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The sizzle of the stovetop was a regular background noise in the LeBeau household, as Remy had gotten used to having a kitchen all to himself to cook in without random mutants offering their own two-cents or opinions about his food—usually about the spice levels.
He had to admit that as much as he kind of missed being at the manion, he'd been in need to have his own space for a while now, and especially once the furry kids came into the picture, he knew that sometimes you outgrow a place. Remy would always be an X-Man, but even heroes need their own lives. And he was certainly getting more of a life these days…
Oliver jumped up onto the countertop, his small screams for food, also an accompanying soundtrack in his morning routine, and expecting his siblings to join him in the choir any moment now.
"I here ya, I here ya," Remy playfully said to him, putting down his utensil and giving the adorable feline a scratch on his chin. Moving to effortlessly grab the cat's food for them, he popped the tin open and in an instant, all three of them—Lucifer, Figaro, and Oliver—crowded by their dishes, awaiting their meal.
"Sometimes, I wonder if y'all just here for the food," he said to them, watching as they started to eat and giving them some pets before making his way back to his own breakfast. Just as he finished his dish, he heard a loud noise from the rooftop… like something crashing.
Remy immediately threw off the stove, moving the eggs off the burner seamlessly, before finding a spot to hide in the apartment, thinking maybe it was an intruder. Years of training and thieving can be a hard habit to break, and he knew it was better to act instinctively than assume no harm.
Luckily, he didn't need to wait long to find out what made the noise, as another crash was shortly accompanied by a shout from a voice Remy was intimately acquainted with, "Sonovabitch!"
With a relieved sigh, he smirked to himself, "Rogue's home."
He relaxed against a wall as he heard her open up the skylight and float on inside. He decided to use the element of surprise to greet her. After all, it had been almost a week since he'd last seen his dear wife, and he loved it when she'd chew him out for sneaking up on her.
As she closed the skylight and made her way down into the living room, he watched as she started moving towards the kitchen, a somewhat sour and tired look on her face. Her uniform was covered in dirt and sweat, and even looked like some blood. He'd have to ask her about that later—make sure it wasn't hers.
Yet even in this state, she was still as stunning as the day he met her.
The pregnant pause in the air slightly derailed his plans. She was looking at the food that he'd just prepared and the silence was easy to pick up on any out of ordinary sounds.
"I know yer hiding, Swamp Rat. I'm not in the mood for a jump scare," she said in a somewhat curt but light tone she reserved only for him, turning towards him in the closet and making eye contact immediately. Damn, she knew him too well.
The dark circles under her eyes were even more apparent, and she certainly looked like she'd seen better days.
Remy stepped out of the pantry as he approached her with open arms, saying warmly, "Mornin', chère. Was just grabbin' some seasonin', and was just wonderin' if I was gon' see y' today."
She smiled up at him at his warm greeting, circling her arms around his waist, as she apologized, "I'm sorry I've been gone so long. Y' wouldn't believe that nonsense we had t' deal with."
Remy leaned down, cupping her cheeks between his hands as he sweetly kissed her lips. He could taste the days of sweat on her skin, which he always loved, but knew it meant she was probably exhausted, and likely hungry.
Saying quietly in his smoothest voice that he knew she couldn't resist, "Then how 'bout you tell Remy all about it while he cooks you up some breakfast, eh?"
She drawled languidly, "Mmm, that sounds perfect, sugah."
The couple made their way around their kitchen—Rogue making coffee for them both and Remy proceeding to give her the portion he'd just made for himself, letting her enjoy the fresh and hot food—and as she ate, she explained the most recent mission she went on while he made another batch for himself to eat, sitting down at their kitchen island to join her.
Rogue had been taking on a lot of responsibility with the X-Men as of late, and even though she'd led teams before and wasn't leading one now, she was still feeling overwhelmed.
She set her fork down as she finished her meal, leaning into the counter as she sighed, "I'm wonderin' if maybe I should take a step back from the team for a while…"
Remy smoothed his hand over her back in comfort as she rubbed her hands over her face, hoping to take away some of the stress, "This really been takin' a toll on y', chère. Maybe you talk to Kit and figure out some new schedulin' arrangement, non? Give yo'self some breathin' room?"
