just_1_word | 25.6. Lethargic
25.6. Lethargic
Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS
A kiss with Rogue that lasted hell only knew how long and then a couple of hours training in the DR - Remy had felt like a new guy. The rain had hardly been noticed by either of them until the kiss broke and they realised they were both standing there, completely drenched from head to toe, and shivering. They made a hurried bolt back into the school and got frowned upon by one of the teachers for dripping water all over the foyer. They had to - reluctantly - part ways then to change into something dry for the training session and this was when Remy found himself back in the X-Men uniform and it felt odd, yet strangely right.
Later in the night, though, after he had retired to his bedroom and was watching some random old eighties movie on the TV, he realised he had one fuck of a headache again and it had nothing to do with Rogue draining him. His nose itched and he felt hot. He gave up on the movie and tried to get some sleep, but spent the night in a mess of overheating and shivering, pulling the covers on and then kicking them off again. It was morning now and 'shit' was the only way he could describe how he felt. He ached from head to toe, he had a cough that wouldn't let up and his nose wouldn't stop running. All in all, it was a horribly unattractive look, and he was pissed. He wasn't supposed to get sick! In fact, it was after spending a good fifteen minutes with his head in the toilet that Remy realised how unfair life was in general. He was feeling sorry for himself, so of course, that only led him to one place.
He was standing in the hall across from his room and outside Rogue's door in nothing but a pair of black track pants. He knocked on her door and then rested his forehead against the cool wall beside it. If he was going to be miserable, she was coming along for the ride.
There was a grunt from somewhere under Rogue's covers. She'd had just as shit a night, and she couldn't blame it on the kiss draining her, either. Luckily she hadn't had the vomiting yet. Just the aching, and the head that felt like it was simultaneously filled with lead, and doing its best impression of a roller coaster. She moaned loudly as she pushed the covers down and slid out of bed, and crawled along to the floor to the door. No one was in the room besides her, so she didn't care how ridiculous she looked. She used the doorknob to pull herself into a standing position, another moan as she protested the fact she was vertical.
"What?" she asked as she pulled open the door, eyes shut. She opened one to a slit to look at who was there, and saw Remy. "Oh... hey, sugar. Ya look like how I feel. Can we please continue this in bed?"
Remy just sort of grunted in response with a nod he immediately regretted. "L'oignon..." he moaned, shielding his eyes from the little light there was in the room. He felt his way over to her bed, not needing to be asked twice, and crawled into it, holding the covers back for her. "I'm dying," he declared roughly. Sore throat. That was another thing to add to the already increasing symptom base.
"Me too," Rogue agreed as she joined him. She was wearing one of her long nighties, so she didn't need to worry about her skin, even if she was careful to keep her hands to herself. She rest her head on the pillow near Remy's, pretty sure she couldn't catch what he had, when she probably had the same thing. "I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to open my eyes again. I'll be blind and untouchable."
"Me too," Remy agreed and tucked his hands around the edge of the pillow. "This isn't sexy, mon belle. I feel like something Hank scrapes out of a battle wound." He was starting to shiver again, so he edged closer to her in the bed and rested his head against her shoulder.
Rogue scrunched up her nose as she fought off a wave of nausea at the imagery. "Definitely not sexy. Very, very unsexy." She shifted so a hand rest on his covered thigh, the only part of him that was protected from her. "But it's kinda warmer with you here."
Remy nodded with a hum of agreement. He hadn't been able to get comfortable in his own bed but here it just felt better, even if he didn't. He snaked his arm around her waist for just a little bit more contact and finally found a spot that would do for the moment. His muscles and bones felt like they were on fire, just like his face did. He felt some sweat trickle down the back of his neck, even if he was still shivering. "You know, I don't get sick," he said pointlessly, his ego trying to kick in beyond the achiness. "Ever."
"'Course not. You're just dyin'. This ain't bein' sick..." Rogue said as she tried to console him. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her dry lips and she smiled to herself. "You taste like cigarettes, and apples, and chili." Rogue thought being sick alone was always better, she rarely let anyone near her when she was ill, but this? This kind of made that theory redundant. Because if she was sick, then she definitely wanted to be cuddled up with Remy. Maybe it wasn't fair he was sick too, but she definitely wasn't going to turn down sharing her bed. "You should stay... should stay 'til we're not dyin'. Then maybe stay some more just to be sure."
