Coffee with a Side of Cajun (REMY!!!)

Remy could not help but chuckle and brace his shoulder as the stronger than she looks Rogue. Remy then said with a chuckle. "Oh Rogue, ah can't lie, Remy thinks you look cuter when you're mad... or jealous." When Rogue said she would have said maybe if Remy asked her out, Remy simply shook his head. "Truth be told p'tite, Remy don't handle rejection all too well."

"You know Ah can't help it with you p'tite, you just flatten me out." Remy said in response to her rug comment. His eyes glanced over to her tongue and then back down to their hands. Remy LeBeau in his life has never found anything he couldn't take, or couldn't touch for that matter. However in his days, he never met a woman like Rogue. He wish he knew if she was as soft and sweet to the touch as she looked, but this was the first time he could only look and not touch, and damn did he want to touch her so badly.

Then out of thin air Rogue lagged behind, then she latched onto his back. Remy was caught by surprise, but he was more than able to catch Rogue, placing his hands carefully on the clothed part of Rogue's shorts, he had to remind himself he should buy some gloves that did not have the fingers cut off. Just another precaution for when he had to cope with the mutation of a woman he wanted nothing more than to say he loves.

Then she said it, the thing that Remy never thought he would hear. The sweet two names that always left Remy wandering, the mystique that came off her words. Before this, Remy was sure he wasn't going to need her name. He lived in a business and a world where names were about as important and practical as plastering a bullseye on the back of your head. Remy turned around and placed a gloved finger on Anna's lips and whispered. "P'tite, Remy never needed yo name to know when he stumbled upon an actual bit of good luck in his life."

On that note, the pep in Remy's step came back as he hopped up and grinned over to Anna and started making his way to the shopping center of the city. "Come on love, Remy said he was gonna showa yeah in clothes today before he takes yeah out somewhere special."

Remy, despite popular belief, could live without having sex in a relationship. He didn't need the actual physical contact but more along the need of feeling wanted and needed. Being an orphan, he was never given the chance to be loved by a father, or a mother. He had a father figure in his life, but it was hardly what people would call a healthy relationship.

With Rogue though, he got feeling he was wanted, as much as he was sure she didn't want to admit it, he had a feeling she enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed being in hers. He already knew he was head over heels for the girl, just being able to share that though was a completely different matter. She had more than emotional walls to climb, her mutation was a big factor.

Then of course, he heard those two words, those two words he had always wanted to hear from the Southern belle, no matter how badly he knew that a mere touch from Rogue could put him in the hospital. he placed her down carefully in front of her, his hand stroked into her brightly exotic hair, he leaned down to whisper. "You know , love, if Remy kisses you, he be putting himself in the hospital, or worse."

The Cajun then smirked and continued the whisper, his lips mere inches from hers. "Worst fates come to mind."

Remy let out a hot breath from the heated breath that hit his lips. Remy did not need to be a sucker to Rogue's body, but even the pure energy that came off her body. When her voice got all husky. Remy's hands placed onto her clothed side and said back to Anna, his lips up to her ear. "'Ah find it if it is hard to say, then it might be easier to say it in private... the dressing room might be the best place to vent, love."

With that movement he moved to take Rogue's gloved hand, and walked her over to the dressing rooms, the bulge in Remy's jeans being very hard to hide but once he found a room with a lock and pulled Rogue in locking it behind and said with a grin. "Now that we got ourselves some privacy, what was it you were saying, p'tite?"

Remy took a seat across from Anna to take in the look of her already, a sly smile came across his lips as he enjoyed the sight he had already. The game she wanted to play had Remy more than interested. Then again, a game where Remy wasn't questioned on the end of being accused if he was a liar was all the more interesting. To start it off he leaned against the wall and said with a grin. "First question p'tite. The biggest thing you miss since moving out of the X-Men, was my old fashioned Cajun cooking." Remy figured he should start something simple before moving to the more deeper questions.

Remy grinned at the answer Anna provided him and he quickly called out against it. A part of him hoping she was lying to his face. "Oh come on p'tite, you love lattes."