Rogue let out a stressed breath, "With everythin' goin' on, I dunno if I should. They're already strapped for people these days, and I'd feel awful if I did take some time off and somethin' happened."
She started to lean into his hand as he rubbed her back. Remy always knew how to release her tension, and she seemed in dire need of that kind of attention.
"Why don' we take the next few days to just be alone then? Like when we were back in Valle Soleado…?" he offered, earning a curious and incredulous look from Rogue, "We haven't had any serious time together since the honeymoon."
She smirked at him with a look of adoration in her eyes, "What'd ya have in mind, Cajun?"
His head lolled to the side with a dashing smirk, knowing he'd charmed her into agreeing, "Few hours in bed, some candlelit dinners, time with the kids," he said as he jokingly gestured to the cats, "And fo' the next 3 days… we pretend like our comms and phones don't exist. Whatdya say, chère?"
She smiled lovingly as she leaned in to kiss him, saying against his lips, "Y' really know how to win a gal over."
He kissed her back as he reached for her neck, gently holding her and brushing her cheek with his thumb, "I assume it's one o' the reasons y' married me."
Lacing her hands behind his neck, she laughed with that syrupy sweet laugh he'd kill for, "That… and the food."
He scoffed mockingly, "Knew it! You and the cats! All y'all only want me 'round for my skills in the kitchen."
She laughed enthusiastically as Remy picked her up from her seat like she weighed nothing, walking with her legs wrapped around his waist before pressing her into the wall leading to the hallway. He buried his face into her neck as he smoothed his hands over her skintight uniform, massaging and brushing her most sensitive spots as he ground into her, earning her effervescent moans of pleasure. Her hands scraped over his back before running up into his hair, holding his head against her as she enjoyed the ministrations he was providing her.
"R-Remy…" she sighed, pulling his attention back up to her lips as she asked, "Can I ask you for one mo' favor?"
"Anythin', mon cœur," he replied breathlessly against her skin.
He could see the sensual gaze in her eyes as she bit her lip, "A massage…? When we're finished, of course. My muscles are hollerin' somethin' fierce and they need yer magic touch."
Remy was sure his eyes were burning a hole through her as her request had set him on fire. He kissed her lovingly before saying as he ground himself against her, "Rogue always gets what she wants, especially when it's what Gambit wants too."
Her smile lit him up as she kissed him, "This is why I married ya."
He smirked as he clarified playfully, "The massages…?"
She laughed, "Hahaha, no!" before saying softly, "How good ya are to me…"
Remy pulled her from the wall as he said, "Gambit 'bout t' show you just how good he can be t' ya, mon amour."
Her squeal of delight as he carried her to their bedroom, dropping them both down on the bed, their hands and bodies never letting go, made his day every time. He could feel Rogue's hands already making moves to tear off his loose muscle shirt from his body, as he strategized how best to get her out of her sullied uniform—luckily finding that, foregoing a few knicks and scratches, she was unharmed; a deep comfort to him.
Peeling their clothes off one by one, exposing just that little bit more of skin each time, never got old for them, and the act itself was like a ritual—one never to be overlooked or rushed. After all, they never knew when Rogue's powers may go haywire again, so they relished every chance they got to draw out these moments where they could throw caution to the wind and bask in the foreplay that was undressing one another.
With a hungry look in his eye, he pulled the last bit of her uniform from her delicate legs, resting back on haunches as he admired the view of her beneath him. There was a near growl in his timbre as he whispered, "Mon dieu, I missed you."
She smoothed her hand into his hair as she pulled him back down to her, sweetly goading him, "I was barely gone a week, Cajun. Y' miss me that much?"
Rogue could see that loving look in his eyes, the one she knew he held for no one else, as he replied, "Anytime I wake up in a cold bed without you, chère, it's a worse day all 'round… one that feels like an eternity."
"Mmm, y' so sweet," she cooed like a siren, pulling him back to her lips, her legs gliding alongside his hips as she purred, "I love it when you say things like that, sugah."
Lord have mercy on his soul, he would kill for this woman.
Lips languidly peppered their skin with soft and tender touches that soon followed, hands moving like they were rediscovering each other all over again. She could feel Remy worshiping her naked form like the goddess she was.