"Was kinda being sick, though," Remy revealed from against her shoulder. If he stayed in this spot and didn't move so much, he could almost pretend he wasn't dying a horrible death. Why did her bed feel more comfortable than his? He made a mental note to bitch to Storm about his mattress. He covered his mouth as he broke into a fit of rough coughing and then settled right back in the same spot again. "People are going to wonder where we are."
"People can fuck off," Rogue replied as she turned her head to sneeze loudly. "Not like we're hiding. We're just keeping our germs to ourselves." For some reason the idea of Logan trying to heal her to get her out of bed with Remy popped into her head, and Rogue laughed until it turned into coughing, and she groaned. "Merde. Shoulda got me before. Woulda came and slumped down in the bathroom with ya."
Remy scrunched his nose up and opened his eyes a little to look at her. "I didn't really want you to see me like that," he admitted. "Kinda taints my sex appeal."
Rogue snorted, and let out a huff that was a safer version of laughter and wouldn't end in a coughing fit. "Ya can still be sexy after I've seen that. I ain't exactly sexy right now, and I don't care. You're just gonna have to take the bad with the good."
"Oh, tough call, cherie. You're asking me to admit I'm weak," Remy said with a smirk. There was one thing hurling your guts up in your bathroom alone and saving face before you appeared again, but to drop the mask and let someone actually take care of him? It really was a tough call and he had only been half joking in his comment. Despite his declarations that he never got sick, it wasn't accurate. He did, just rarely, and when he did, he withdrew and hibernated until it passed. The fact he even showed up on Rogue's doorstep was nothing short of a miracle.
"Why am I allowed to be weak in front of you?" Rogue asked him curiously. "If ya can't let yourself be weak, why would ya wanna put up with someone else when they're weak?"
Remy's stomach was churning again, so the whole conversation could well be defunct at some point. But still, he searched her eyes tiredly for a few moments and rubbed at his itchy nose. "Because that's just different," he said, probably unhelpfully. "The only way I survive is not being weak."
Rogue shifted so she could use the sheet to cover her hand and cupped his face. "You could never be weak in my eyes, Remy. Don't ya know that by now? I don't think any less of ya bein' like this. I'm just glad ya here in my bed, and ya here with me."
"I don't think Logan would've appreciated me crawling into his bed," Remy said with a smirk. He groaned a little, burrowing further under the covers. "See, this is what happens when you live in close vicinity of kids with their fingers up their noses. It ruins my image. But... if I have to be like this with anyone, I'm glad it's you, amour."
Rogue smiled as she kissed the top of his head before she resuming her previous position. "Maybe it's less to do with the kids and more to do with the epic kiss in the pourin' rain. Sooner, or later, I'll get to kiss ya with no headaches or bein' sick comin' after it."
"Well, there is that," Remy agreed and half rolled onto his back when he started to overheat again. "See, in the movies when people kiss in the rain, they never show the hacking coughs or vomiting that follows. That really wouldn't make for much of a scene in a cheesy romantic comedy. But now we just know how the story really ends after the credits roll. In a big ball of sweaty snot." He turned his head against the pillow so he could look at her again. "I wouldn't take it back, though."
"Me either," Rogue she managed to hold his gaze for a small moment before she felt them slip closed. "True love is kissin' in the rain, and stickin' around for the big ball of sweaty snot, hackin' coughs and vomitin'."
Remy smirked just a little and then turned to look up at the ceiling. "So, you love me today? Maybe I should've tried this vomiting thing years ago," he mused.
"I love you everyday," Rogue murmured, oblivious to her admission as her head started to pound and she moaned and pouted, bringing her hand up to press againt her forehead.
Remy pointed lethargically. "You said you didn't the other day."
"Huh?" Rogue frowned as she rolled onto her back and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. What Remy was trying to argue about took a little while to process. "No, no. I said I didn't because if I did, then ya would freak out and leave again, and never kiss me or stay, or want me because ya don't do love."
"When did I ever say I don't do love?" Remy asked in amusement. "In essence, just because I don't do it doesn't mean I won't." Then he frowned a little. "Everything you just said made my head hurt, too. You need to draw pictures so my snot-filled brain can keep--" He cut himself off with an abrupt sneeze.
"I don't know! You make my head hurt more." She pulled her sleeve down over her hand and wiped his nose before she rolled back over to face him. "So do ya do love?"
