Mary, y' have t' kick this habit! Rogue thought to herself. It's really strange an' abnormal -- what am I saying? Ah'm a mutant! O' course I'm strange and abnormal!
She grabbed her hairbrush off her dresser. She hopped on top of her bed in her jammers (Pajamas for all you yanks). She hit "play" on her CD player.
Do do do-do
Do do do-do
Do do do-do
Do do do-do
She held the brush up to her mouth, took a deep breath and began to sing--
"Some boys kiss me
Some boys hug me
And I think they're okay
If they don't give me proper credit
I just walk away"
She danced around using her best Madonna moves, she jumped up and down on her bed and sang--
"They can beg and
They can plead
But they can't see the light
'Cause the boy with cold hard cash
Is always Mr. Right!
'Cause we are living in a Material World And I am a Material Girl!
Y'know 'Cause we are living in a Material World And I am a Material Girl!"
Rogue hopped up and down to her heart's content. She swung her hair around like Madonna in the video. She jumped off her bed and grabbed her big teddy bear (Mr. Snuggles) of her coach. She swung him around her room dancing and two-stepped on her bed.
"'Cause we are living in a Material World And I am a Material Girl!
Y'know 'Cause we are living in a Material World And I am a Material Girl!"
The song ended and Rogue collapsed on her bed. She held Mr. Snuggled up in the air over her head.
"How 'bout another Mr. Snuggles?" she giggled. "Well Mary I'd love to!" she said in a low voice, answering for Mr. Snuggles.
*Knock* *Knock*
The door.
"Hol' on Mr. Snuggles."
She set her bear down on her bed and went to open the door.
"Hey chere," there stood Remy in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. His scruffy red-brown bob was hanging over his face and he had his hands in his pockets. "Havin' 'nother Madonna dance sess with Mr. Snuggles, eh, chere?"
"Maybe."
"C'n I be Mr. Snuggles for this one?" he asked smiling as he walked into her room. "If he doesn't mind."
Rogue blushed closing the door. Remy knew how to flatter and embarrass her at the same time.
"Ah don' think he'd mind..."
Remy went over to her CD player. He picked up the case of the CD she was playing.
" 'The Immaculate Collection' " he read. "Madonna. She's quite the inspiration eh, chere?"
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Y' could call her that..."
"Any slow ones?" he asked with a big grin on his face.
"Numbah 6..."
He put the CD on 6 and pressed play. He listened to the intro.
"Very 80s," he noted. "C'mon, chere."
He walked over to her. Rogue put her arms around her neck and Remy put his hands on her hips. They started to move. She put her head on his shoulder. They didn't really dance they just moved.. sorta.
"Crazy for you,
Touch me once
And you'll know it's true
I've never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
I'm crazy for you..."
Near the end of the song Rogue realized where his hands were.
"REMY!!!"
"Sorry chere, couldn't help it..." he put his hands back on her hips.
Then for some weird reason Rogue started to laugh. She stopped dancing and took her hands back. She couldn't stop laughing. She fell down on her bed laughing hysterically. Remy stood back watching silently. He didn't know what was going on. Rogue slowed down and threw her giggles she said:
"Ah expected that from you... hehe..."
Remy just looked at her wide-eyed. He sat down sat the edge of her bed. Rogue looked up at him then suddenly stopped. She knew what he was thinking about. The same thing she was thinking about.
"I'd better go," he got up and left.
"Remy--" the door shut.
"Crazy for you,
Touch me--"
*CRASH!*
The CD player crashed through the window. Rogue looked down at the pile of wires and plastic on the ground, sizzling.
"Bitch."
Rogue sat alone in her favorite tree. The sun was setting, the pink and purple clouds streaked across the western sky. It was so beautiful. But it was the last thing on Rogue's mind. That morning was horrible. It was terrible. She didn't wanna think about it. She had avoided Remy all day. And he had avoided her. Rogue had forgotten about God for as long as she could remember. When she became a mutant, and was kicked out of the house, she blamed God. She hated God. Then she made the conscious decission not to hate; but to not believe. End of story. Now Rogue was desperate. She couldn't fight her feelings. She needed to let go. She needed to be physically satisfied with her relationship with Remy. Without that, they couldn't move forward. Now Rogue's last resort was God. The thing she hated most. But she found her self watching the sunset and saying:
"Are ya there Gawd... it's me Rogue... Ah used ta pray t' you long time ago when Ah was Mary Pillman... Ah said Ah hated ya, but Ah ain't sure Ah meant it... well Ah wondering if you could lemme touch Remy... just fer a night, ya don' havta... but if ya do... Ah swear... Ah swear Ah'll go church ev'ry sunday and pray ev'ry night..."
She watched the sun go down below the horizon.
"Amen..."
"Chere..."
Rogue looked down at the ground. Remy stood there. A worried look on his face.
"C'n I come up?"
"Yeah... Ah guess..."
He jumped up and grabbed a branch, he swung himself up beside her.
"This morning... it hurt me... it hurt you, chere, I'm sorry."