(Buzz, buzz) The soft vibrating sound of a phone going off stopped them both in their tracks.
Remy's head popped up for a second as he matched Rogue's wide eyes, warning her, "Don' y' dare, Anna-Marie…"
She knew he was serious when he used her name like that; like a parent scolding their child for misbehaving.
"What if it's an emergency?" she asked innocently. In all honesty, Rogue had no intention of answering her phone. She'd learned her lesson during their honeymoon. She'd more than earned some time off after the week from hell, but it was fun to watch Remy squirm at the idea that she was even considering answering it.
With a sigh, he reached over to their nightstand, and pulled out a favorite of Rogue's toys, "Y' gon' leave me no choice then, chère."
Her eyes went wide with excitement as Remy easily slipped the handcuffs over her wrist and latched it to the bedpost with his quick handy work. While Rogue could very obviously break free of the restraints with ease if needed, that was never the point of them.
Rogue was always a take-charge kind of woman, both in her personal life and as an X-Man. She was so used to having to be the person taking control of a situation when everything else was in chaos. And she'd gotten very good at being that person. But when it came to the bedroom, she always loved to be the one at someone else's mercy… more specifically, Remy's mercy.
In every other aspect of their relationship Remy was always accommodating her; her powers, her temperament, her schedule… This was the one place where she always wanted him to be the one to set the rules and tell her what he wanted, and she was more than willing to accommodate in that department. Not only was it insanely hot to have him taking charge in the bedroom, but it was also years of sacrifice and unquestioning loyalty on his part that showed her he was absolutely worth it and that she could trust him to never take things too far.
Remy gave her a light kiss before stepping away from the bed, reaching for the phone in her jacket pocket, still buzzing away. He took one look at the screen before hitting the answer button, and putting it on speaker as he said in his annoyingly charming voice, "Monsieur Logan! Long time, mon ami!"
"Logan…?" she whisper-shouted at him with an exasperated face.
Remy put a finger to his lips as Logan replied, "Gumbo, I ain't got time fer yer games. Where's Rogue at?"
"I'm sorry, Wolverine, but Rogue's currently occupied," he said, staring right at Rogue as she tried to get him to cut off the call, "Just got home from her last mission and she hit the showers, so to speak."
"Likely…" Logan said with an exacerbated groan, "Listen, I don't wanna know what you two are up to. Just have her call us when she's done whatever she's doin'. Somethin's come up."
"Oh, I think that'll be a while… Cuz y' see, she gon' be doin'..."
With 3 short beeps, the phone call disconnected before he could finish the sentence.
"So rude," he joked with a mock upset face, turning the phone off completely and throwing it across the room so it was far away from Rogue.
"I don't believe you," she sighed, shaking her head at him, "What's he gonna think of us?"
He sauntered back towards her, "Hopefully, that the sex be mind-blowin'?"
She rolled her eyes with a scoff, "Yer the worst, Swamp Rat…"
"You love it, chère," he chided back, taking her chin with his thumb and finger and kissing her to silence the discussion.
He leaned back, digging back around in the drawer and pulling out a long feather.
It turns out that, after years of having physical intimacy withheld from a person could make them unbelievably sensitive to touch. As a result, Remy had quickly found out that not only was Rogue ticklish as all hell, but that she got incredibly stimulated by almost any kind of sensory play they could think of. Feathers, electro-stim, whips and paddles—you name it, she loved it all, and Remy loved using them all on her.
She had to admit, Rogue was a little surprised to see him using the feather. It was a much softer and sensual item than what they had been experimenting with lately, and while she did also love it, she wondered why he chose that over something more… intense.
It was like he could read her mind, because as he started to run the delicate feather over her body, extracting sweet sounds from her throat, he said in a caring tone, "We can use the other ones later, mon amour. You've had it rough this past week, so let's go nice and easy fo' now, eh?"
God, she loved this man. Even when she was at his mercy, he still made her well-being his top priority, "What'd I ever do t' deserve ya?"
His smirk was intoxicating, "Y' loved me back."
