DREAMS AND DESIRES

By Keri Wilson

Chapter 4b: Love is Dangerous

She closed the door. Remy smiled when he saw the robe she had on. She took a few steps toward him. He sat on the bed with just a pair of shorts on. She undid the tie on her robe and let it fall open. When he saw what gown she had on he grinned broadly,stood up, and walked over to her.

Remy pulled her close. She felt a mix of fear and passion rush through her. Remy took the robe off and let it fall to the floor. Rogue put her arms around his waist, and leaned her head against his chest. He tilted her head with his hands, then began to kiss her. She felt her arms move up to his shoulders. One hand moved to the back of his head, and she began to run her fingers through his hair. She felt Remy's hands slide to her waist, he used both hands to pull her up a little and tight against him. She heard herself moan and felt a surge of desire. She could feel him hard against her with only the thin nightgown and his shorts between them.

He stopped the kiss and stepped back, quickly pulled off his shorts and pulled her to the bed. He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap facing him. He kissed her again passionately with his tongue in her mouth. Then he stopped and lifted the gown off her, and gently pushed her down on the bed. Rogue looked up Remy with apprehension and desire as he started touching her all over. Suddenly her mind snapped back to Genosha- she was being sexually assaulted; a group of mostly men and a couple of women were fondling her naked body all over and saying unspeakably crude things to her. She was helpless, her powers had been stripped from her as thoroughly as her clothing. She thrashed about and cried "No,no,no!" but they wouldn't stop! She was nearly raped!

"Cherie! What's wrong?" Remy said as Rogue began to jerk and whimper. He abruptly stopped touching her and moved off her.

He pulled the sheet up around her, sat up, pulled her upper body against his chest, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently rocked her back and forth until she began to cry.

"What happened, cherie, who hurt you?"

With gulping sobs she told him. Remy felt anger sear through him; he wanted to kill those bastards! Anybody that would do that to anyone, but especially to someone as soft and innocent as Rogue was about being touched! "I hate dem cherie! I wish I could..."

What do yah think ah feel Remy?"

He could hear a little anger in her voice and was relieved. With her first reaction, he was afraid that it had devastated her so much that she would not be able to ever have any kind of intimacy, because she was so emotionally paralyzed from it. Her anger showed she was slowly starting to heal from that horrible assault. Still he would have to be very gentle with her and go very slowly. He talked about how his feelings for her had gradually changed after he met her.

He admitted that at first it had only been lust, and even said "I'm glad cherie, that I didn't find out, dat I could touch you den. I didn't love you yet. Because of you, I changed, grew up, and became a better person." As he said that he ran his fingers through her hair. Remy loved her hair, that white puffball at the top with the white stripe down the back, and the rest of her hair that matched almost exactly his chestnut brown shade.

Her hair was so soft too. She had told him that the waves in her hair were from a permanent. She complained that otherwise her hair was as straight as a board. Remy had said he didn't care, whatever way she wanted to wear it was fine. He did like this look best though, it really made her look sexy! He had told her that too, she had liked him saying that, she had smiled at him like she was right now. Rogue sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. Then she reached up and brushed her hand against his chin. Rogue felt Remy bring his other hand to her shoulder and he began to give her a gentle massage from her shoulder blades to her collar bone. It felt nice. he started to move his hands towards her breasts, and said "Tara, de first you start t' feel uncomfortable or scared you tell me, an' I'll stop."

She looked straight at him and said "Okay." She had no intention of telling him to stop. She was determined to break the hold that memory had on her. She looked at him very seriously and said, "Remy ah want tah really feel yah..." She blushed bright red and the rest came out in a whisper, "in me..."

"Are y' sayin',chere, that y' don' want me t' use one of dese?" Remy held out a condom, still rolled up in a package.

She nodded and blushed bright red again.

'Y' know wit'out dis, y' be takin' chance of gettin' pregnant, cause I know y' aren't on birth control."