Remy was silent at first, groggy in the haze of the sneezing attack. He looked over to her nightstand in search of a Kleenex and when he finally did speak, he sounded nasally and choked. "Oui, cherie. Of course I do. I would be a freak if I didn't," he said, having to sit up when he started coughing again. If he was going to die, he didn't want it to be drowning in his own mucus.
"You ain't a freak." Rogue sat up as well, and moved her pillow to place it on Remy so she could rest against him. "I just didn't... I didn't want ya thinkin' ya owed me anythin', or had to feel obligated to love me back."
Remy leaned over and dragged the box of Kleenex into his lap. He wiped at his nose as he tried to get his breath back from the coughing. "Some things just can't be denied, belle," he told her. "Those things aren't an obligation."
"Does that mean ya love me?" Rogue asked quietly, her brown eyes watching him closely. Even through the fog in her head, she realised this was an important moment.
"How could I not, amour?" Remy said with a small smile. "You've been an important part of my life for a very long time."
"Oh..." Rogue fell quiet, and breathed through her mouth. Her nose was too blocked up for her to comfortably breathe through her nose. She settled back down beside him and closed her eyes again. "Definitely need to kiss ya again when we're better."
Remy wiped his sore nose again and looked down at her. "Not the answer you wanted?"
"No, no. It is. It's good answer," Rogue murmured as she looked up at him. "It's a really good answer. I wouldn't wanna kiss ya if it wasn't." Of course her head, however filled with lead, was still trying to convince her there was a difference between loving her, and being in love with her. But it made her head hurt worse, so she just shifted to sink back down into her bed, and pulled the covers up.
But Remy pushed the covers off him, piling them all on top of her when he started to sweat heavily again. He nudged at them with his knee to make sure they were completely off him and then huffed out a sigh of frustration. He slung his elbow over his eyes and continued to wriggle restlessly in the bed. "That's good, because I wasn't sure what other answer to try," he murmured. "It all ended with how much I want to shove Ice Knob's head up his own arse."
Rogue had second thoughts about curling up and the bed covers wound up on the floor as she kicked them off the side of the bed and was left just with Remy. Her long hair was a tangled mess, and she pushed it back off her face as she looked at him. When he started to move again she grabbed at his pant leg and held it firmly, trying to keep him still. "Ya don't have to try anythin'. Just tell me the truth. That's all I ever wanted. It's all I will ever want. I don't want ya to lie to me. Don't ever do what he did. Please."
Remy rolled onto his side to look at her, but it wasn't comfortable and he continued on in a full three-sixty roll, ending up much the same place he started, only now his head was planted in the general vicinity of her breasts. That was enough to still him for the moment. "It was the truth, mon amour," he assured her. "I only lie to people I don't give a fuck about."
Rogue wasn't exactly minding if he was enjoying the view, so she stayed where she was. "Good. That'll make our self enforced quarantine easier."
"I lied," Remy said a few moments later. "I'm not really dying. Only just half dying."
"Lean a bit closer and I'll see what I can do about suffocatin' ya to get ya all the way to dyin'," Rogue replied as she managed a crooked smile.
Remy smirked. "What's that? Foreplay, snot-style?" he asked with a snort.
"Kinda. Good thing I'm sick otherwise I might worry 'bout ya gettin' snot on my boobs." Rogue brought her hands up to her chest, keeping her sleeves over them so her skin wasn't showing as much. "I'd kiss ya if I could breathe, but I can't. We'll just have to sneeze on each other, and fall asleep."
Remy flopped onto his back again and scratched his bare stomach. "Probably best to wait. I can't decide if I'm going to throw up again or not. It's kind of like wondering whether I should blow someone up or not, only that's easier to tell," he said, frowning as even that train of though drilled into his aching temple. "Fuck, my nose itches. I can see why some of the kids like to shove their fingers up there sometimes."
Rogue nudged his leg with her foot as she let her eyes slipped closed again. It was only going to be for a moment... just a long, nice, peaceful moment. "That's because they ain't old enough to have a beautiful girl like me to share a bed with instead."
Remy went to answer with a gesture of his hand, but he didn't get to the point of coming out with it. Instead, he shot up off the bed in a desperate scramble. "I'm gonna throw up!" he declared and bolted for the door of Rogue's room. Okay, so maybe he still wanted to hole up in the safety of his own bathroom. Sooner or later he would get his relationship finger out, right?
