Who: Remy and Rogue Where: His room When: Backdated to Halloween What: Forgoing the party Status: Closed | Complete Warnings: PG-13
Halloween hadn't been something that Remy had celebrated. There had been no reason for it growing up. Though, it did allow for thieves to head out and steal whatever in the hell they wanted. They dressed up to blend in and nothing more.
He hadn't expected to find the costume that he had and tries not to laugh at it. Top hat, cane with skull, frock coat and vest. Everything looked... old. Like it belonged in some kind of old style movie or something. He's not too fond of the top hat and shakes his head, but tries it on anyway. It fit snug and perfectly.
A part of him is trying not to laugh at the look of it before turning to head out the door. He figured that he needed to find Rogue and see how she was doing with all of this. He's also trying to ignore how the outfit feels on him. Maybe he'd run into her outside of the rooms, but if not then he'd just knock.
Like Remy, Rogue hadn’t really celebrated Halloween in the past. Maybe she had when she was a kid, but in the years since? Well let’s just say that being one of Weapon X’s experiments didn’t really mean you ever got the chance to do what normal people did.
But when the costume appeared in her closet? She decided to say “what the hell” and try it out anyway - and though she kept the lace fingerless gloves on, she pulled a short pair of her own - black satin - on to cover her hands. After smoothing her hands along the dress, Rogue smiled. She wished the purple bits were green instead, but the dress looked damn good on her. She pulled her auburn hair up in a twist, leaving little bits dangling along with the white streak, then stepped outside of her door.
Only to very nearly run into Remy - and give a wry chuckle when she saw what he wore and realized that their costumes matched one another perfectly. “Guess this hotel’s got a sense of humor, huh?”
"Would seem that way, chere."
There's a hint of amusement in his voice even as he looks her up and down. The dress looked amazing on her and matched his outfit. The countess to his count. Or the lady to his lord. Whatever this place had decided to throw at them. He’s not sure what the hotel had in mind, but he didn’t mind it. Not if Rogue looked like that in an amazing costume or outfit. A part of him is curious where these outfits had come from, but it didn’t matter. Not in this moment.
"You look good. Shall we head downstairs?"
“Of course,” she drawled as she drew the door shut behind her and then slipped one of her arms around his. Rogue was certainly amused at the matching costumes, but decided that it was better not to question that too much, else she might just drive herself crazy. Flicking a pale strand of hair that had slipped in front of her eyes back, she walked with Remy back to the stairs while studying his profile and costume on the way.
“Seems like yours fits you just as well as mine fits me. Funny how that works out.” Was she taking the opportunity to check him out? Oh absofrickinlutely.
There was a touch of amusement to Remy's features even as she slipped one arm around his own. It was interesting that the hotel had decided they needed to match. Yes, they'd been spending time together. She'd ended up sleeping in his bed more than he had. Though, that was more due to necessity and her being scared of something happening to her roommate. Something that he could understand.
"Would seem that way, chere. Where'd you find yours?" He asks even as they start downstairs. He felt like he belonged in some horror movie or something, but everything felt just right too.
“In the closet,” she replied, tilting her head a bit as they walked. There was something different about how she felt - her senses were heightened somehow - and Rogue wasn’t really sure what was going on. Still, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to enjoy every minute she could.
Flashing him a smile as they reached the first floor, she arched a brow. “What about you?” She asked lightly, idly brushing one gloved finger along his sleeve. After a moment, sheer curiosity got the best of her and Rogue tugged one short glove off so that she could touch the sleeve herself and confirm it was the same velvety smooth material as her own.
“These are nicer than you’d get at a party store, ain’t they?”
"Mine was laying out on the bed."
The only thing he hadn't liked about it, really, was the top hat. Something that made him feel funny. A cane had come with it too and that had amused him. More than he really thought it would. His own senses were heightened a bit, but he was ignoring that for the moment.
Those eyes look towards her and he gives her a warm smile. Eyes that he had decided not to cover. If someone had a problem with his eyes then so be it. His cards would do the trick. It wasn't every day that Rogue took her gloves off around him.
"I noticed that, chere," he says, reaching over to brush a bit of her hair back, fingers lightly touching her skin when he does. Though nothing happened. Maybe it was a delayed reaction.
Rogue was so used to drawing back at the slightest touch that she started to draw back automatically, even if she knew the faintest brushes he gave her weren’t quite dangerous. Though, in a way, they were even more so because she might get too used it and...well. Things could go bad.
But this touch lasted longer than usual and she didn’t feel that familiar pull - the one that meant that her power was reaching out for his power and his life, and she blinked, tilting her head slightly. It took her a moment to realize that he’d replied to her words and she probably needed to say something in return.