She nodded again, and looked at him trustingly.

Remy sighed, and put the condom aside.

This would actually be a new experience for him, he had never, ever had sex without wearing a condom... unless that one time...with Helene. That was also the only time he let himself get so drunk he didn't exactly remember what happened the rest of that night. One of these days though, maybe later on tonight, even, he'd show Rogue how to put a condom on him. Dieu, just t'inkin' `bout her hands on him! He was really ready now!

As his hands began to caress Rogue's breasts she closed her eyes and kept telling herself it was Remy touching her. She concentrated on the sensations, how wonderful Remy's hands on her breasts were. It was giving her feelings of overwhelming love and sexual desire. She arched her upper body against his hands and kissed him. Remy stroked his tongue against hers and she tentatively did the same. Remy increased the speed and stroking of her nipples with his fingers. She moaned and put her arms around Remy's neck and let herself fall back on the bed, pulling Remy down on top of her. Her nipples were starting to feel too sensitivefor his hands, and he seemed to sense this, and moved his hands down between her legs, first caressing her inner thighs, and when she arched up to him, stroking her center of desire.

She spread her legs further apart and her feet began to slide back and forth on the mattress. Then Remy put his mouth on one of her breasts and licked her nipple."Oh...!" She gasped,"Remy, please...ah want you.." and arched her whole body against him.

Remy moved himself into position and as gently as he could manage, moved into her, steeling himself from what his body wanted to do; thrusting into her deep and hard.

Rogue didn't feel any real pain, just a slight discomfort and a feeling of pressure as he slowly moved deeper in her. She gave him complete access, spreading her legs wide. Finally, he was all the way in, he paused then used his fingers to stroke her some more. When she began to arch up to his strokes, he began to move in and out; slowly at first, but as Rogue increased her speed, he did. Till he let himself go and began thrusting deep, fast, and hard. Rogue moaned and wound her legs around his, arching up towards every thrust. She moaned that she was his, and he thrust even harder till she spasmed in orgasm and cried out his name. He thrust hard three more times then releasing himself, cried out her real name, and collapsed on top of her.

At the same time Betsy and Warren were in his bedroom. Betsy was naked on top of Warren. She had tied Warren's arms and legs spreadeagled to the bedposts with silk scarves, then she had sprayed whipped cream all over his chest. She was licking it off. Warren was getting quite excited and was begging her to stop, when they distinctly heard Rogue scream "Remy!" and then Remy screamed "Tara!". It took them a few seconds to remember that Rogue had told them earlier this evening that was her real name.

Warren said, Did yihw hear... what was that?"

Betsy looked irritated and said,"I know whot thot was..." They had spoiled this time with Warren, that Betsy had so carefully planned out! She had waited three whole days to do this, now they had ruined it! Lowlife cretins!

The weight of Remy's body resting on hers felt wonderful. Tara was amazed at how good she felt, but sort of lethargic too. She had read about what was supposed to happen when one made love, but that just didn't compare to what she had just experienced, and still was feeling. It was so overwhelming, she felt a few tears well up, she felt so incredibly happy. She was also relieved that her mutant strength did not express itself when she went into orgasm, she had only felt a normal human level strength. She smiled and thought ah bet Remy is too! She couldn't help letting a little giggle escape.

Remy smiled and asked her "What's funny, chere?" She told him and he said,"I surely am glad, ma chere!"

Then she felt her desire for him building again and began to tentatively touch him the same way he had touched her. He grinned and starting touching her. This time when they made love it was even more intense than the first time.

Then she got on top of him, telling him to let her do it to him. He questioned her, "Chere, you might not have an orgasm, you know, don't you, that men naturally go a lot faster than women, neh?"

She blushed, but said, "Yeah, ah know, but ah don't have tah have an orgasm, for it to feel good, ah already feel good now."

"You sure, cherie? I don't really feel good `less I've had one too."

