just_1_word | 23.7. Opposite
23.7. Opposite
Co-written with justalilcontact
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Remy was monotonously flicking his lighter open and closed as he sauntered around Rogue's hospital room poking at all the pink gifts. Maybe he was looking for weapons or traps, but he wouldn't admit to it. Actually, he was looking to see if anyone got a better gift than he did and he made a mental note to scowl at anyone called 'Ruth' next time he saw them. In his other hand was a red lollipop that he sweet-talked off a nurse at the nurses' station with his typical Gambit charm. He turned back to Rogue, gesturing with the lollipop. "The bebe has two feet. Why so many booties? Why booties with frogs? Reptiles aren't cute, cherie."
"Frogs aren't reptiles, sugar," Rogue replied, and narrowed her eyes at his hand with the lighter. "And if ya don't stop that, I'll make the nurses stick some needles in ya. It just makes me think of him." Him being Pyro, their former teammate and member of the Brotherhood. Someone that Rogue had once considered a friend. "I guess it's like me and gloves. No one knows what to buy a newborn, so they just buy booties."
Remy frowned, highly put out, but shoved the lighter away. "I want a fucking smoke and they won't let me!" he pointed out in the direction of the general hospital on a whole. "You would think she was a damn centipede. Does she look like a centipede? Non, she looks like a bebe and if they only looked, they would see that half the baby shop could be bought for a baby girl."
Rogue shifted in the hospital bed, and tried to pull herself up into a more comfortable position. "I don't need ya secondhand smoke right now, and neither does Mia. So please, just go find some nicotine gum, or just sit still. Ya drivin' me crazy. I love ya, Remy, but some days I still wanna smack ya upside the head for bein' so damn restless." She huffed out a breath, and the anger faded the next moment as she smiled. "No, she ain't a centipede, thank the Lord. I guess some people lack imagination."
Remy stopped and came to drop down in the seat beside her heavily. The lollipop was shoved unceremoniously back into his mouth, even if he was still looking around suspiciously. "Ahned t'get lay..." was the statement around the lollipop. "Wi thsmok." He nodded for emphasis.
Her eyebrows lifted. "Well, don't look at me, I ain't allowed to have sex for six weeks. Can't ya call up ya lovers?"
Remy took the lollipop from his mouth with a shrug. "Flynn isn't... he's not been... oh fuck it. I've been the one who hasn't," he admitted, scowling as the truth came out.
Rogue's eyebrows stayed up as she looked at him. "Really?"
"Oui," Remy mumbled, shifting restlessly in the seat and becoming really intent on the half-eaten lollipop. "But Flynn doesn't want it either," he had to add to try and save face at least a little.
"And Maddy?" Rogue found herself asking. "Has she been trying to pressure either of you?"
Remy shook his head. "Non, she never does. But I really want it now! It's like my dick has taken all those months of not wanting it and now wants to make it up all at once." He sat back in the seat to put both feet up on the side of her bed. "I might break. Or get a hernia."
Rogue laughed. "Well, can't you ask her to take care of you? Or do you want to indulge in both of them? There's no harm in askin', sugar."
"I nearly did a nurse," Remy admitted, pulling his lips to the side. "Really nearly did a nurse." He held up the lollipop. "This was nearly foreplay."
Rogue frowned, but it wasn't like Remy was acting any differently. "Why didn't ya?"
"I don't know!" Remy cried, almost whining in response. The restless shuffling was back. "She had really nice tits, too."
Rogue's eyes went wide at his response, before a smirk that probably belonged on her husband's face curved her lips. "You want them, and them only. Your lovers, not the tits."
"Non, I really did want the tits," Remy corrected, getting huffy at the smirk. He shoved the lollipop into his mouth again, sucking on it distractedly for a few moments. "We're not exclusive," he finally said, as if it was the answer to everything.
"Yeah, but ya could be," Rogue pointed out, smirk still in place. "It wouldn't be the end of the world."
"I don't want to be," Remy told her and then frowned. "Why does everyone want me to change?"
