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Who: Rogue & Remy LeBeau
When: September 7th, around 6pm
Where: Remy’s Penthouse
What: Rogue said Remy could sleep with other women.
Rating/Warnings: R for Language and Sexual Situations
Status: Complete




Rogue had baked. There was a nice apple pie on his counter. And some delicious looking apple turnovers. But she was no where to be found when he got home. Usually she’d pop out to say hello. The balcony door was open however, and she was sitting on the couch, head back against it, a glass in her fingers, ice water in there. The bottle of whiskey was on his bar, strangely mostly empty. She also had dinner sitting out for when he did get home, kept warm under tinfoil. Except she’d had a long conversation with her mother and she’d been scared into stopping the drinking. Literally scared into it.


He’d probably never know just how much it cost her to tell him: do whatever.


The only way she could deal with it was to drink it away for the afternoon and then carefully box up the feelings there and tuck it away down deep. She couldn’t really let him sleep with her again, not without worrying he was going to get hurt again. Last time she’d really hurt him and he wasn’t about to be careful about it either. She wished he would be. But he was reckless - a thing that drew her to him. Like a moth to a flame.


So why should she deny him the chance to get laid without the chance of dying?


She took another sip of her drink. She was cleaned up today, except for the bruises and she looked nice enough. Hell she could even walk in a straight line and hold a good conversation, despite the fact she’d nearly polished off his whole bottle, she’d dragged it out over the whole day. She was going to owe him for that bottle. She hated herself, just a little bit, for it all. But she was good at adapting. And if that’s what he wanted, then so be it. If her friends ever found out, they were going to kill her and drag her off.


But when he’d find her, she would smile at him as if nothing was bothering her and it wasn’t even forced.


“Homemade alfredo for dinner, I hope you don’t mind alfredo?” she smiled warmly. It had chicken and broccoli too.


***


Remy came home with the biggest grin. Why? What man didn’t want to be in a relationship where he was totally able to sleep with anyone he wanted? Sure, he’d been nervous about getting in so deep with Rogue, but she didn’t want to change his lifestyle, so she’d said he could sleep with anyone.


He didn’t feel trapped at all. He was free. And he still had her. It was the best feeling in the world.


He hadn’t been serious when he’d asked-- but how could he turn that down?


Rogue was perfect.


Then he noticed the bottle of whiskey. It made him frown slightly. That had been a seven hundred dollar bottle of whiskey, Rogue. Seven hundred dollars.


Why had she needed that much?


“I like alfredo. What’s with the whiskey bottle?” He’d be setting down his case and shrugging his blazer off, like always. It ended up on the back of the chair.


***

Rogue was feeling better now. Raven had scared her silly. The mere idea of losing her control, totally, was one that scared her off ever drinking again. “I had a headache that started early this morning so I drowned it. I’ll buy a new one.” she would say as she got to her feet. She was mostly sober now, ice water straight to the gut helped.


“Took awhile to kill it.” she wasn’t entirely lying. The whole thing had given her already blossoming headache a new one on top of it. She had slept on her bruises, it left her wishing she was not moving. Then well, she hadn’t been able to tell he was joking, and she didn’t exactly want him running scared. So she’d made compromises that normally she’d never make for anyone. It left her head hurting more.


We’re all lucky she can cook and bake while less than sober. But she smelled of a bath, now, she’d soaked at some point. She had had a lot to think about and she’d finally managed to box it up, stuff it down and swallow some of her pride. Mostly because what she’d told him was true; she wanted him happy no matter what the cost.


Even if it meant hurting herself a little to do it. She’d had no idea he’d been joking. But most of what she’d said was true - she didn’t want to change him, wanted to make him happy and was willing to suffer and adapt if sleeping with other women would do that.


“It helped. Headache is gone.” she smiled.

**

“In my experience, liquor makes headaches worse.” Not that he was admitting to anything, but hey, even the untouchable Cajun got sick sometimes, right? No, not really, he was oddly healthy.


“Are you wearing lacy underwear?” He asked with a slow smile, wandering over to the couch where she sat, glancing back at the beach once, then turning to bend slowly and press his mouth against hers, just briefly.


“You taste good.” Spoke near her lips.


***

“I suppose, but I’ve got a good tolerance and I was snacking while I cooked so less headache, more relaxed feeling.” she smiled up at him. She wasn’t admitting her head throbbed a little bit. she couldn’t tell if it was from the whiskey or the bruises she’d kept brushing her hand over.


“I am indeed.” she’d put them on after her bath. Baths were nice. She smiled at him, carefully, before sighing happily at the quick press of lips. “Oh yeah, what do I taste like?” she grinned teasingly.


**


“Sexy Southern Woman.” That’s what you tasted like. “Are you too drunk to have sex?” He was taking her hands and tugging some, trying to urge her up to her feet. “We could do it out here.” Yes. Of course he wanted to have sex with you.


He always wanted to have sex with you, Rogue.


