just_muse_me | 17.1.6. Norman Vincent Peale quote
17.1.6. “Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.” - Norman Vincent Peale
Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS
Remy actually couldn't quite believe how sick the flu was making him feel. He hadn't been lying when he told Rogue that he rarely got sick. It seemed that his suspicions were correct, however. Xavier's was a petri dish full of little organisms breeding diseases like flu and things that made one vomit extensively. He despised vomiting. It made him feel weak and like he lacked a control over his body. As soon as he was able to drag himself away from the toilet without his body wanting to explode with various bodily fluids at random intervals, Remy was back down in the medical clinic with Hank.
Somewhere between forcefully ejecting all contents of his stomach and feeling like he had been shoved in a furnace of lava, Remy knew that Rogue was feeling much the same as he was and that was worse than knowing he felt like crap. He wanted to help her someway, the only problem was he was about as adept at nursing as he was at growing boobs. Hank was able to help and then when Storm came in, she suggested some other things which left Remy thinking she was talking another language. What the hell was Echinacea and viper rub? He didn't want to rub Rogue with a damn snake! Not that sort of snake, anyway...
It was a lengthy process, to say the least. His own flu was making him lightheaded and woozy, but the determination won out. He filched this basket thing from one of the classrooms and, after getting rid of the nauseating purple and yellow bow, dumped everything he acquired into it. If anyone asked why Gambit was stalking (okay, it was more kind of shuffling woozily) through the halls of Xavier's with a basket, he would take them out with a super-charged throat lozenge. Being sick made him cranky, so most just avoided him anyway. He now had the basket awkwardly hung over his arm and this flowery teapot (another strong suggestion from Storm) with two cups on a tray in his hands. But the tea inside smelt... well, it just smelt vile and Remy was almost gagging as he approached Rogue's door. It was only then he realised he had no hand to knock, so he stuck his nose against the door. "HEY! I NEED A HAND HERE, AMOUR!" he called through the door and kind of kneed it in lieu of knocking. But then he got caught by a wave of sneezes and only just managed to not spill the tea all over himself.
Rogue had fallen asleep after she'd spent a good twenty minutes working out if Remy running off to vomit had been because of the D&M they'd had, or because of the flu they shared. Either way, she probably couldn't blame him. She knew it would have been huge for him to have stayed through the talk, and that just made her think that maybe he'd stayed because he hadn't had the energy to run. Not until his insides decided to crawl up through his mouth. Her sleep had been fitful at best, Rogue waking up at various point to pick up the covers to pull them back onto the bed, or to go to the toilet. Unlike Remy, Rogue's body was deciding to make her pee every five minutes like clockwork. At one point she'd considered just staying sat on the toilet and resting her head on top of the toilet paper to see if she could sleep that way.
Remy's voice startled her out of her current attempt at a nap, and she dragged herself to the door to pull it open. The sight she was greeted with had her staring at him wide eyed before she coughed, and tried to take the tea pot off him at least. "Sugar, what is all this?"
"There's Kleenex in there somewhere. I need some before I cover everything with snot," Remy warned and gratefully relinquished the tray with the tea. "It's..." he began, analysing the basket, "a bunch of things because you feel like crap, mon belle," he explained right before another sneeze, which he managed to shield by slapping his hand over his mouth and nose. "Merde."
"Hang on, mon amour," Rogue murmured as she set the tea tray down on her dresser so she could get her hands into the basket for the Kleenex and wipe Remy's nose for him. She looked at him, then at her hand holding the tissue to his nose and just started laughing. "We make quite a pair, huh?"
Remy just blinked at her and then smirked. "You just wiped my nose. There's no going back now," he warned her. He dragged the basket over and up-ended it all onto her bed. He sat down beside the pile and took a moment to rub his hands over his face and eyes. He picked up a bottle of Vitamin C and a candle, giving it a sniff but he couldn't really smell anything. "How do they get honey and lemon into a ball of wax?" he asked her.
Rogue pulled on a pair of gloves now that she was standing and picked up a green cardigan to pull it on as she sat down beside him, and looked at the basket. "Ya did all this for me? Remy, this is... it's really sweet," she said with a smile. She picked up the bottle of Echinacea and smiled even more. As shit as he was feeling, the Cajun had still managed to put this together for her. "I don't know, guess they kinda melt it all down. Candles ain't solid when they get made."