Rogue opened her mouth to reply with an instant retort before she shut her mouth and rethought it. "Ya coulda fucked the nurse, but ya didn't. Ya sittin' here with me, suckin' on a lollipop when ya coulda been gettin' ya dick buried in a nurse. Maybe it ain't about sex for ya anymore, but sex with the people ya care about. It ain't me wantin' ya to change. I don't care if ya do, or ya don't, because you're still my best friend. And if ya don't wanna be exclusive, then don't. Just don't whine about not gettin' laid when you voluntarily walked away from the nearly foreplay and great tits."
Remy was actually contemplating getting up and finding the nurse. Or any nurse. Why did sex suddenly have to come with so many strings that he felt like he was tied up like a rack of lamb? Sex was sex. Why couldn't it just be that? "Maddy gets pissed off when I fuck other people. And then it creates a whole lot of shit and I don't want fucking complications."
"So go fuck Maddy," Rogue told him with an arch of her eyebrow. "Or tell Maddy that it's just part of having you. Just don't lie to her."
"I've told her," Remy murmured, looking at his feet. "I feel like she wants us all to be in a normal relationship situation like everyone around us, but we hardly are, are we? I'm a mutant, for one. I hurt people for a living. Two, we're in a threesome. Three, Flynn is a hooker. Four, Maddy used to be a stripper. Five, I like a lot of sex in a lot of different ways, just like some people like wine. I don't know how to do normal nor do I really think I want to."
Rogue rubbed her forehead as she tried to wrap her tired post-birth brain around it all. "Do you like it when she fucks other men? And is Flynn still going to be an escort even after what happened to him?"
"I don't care if she wants to," Remy insisted. "It's just sex! Sex is not what makes a relationship. It's not like I'm going out and cooking dinner for other chicks, or buying them gifts, or sitting with them when they don't feel well. It's sex. It's sticking my cock somewhere for an orgasm after which I walk away and don't look back. I like the female body, I like going to strip clubs, I like having orgies, I like being tied up and being licked all over, I like the thrill of nearly getting caught, I like how sex varies from country to country." He growled a little and shoved his hair off his face. "I don't know. He doesn't even like lying naked next to anyone right now."
Rogue let out a sigh. "I like most of that, but it's better with the Doc. I don't--this ain't me sayin' to get ya more pissed off, but I don't really get how ya have the time for all that, and to be with Maddy and Flynn. Don't ya think they wanna be havin' orgasms with ya? And bein' tied up and licked all over? Sex don't make a relationship but it is somethin' a couple does together. Or three people." Rogue gave him a sad look. "I'm sorry. It was a fucked up thing to happen to him."
Remy growled again in frustration and pushed his fingers through his hair. "Because I don't want to settle! You all do, I don't! I like being me! I like moving around! I like what I like! I'm not telling you all to fuck off and split up with who you love, am I? Because that's exactly like what you all want me to do, only the total opposite. How would you feel if I told you to stop fucking Chase?"
Rogue flinched at his tone, and pulled bed covers up around her as she sunk down. "I wasn't tryin' to tell ya to stop," she murmured. "I was just tryin' to help ya understand your own thoughts. I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. And I don't really get how ya have the time, so that was just me askin'. I wasn't judgin'."
"I'm not a totally bad person. This is just who I am. And they said they were alright with it. Now they never seem to be. It's hardly been ideal these last few months. But why can't it just be enough that I keep going back? I didn't care when Flynn was being a hooker, nor did I care when Maddy was flashing her tits at strangers. Because they wanted to do it. We all went into it knowing all that." Remy now slumped down in the seat with his arms hanging over the sides. "It was supposed to be easy or at least, none of us were supposed to be expected to change."
"I don't know, I ain't them," Rogue said softly. "But when I started seein' the Doc he didn't want exclusive. He didn't want committment, he didn't want anythin' but fun. People change... even if you don't."
"He wanted it all deep down, he was just scared to let it happen. He told me," Remy revealed, smirking at her. "Me? I don't want it. As much as I love your bebe, belle, I love even more that she's yours."
Rogue couldn't help but grin, the mention of her daughter instantly lighting up her eyes. "Do ya really love her? Tell me you're gonna always be there for her... I don't regret choosin' ya for her godfather one bit."