***

"I like that taste" she smiled softly at him as he tugged her to her feet. "I am not. I'm not nearly as drunk as you think I am" she smiled a bit more.


"Oh out here huh?" She'd grin at him. "Let me put dinner into the oven to stay warm. But one rule!" She licked her lips wickedly.


"None of those hard kisses, no dying on me okay?"

***

“No hard kisses.” He agreed with a smile, though he’d turn and sit down slowly on the couch and stretch his arms out along the back of it and tilt his head back to enjoy the sun. He’d wait for her out here.


And yes, he’d come prepared. He’d tossed a condom in his pocket before he’d gotten out of the car.


Yes. He had condoms in the car.


Don’t judge him.


***

She totally didn't judge him.


She'd stick food back in the oven before making her way to balcony again. One hand would hook under them hem of her shirt and deftly peel it off before moving forward again.

Rogue figured if he's dumb enough to kiss her again she'll just beat him for being stupid. Or you know, no pie or ice cream.


She leaned down to give him a kiss, soft, sweet and quick, balancing neatly on her toes so her fingers shimmied her shorts to the floor.


True to her word she was in lacy things.just because he asked.so nicely.



***

He’d smile for the kiss and that smile would widen out as she shimmied out of her shorts. Hazel eyes watched them drop to the ground, then he pat his gloved hands on either side of his thighs. Yes, Rogue, you’d be doing the work today. He honestly wasn’t sure he could do all the work without giving away how badly she’d injured him. He was hoping his ribs would heal quickly and she’d never know.


“Come here.”

***

She'd smile at him as she stepped out of the shorts then moved to straddle him gently. She knew she'd hurt him but she still couldn't figure out how and where so she was being careful.


"Welcome home." She'd say as she stole another kiss.

***

“That’s a nice welcome home.” He said with a slow smile, hands finding her hips carefully. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Having sex out here in the balcony? It wasn’t like anyone could see them.. but hey. It was still in public.


***

"I sure hope it's a nice welcome home".She grinned at him. She dragged her nails down his shoulders. "I am perfectly okay with this" she leaned in to steal another kiss.

***

“Good.” He leaned up some into that stolen kiss and would grip her hips a little tighter, pulling her to sit more fully in his lap. He’d roll his hips up a little, letting out a breath through his nose.


One of his hands would stray from her hip and fish in his pocket for a moment, then he came up with a condom, smiling as he did. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

***

She'd wiggle her hips against his, rolling them slowly as she smiled. "I'm not perfect" she'd say softly as deft fingers slid between them to undo his pants for him.


Rogue leaned down to nip at his ear. "You're crazy to think I'm perfect" she would tease before sitting up. She'd reach back to unclasp her bra, and drop it neatly to the floor.

***

He’d let her undo his pants for him. He’d let her put the condom on, if she wanted-- Hell, he’d even let her take her own bra off. It hadn’t been like he’d let Rogue do much of anything in the bedroom, she’d always been tied up.


Not tonight, though. He’d let her have control of this, the speed, the depth, whatever she wanted.


“I might be crazy, but not because you’re perfect.”


***


Rogue would take it torturously, teasingly slow. She was set on reminding him just how awesome she really was. She'd remind him she was letting him have his way most of the time.


She was content to be an awful tease about it all, because she knew once he felt better, she'd get payback for it and probably love every second.

***

He’d make sure that she loved every second of the payback.


When they were finished, he’d curl his arms around her back and just hold her against his chest, panting softly and laughing just a little. Oh, man, his chest hurt.


Worth it.


“You’re not half bad at this.” Spoken quietly against her ear.

***

She settled close to him, mindful of her bare skin. She'd rest her head against him, eyes closed. She wasn't tired, she felt wide awake.


"I would hope not" she'd reply quietly, fingers reaching up to run through his hair. She sigh softly as she did so.


Rogue nuzzled for a moment. "I think I'll treat you to dinner, with me in lace. So you can stare." Lips curled into a smile.

***

There was no particular reason to worry about her bare skin, he was still in a full suit, gloves inclusive, so she just needed to keep her face away from his neck. Past that? Well, Remy hadn’t been without clothes once. Sure, she’d seen him in a towel once, but that was when she’d still hated him.


It was a good deal for him, but not so much for her.


“If you’re going to treat me now, you could do it naked.” He’d tilt his head against hers with a smile.

***

"One of these nights I'll have to get you naked" she'd reply as she leaned her head against his. Then she'd carefully slide from his lap, to fetch dinner and a glass of scotch for him.


She'd return, set the plates down, hand him his glass then settle down at his side, and pick up his plate. "Should I spoil you? Or should I wait?"

***

“Mm, I’d rather have you naked.” Any day. But he’d shift as she settled down beside him, sliding an arm around her waist and tugging her in closer.


“Spoil me.” When in doubt, always spoil.

***

"What about what I want hmm?" She'd ask with a smile as she let him pull her closer. She'd sit so she'd hide any of her scars, she liked them but it made her feel less pretty.


