found out my fate the hard way [open]

[glovedtouch]

With everyone's powers out, it was a bit strange in the mansion. Everyone secluding themselves off, like a fight was about to break out. For Marie's part, she was loving this. She was showing skin and smiling, like everything was alright. She was even humming as she walked through the halls, intent on grabbing something something to eat and then

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[glovedtouch]

Surprisingly she hadn't gone up to everyone and touched them when she'd learned what she could do. Rogue only knew it because of Sean. And if it happened, then it did. As much as she definitely wanted to go up to just about everyone and shake their hand or give them a cheek to cheek hug, she managed to refrain. After all, she still did have plenty of walls built up.

Her eyes were wide when he came to touch her hand back. Real touch. Her eyes flickered for a moment, and Marie could have swore her heart stopped at that. Completely and utterly stopped. She took in a slow, shaky breath. His hand was softer than she'd imagined. And she matched his stare.

Swallowing hard, her lips parted to say something, but Marie stopped. "Like the most amazin' thing I've ever felt. I forgot what it was like. I thought I did. I thought I remember what it was like to touch someone, and I missed it, but this... it..." It meant everything.

And the feeling ripped through her chest. She didn't realize it would hit her this hard. That she could touch someone, that she could touch him. Marie took another slow breath before taking another step into him. For the first time in years, she wasn't guarded and completely terrified of being near someone.

And it was nice that she was experiencing it with him. The full scope of it.

[leblagueur]

Now that was more the reaction he had expected, more raw emotion and awe than frivolity. How long had it been since she’d touched someone, really touched them without fear of hurting them? A few years at least, he had to wager.

It was both fascinating and heartbreaking to watch her, to see the emotion playing over her beautiful face, to hear that catch in her voice. A touch, something so simple and natural that most people took it for granted. Remy was a very emphatic person, but even he had a hard time imagining what this moment must be like for her. All he knew was that he wanted to make it perfect.

He didn’t move when she stepped closer, keeping her hand, his hand, where they were. Part of him wanted to wait, to do nothing and let her ease into it all, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Raising his other hand he brushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear, barely even brushing her skin, and let his fingertips linger just below her ear, still tangled in her silken tresses. “Nobody should have t’ live wit’out touch,” he murmured, as much to himself as to her.

[glovedtouch]

She couldn't draw her gaze away from him, the sheer impact still hitting her. It felt like a wave she'd never be able to surface from washing over her. All she could do was breathe.

"I couldn't help it. I didn't wanna hurt anyone. I didn't want to hurt you." She told him, before looking down. "Last boy I touched wound up dead."

She broke the reverie and dropped her hand. This seemed too good. The shoe had to drop sometime. The reminder of her first boy friend was like another blow to the chest.

[leblagueur]

He hadn’t meant to make her feel bad about it; it wasn’t meant to be a statement about her. It was unfair, the hand she had been dealt, probably the cruelest ability he had ever encountered. There were those that had physical mutations and felt they had to hide from society, but they could always find others like them, those that would not judge them. They didn’t have to be isolated, they could still feel the most basic and primal human instincts and act upon them. And while Rogue could give the appearance of normal, she was an outcast even among those like her, never able to get truly close to anyone. Remy’s heart ached for her, but her confession still came as a shock. He couldn’t imagine her killing anyone, but then it most likely hadn’t been intentional.

If anyone could understand that, it was Remy LeBeau.

Closing his eyes, the memories rushed over him. He could still hear the cries of anguish, still see the charred remains, still smell the horrific... no, he was not going back there now. Shaking his head, he pushed the memories away and focused on the task at hand. Hesitating a moment, he stepped forward to close the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. “None of us asked fo’ dis. Some of us jus’ got off easier than ot’ers.”

[glovedtouch]

Her first instinct was to pull away. Not because she couldn't touch him, but he was close to her and he knew so much about her. It was a different sort of fear. And yet, there was a comfort in it. That he knew and he still wanted this, whatever this was. Marie looked up at him and smiled.

"I never meant to hurt anyone with it. It just happened. And it's painful for people. The look on Logan's face when I touched him..." She could still feel his claws slicing through her stomach. She swallowed and looked down. "I never wanted this. So not havin' it right now? It's like a miracle."

[leblagueur]

He felt her stiffen in his arms and for a moment he thought she was going to pull away. She didn’t, but she didn’t settle into the embrace either, instead keeping enough distance to look up at him. She was still close, though; still very close.

The temptation was so great to just close that last bit of distance between them, but she was still dealing with it all. It was a lot to deal with. Still, he wasn’t about to stand here and let her beat herself up over things she couldn’t change. Hooking one finger under her chin, he tilted her head up to look at him again.

“Dey ain’t de only ones it’s painful for, are dey?” he said softly, more a statement than a question. “Miracle or no, you deserve dis.”

[glovedtouch]

Her shoulders dropped and she let out a slow, haggard breath at his words. There was a soft smile before she leaned in to kiss him, good and proper. Because he was there. Because it was him. Because he seemed to calm her down and make her want the world. Which wasn't exactly hard, but he somehow provided her with not only it, but the moon, too.

[leblagueur]

Whether she was ready or not she had made the first move, and Remy certainly wasn’t about to deny her. Moving his hand to cup her cheek, keeping the contact, he returned the kiss powerfully, passionately. If this was going to be her first real kiss in a very long time then it was going to be a good one. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it himself, but as much as he flirted and joked about taking risks, her powers honestly terrified him.

Now it didn’t matter, though. Nothing mattered right now than this moment; the feel of her skin, just as soft as he imagined it to be; the taste of her mouth, sweet and hot. With the arm still around her back Remy pulled her closer.

[glovedtouch]

She didn't know what she was supposed to expect. She half feared her powers would start up again, but when they didn't, Marie relaxed even further and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. It was a moment she didn't have to repress herself, and it felt more than amazing to do so.

Her fingers found themselves gripping at his clothes, half out of nervousness though she was clearly responsive to his mouth. He was a man. Her old boyfriend was nothing like this, but Marie caught on pretty fast. With someone as schooled in this as Remy, it was hard not to.