Remy shrugged a little. "I stole a lot of it," he told her with a smirk. "I don't even know what most of it does. Actually, I think the only thing in there I know how to use are the drugs and the Kleenex, though generally I don't use either in this sort of scenario. I just assumed you would know where most of it needs to go, be inserted, rubbed, inhaled, swallowed, et cetera," he murmured with a wave of his fingers and wiped at his nose again. "Something in there has to help you."
"What about you, don't ya wanna be helped?" Rogue asked as she shifted the basket onto her lap so she could sit next to Remy properly and lean against him. "I have a sudden urge to give each other massages with the vapor rub. Might help us breathe better... Ya got ya lighter?" she asked as she nodded at the candle. "So ya stole for me, and brought me tea, and kissed me in the rain, and survived my skin. Why, Remy LeBeau, I do believe you're meant for me."
"I'm beyond help, I think," Remy said and flopped back onto her bed. He frowned and shook his head. "Non, I think there are snakes in that, amour. How is that going to help the breathing?" He took his lighter out of the pocket of his pyjama pants and held it out for her. "Just think what I could be capable of when I'm not dying," he sniggered.
"I think my body would be burnin' up for entirely different reasons," Rogue replied as she snorted, trying to stop her nose from running. She took the lighter from Remy, trembling hands making it almost impossible for her to get the flame to the candle wick. When it was lit she set the candle down next to the bed and watched it quietly, her eyes becoming unfocused for a moment. "What are ya talkin' 'bout snakes for? There ain't snakes in vapor rub. You're gettin' it confused with vipers, I think. I don't wanna rub snakes on ya. When you're feelin' better, I might just rub ya snake though." She looked at him, brown eyes sparkling mischievously for a moment before it was gone as she broke into a coughing fit.
Remy rubbed his hand across his stomach, which was still a little sore. He gave a snort of a laugh and turned to look at her. "You have a dirty mind, cherie," he told her with a wicked smirk, conveniently failing to mention that his train of thought had been almost identical to hers a short while ago. "So, if it's not snakes, what is it? You aren't going to shove it up my nose, are you?"
Rogue shook her head as she got up to turn the main light off and leave them bathed in candlelight. "No, sugar. I ain't gonna shove it up ya nose. It's... well, it's vapor rub. It's like eucalyptus and stuff." She settled on the bed beside him and unscrewed the lid. A hint of the strong scent managed to break through her congested sinuses, but she went back to breathing through her mouth a moment later, unable to get enough oxygen through her nose. Without even thinking about it, Rogue dipped her gloved fingers into the jar and scooped out a little bit to rub onto Remy's chest.
Remy looked down at Rogue's fingers on his chest. His breathing was rough and congested but he could smell the hint of the aroma of what she was rubbing there. He coughed a little as his nose and throat got used to the vapours, realising this was probably the first time anyone had even remotely taken care of him when he was ill. It was nice. Not that he would let anyone else but Rogue do it. He didn't really trust anyone else as much as he did her. His eyes shifted to her face bathed in the candlelight and inevitably - no matter how shit he was feeling - his body started to react to the soft touches. "It's nice, cherie," he told her quietly, wetting his dry lips.
Rogue smiled and rubbed a little more on his chest before she leaned down to kiss his forehead lightly, giving him a clear view down her nightgown. "I'd ask ya if ya wanted to rub some on my chest, but I don't feel like killin' ya with my boobs today. You're just gonna have to watch instead." If she noticed his reaction to her, she didn't seem to mind. Her own body was reacting to seeing him in her bed, and feeling his hot skin under her gloves. "Remy?"
Remy cleared his throat. "Hmm?" he murmured, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. He shifted a little against the covers to draw his knee up, foot resting on the end of her bed.
Rogue pulled down her nightie enough to get some of the vapor rub on her chest, and sighed quietly in relief. "I ain't slept with anyone. So... if we are doin' the relationship thing, or the datin' thing, or any kinda thing... you're gonna be my first. Just figured ya should know."
Remy nodded. "Logan slightly alluded to me that might be, cherie." He trailed his finger across the edge of her gloved hand. "Are you sure you want me to be your first?"
Rogue arched an eyebrow. "You and Logan were talkin' about my virginity? Should I be concerned?" She looked at him, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. Who else is there gonna be?"
"It wasn't like that, amour. It was more a passing warning. You know Logan. He wasn't going to give me the job back without reminding me who was boss and blah blah. He said something and I made the assumption. Nothing more. I wasn't going to think much on it until you told me yourself." Remy looked around in the pile for the throat lozenges and read the box to see what flavour they were. "Do you want it just because you want to lose your virginity or you want it because you think I'm the right choice?" he asked.