"Only when I'm not balls deep in some really nice tits," Remy joked, smirking up at her. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but whatever she needs, she'll have it."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,765
Co-written with justalilcontact
[Follows THIS]
Remy was monotonously flicking his lighter open and closed as he sauntered around Rogue's hospital room poking at all the pink gifts. Maybe he was looking for weapons or traps, but he wouldn't admit to it. Actually, he was looking to see if anyone got a better gift than he did and he made a mental note to scowl at anyone called 'Ruth' next time he saw them. In his other hand was a red lollipop that he sweet-talked off a nurse at the nurses' station with his typical Gambit charm. He turned back to Rogue, gesturing with the lollipop. "The bebe has two feet. Why so many booties? Why booties with frogs? Reptiles aren't cute, cherie."
"Frogs aren't reptiles, sugar," Rogue replied, and narrowed her eyes at his hand with the lighter. "And if ya don't stop that, I'll make the nurses stick some needles in ya. It just makes me think of him." Him being Pyro, their former teammate and member of the Brotherhood. Someone that Rogue had once considered a friend. "I guess it's like me and gloves. No one knows what to buy a newborn, so they just buy booties."
Remy frowned, highly put out, but shoved the lighter away. "I want a fucking smoke and they won't let me!" he pointed out in the direction of the general hospital on a whole. "You would think she was a damn centipede. Does she look like a centipede? Non, she looks like a bebe and if they only looked, they would see that half the baby shop could be bought for a baby girl."
Rogue shifted in the hospital bed, and tried to pull herself up into a more comfortable position. "I don't need ya secondhand smoke right now, and neither does Mia. So please, just go find some nicotine gum, or just sit still. Ya drivin' me crazy. I love ya, Remy, but some days I still wanna smack ya upside the head for bein' so damn restless." She huffed out a breath, and the anger faded the next moment as she smiled. "No, she ain't a centipede, thank the Lord. I guess some people lack imagination."
Remy stopped and came to drop down in the seat beside her heavily. The lollipop was shoved unceremoniously back into his mouth, even if he was still looking around suspiciously. "Ahned t'get lay..." was the statement around the lollipop. "Wi thsmok." He nodded for emphasis.
Her eyebrows lifted. "Well, don't look at me, I ain't allowed to have sex for six weeks. Can't ya call up ya lovers?"
Remy took the lollipop from his mouth with a shrug. "Flynn isn't... he's not been... oh fuck it. I've been the one who hasn't," he admitted, scowling as the truth came out.
Rogue's eyebrows stayed up as she looked at him. "Really?"
"Oui," Remy mumbled, shifting restlessly in the seat and becoming really intent on the half-eaten lollipop. "But Flynn doesn't want it either," he had to add to try and save face at least a little.
"And Maddy?" Rogue found herself asking. "Has she been trying to pressure either of you?"
Remy shook his head. "Non, she never does. But I really want it now! It's like my dick has taken all those months of not wanting it and now wants to make it up all at once." He sat back in the seat to put both feet up on the side of her bed. "I might break. Or get a hernia."
Rogue laughed. "Well, can't you ask her to take care of you? Or do you want to indulge in both of them? There's no harm in askin', sugar."
"I nearly did a nurse," Remy admitted, pulling his lips to the side. "Really nearly did a nurse." He held up the lollipop. "This was nearly foreplay."
Rogue frowned, but it wasn't like Remy was acting any differently. "Why didn't ya?"
"I don't know!" Remy cried, almost whining in response. The restless shuffling was back. "She had really nice tits, too."
Rogue's eyes went wide at his response, before a smirk that probably belonged on her husband's face curved her lips. "You want them, and them only. Your lovers, not the tits."
"Non, I really did want the tits," Remy corrected, getting huffy at the smirk. He shoved the lollipop into his mouth again, sucking on it distractedly for a few moments. "We're not exclusive," he finally said, as if it was the answer to everything.
"Yeah, but ya could be," Rogue pointed out, smirk still in place. "It wouldn't be the end of the world."
"I don't want to be," Remy told her and then frowned. "Why does everyone want me to change?"