"S'okay she whispered."
He put his hand on her arm.
"Listen chere, I know we can't touch... but..."
He looked down at his arm. His bare palm was touching her bare arm.
"Oh mon dieu!" he yanked his arm away.
"Wha?"
"My hand was touching your arm--nuttin' happened..."
Rogue's eyes lit up. "Y'sure?"
"Yeah..."
Rogue moved her hand slowly towards his face. Breathing heavily and nervously.
"Be careful chere..." he whispered softly.
He held his breath as her hand came centimeters in front of his face.
"Remy..."
"Rogue..."
Remy opened his eyes. Her hand was touching his face. Rogue started to cry.
"Ah can't believe it..." she sobbed as tears of joy trickled down her face. Then she realized -- God! He answered her prayer. "Thank you God..."
Remy moved a piece of her hair away from her face. He ran his hands gently over her face. He looked at her with his black and red eyes and gently moved towards her. Rogue closed her eyes. She felt his lips brush up against hers. Slowly and softly he kissed her. She felt his tongue come into her mouth and run over her teeth. He broke the kiss and moved away.
"Oh my Gawd..." Rogue smiled.
"Chere, we got the mansion to ourselves t'night y'know..." a naughty look came into his eyes.
Rogue blushed. "Ah can't believe this is happening..."
"C'mon chere, don' wanna wast our time,"
He tooked her hand and they jumped out of the tree and walked towards the mansion.
Rogue woke up. Then she realized, she wasn't in her bed. She was somewhere else. She felt the sheets with her hands. They weren't silk like her own, they were cotton or something. She heard some one breathing.
She opened her eyes. There was someone beside her. It was Remy. Then all the memories rushed back to her. The darkness, the body rush, the feelings, the emotions... it was too much. Remy started to move, he rolled over and opened his eyes.
"Hey chere..." he said yawning. "Sleep well?" he smiled.
"Oh Gawd..." she started to sob. "What d'Ah do? Wha d'Ah do..." she got up and grabbed her T-shirt off the floor and threw it on.
She ran out into the hall and to her room. Remy followed her.
"What's wrong chere?" he said knocking on the door.
"Ah can't believe Ah... Ah... oh Remy... Mama always told me t'be married when Ah do it... And Ah'm not... Ah promised her that..."
Remy just rolled his eyes. No mattah what I do, I always screw up.
"Chere, last night you matter yer decission and said aurevoir monsieur hymen, it's too late now, chere. It's gone."
"FUCK YOU REMY LEBEAU! AH HATE YOU--Y-YOU SPERM DISPENSER!!! AH WILL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN!!!"
"FINE!!!" he yelled. He banged on the door and walked away. "Bitch."
Rogue sat on her bed holding Mr. Snuggles, crying. She wanted this for so long, and when she got it she hated it. Why? It felt so good. She looked up.
"Why'd cha do this, Gawd? Why?"
Remy and Rogue were stuck together in the mansion the whole week-end. The rest of the X-Men were off on a mission. Rogue stayed in her room crying while Remy watched TV. They were both mad at each other. They felt dissatisfied and empty. They wished they hadn't done it. The relationship was empty. All the attraction was gone. Empty. The love was gone.
Rogue walked out to her tree. She sat on the branch. She began to pray.
"Oh Gawd why?"
Suddenly a white light flashed across the rainy sky.
"Wha?" Rogue looked up.
Then her eyes blinked. Everything was white. Suddenly the outline came to her. A cloud or something. Rogue realized then, that she was in heaven.
Remy flipped through the stations. MTV, NBC, FOX... CBS. Remy had to admit, he loved CBS. He wasn't a big Seinfeld or ER fan. He liked shows like the Nanny, Cybill and Everybody Loves Raymond. He seemed to appreciate toned down TV. Touched By An Angel was on. Remy loved that show. He always believed in Angels since he was child. And it took his mind off Rogue. For now. He stretched his legs out on the couch and watched. Outside the thunder and lightening began... crackled of lightening burst out of the sky and was followed by the clapping thunder.
Rogue looked around. She couldn't believe it.
"Buenos Diaz, Senorita."
Rogue whirled around. There was a Spanish guy with a big sombrero playing pool.
"Who are you?"
"Le Dieu, Buddha, The Big Cheese..."
"HUH?"
"God."
"Oh..."
"I heard you call, Senorita, I was worried. Green ball, back pocket," he hit the ball with the stick, it bounced off the side and landed in the back pocket.
"Thanks..."
"Y'see you asked to touch Senor LeBeau but when you two do tha nasty you get mad. Why?"
"Ah don' know... It's just..."
"Listen to your Mama," he said. "I'm putting your powers back and putting you back in the tree. Okey Dokey?"
Rogue stared in awe. This was GOD. This was weird.
A flash of white light flew into her eyes. She opened them. She was on the tree. Remy was beside her.
"Chere, it's okay about what happened this morning..."
"It's fine Remy." she said. "Really fine. Let's get sometin' to eat."
"'Kay chere..."