She jolted a little when the feather ran over a particularly sensitive spot—just over her ribs and below her bust—causing her to flinch and raise goosebumps all along her skin. Somehow, Remy had chosen the exact right thing to wind her down from her stresses, but wind her up in a wholly different way. The feather grazed up and over her form, roaming along each of her sweet spots that Remy had become innately familiar with, resulting in her head falling back into the pillow as she moaned for her husband.
She didn't have to wait long as she felt his hand soon join the feather, running up and over her skin, with each brush pushing her higher and higher. The handcuffs rattled as she tried to pull her hand towards him instinctually.
"Already worked up?" she heard him ask, teasing her as his hand made its way over her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He ran his fingers over her, feeling how slick she'd become, "Practically a waterfall."
"Y' expect anythin' less from me…?" she asked rhetorically as her body shivered against his touch, "When y' sweet talk as nice as y' do?"
"Mais non," he agreed, slipping his fingers inside her and curling against her, earning him a guttural moan from Rogue. His strokes were slow and precise, knowing exactly where to move to push all of Rogue's buttons. If there was one thing Remy LeBeau was in the bedroom, it was detail-oriented.
Her pale cheeks were becoming flushed with red as she rattled even harder against her restraints, her free hand gripping his shoulder, she gasped his name when he made her twitch fiercely, "R-Remy…"
He moved back, lowering himself between her legs as he watched her writhe in pure ecstasy, "Now chère, y' know what it does to me when y' say m' name like that."
She gasped again when his mouth encircled her clit, his hand moving faster against her as her legs bent over his shoulders. That familiar coil was winding itself tighter and tighter, and she wasn't going to be able to keep it from releasing much longer, "Remy… I-I'm gonna…"
That was his signal to push her right over that edge, as his tongue worked magic over her, making Rogue see stars as her body bowed against him and her toes curled against his back. Her orgasm was intense and powerful, and she knew it was going to be a wonderful next few days.
She collapsed back into the bed, her chest heaving to regain oxygen to her brain. Her skin softly shining with sweat as Remy slowed his movements, letting her come down gracefully. He pulled his hand back from her, licking each finger appreciatively and eagerly as he watched her hooded eyes slide closed.
"Y' good, sweetheart?" he asked, brushing his hands over her legs to settle her before crawling up to her and releasing her hand from the handcuffs, letting her cuddle up with him.
She sighed with a smile, feeling utterly satiated, her voice muffled a little, "Best I've been in a while."
Sensing the tone in her voice, and knowing just how exhausted she was, Remy asked quietly as he held her, "Y' wanna take a nap before we continue?"
She tried shaking her head, though she could barely get it to move, "I can keep goin'..."
He chuckled at her barely holding back the yawn, "Y' sure 'bout that?"
Her hand smoothed over his chest as she replied, "I just need… a few minutes…"
Remy kissed her head, whispering back, "Alright, chère. Take y' time."
He gave her the few minutes she asked for… and then some. Remy soon found himself with a fully asleep Rogue against his chest. She really was drained. He brushed her hair from her cheek as he stared lovingly at her, wishing he could do something more for her to ease her stress with the X-Men.
Rogue was always a proud member of the team—as was Remy, but her commitment was different. She'd dedicated her life to being a leader for mutants, but even she was going to hit a breaking point if she didn't take more time for herself, and that call from Logan earlier had Remy wondering if this was ever going to change.
His eyes flitted over to where he knew Rogue's phone was… before looking back down at his sleeping wife. With a soft kiss to her head, he easily slipped himself out of her grasp, letting her rest on the bed.
He silently made his way to their closet, pulling out his own uniform before swiping Rogue's phone. He turned back to see her not having moved from where he'd left her, as he said quietly, "I be right back, chère."
Remy made his way into the hallway as he reopened her phone, and dialed Logan's number.
"Rogue?" the Canadian answered the phone with a gruff voice.
"Mais non, y' gettin' me, mon ami," Remy replied, locking the apartment door as he headed to the elevator to the garage of the building.
"Where's Rogue?" Logan asked pointedly.
"Listen, Logan. She needs some time off. She's been workin' herself to the bone, and she needs to recuperate," Remy explained.
"Geez, is she that bad?"
"Were you on the mission she just had?" Remy asked.