Part of Remy & Rogue's verse: luxure
Word Count | 2,911
Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS
A kiss with Rogue that lasted hell only knew how long and then a couple of hours training in the DR - Remy had felt like a new guy. The rain had hardly been noticed by either of them until the kiss broke and they realised they were both standing there, completely drenched from head to toe, and shivering. They made a hurried bolt back into the school and got frowned upon by one of the teachers for dripping water all over the foyer. They had to - reluctantly - part ways then to change into something dry for the training session and this was when Remy found himself back in the X-Men uniform and it felt odd, yet strangely right.
Later in the night, though, after he had retired to his bedroom and was watching some random old eighties movie on the TV, he realised he had one fuck of a headache again and it had nothing to do with Rogue draining him. His nose itched and he felt hot. He gave up on the movie and tried to get some sleep, but spent the night in a mess of overheating and shivering, pulling the covers on and then kicking them off again. It was morning now and 'shit' was the only way he could describe how he felt. He ached from head to toe, he had a cough that wouldn't let up and his nose wouldn't stop running. All in all, it was a horribly unattractive look, and he was pissed. He wasn't supposed to get sick! In fact, it was after spending a good fifteen minutes with his head in the toilet that Remy realised how unfair life was in general. He was feeling sorry for himself, so of course, that only led him to one place.
He was standing in the hall across from his room and outside Rogue's door in nothing but a pair of black track pants. He knocked on her door and then rested his forehead against the cool wall beside it. If he was going to be miserable, she was coming along for the ride.
There was a grunt from somewhere under Rogue's covers. She'd had just as shit a night, and she couldn't blame it on the kiss draining her, either. Luckily she hadn't had the vomiting yet. Just the aching, and the head that felt like it was simultaneously filled with lead, and doing its best impression of a roller coaster. She moaned loudly as she pushed the covers down and slid out of bed, and crawled along to the floor to the door. No one was in the room besides her, so she didn't care how ridiculous she looked. She used the doorknob to pull herself into a standing position, another moan as she protested the fact she was vertical.
"What?" she asked as she pulled open the door, eyes shut. She opened one to a slit to look at who was there, and saw Remy. "Oh... hey, sugar. Ya look like how I feel. Can we please continue this in bed?"
Remy just sort of grunted in response with a nod he immediately regretted. "L'oignon..." he moaned, shielding his eyes from the little light there was in the room. He felt his way over to her bed, not needing to be asked twice, and crawled into it, holding the covers back for her. "I'm dying," he declared roughly. Sore throat. That was another thing to add to the already increasing symptom base.
"Me too," Rogue agreed as she joined him. She was wearing one of her long nighties, so she didn't need to worry about her skin, even if she was careful to keep her hands to herself. She rest her head on the pillow near Remy's, pretty sure she couldn't catch what he had, when she probably had the same thing. "I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to open my eyes again. I'll be blind and untouchable."
"Me too," Remy agreed and tucked his hands around the edge of the pillow. "This isn't sexy, mon belle. I feel like something Hank scrapes out of a battle wound." He was starting to shiver again, so he edged closer to her in the bed and rested his head against her shoulder.
Rogue scrunched up her nose as she fought off a wave of nausea at the imagery. "Definitely not sexy. Very, very unsexy." She shifted so a hand rest on his covered thigh, the only part of him that was protected from her. "But it's kinda warmer with you here."
Remy nodded with a hum of agreement. He hadn't been able to get comfortable in his own bed but here it just felt better, even if he didn't. He snaked his arm around her waist for just a little bit more contact and finally found a spot that would do for the moment. His muscles and bones felt like they were on fire, just like his face did. He felt some sweat trickle down the back of his neck, even if he was still shivering. "You know, I don't get sick," he said pointlessly, his ego trying to kick in beyond the achiness. "Ever."
"'Course not. You're just dyin'. This ain't bein' sick..." Rogue said as she tried to console him. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her dry lips and she smiled to herself. "You taste like cigarettes, and apples, and chili." Rogue thought being sick alone was always better, she rarely let anyone near her when she was ill, but this? This kind of made that theory redundant. Because if she was sick, then she definitely wanted to be cuddled up with Remy. Maybe it wasn't fair he was sick too, but she definitely wasn't going to turn down sharing her bed. "You should stay... should stay 'til we're not dyin'. Then maybe stay some more just to be sure."