Rogue opened her mouth to reply with an instant retort before she shut her mouth and rethought it. "Ya coulda fucked the nurse, but ya didn't. Ya sittin' here with me, suckin' on a lollipop when ya coulda been gettin' ya dick buried in a nurse. Maybe it ain't about sex for ya anymore, but sex with the people ya care about. It ain't me wantin' ya to change. I don't care if ya do, or ya don't, because you're still my best friend. And if ya don't wanna be exclusive, then don't. Just don't whine about not gettin' laid when you voluntarily walked away from the nearly foreplay and great tits."
Remy was actually contemplating getting up and finding the nurse. Or any nurse. Why did sex suddenly have to come with so many strings that he felt like he was tied up like a rack of lamb? Sex was sex. Why couldn't it just be that? "Maddy gets pissed off when I fuck other people. And then it creates a whole lot of shit and I don't want fucking complications."
"So go fuck Maddy," Rogue told him with an arch of her eyebrow. "Or tell Maddy that it's just part of having you. Just don't lie to her."
"I've told her," Remy murmured, looking at his feet. "I feel like she wants us all to be in a normal relationship situation like everyone around us, but we hardly are, are we? I'm a mutant, for one. I hurt people for a living. Two, we're in a threesome. Three, Flynn is a hooker. Four, Maddy used to be a stripper. Five, I like a lot of sex in a lot of different ways, just like some people like wine. I don't know how to do normal nor do I really think I want to."
Rogue rubbed her forehead as she tried to wrap her tired post-birth brain around it all. "Do you like it when she fucks other men? And is Flynn still going to be an escort even after what happened to him?"
"I don't care if she wants to," Remy insisted. "It's just sex! Sex is not what makes a relationship. It's not like I'm going out and cooking dinner for other chicks, or buying them gifts, or sitting with them when they don't feel well. It's sex. It's sticking my cock somewhere for an orgasm after which I walk away and don't look back. I like the female body, I like going to strip clubs, I like having orgies, I like being tied up and being licked all over, I like the thrill of nearly getting caught, I like how sex varies from country to country." He growled a little and shoved his hair off his face. "I don't know. He doesn't even like lying naked next to anyone right now."
Rogue let out a sigh. "I like most of that, but it's better with the Doc. I don't--this ain't me sayin' to get ya more pissed off, but I don't really get how ya have the time for all that, and to be with Maddy and Flynn. Don't ya think they wanna be havin' orgasms with ya? And bein' tied up and licked all over? Sex don't make a relationship but it is somethin' a couple does together. Or three people." Rogue gave him a sad look. "I'm sorry. It was a fucked up thing to happen to him."
Remy growled again in frustration and pushed his fingers through his hair. "Because I don't want to settle! You all do, I don't! I like being me! I like moving around! I like what I like! I'm not telling you all to fuck off and split up with who you love, am I? Because that's exactly like what you all want me to do, only the total opposite. How would you feel if I told you to stop fucking Chase?"
Rogue flinched at his tone, and pulled bed covers up around her as she sunk down. "I wasn't tryin' to tell ya to stop," she murmured. "I was just tryin' to help ya understand your own thoughts. I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. And I don't really get how ya have the time, so that was just me askin'. I wasn't judgin'."
"I'm not a totally bad person. This is just who I am. And they said they were alright with it. Now they never seem to be. It's hardly been ideal these last few months. But why can't it just be enough that I keep going back? I didn't care when Flynn was being a hooker, nor did I care when Maddy was flashing her tits at strangers. Because they wanted to do it. We all went into it knowing all that." Remy now slumped down in the seat with his arms hanging over the sides. "It was supposed to be easy or at least, none of us were supposed to be expected to change."
"I don't know, I ain't them," Rogue said softly. "But when I started seein' the Doc he didn't want exclusive. He didn't want committment, he didn't want anythin' but fun. People change... even if you don't."
"He wanted it all deep down, he was just scared to let it happen. He told me," Remy revealed, smirking at her. "Me? I don't want it. As much as I love your bebe, belle, I love even more that she's yours."
Rogue couldn't help but grin, the mention of her daughter instantly lighting up her eyes. "Do ya really love her? Tell me you're gonna always be there for her... I don't regret choosin' ya for her godfather one bit."
"Only when I'm not balls deep in some really nice tits," Remy joked, smirking up at her. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but whatever she needs, she'll have it."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,765