Her skin was marred by bruises, but she didn't notice them, they didn't hurt much. "Spoil you hmm? "She'd move to set one plate down and grab a small one she'd tucked behind hers.


She plucked a bourbon ball from the bowl and hold it up to him.

***

“Why do you look like you just got out of a cage match?” He’d take one of those balls and pop it into his mouth with a smile. He knew he hadn’t done all that-- he’d hit her in the face once and he’d pushed her off of him. He doubted he’d have caused a bruise from the press of his foot into her chest, it’d been pressure, not an impact.


So who had she been tussling with?

***

Rogue grinned a little “Because I hit one of the fight rings the other night when I couldn’t sleep.” she grinned “oh and fell over the couch a couple of times fighting dust bunnies. Really, I didn’t even think there were any in this place.” she teased a bit. “But mostly from the night before things went wonky and the couch. Your couch hits hard. Or well maybe I do at running speeds.” she’d grin as she fed him another. This time making him let her feed him. She was spoiling him.


“I did tell you I liked to go jump in bar fights right?”

***

“You did.” He said with a smile, taking that ball and chewing it slowly. But once he swallowed, he’d be threading a gloved hand into her hair and pulling her down for a kiss.


Sorry, Rogue. He’d kiss until he felt the tug, then a bit longer after, before releasing her and abruptly jerking his hand away. Oh, there it was. That hurt. Ah, worth it.

***

She let him pull her into a kiss, sighing softly. As much as she wished he wouldn’t do that, she did love them too. And he tasted like her bourbon balls, who could argue THAT one? Not her. They were some of her favorite treats. She used her grandma’s recipe after all.


Rogue did cuff him lightly after he’d pulled away. “You are such a pain.” she said, although there was a smile in place.

**

He laughed just some when cuffed, bowing his head a little and pressing his crown to her chest, right above her breasts. He’d be so bold as to lift his chin enough to run his tongue along one of her breasts, and if she didn’t push him away, he’d take it properly into his mouth.


Sorry, Rogue.

***

He was getting beat before he got hurt. Again. After a few seconds of enjoying the moment. Because really, it wasn’t often she got to enjoy that without killing someone for it.


Then she’d carefully peel him off her. “No comas. No bloody noses. No knocking you out.”: she’d remind him as she shivered at the breeze. Damn it. Now she was cold.


Jerk.

**

He’d smirk as he was pushed back, tilting his head back to look up at her with lifted brows. “You’re not going to hurt me.” Insisted from the man who, yes, had a small line of blood beginning to trickle from his nose. It went completely unnoticed as he leaned in again to get a final lick of her chest.

***

She’d notice. Oh she would so notice. She’d sigh as he went back for more. Well he was a glutton. Once he pulled away, though, she’d run her hand lazily along his cheek and come back to show him the blood she’d wipe from just over his lip. “Yeah, I won’t huh?” she just gave him a look. He was going to need those puppy dog eyes. And maybe sugary bribes.

***

“Well.” He said, tilting his head some and smiling, bringing his eyes up away from that blood to lock onto hers. “That was probably from the other night when you hit me. I’m slow to heal. Not having enough sex does that, you know, it makes you unhealthy. The doctor recommends ample amounts of the breasts of a woman named Anna-- he says red-heads are always better-- and plenty of orgasms. It’s the only way to save my life.” Insisted as he lifted his chin to try and steal a kiss.

***

She couldn’t help but laugh, that was amusing. But she smiled gently at him. “Nope fresh, and pretty sure I didn’t smack it again this time to jostle a wound in there.” she llicked her lips slowly. “Can you bring me a doctor’s note to prove this fact?” she teased as she let him steal a kiss but she had the ability to pull away if he kept it for too long.


***

“As long as you don’t mind that it’s forged. Or gained by offers of money.” He’d take one last kiss before settling back into the comfortable cushion behind him and curling his arms around her waist once again.


“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to just stay here awhile.” Just. Like. This.

***


She laughed softly “No I suppose I’ll live with bribed doctor;s notes” she gave him a kiss before she snuggled against him. “I don’t think I will mind. Not in the least. You’re comfortable.” she smiled as she picked up a bourbon ball to snack on, though.


“You’ll just have to make sure I stay warm”
**


“I think I can manage that.” He’d actually reach back to pull the small blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around her shoulders, then he wrapped his arms around her again. He couldn’t stay all night out here, though, he had to get up in the morning and get to a meeting. So he’d have to get sleep at some point.. just not quite yet.


***

Sleep was good. She’d be baking for Neena in the morning, so it was nice to get sleep at some point. But for now, she was happy to settle under the blanket, out on the balcony and be cozy. It felt normal, which was weird, and comfortable, which was nice. Logically, she could have put her clothes back on but well, she wasn’t minding it too much, he was keeping her warm.


“Good.” she’d lay her head on his shoulder, eyes closing partly. It was a nice feeling