"Because you're the right choice," Rogue answered immediately. She didn't even need to think about it. "If I just wanted to lose my virginity I woulda picked some random guy, or Bobby, years ago."
Remy gave the lozenge he had wrestled from the box a tentative lick with the tip of his tongue. If it tasted like shit, there was no way he was putting it in his mouth. "Thank god you didn't pick him. You would've wanted to lock your vagina away for posterity after an horrific experience like that," he said with a small sneer. But it didn't last long and he was watching her seriously, the lozenge still between his fingers. "I won't do anything unless you're ready, belle," he told her.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna explode if we don't do more than kiss. Even if we've only kissed about three times since ya came back..." Rogue stretched out beside him, her covered arm draped over his torso as she rest her head on the pillow next to him. "I ain't sayin' I want ya to do anythin' right away, but ya do have a green light. And please don't make me think about sex with Bobby. I already walked in on him and Kitty once."
Remy's whole body shuddered right then and it had nothing to do with his fever. He touched his lips with a heavy swallow. "I nearly threw up again," he said, nose scrunching up at just the thought. "How did you not gouge your eyeballs out with the nearest sharp object?" He shook his head a little. "You know it might not be how you expect, right? First few times never really are, cherie."
"I went and had a hot shower, thought about ya, and it all went away," Rogue said with a soft smirk. "You make everythin' go away... And I know, but I can't have better times 'til I have a first time, can I?"
"Non, that is generally how it goes." He stuck his fingers under the elastic of his pants to scratch his hip absentmindedly. It was a massive thing Rogue was asking him here and he wasn't entirely sure why she wanted someone like him. But he was also glad she did. He would take care of her where if it was any other guy, he might be forced to kill them if they treated her wrong and he would do it with a smile on his face. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly, turning his head so he could see her eyes again.
Rogue met his gaze, and smiled. "Yeah, I am. I got ya back, sugar. I don't think there's anythin' else I need to be ready. Well, maybe just thinkin' about the how. Not like I'm just any girl, is it? I can't do hot and sweaty and naked like anyone else. Are ya really sure ya wanna be with me? You could have anyone, Remy. Someone ya don't need to be protected against like Betsy."
"I don't do anything I don't want to do, cherie," Remy assured her with a small smile. "Or anyone." He searched her eyes for a moment and then laughed in realisation. "I forgot you drained my thoughts and memories too. Besty and I just have an agreement. Nothing more. And for the record, I don't see any of what we do as me protecting myself from you."
"You've been a very naughty boy, even if you did agree on it," Rogue chastised teasingly. "And the reason ya think that is why you're the right choice, sugar. And why I care about ya so much. Ya balance me out. Ya don't make me feel so lonely."
Remy smirked. "Depends on your definition of naughty, amour... I happen to think I've been very, very good," he said and put the lozenge on his tongue, waving it at her a little before it disappeared in his mouth. He sucked on it for a moment and folded his hands across his stomach. "I hope I can make it everything you anticipate, mon belle."
Rogue giggled as she watched the little tongue wiggle. "Yeah, I bet ya do." She covered his hands with one of hers. "I know ya do, but it's okay. I swear I ain't really expectin' much. I didn't ever think I'd have sex in the first place."
Remy shook his head. "You're breaking my heart, cherie," he murmured. "Everyone should experience physical pleasure."
"I only can when there's layers involved. No one should willingly want layers, not when they can have someone that can touch." She shrugged as she rolled over to face away from him, worried she was about to cry in front of him.
"But with layers, you can," Remy reminded her and rested his cheek against her back. "Some people can't, cherie. Some people are too ill or injured. It's only a disability if you make it one. You can make it not be."
Her body shook as she tried to cry silently. "You and Logan are the only ones that make me feel normal. It doesn't feel like a disability when I'm with ya. Outside these walls it's different."
"Fuck them. Fuck them all," Remy said in a soft growl. His arms enclosed around her and he hugged her from behind. "Anyone who doesn't make you feel normal, belle can go fuck themselves. They don't matter."
Rogue wiped at her eyes, and sniffed quietly. Or tried to, but her nose was still blocked, and the crying was making it even harder to breathe. She struggled to get her breathing back to normal and let out a huff. "I'm just glad ya back."
"I'm not going anywhere, mon amour," Remy promised.