"Was kinda being sick, though," Remy revealed from against her shoulder. If he stayed in this spot and didn't move so much, he could almost pretend he wasn't dying a horrible death. Why did her bed feel more comfortable than his? He made a mental note to bitch to Storm about his mattress. He covered his mouth as he broke into a fit of rough coughing and then settled right back in the same spot again. "People are going to wonder where we are."
"People can fuck off," Rogue replied as she turned her head to sneeze loudly. "Not like we're hiding. We're just keeping our germs to ourselves." For some reason the idea of Logan trying to heal her to get her out of bed with Remy popped into her head, and Rogue laughed until it turned into coughing, and she groaned. "Merde. Shoulda got me before. Woulda came and slumped down in the bathroom with ya."
Remy scrunched his nose up and opened his eyes a little to look at her. "I didn't really want you to see me like that," he admitted. "Kinda taints my sex appeal."
Rogue snorted, and let out a huff that was a safer version of laughter and wouldn't end in a coughing fit. "Ya can still be sexy after I've seen that. I ain't exactly sexy right now, and I don't care. You're just gonna have to take the bad with the good."
"Oh, tough call, cherie. You're asking me to admit I'm weak," Remy said with a smirk. There was one thing hurling your guts up in your bathroom alone and saving face before you appeared again, but to drop the mask and let someone actually take care of him? It really was a tough call and he had only been half joking in his comment. Despite his declarations that he never got sick, it wasn't accurate. He did, just rarely, and when he did, he withdrew and hibernated until it passed. The fact he even showed up on Rogue's doorstep was nothing short of a miracle.
"Why am I allowed to be weak in front of you?" Rogue asked him curiously. "If ya can't let yourself be weak, why would ya wanna put up with someone else when they're weak?"
Remy's stomach was churning again, so the whole conversation could well be defunct at some point. But still, he searched her eyes tiredly for a few moments and rubbed at his itchy nose. "Because that's just different," he said, probably unhelpfully. "The only way I survive is not being weak."
Rogue shifted so she could use the sheet to cover her hand and cupped his face. "You could never be weak in my eyes, Remy. Don't ya know that by now? I don't think any less of ya bein' like this. I'm just glad ya here in my bed, and ya here with me."
"I don't think Logan would've appreciated me crawling into his bed," Remy said with a smirk. He groaned a little, burrowing further under the covers. "See, this is what happens when you live in close vicinity of kids with their fingers up their noses. It ruins my image. But... if I have to be like this with anyone, I'm glad it's you, amour."
Rogue smiled as she kissed the top of his head before she resuming her previous position. "Maybe it's less to do with the kids and more to do with the epic kiss in the pourin' rain. Sooner, or later, I'll get to kiss ya with no headaches or bein' sick comin' after it."
"Well, there is that," Remy agreed and half rolled onto his back when he started to overheat again. "See, in the movies when people kiss in the rain, they never show the hacking coughs or vomiting that follows. That really wouldn't make for much of a scene in a cheesy romantic comedy. But now we just know how the story really ends after the credits roll. In a big ball of sweaty snot." He turned his head against the pillow so he could look at her again. "I wouldn't take it back, though."
"Me either," Rogue she managed to hold his gaze for a small moment before she felt them slip closed. "True love is kissin' in the rain, and stickin' around for the big ball of sweaty snot, hackin' coughs and vomitin'."
Remy smirked just a little and then turned to look up at the ceiling. "So, you love me today? Maybe I should've tried this vomiting thing years ago," he mused.
"I love you everyday," Rogue murmured, oblivious to her admission as her head started to pound and she moaned and pouted, bringing her hand up to press againt her forehead.
Remy pointed lethargically. "You said you didn't the other day."
"Huh?" Rogue frowned as she rolled onto her back and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. What Remy was trying to argue about took a little while to process. "No, no. I said I didn't because if I did, then ya would freak out and leave again, and never kiss me or stay, or want me because ya don't do love."
"When did I ever say I don't do love?" Remy asked in amusement. "In essence, just because I don't do it doesn't mean I won't." Then he frowned a little. "Everything you just said made my head hurt, too. You need to draw pictures so my snot-filled brain can keep--" He cut himself off with an abrupt sneeze.
"I don't know! You make my head hurt more." She pulled her sleeve down over her hand and wiped his nose before she rolled back over to face him. "So do ya do love?"