“They’re good quality,” she said softly.
Remy, for the most part, knew what could or couldn't be dangerous when it came to her. Even if he walked a bit on the wild side and decided to touch anyway. If it took a bit of his life, he didn't really care. That didn't bother him much. It did, however, bother her. She was always so afraid of hurting him.
"Are you alright, chere?" He asks softly, turning her towards him. She smelled so good.
Rogue met his eyes, and after a moment she nodded. “Yeah, just….Ah think something’s different? Ah don’t really get it, but…” She took a deep breath, then slowly lifted her ungloved hand and brushed her fingers along the back of his, testing herself.
Then blinked as she again didn’t feel her power try to absorb him. “...You feel anything?”
He felt her fingers run along the back of his hand, expected to feel her powers kick into overdrive. It was something that they'd normally do anyway. Her ability was one of the reasons why she refused to touch him. Even if he didn't care what life she drained from him, it wasn't like he wouldn't bounce back from it.
"Not a thing, chere."
Rogue stared at him in disbelief, but she couldn’t deny the fact that even she felt nothing at all except his skin. They hadn’t gotten to the party yet, which was good, because it meant she could stop walking and take his hand in hers, half full of wonder. Before she could think better of it, Rogue lifted his hand to her cheek and pressed his palm against it, then met his eyes.
“There’s nothing,” she agreed. “My powers...Ah dunno what’s goin’ on but...Remy. They’re not doing anything.” Letting go of his hand, she pulled her other glove off and lifted that hand to his face in return, touching it gently.
That look of disbelief and probably underlying wonder got to him. He understood it, though. Remembered her half carrying him back towards his room. He watched her reaction the moment she placed his palm against her cheek. His own cheek leaning into her hand when she presses it against his face.
He wasn't sure how long this would last, but he didn't care. He brushes his thumb along the side of her cheek, those eyes watching her closely. "Maybe we should make the most of it, chere," he tells her softly, taking in her scent. It was earthy and sweet. His senses were good, but not that good.
A shiver ran down her spine at the brush on her cheek, and Rogue wasn’t sure if it was because of her currently heightened senses or the fact that she was just hyper-aware of any touch, but it didn’t matter. Her lips parted and Rogue closed her eyes, then turned her face into his hand so she could brush her lips across his palm experimentally.
Finally, she gave a nod before opening her eyes again. “Screw the party” she declared, before smiling a little and taking his hand in hers and running her thumb along his knuckles.
The heightened senses were a bit weird but Remy had no intentions of questioning it. Why would he? This hotel had done some interesting things since he'd gotten there. Things had changed. He doesn't recall people changing, though. That one was new. Though, Rogue was still Rogue. Still the girl that he'd nearly passed out on because he'd decided to live on the dangerous side.
It was nice to be able to feel those lips on his skin. He can't, however, help smiling when she says that," Screw the party indeed, chere. Take us wherever you want us to be."
It wasn’t hard to think of the best possible situation. “You still without a roommate, sugah?” She asked lightly, and while she was definitely happy about this, Rogue couldn’t help but feel the slightest hint of nervousness mixed up with the exhilaration of actually being able to touch someone she cared about without having their head in hers.
Turning, she led the way back down the hall towards his room while keeping her hand tight around his. At any moment her powers could kick back in and...well, she could always let go then.
"Oui, I'm still without a roommate, chere," he tells her with a bit of a smile. Honestly, if it stayed that way then it would work for him. Especially if it meant that he could spend more and more time with Rogue. Even as they walk towards his room, he pulls her hand up to kiss the back of it. Loving that nothing happened.
He reaches out and opens the door," After you."
Rogue smiled at the kiss, enjoying both the feel of it and the fact that it was his lips. As the door opened, she walked through and dropped her gloves on the dresser without a second thought, then turned to face him.
"Ya know...Ah'm thinking we should maybe skip the party all night. We can probably entertain ourselves just fine in here." She grinned, then held her hands out to him.
It was kind of funny how she walked in and just sat her gloves down, not a care in the world. Almost like she belonged there. Maybe, in a way, she did. Remy had never thought of anyone back in his own world. Too worried about Logan being safe and keeping himself safe. Away from those that would break him.
The door gets shut behind him and he takes her hands in his own, pulling her close to him," I like the way you think. The party can go on without us."
Rogue had to grin at that, even if she was breathless for just a moment when he touched her hands and pulled her in. “Glad we’re on the same page,” she murmured softly.
Her eyes studied his for a long moment, then drifted down to his lips. Once she did this, there’d be no going back, and she could only hope and pray that whatever it was keeping her powers from work kept right on happening. After offering up that prayer to whoever might be listening, Rogue leaned her head in, chin tipping up just a bit to catch the angle right, and pressed her lips softly to his - then waited momentarily for her mutation to kick back in.