Part of Remy & Rogue's verse: luxure
Word Count | 2,953
Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS
Remy actually couldn't quite believe how sick the flu was making him feel. He hadn't been lying when he told Rogue that he rarely got sick. It seemed that his suspicions were correct, however. Xavier's was a petri dish full of little organisms breeding diseases like flu and things that made one vomit extensively. He despised vomiting. It made him feel weak and like he lacked a control over his body. As soon as he was able to drag himself away from the toilet without his body wanting to explode with various bodily fluids at random intervals, Remy was back down in the medical clinic with Hank.
Somewhere between forcefully ejecting all contents of his stomach and feeling like he had been shoved in a furnace of lava, Remy knew that Rogue was feeling much the same as he was and that was worse than knowing he felt like crap. He wanted to help her someway, the only problem was he was about as adept at nursing as he was at growing boobs. Hank was able to help and then when Storm came in, she suggested some other things which left Remy thinking she was talking another language. What the hell was Echinacea and viper rub? He didn't want to rub Rogue with a damn snake! Not that sort of snake, anyway...
It was a lengthy process, to say the least. His own flu was making him lightheaded and woozy, but the determination won out. He filched this basket thing from one of the classrooms and, after getting rid of the nauseating purple and yellow bow, dumped everything he acquired into it. If anyone asked why Gambit was stalking (okay, it was more kind of shuffling woozily) through the halls of Xavier's with a basket, he would take them out with a super-charged throat lozenge. Being sick made him cranky, so most just avoided him anyway. He now had the basket awkwardly hung over his arm and this flowery teapot (another strong suggestion from Storm) with two cups on a tray in his hands. But the tea inside smelt... well, it just smelt vile and Remy was almost gagging as he approached Rogue's door. It was only then he realised he had no hand to knock, so he stuck his nose against the door. "HEY! I NEED A HAND HERE, AMOUR!" he called through the door and kind of kneed it in lieu of knocking. But then he got caught by a wave of sneezes and only just managed to not spill the tea all over himself.
Rogue had fallen asleep after she'd spent a good twenty minutes working out if Remy running off to vomit had been because of the D&M they'd had, or because of the flu they shared. Either way, she probably couldn't blame him. She knew it would have been huge for him to have stayed through the talk, and that just made her think that maybe he'd stayed because he hadn't had the energy to run. Not until his insides decided to crawl up through his mouth. Her sleep had been fitful at best, Rogue waking up at various point to pick up the covers to pull them back onto the bed, or to go to the toilet. Unlike Remy, Rogue's body was deciding to make her pee every five minutes like clockwork. At one point she'd considered just staying sat on the toilet and resting her head on top of the toilet paper to see if she could sleep that way.
Remy's voice startled her out of her current attempt at a nap, and she dragged herself to the door to pull it open. The sight she was greeted with had her staring at him wide eyed before she coughed, and tried to take the tea pot off him at least. "Sugar, what is all this?"
"There's Kleenex in there somewhere. I need some before I cover everything with snot," Remy warned and gratefully relinquished the tray with the tea. "It's..." he began, analysing the basket, "a bunch of things because you feel like crap, mon belle," he explained right before another sneeze, which he managed to shield by slapping his hand over his mouth and nose. "Merde."
"Hang on, mon amour," Rogue murmured as she set the tea tray down on her dresser so she could get her hands into the basket for the Kleenex and wipe Remy's nose for him. She looked at him, then at her hand holding the tissue to his nose and just started laughing. "We make quite a pair, huh?"
Remy just blinked at her and then smirked. "You just wiped my nose. There's no going back now," he warned her. He dragged the basket over and up-ended it all onto her bed. He sat down beside the pile and took a moment to rub his hands over his face and eyes. He picked up a bottle of Vitamin C and a candle, giving it a sniff but he couldn't really smell anything. "How do they get honey and lemon into a ball of wax?" he asked her.
Rogue pulled on a pair of gloves now that she was standing and picked up a green cardigan to pull it on as she sat down beside him, and looked at the basket. "Ya did all this for me? Remy, this is... it's really sweet," she said with a smile. She picked up the bottle of Echinacea and smiled even more. As shit as he was feeling, the Cajun had still managed to put this together for her. "I don't know, guess they kinda melt it all down. Candles ain't solid when they get made."