"Taught yah somethin' about women, or at least this woman, it would make me just as happy, knowing yah did, as feelin' myself havin' one, especially since yah care enough tah want tah make me feel as good as yoahself." She started touching him with her hands and mouth. Then she straddled him, and felt him go inside her...

In the room next to Remy's, Bobby Drake punched his pillow and fumed. Foirst Sam and Tabitha, at least they just did it once! Gawd! How many toimes are they going to do this tuhnioht! They are so damn loud! No one can get any sleep, I'm sure!

At the same time, across the hall, Hank McCoy was opening the door to his room he heard the sounds coming from Remy's room. He smiled a touch sadly, he missed Trish, not just because of that, but other things too. He sighed, closed his door back, there was a comfortable bed down in the medical lab. Then he thought a touch sympathetically, Bobby's not going to get much sleep tonight, it's going to be rather noisy up here tonight.

Rogue smiled when she felt Remy let go. She did feel good even though she hadn't had an orgasm herself. She rolled off him and curled against him.

After a few minutes of rest, Remy started touching her with his fingers and mouth all over her body, he waited until she had two orgasms before he went in her, and drew it out long enough that he didn't let himself go until she had another one.

Right about that time Theresa went over to the other wing of the mansion, it had been so quiet on the women's side it had wakened her. Was there a mission or something? She had noticed even the door to Rogue's room was standing wide open. She had looked in, but Rogue wasn't there. She heard some noises over on the guy's side, maybe Jimmy could tell her if the others were on a mission, she had gone to bed early tonight, right after that conference in the Professor's office. Just as she got about three feet from Jimmy's door he opened it. "Oh!" they both said startled.

Then they clearly heard what the noises were from Remy's room, that was diagonally across the hall from James's room. They both blushed, and quickly turned around and went back the directions they had come.

After that Rogue and Remy were both getting a little tired but still wanted to do it again. Remy said to her, "We do it once more, but we go real slow, neh? I show y' what I want and y' show me." She brushed her hands over his chest and said "Okay. Yah want me tah guide your hands, and yah guide mine?"

"Dat's right, cherie."

Very slowly they made love again, then they both went to sleep, Rogue curling herself against Remy's body.

She awakened the next morning still curled against him, with her head on his chest. She felt his arm around the bare skin of her waist. She felt content. She could tell he was waking up, as his arm around her waist pulled her more snugly against him.

"Good mornin' Remy" she said, and smiled at him. He smiled at her and opened his eyes, "So you wan' t' wake up every mornin' like dis, chere?"

"Sounds good tah me Remy," as she stretched against him.

"Mon amour, I t'ink we'll be late for breakfast, hey?"

She laughed and kissed him...

Much later when they did come down for breakfast, first Logan greeted them with a grin and "You missed breakfast." as he was getting ready to go out of the door. Logan could smell the scent of sex strong on both of them, that was what had made him grin, he knew just why they had missed breakfast! He also thought it was funny that their activities last night had kept Drake awake!

Rogue blushed bright red and ducked her head, but Remy grinned broadly and pulled Rogue against himself and said,"Dat's right mon ami."

Logan went out with a grin. Actually, last night those two weren't the only ones at it, from what he scented with his extra sensitive sense of smell, when he came in the mansion early the morning. Every couple was active last night. Must have been that full moon! Sam and Tabitha, Warren and Betsy, Domino and Cable, even Jean and Scott. Logan grimaced, why Jeannie ever chose him... Logan shook his head, sometimes who a person chose didn't seem to make much sense. Other times it couldn't be a better choice. He grinned when he thought of Rogue and Gambit. Theresa and James weren't quite to that stage yet but the scents they gave off and the way they had been acting lately, it probably wouldn't be too much longer!

When Rogue and Remy came into the kitchen, Jean told them "good morning" with a knowing smile. "You two missed breakfast, I made it for evaehyone else this maehning." She said still smiling at them. Jean didn't tell them but their lovemaking last night had been rather audible, at least from Bobby Drake's complaints.

