Marie had spent the week since being kidnapped in mostly solitary. Things with Bobby were shitty, Logan blamed himself, and Remy was injured. But she still visited. It was her fault he was so badly injured. She couldn't help carry around the blame no matter what anyone said. It still weighed on her.
Which was why she was shocked he still wanted to go through with this. Of course she couldn't deny him that.
She'd gotten ready almost an hour ago. Borrowing a short miniskirt and pulling on a green turtleneck, Marie wore her hair down. She'd even put on a little makeup, light rouge and some lipstick.
She was just bending over to pull out the cornbread when she heard his voice. Marie placed the pan to cool on the stove and turned to look at him. "Well don't you look handsome all cleaned up. Who knew you had it in ya?" She teased him before pulling the vegetables off the heat.
Letting his eyes move unashamedly over her body, Remy grinned lopsidedly at Rogue when she turned to face him.
“It’s de bruises. Dey give me a more rugged look dat’s jus’ irresistible,” he replied good naturedly. Laughter was the best medicine after all. He knew Rogue felt guilty for his injuries, just as he felt guilty he couldn’t stop the soldiers from taking her, but he found it easier to just make light of it all. If they could laugh about it in any way then maybe it would help them both get past it.
Pushing off the door frame, he took a few steps toward, producing the flower from behind his back. “De beauty pales in comparison t’ de vision b’fore me, but dere ain’ much dat don’t.”
Marie still held on to the guilt. She gave him a look to say that his comments about his face weren't funny, but the look cracked and she found herself smiling despite everything.
And then her face lit up at the flower. "How sweet'a ya, Remy." She moved in closer to him and took the flower with a gloved hand, twirling the stem lightly. "Thank you. Food's almost done. I set up the table already."
Marie gestured back to the table. The meat just needed to sit a minute or two longer in the pan. That was okay with her, because right now, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
The flower certainly hadn’t been easy to get considering the snow raging outside, but seeing Rogue smile like that it had definitely been worth it. She hadn’t exactly had a lot to smile about lately, though Remy usually could manage to win one here and there.
“Perfect timin’, den. Jus’ like a man t’ show up when all de work is done, non?” he joked, his eyes traveling from the food on the stove to the perfectly set table.
“I best come up wit’ some good dance lessons t’ make up fo’ all dis,” Remy continued, bringing his eyes back to meet hers. Dinner and dancing, that was the deal, right? Unfortunately he couldn’t do some of the moves that fit with the era considering his injuries, but that just meant they might have to slow it down a bit instead of really jumping and jiving. So far he saw now problem with this.
She twirled the flower in her hands and smiled back up at him. It was really sweet of him to say. She moved back to the stove before grabbing two plates and starting to dish out the food.
"I have every faith in your teachin' skills." Marie said as she scooped out the vegetables and meat.
"I'm really lookin' forward to it. Should be fun." And really the both of them needed something light. She still carried the guilt, and she knew that he was probably going nuts being stuck in the Mansion. He didn't seem the type of man to be stuck one place too long.
Moving to put the plates on the table, she looked back at him. "Well, enjoy."
Remy had never fancied himself a teacher, but he had sure shown some people a thing or two in his lifetime. He had no doubt he could teach Rogue some moves, and he wasn’t about to let a few little injuries stop him. He just had to suck it up and ignore the pain. Push through it. He wasn’t one to take it easy, and if he had to sit around twiddling his thumbs much longer then he was apt to lose his mind. The Cajun didn’t do idle well.
“Gonna be a night t’ r’member, chère,” he said with just the right tone, just the right smile and just the right intensity in his unusual eyes. Holding her gaze just a moment longer, Remy moved over to the table as well as she set the plates down. Like any gentleman, he pulled her chair out for her to sit before taking his own.
((We playing out dinner or shall we summarize and skip around a bit? Do whatever you think is best with your next post. :) ))
He had a way of stripping her right down to her core with his penetrating gaze and words so heated she had to blush. Dinner pretty much continued in this fashion. Marie had completely forgotten her troubles. He could make her smile, and it was like the world fell a way. So for a few hours they could forget Stryker and the he'll they've been through.
Once finished, Marie offers to take his plate before she start cleaning. It was mainly done anyway. She put the leftovers away and took her gloves off to wash the last two pots and their plates.
"So you got any idea'a what you're teachin' me?" She asked, throwing him a look.
Dinner had been excellent, both the food and the company. They kept the conversation fairly light, never letting it lapse into anything too serious and about the heaviest it got were a few of Remy’s patented flirty comments which Rogue was learning to take quite well. All in all, it had been pretty relaxing, which was exactly what they both needed for one night.