Remy shrugged a little. "I stole a lot of it," he told her with a smirk. "I don't even know what most of it does. Actually, I think the only thing in there I know how to use are the drugs and the Kleenex, though generally I don't use either in this sort of scenario. I just assumed you would know where most of it needs to go, be inserted, rubbed, inhaled, swallowed, et cetera," he murmured with a wave of his fingers and wiped at his nose again. "Something in there has to help you."
"What about you, don't ya wanna be helped?" Rogue asked as she shifted the basket onto her lap so she could sit next to Remy properly and lean against him. "I have a sudden urge to give each other massages with the vapor rub. Might help us breathe better... Ya got ya lighter?" she asked as she nodded at the candle. "So ya stole for me, and brought me tea, and kissed me in the rain, and survived my skin. Why, Remy LeBeau, I do believe you're meant for me."
"I'm beyond help, I think," Remy said and flopped back onto her bed. He frowned and shook his head. "Non, I think there are snakes in that, amour. How is that going to help the breathing?" He took his lighter out of the pocket of his pyjama pants and held it out for her. "Just think what I could be capable of when I'm not dying," he sniggered.
"I think my body would be burnin' up for entirely different reasons," Rogue replied as she snorted, trying to stop her nose from running. She took the lighter from Remy, trembling hands making it almost impossible for her to get the flame to the candle wick. When it was lit she set the candle down next to the bed and watched it quietly, her eyes becoming unfocused for a moment. "What are ya talkin' 'bout snakes for? There ain't snakes in vapor rub. You're gettin' it confused with vipers, I think. I don't wanna rub snakes on ya. When you're feelin' better, I might just rub ya snake though." She looked at him, brown eyes sparkling mischievously for a moment before it was gone as she broke into a coughing fit.
Remy rubbed his hand across his stomach, which was still a little sore. He gave a snort of a laugh and turned to look at her. "You have a dirty mind, cherie," he told her with a wicked smirk, conveniently failing to mention that his train of thought had been almost identical to hers a short while ago. "So, if it's not snakes, what is it? You aren't going to shove it up my nose, are you?"
Rogue shook her head as she got up to turn the main light off and leave them bathed in candlelight. "No, sugar. I ain't gonna shove it up ya nose. It's... well, it's vapor rub. It's like eucalyptus and stuff." She settled on the bed beside him and unscrewed the lid. A hint of the strong scent managed to break through her congested sinuses, but she went back to breathing through her mouth a moment later, unable to get enough oxygen through her nose. Without even thinking about it, Rogue dipped her gloved fingers into the jar and scooped out a little bit to rub onto Remy's chest.
Remy looked down at Rogue's fingers on his chest. His breathing was rough and congested but he could smell the hint of the aroma of what she was rubbing there. He coughed a little as his nose and throat got used to the vapours, realising this was probably the first time anyone had even remotely taken care of him when he was ill. It was nice. Not that he would let anyone else but Rogue do it. He didn't really trust anyone else as much as he did her. His eyes shifted to her face bathed in the candlelight and inevitably - no matter how shit he was feeling - his body started to react to the soft touches. "It's nice, cherie," he told her quietly, wetting his dry lips.
Rogue smiled and rubbed a little more on his chest before she leaned down to kiss his forehead lightly, giving him a clear view down her nightgown. "I'd ask ya if ya wanted to rub some on my chest, but I don't feel like killin' ya with my boobs today. You're just gonna have to watch instead." If she noticed his reaction to her, she didn't seem to mind. Her own body was reacting to seeing him in her bed, and feeling his hot skin under her gloves. "Remy?"
Remy cleared his throat. "Hmm?" he murmured, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. He shifted a little against the covers to draw his knee up, foot resting on the end of her bed.
Rogue pulled down her nightie enough to get some of the vapor rub on her chest, and sighed quietly in relief. "I ain't slept with anyone. So... if we are doin' the relationship thing, or the datin' thing, or any kinda thing... you're gonna be my first. Just figured ya should know."
Remy nodded. "Logan slightly alluded to me that might be, cherie." He trailed his finger across the edge of her gloved hand. "Are you sure you want me to be your first?"
Rogue arched an eyebrow. "You and Logan were talkin' about my virginity? Should I be concerned?" She looked at him, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. Who else is there gonna be?"
"It wasn't like that, amour. It was more a passing warning. You know Logan. He wasn't going to give me the job back without reminding me who was boss and blah blah. He said something and I made the assumption. Nothing more. I wasn't going to think much on it until you told me yourself." Remy looked around in the pile for the throat lozenges and read the box to see what flavour they were. "Do you want it just because you want to lose your virginity or you want it because you think I'm the right choice?" he asked.