"No, that was one with Kitty, Pete and Laura," he answered.
"And she had another mission not long before that one," he reminded him.
"Shit…" Logan said.
Remy paused as he waited for the elevator, "Listen, I'm gonna make you a deal. Tell me what y' need, and I'll step in for this mission… so long as no one calls Rogue for the next two weeks. We got a deal?"
He heard Logan groan, "Fine, Cajun. How fast can y' get to the mansion?"
"Already on m' way," he said before hanging up and heading into the elevator, finding his motorcycle, and making his way to the institute.
Rogue groaned as she rolled over on the bed. She tried to pry an eye open to check the time on the alarm clock, but struggled to get herself to focus.
"That… that can't be right," she murmured to herself as she rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing that time right, "8:24pm?"
She looked out the window and sure enough, the sun was already setting in the sky, casting a hazy, orange glow into the apartment. She sat up as she yawned, stretching her sore muscles, her body now fully feeling the pain from the mission she'd been…
"Remy…?" she asked timidly, suddenly feeling his absence, wondering where he was.
Last she remembered, they'd been cozying up together on the bed and he had just given her some of the best stress-reduction therapy a girl could ask for. But that was over 12 hours ago…
Sliding off the bed, she found her robe and made her way into the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. Everything was where they'd left it this morning, and the cats were all cuddled up on the couch, either sleeping or watching her as she moved through the space.
"Remy?" she called again, but was left with only silence as her answer.
Something started to worry her.
She went back to their bedroom as she hunted around for her phone. She knew Remy had thrown it in the corner somewhere, but she couldn't find it, "Where did he…?"
After a few minutes of looking, she soon realized he must've taken it with him… wherever he went.
"That Swamp Rat…!" she growled, frustrated that he likely was doing something he shouldn't have been doing. But her worry was currently overwriting her frustration, so she went to her comm device on her uniform, pinging it.
"This is Rogue. Has anyone seen Gambit? Over."
She waited a few seconds before getting a ping back, "Chère! Y' worried 'bout me?"
"Remy," she sighed with relief, "Where in the blue blazes are ya? And why is yer comms on?"
"Just finishin' up. I be home soon," he replied charmingly. She could hear some traffic noise in the background and what sounded like air rushing past him.
"Finishin' up what?" she asked, "Remy, what're you…?"
"Can you two get off the comms?" a third voice chimed in, sounding like the stern voice of Scott Summers on the other end, "It's supposed to be for urgent communication during missions only."
"Oop… sorry, Cyke," she said embarrassingly.
"Don' you worry, chère. I be home soon. Over and out." Remy said before signing off.
She switched off her comms as she sat back on the bed, leaning herself over her knees. At least she knew he was okay.
After a long overdue shower and some cleaning up from breakfast, Rogue figured she may as well get some dinner ordered for them, if Remy was coming home soon. While she had no idea what he'd been doing, or why he'd let her sleep the day away, she figured she could at least get a decent meal ready for them… until she remembered she didn't have her phone to call or order from.
"I swear, I'm gonna…!" she said threateningly, shaking her hands in a gesture mimicking strangulation.
After scrounging around the kitchen to find some things she could make into a meal, she started to bread some chicken to deep fry them. She figured it couldn't have been too hard to drop a piece of breaded chicken in oil to cook it…
Each piece was more burnt or bulky than the last. She wasn't sure how she'd managed to royally screw this up. On her last 2 pieces, she tried her best to make sure the breading was even and the chicken didn't over cook.
They still didn't turn out great, but they were edible, and that was a success in her books.
She plated the chicken, along with a salad—because she couldn't trust herself to not burn anything else—, and just as she set them on the counter, she heard the front door latch unlock.
Her eyes immediately flew to see Remy coming through the door, dressed in his X-men uniform and looking more disheveled than she last saw him. His arm was holding his side under his trench coat, a usual indication that he was hurt.
"Remy!" she cried, flying toward him as he closed the door, leaning against it for support, "Y' look like you've been tossed around by Cap on a bad day."
"Ah, chère," he greeted her warmly as she took to his side trying to prop him up, "Gambit was hoping you'd still be asleep 'til he got home."
