."