"Because you're the right choice," Rogue answered immediately. She didn't even need to think about it. "If I just wanted to lose my virginity I woulda picked some random guy, or Bobby, years ago."
Remy gave the lozenge he had wrestled from the box a tentative lick with the tip of his tongue. If it tasted like shit, there was no way he was putting it in his mouth. "Thank god you didn't pick him. You would've wanted to lock your vagina away for posterity after an horrific experience like that," he said with a small sneer. But it didn't last long and he was watching her seriously, the lozenge still between his fingers. "I won't do anything unless you're ready, belle," he told her.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna explode if we don't do more than kiss. Even if we've only kissed about three times since ya came back..." Rogue stretched out beside him, her covered arm draped over his torso as she rest her head on the pillow next to him. "I ain't sayin' I want ya to do anythin' right away, but ya do have a green light. And please don't make me think about sex with Bobby. I already walked in on him and Kitty once."
Remy's whole body shuddered right then and it had nothing to do with his fever. He touched his lips with a heavy swallow. "I nearly threw up again," he said, nose scrunching up at just the thought. "How did you not gouge your eyeballs out with the nearest sharp object?" He shook his head a little. "You know it might not be how you expect, right? First few times never really are, cherie."
"I went and had a hot shower, thought about ya, and it all went away," Rogue said with a soft smirk. "You make everythin' go away... And I know, but I can't have better times 'til I have a first time, can I?"
"Non, that is generally how it goes." He stuck his fingers under the elastic of his pants to scratch his hip absentmindedly. It was a massive thing Rogue was asking him here and he wasn't entirely sure why she wanted someone like him. But he was also glad she did. He would take care of her where if it was any other guy, he might be forced to kill them if they treated her wrong and he would do it with a smile on his face. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly, turning his head so he could see her eyes again.
Rogue met his gaze, and smiled. "Yeah, I am. I got ya back, sugar. I don't think there's anythin' else I need to be ready. Well, maybe just thinkin' about the how. Not like I'm just any girl, is it? I can't do hot and sweaty and naked like anyone else. Are ya really sure ya wanna be with me? You could have anyone, Remy. Someone ya don't need to be protected against like Betsy."
"I don't do anything I don't want to do, cherie," Remy assured her with a small smile. "Or anyone." He searched her eyes for a moment and then laughed in realisation. "I forgot you drained my thoughts and memories too. Besty and I just have an agreement. Nothing more. And for the record, I don't see any of what we do as me protecting myself from you."
"You've been a very naughty boy, even if you did agree on it," Rogue chastised teasingly. "And the reason ya think that is why you're the right choice, sugar. And why I care about ya so much. Ya balance me out. Ya don't make me feel so lonely."
Remy smirked. "Depends on your definition of naughty, amour... I happen to think I've been very, very good," he said and put the lozenge on his tongue, waving it at her a little before it disappeared in his mouth. He sucked on it for a moment and folded his hands across his stomach. "I hope I can make it everything you anticipate, mon belle."
Rogue giggled as she watched the little tongue wiggle. "Yeah, I bet ya do." She covered his hands with one of hers. "I know ya do, but it's okay. I swear I ain't really expectin' much. I didn't ever think I'd have sex in the first place."
Remy shook his head. "You're breaking my heart, cherie," he murmured. "Everyone should experience physical pleasure."
"I only can when there's layers involved. No one should willingly want layers, not when they can have someone that can touch." She shrugged as she rolled over to face away from him, worried she was about to cry in front of him.
"But with layers, you can," Remy reminded her and rested his cheek against her back. "Some people can't, cherie. Some people are too ill or injured. It's only a disability if you make it one. You can make it not be."
Her body shook as she tried to cry silently. "You and Logan are the only ones that make me feel normal. It doesn't feel like a disability when I'm with ya. Outside these walls it's different."
"Fuck them. Fuck them all," Remy said in a soft growl. His arms enclosed around her and he hugged her from behind. "Anyone who doesn't make you feel normal, belle can go fuck themselves. They don't matter."
Rogue wiped at her eyes, and sniffed quietly. Or tried to, but her nose was still blocked, and the crying was making it even harder to breathe. She struggled to get her breathing back to normal and let out a huff. "I'm just glad ya back."
"I'm not going anywhere, mon amour," Remy promised.
Part of Remy & Rogue's verse: luxure
Word Count | 2,953