Remy was silent at first, groggy in the haze of the sneezing attack. He looked over to her nightstand in search of a Kleenex and when he finally did speak, he sounded nasally and choked. "Oui, cherie. Of course I do. I would be a freak if I didn't," he said, having to sit up when he started coughing again. If he was going to die, he didn't want it to be drowning in his own mucus.
"You ain't a freak." Rogue sat up as well, and moved her pillow to place it on Remy so she could rest against him. "I just didn't... I didn't want ya thinkin' ya owed me anythin', or had to feel obligated to love me back."
Remy leaned over and dragged the box of Kleenex into his lap. He wiped at his nose as he tried to get his breath back from the coughing. "Some things just can't be denied, belle," he told her. "Those things aren't an obligation."
"Does that mean ya love me?" Rogue asked quietly, her brown eyes watching him closely. Even through the fog in her head, she realised this was an important moment.
"How could I not, amour?" Remy said with a small smile. "You've been an important part of my life for a very long time."
"Oh..." Rogue fell quiet, and breathed through her mouth. Her nose was too blocked up for her to comfortably breathe through her nose. She settled back down beside him and closed her eyes again. "Definitely need to kiss ya again when we're better."
Remy wiped his sore nose again and looked down at her. "Not the answer you wanted?"
"No, no. It is. It's good answer," Rogue murmured as she looked up at him. "It's a really good answer. I wouldn't wanna kiss ya if it wasn't." Of course her head, however filled with lead, was still trying to convince her there was a difference between loving her, and being in love with her. But it made her head hurt worse, so she just shifted to sink back down into her bed, and pulled the covers up.
But Remy pushed the covers off him, piling them all on top of her when he started to sweat heavily again. He nudged at them with his knee to make sure they were completely off him and then huffed out a sigh of frustration. He slung his elbow over his eyes and continued to wriggle restlessly in the bed. "That's good, because I wasn't sure what other answer to try," he murmured. "It all ended with how much I want to shove Ice Knob's head up his own arse."
Rogue had second thoughts about curling up and the bed covers wound up on the floor as she kicked them off the side of the bed and was left just with Remy. Her long hair was a tangled mess, and she pushed it back off her face as she looked at him. When he started to move again she grabbed at his pant leg and held it firmly, trying to keep him still. "Ya don't have to try anythin'. Just tell me the truth. That's all I ever wanted. It's all I will ever want. I don't want ya to lie to me. Don't ever do what he did. Please."
Remy rolled onto his side to look at her, but it wasn't comfortable and he continued on in a full three-sixty roll, ending up much the same place he started, only now his head was planted in the general vicinity of her breasts. That was enough to still him for the moment. "It was the truth, mon amour," he assured her. "I only lie to people I don't give a fuck about."
Rogue wasn't exactly minding if he was enjoying the view, so she stayed where she was. "Good. That'll make our self enforced quarantine easier."
"I lied," Remy said a few moments later. "I'm not really dying. Only just half dying."
"Lean a bit closer and I'll see what I can do about suffocatin' ya to get ya all the way to dyin'," Rogue replied as she managed a crooked smile.
Remy smirked. "What's that? Foreplay, snot-style?" he asked with a snort.
"Kinda. Good thing I'm sick otherwise I might worry 'bout ya gettin' snot on my boobs." Rogue brought her hands up to her chest, keeping her sleeves over them so her skin wasn't showing as much. "I'd kiss ya if I could breathe, but I can't. We'll just have to sneeze on each other, and fall asleep."
Remy flopped onto his back again and scratched his bare stomach. "Probably best to wait. I can't decide if I'm going to throw up again or not. It's kind of like wondering whether I should blow someone up or not, only that's easier to tell," he said, frowning as even that train of though drilled into his aching temple. "Fuck, my nose itches. I can see why some of the kids like to shove their fingers up there sometimes."
Rogue nudged his leg with her foot as she let her eyes slipped closed again. It was only going to be for a moment... just a long, nice, peaceful moment. "That's because they ain't old enough to have a beautiful girl like me to share a bed with instead."
Remy went to answer with a gesture of his hand, but he didn't get to the point of coming out with it. Instead, he shot up off the bed in a desperate scramble. "I'm gonna throw up!" he declared and bolted for the door of Rogue's room. Okay, so maybe he still wanted to hole up in the safety of his own bathroom. Sooner or later he would get his relationship finger out, right?
Part of Remy & Rogue's verse: luxure
Word Count | 2,911