Offering many compliments to the chef, the Cajun man snatched up the dishtowel to dry the dishes as she washed them. It struck him funny, this whole domestic picture. It wasn’t something he’d found himself in since he’d left New Orleans. It was strange, yet not altogether unpleasant.
“Not a clue,” Remy replied with a grin, taking up a plate to dry. “I was t’inkin’ we could start wit’ de basic waltz, though I suspect a southern belle like y’self already know dat one, den we could kick it up. Or if you’d rat’er jump right in wit’ both feet, we could start swingin’ den slow it down fo’ a rest after. Lady’s choice.”
She handed him to pots as she gave them to him before everything was clean. Slipping her gloves back on, she stood back and waited for him, still smiling. At this point, Marie couldn't help it. It was just too perfect.
"We could jump in." This way ending the night with a few slow songs would be nice. "Up to you though. We can go up to one of the studies. There's one of those old recorder things there."
Putting away the last of the dishes after drying them, Remy hung the towel on the hook on the wall and brushed his hands together. Looking over at Rogue he found her just standing there, smiling at him. For someone who carried so many heavy burdens she was sure smiling a lot tonight, not that he was arguing. She had a beautiful smile.
“Ladies choice. Jumpin’ right in it is,” he drawled, holding out his arm for her to take. “And don’t you worry none ‘bout de rest o’ it. You did de dinner, I got de rest covered.”
To be honest he had already found one of the fairly unused studies upstairs and managed to move all the furniture against the walls so they would have plenty of room to move. One turntable and a stack of records later and they were ready to twist the night away.
She moved when he was done, starting to head out of the room. Only he knew where they were going. It was nice that he thought ahead though - showed that he took some thought into tonight. It was a nice feeling, having this type of attention.
"Sounds fun, sugar. I can't wait to start." She said, throwing him a smile.
Leading Rogue upstairs, he steered them toward the wing that held his own room but continued past the closed door until he reached one a little further along. Opening the door wide, Remy made a grand sweeping gesture for her to enter, pausing at the door himself to close it behind them.
“It ain’ no ballroom, but in a pinch...” he said, shrugging one shoulder. Crossing the room to the turntable, he flipped quickly through the records he’d gathered and decided that if they were going to start out with a bang, then who better to help them than the King of Rock and Roll himself? Once the record was spinning, Remy carefully set the needle down before walking back over to Rogue. As ‘Blue Suede Shoes began to play, he held out his hand for her to take.
((I may have to do a bit of handwaving here with the dance moves. :D ))
She followed him up, more than a little excited over this. Marie kept looking over at him with a sort of light in her eyes. She moved past his gesture and into the room. He had it all set up.
"Never been in a real ballroom, so I ain't judgin'." Marie told him as she watched him put on the record. "You know, we don't have those in the future. Records, I mean. We still got Elvis."
She moved to take his hand, not realizing until then that he was a bit taller than her. It was kind of nice being this close. Well without one of them being on a bed.
“Dat so?” Remy replied as he took her hand. “I knew dem compact discs were jus’ a fad. Not’in’ beats good ol’ vinyl.”
Standing there for a moment, just holding her hand, he suddenly gave her a grin and a wink before twirling her around and pulling her close, one hand on her waist while the other still held hers. Then they really started to move.
((ugh, so fail. Mucho apologies. No jet leg cause I didn’t fly, but... car leg?))
She moved with him as much as she could. Rogue wasn't the most graceful, but she wasn't clumsy either. She let him move her though, whatever way he wanted to. It was nice and definitely fun. He definitely knew what he was doing.
Remy was actually surprised at how well Rogue was doing, especially with the boots she was wearing. She might not have been very graceful, but she at least had good balance, and that was very important here.
“Back home when I was jus’ a chile,” he replied, spinning her around one last time before deciding to go for the ‘cheesy’ ending and dipping her back as the song ended. “De filles, dey love dancin’.”
Which was why she was shocked he still wanted to go through with this. Of course she couldn't deny him that.
She'd gotten ready almost an hour ago. Borrowing a short miniskirt and pulling on a green turtleneck, Marie wore her hair down. She'd even put on a little makeup, light rouge and some lipstick.
She was just bending over to pull out the cornbread when she heard his voice. Marie placed the pan to cool on the stove and turned to look at him. "Well don't you look handsome all cleaned up. Who knew you had it in ya?" She teased him before pulling the vegetables off the heat.
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“It’s de bruises. Dey give me a more rugged look dat’s jus’ irresistible,” he replied good naturedly. Laughter was the best medicine after all. He knew Rogue felt guilty for his injuries, just as he felt guilty he couldn’t stop the soldiers from taking her, but he found it easier to just make light of it all. If they could laugh about it in any way then maybe it would help them both get past it.