"Of course we are."
Why wouldn't they be on the same page? Pretty girl standing in the middle of his room. One that smelled so good to him. Even drove him crazy by worrying so much about her abilities. Something that he understood, but that didn't mean he had to like it. His dark eyes watch her even as she studies him.
When her lips touch his, nothing seems to happen. No mutation kicking in to rip them apart. To drain him of his life essence. When nothing happens, he wraps an arm around her and deepens the kiss. If something was going to happen, it should've happened by then.
Rogue’s eyes slid shut as he deepened the kiss, and she gave the faintest sound of pleasure. Her hands rose to slide around his neck, one resting on his skin back there while the other fisted in his hair, and she deepened the kiss on her end as well, hungry for more. For a woman who was so afraid to touch another out of fear of hurting them, she craved this.
The hand on the back of his neck left for a moment to snag one of his and moved it to the top of her dress where the material ended and her skin began. She didn’t put his hand on her bust line, exactly, but she certainly made it clear she wanted that skin-to-skin contact, and returned her own hand to working at pulling the purple scarf/ascot thing off so she could touch more of him.
It was nice, a bit weird, but nice to feel her hands along his neck. Her fingers in his hair. There wasn't a care in the world from either of them. Whatever had given them this opportunity, he thanked. He wouldn't of given it up for the world. Maybe he'd have to figure out how to keep this exactly how it was. How exactly, he wasn't sure.
He gives a soft groan into the kiss and when she places his hand on her skin, he brushes his fingers lightly along the bust line. After a moment, though, he lets his hand trail along the back of her neck and uses his other hand to trail fingers along the bare part of her arm. Beautiful in every way is what she was. A man couldn't ask for anyone better. Which was funny seeing as he hadn't asked for her at all.
Didn't mean that he wasn't happy he found her, no matter how sappy that seemed.
Rogue shifted to lean into his hands as she kept kissing him, not wanting to stop anytime soon. As his hand moved to her arm, she broke the kiss just a little so she could whisper, “Take off the gloves,” referring to the purple fingerless ones that had come with the costume. She wanted more of her skin exposed now, while it just might be safe.
Moving her lips to his jaw, she brushed against it lightly, then moved to his neck as she explored. He smelled amazing, and tasted even better, which she confirmed with a soft lap of his skin with her tongue and a quiet hum. “How long you think we got, sug?”
"Gladly," he all but whispers when she tells him to take off the gloves. They didn't really serve much purpose save for being part of the costume. Though, he takes his time getting them off of her hands, letting his fingers glide along skin as he does. Loving just how soft her skin was.
He tilts his head back a bit and gives a soft groan at the feel of that tongue along his throat. "Don't know, chere, but maybe we should treat this like one of those fairytales." Not that he wanted to treat it as such, but if it gave them time then so be it.
Who knew that taking off a pair of gloves could be so sensual - or that she could be turned on by a touch. She tipped her cheek against his shoulder to watch for a moment before she returned her mouth to his neck, smiling at the groan.
“Think we’ll turn into pumpkins at midnight, huh?” Rogue smirked a bit, then lifted her head so she could brush her lips across his again. “If that’s the case, we should probably pick it up a little.”
The way her skin felt under his fingers was amazing. She was so soft to the touch. Not that he hadn't expected that. A part of him is just happy that whatever the haunted hotel had done, it had given him time with her. Her lips along his neck felt good, he couldn't stop the groan that escaped even if he wanted to.
"Oui. Maybe we will, chere," he teases even as he turns a bit, taking her hand to lead them to the bed. Sitting down, he pulls her into his lap and kisses her. "Maybe we should."
Rogue couldn’t help the grin that grew when he tugged her into his lap, and she reached up to take his hat off, dropping it to one side so she could slide her arms around him and return the kiss. After a minute, Rogue broke it and brushed her cheek against his as she gave a soft sigh at the feeling.
“Keep touching me, Remy,” she murmured in his ear before gently biting his earlobe and giving it the slightest tug, then soothing it with a lick. “Don’t stop, ‘kay?” Rogue was craving the feeling of his hands on her even more so now than she had back when it would’ve killed him.
The kiss was amazing. Her lips felt great against his own. He can't help but smile when she reaches up and takes the hat off his head. That hat was a bit annoying to him anyway, so he wasn't upset that it ended up somewhere behind him.
He leans forward and nips her bottom lip, even as he lets his hands slide along her arms. While one hand reaches up to caress along her throat. "Beautiful, chere," he murmurs before kissing her again. He had no intentions of not touching her. Touching her was amazing. Her skin was so soft under his hands.