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.