Bobby had apparently had heard everything. He very angerly went on and on about how those grunts, squeaks, and squeals kept him awake three quarters of the night. Jean remembered how happy she was the morning after she and Scott first made love, and she wasn't about to spoil that feeling for Rogue.

"Ah'm sorry Jean" Rogue says, only briefly glancing at Jean, then immediately looking back at Remy and blushing.

Remy grinned and said, "No offense intended Jean, but dis morning Rogue an' I are havin' breakfast only wit' each other."

Rogue blushed again, recalling the bedroom conversation about breakfast, which is exactly what Remy intended her to do.

Remy fixed Rogue and himself a traditional Cajun breakfast. After breakfast they went for a walk in the woods. Remy brought a blanket along. When they found a pretty spot, he put down the blanket, and promptly sat down, patting the place beside him and grinning up at Rogue. She sat down beside him, and leaned her head against his chest. He put his arms around her. Then she looked up at him with a troubled expression. "What's wrong, chere?"

Rogue blushed then told Remy what was on her mind, "Remy, ah'm not experienced like the other women you've been with, well with the exception of Belladonna, the first time she and you..."

"Cherie, believe me, being wit' you is de most beautiful experience I've ever had."

"You're tryin' tah flatter me."

"No flatterin', it's de truth."

"Oh Remy, ah love you so much!" She hugged him tight, a little too tight. At his "Umph", she flushed and let him go. "Ah'm so sorry, Remy!" she said, backing away. Remy laughed gently, and pulled her back against him. "It's okay, cherie, I love you dat much too." Gently he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he drew back. Her eyes opened and looked at him a little surprised and disappointed. It hadn't been one of his wonderful passionate kisses. Then she saw the mischievous look on his face. He had done this deliberately, to tantalize her!

Well, she would show him! Rogue pulled his head down, and kissed him hard! Then she used the things Remy had shown her he liked last night. First she nibbled his earlobe, as she reached under his shirt and stroked her hands against his masculine nipples. He gasped excitedly. Then she lifted up his shirt and gently bit them. He grabbed her around the hips, and layed down with her on top of him. She sat up, with her thighs across his hips. She let herself press against him a bit more. Then she pulled her loose top off. She wore no bra under it. Remy reached up and brushed his fingers lightly against her nipples. She began to move against him rhythmically. He sat up and got to his knees, pulling her with him. Then he reached down and pulled down both her shorts and underwear at the same time, down to her knees.

With less skill she unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down to his knees. He kissed her, and smiled against her lips. He reached down and pulled down his boxers. Then he pulled both himself and Rogue back down to the blanket, this time, laying side by side.

They pulled each others clothes the rest of the way off. Then Rogue looked at him determinedly, and rolled him onto his back. Remy laughed deeply, She be wanting to have her way wit' me! He would let her. Sometime though, he would really get her out of control; he would see how much she liked oral sex! He wouldn't do it to her yet, he didn't want to totally overwhelm her yet. She probably surprise me, and do it to me, next! She be as passionate as I t'ought she was, but a bit shy 'bout it.

Rogue felt herself getting out of control, and got scared, but she felt like she couldn't stop. This hadn't happened last night when she had done this to him. Remy could tell she was getting scared about her passionate nature really taking over. He knew he needed to help her not be afraid of it. At this point though, the only thing he could do would be something that got the passion to overtake the fear. He quickly reached down between them and stroked her at that place that would drive her to the top. She gasped sharply and looked at him with a wild fear and passion. Then she reached down and pinched his nipples. It sent them both over the top at once, they convulsed together, and screamed each others names.

Ah feel okay, Ah let myself go completely, and it didn't hurt anybody. She realized now, that even last night, when she thought she had let go control, she hadn't, not fully. Today she had. It still frightened her, enough that she wanted to hold back on doing it again, for awhile.