"What are y' talkin' 'bout? Where were ya?" she asked in a demanding tone that was laced with worry.
"Well… y' see…" he started, pulling his hand from his side, and revealing a beautiful small bouquet of yellow roses hidden under his coat. He held them to her, and in an instant, all her worry and anger faded.
"Remy…" she breathed as she looked back up at him. Even with the dirt and scratches on his face, he was flashing that dashing smirk of his through it all.
"Y' went an' forgot y' own birthday, chère?" he asked rhetorically.
Rogue's eyes went wide as she suddenly realized what day it was.
"Y' been workin' y'self like crazy, Rogue. Figured if there was one day y' deserved to rest and recoup, it was today," he explained, "So I took y' phone and went on Logan's mission for ya."
"Remy, you didn't need to do that for me," she said, trying to hold back tears, "Y' not a full-time X-Man anymore. Y' shouldn't have to step in for me."
"But I did… 'cause I wanted to," he replied, taking her hand in his, "Y' know you can lean on me for anythin', chère. Just 'cause I ain't full-time with the X-Men don't mean y' can't ask for help now and then. Gambit always here for ya."
She smiled, "I dunno what I did to deserve all this love."
He leaned down to kiss her cheek, "Just keep bein' you, chère, and I'll supply all the lovin' y' need."
He offered her the flowers, which she took graciously before making sure he was okay to stand on his own. She took him to their bedroom so he could get changed and inspect him for any injuries.
She asked him what the mission was for, and he explained it was something related to an anti-mutant hate group protesting a recently elected mutant into the Senate at their inauguration. It was glorified bodyguard duty, but Remy somehow managed to get caught up in a brawl with some of the protesters, but he ended it pretty quickly.
"That's pretty high-profile work," she commented.
"Guess that was why Logan originally wanted you for the job," he replied, "You a strong face for mutants—real pretty one, too."
She rolled her eyes with a smirk, as she dabbed a cotton ball soaked with alcohol to a few cuts on his arm and cheek, "How did he react when y' offered to go in my place?"
He shrugged, "He was won over my charm and charisma… as usual."
She gave him a look that said, "Seriously…"
"Eh, same way he always does. But once I explained to him that you'd already been on back-to-back missions, he understood."
"Y' really didn't have to do that for me, Remy. I coulda turned him down m'self, and he'd just have to find someone else to go instead," she said, working away at his cuts.
Remy stilled her hand that was tending to him as he held it delicately, "Rogue, I love you, so don't take this the wrong way... but we both know that's a lie."
She cocked her eyebrow in confusion.
He continued, "If there's one thing y' love as much as me, it's y' work," he said, "And I get it. Y' passionate about it, and bein' an X-Man is y' life. But even you need to have some down time."
She sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew the guilt would eat at her if she turned down Logan or a mission, "I just… never realized how I always said yes to every mission until we lost so many of us… With a smaller team, I just… can't find it in me to say no these days."
His hand cradled her cheek, "I know, chère, and I love y' for that dedication y' have. But let me take some o' that burden offa y' from time to time, non?"
She smiled at him, nodding in agreement,"Alright."
He kissed her sweetly, ending their discussion as she helped him back to the kitchen. Remy could smell the fried chicken in the air.
"What's this? Y' cook for me?" he asked as Rogue let him lean on her.
She scoffed, "Don't get too excited, Cajun. You know how bad my cookin' is."
"Oui, but it's the thought that counts, chère. And who knows… maybe today be the day…" he joked before they turned the corner and found the cats had all jumped onto the counter and were eating the chicken like it was made just for them.
"Ooooh…" Rogue groaned.
"Well, at least the cats seem t' be enjoyin' it, so I guess that's a win," Remy playfully taunted.
She smirked at him before asking, "Where's my phone?"
He gave her a look before she continued, "We're orderin' in."
He reached into his trench coat pocket, saying, "It's yo' birthday, girl. We do whatever y' want."
She took the phone and replied in a too sensually casual tone, "Oh, I have some ideas of how we can spend the rest of our evenin', sugah… and the next few days. And it starts with that massage we talked about earlier…"
"Mon dieu," he replied, "I'm gonna enjoy this."