Pushing off the door frame, he took a few steps toward, producing the flower from behind his back. “De beauty pales in comparison t’ de vision b’fore me, but dere ain’ much dat don’t.”
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And then her face lit up at the flower. "How sweet'a ya, Remy." She moved in closer to him and took the flower with a gloved hand, twirling the stem lightly. "Thank you. Food's almost done. I set up the table already."
Marie gestured back to the table. The meat just needed to sit a minute or two longer in the pan. That was okay with her, because right now, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
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“Perfect timin’, den. Jus’ like a man t’ show up when all de work is done, non?” he joked, his eyes traveling from the food on the stove to the perfectly set table.
“I best come up wit’ some good dance lessons t’ make up fo’ all dis,” Remy continued, bringing his eyes back to meet hers. Dinner and dancing, that was the deal, right? Unfortunately he couldn’t do some of the moves that fit with the era considering his injuries, but that just meant they might have to slow it down a bit instead of really jumping and jiving. So far he saw now problem with this.
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"I have every faith in your teachin' skills." Marie said as she scooped out the vegetables and meat.
"I'm really lookin' forward to it. Should be fun." And really the both of them needed something light. She still carried the guilt, and she knew that he was probably going nuts being stuck in the Mansion. He didn't seem the type of man to be stuck one place too long.
Moving to put the plates on the table, she looked back at him. "Well, enjoy."
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“Gonna be a night t’ r’member, chère,” he said with just the right tone, just the right smile and just the right intensity in his unusual eyes. Holding her gaze just a moment longer, Remy moved over to the table as well as she set the plates down. Like any gentleman, he pulled her chair out for her to sit before taking his own.
((We playing out dinner or shall we summarize and skip around a bit? Do whatever you think is best with your next post. :) ))
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Once finished, Marie offers to take his plate before she start cleaning. It was mainly done anyway. She put the leftovers away and took her gloves off to wash the last two pots and their plates.
"So you got any idea'a what you're teachin' me?" She asked, throwing him a look.
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Offering many compliments to the chef, the Cajun man snatched up the dishtowel to dry the dishes as she washed them. It struck him funny, this whole domestic picture. It wasn’t something he’d found himself in since he’d left New Orleans. It was strange, yet not altogether unpleasant.
“Not a clue,” Remy replied with a grin, taking up a plate to dry. “I was t’inkin’ we could start wit’ de basic waltz, though I suspect a southern belle like y’self already know dat one, den we could kick it up. Or if you’d rat’er jump right in wit’ both feet, we could start swingin’ den slow it down fo’ a rest after. Lady’s choice.”
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"We could jump in." This way ending the night with a few slow songs would be nice. "Up to you though. We can go up to one of the studies. There's one of those old recorder things there."
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“Ladies choice. Jumpin’ right in it is,” he drawled, holding out his arm for her to take. “And don’t you worry none ‘bout de rest o’ it. You did de dinner, I got de rest covered.”
To be honest he had already found one of the fairly unused studies upstairs and managed to move all the furniture against the walls so they would have plenty of room to move. One turntable and a stack of records later and they were ready to twist the night away.
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"Sounds fun, sugar. I can't wait to start." She said, throwing him a smile.
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“It ain’ no ballroom, but in a pinch...” he said, shrugging one shoulder. Crossing the room to the turntable, he flipped quickly through the records he’d gathered and decided that if they were going to start out with a bang, then who better to help them than the King of Rock and Roll himself? Once the record was spinning, Remy carefully set the needle down before walking back over to Rogue. As ‘Blue Suede Shoes began to play, he held out his hand for her to take.
((I may have to do a bit of handwaving here with the dance moves. :D ))
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"Never been in a real ballroom, so I ain't judgin'." Marie told him as she watched him put on the record. "You know, we don't have those in the future. Records, I mean. We still got Elvis."
She moved to take his hand, not realizing until then that he was a bit taller than her. It was kind of nice being this close. Well without one of them being on a bed.
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Standing there for a moment, just holding her hand, he suddenly gave her a grin and a wink before twirling her around and pulling her close, one hand on her waist while the other still held hers. Then they really started to move.
((ugh, so fail. Mucho apologies. No jet leg cause I didn’t fly, but... car leg?))
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"Where'd you learn?"
ooc: no worries.
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“Back home when I was jus’ a chile,” he replied, spinning her around one last time before deciding to go for the ‘cheesy’ ending and dipping her back as the song ended. “De filles, dey love dancin’.”
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