Summary:Rogue and Remy meet at the lake house and xavier's docks to discuss each other and boats. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Its around 6pm on a Tuesday evening and Remy LeBeau is outside of the lake house on the deck that surrounds it and the patio beside it that is loaded with deck furniture and a place to grill up food.
He's got a small radio sitting beside the grill, its playing some classic rock tunes and beside it a cooler with a variety of drinks sitting mixed in with the ice cubes.
Remy had vanished for months, he'd gone off to deal with old family business… and now he'd returned, returned to the school where Mutants were given a shot at a peaceful life, this was a thing he'd come to understand the value of. To have a place where you CAN live like he's living tonight, with music, cold beverages and hot food. Relaxation? Rather than deceptive games of loyalty between guilds dedicated toward dark things, and darker outcomes.
This Gambit, was one not looking for foolish risks. Not right this second anyway.
He stands beside the grill, wearing a button down black shirt that has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the last few buttons up to his neck left open to let the warm air breeze in more easily. A pair of brown denim pants go down to a pair of feet wearing some leather flip flops. He's in pure casual mode at the present and he hums to the song on the radio while one hand moves the food on the grill, the other goes through his hair to brush it out of his eyes.
Rogue has been coming around the mansion a little bit, more and more. She hasn't fully moved her way back in, she's still just visiting. More often than not, she stops by the lake house and leaves little presents for Remy, without knocking. Chicory coffee, a new deck of cards, a sunglass wearing stuffed kitten that looks a lot like his.
Tonight though, she's coming for an actual visit. Deep auburn is blowing in the breeze as she comes around the side to climb up on the deck, following the scent of the grill. The short sleeved blouse is a teal hue, sleeves loose and fluttering a bit, the soft fabric draping over the waistband of dark jeans. Golden leather sandals are strappy around her feet, and there's a plastic bag rasping as she moves. "Hey there, handsome."
As the arrival of another triggers that little sense that they're there before you look up to see them, Remy hears her voice and feels her presence and a smile crosses his face while he tends to the food upon the grill.
He does then look up and over to her and he just stares for a second before he gently shakes his head back and forth while his eyes look her up and down. "Sois toujours mon coeur." He relays in French, then remember she doesn't know it that well. "Be still mah heart." He says then. "You lookin' prettier den the mornin' sun shinin' on the new'n fresh flowers round here, Chere."
He walks toward her then while the grill sizzles behind him now. "I been seein' a few items showin' up in random places, thinkin' that might be you behind it?" He lofts dark brows up over his mysterious eyes, showing her a mischievous grin then.
She will lift her eyebrows in kind as she settles her offering somewhere that they won't be in the way. "Me? Putting things in random places? Why would I do that?" She asks, that laughter shimmering in green eyes.
A hand reaches out to tug him closer with a belt loop on his jeans. "How you feelin', Remy?" Her head tips back, looking up at him even as she purposefully pulls him closer.
Remy's eyes, in turn, look to what she's setting down because "Oooh, new gift?" He asks, grinning more. But its her tug by his belt that draws him closer toward her so that he's pushed up against her just lightly. His hands come up and he places them on the sides of her arms, over top of her shirt due to not being entirely sure how much control she has over her mutation still. He looks down to her, holding that rogue'ish grin.
"Nevah, better, Chere." He says to her then. "Still, ya know… strange marks'n all. But hey… I gettin' used t'em, yeah? Could be worse. Thats what Ah always try'an tell myself these days." He holds eye contact with her, smiling now, keeping close to the younger woman in front of him.
She laughs. "You glutton. Lemon pound cake, and strawberries and blueberries sliced up to go on it." Green eyes will search his unusual ones. "I'm just worried about you, Cajun. Those marks… well, it's bad juju, you know? I know I don't have to tell you about that sort of thing."
Her hands will settle at his waist, just that long moment of that perfectly safe touch. "Have you talked to Illy about it, yet? Or has she gone to interrogate some demon or somethin'?" She will lean up on her toes, brushing the barest of kisses against his bottom lip before she chickens out and hugs him, pressing her cheek safely to his chest.
One of Remy's hands leaves her arm as he places it down over his own slim and trim stomach beneath his shirt. "I get da belly rumblins just from that description now." He tells her before he places both of his hands down onto her hips now, over hwer waistline. His eyes stay down upon hers and he shakes his head left to right. "Ain't heard or seen Illy since da mornin' after I got this stuff." He admits to her. "I take it dat mean she pretty busy. Hopefully findin' a solution?"
Remy then tilts his head to the side as she leans up for that kiss and he into it to return it, its only brief and light and over fast, which makes him grin again. He speaks low to her. "You welcome t'investigate the marks as close and as detailed as you'd like t'get though, Boo." He teases her with a clearly invitation with suggestive themes. His usual.
Rogue will lift her head away enough from his chest, a glare of green from under lashes. Then there's a thumb digging juuuust so in between ribs without mercy. "Don't make me change my mind and take my cake home, Cajun. I.."
There's a sign, before she'll let him go, moving to get a drink, and stare moodily out towards the lake.
Remy makes a little audible whiney sound upon feeling and hearing her threat, just to play along like a wounded animal, bouth physically and emotionally. Teasing, of course. "Fair enough, my southern belle." He says in response to her as she separates from him to grab a drink and he steps back to the grill to finish up the food and flip it about to keep it from getting overly toasty.
"I liked da bear with the shades most." He then says over to her. "Harvey too. He been curlin' up wit'im on da sofa while we watchin' movies. I think he believe its one'a his litter mates, all balled up in a mass'a kitten pudge an' fuzz durin' naptines."
Remy deposits the hamburgers onto a plate on the granite counter beside the grill and he looks back over to Rogue. "You ever hear back about dat job from the pool hall?" He asks her then.
Rogue sips at her drink, eyes fixated on the water to avoid looking at the Cajun. She gnaws at her bottom lip for a moment, making herself stop before she makes her lip hurt and raw. "Well, I got it because it reminded me of Harvey. So he has sense, at least. More than I can say for his dad."
She turns her head, looking at him, before she ducks her head down, picking at the label on her bottle. "No. I never went to meet up with Severin's brother. "
Remy just has to grin at her little jab toward him. "Every time you say t'ing like that, I just remind myself that ya mean the opposite." He responds, knowing that that'll mess with her right back. Its that back and forth that they share after all.
A plate is setup for both of them and then he turns to move toward the table closest by and motions for her. "Ya know what, Chere? Ya didn't need that job anywho. Ya got a more important job here, with me." He doesn't say 'with them' because he doesn't necessarily care if she rejoins the X-Men or not, he just wants her with him. "Ya gotta be here t'take care'a me, and through me, poor lil Harvey." Remy points up at the lake house, on the second floor above them there is windows along the wall and in the center one is the little cat himself, peering down at them, watching over them like a right creeper.
"Whatever you need to tell yourelf to sleep at night, Bayou Boy." Rogue says, sounding distinctly cranky. "And you don't need a nanny, no more than a cat does, Cajun. I could use that job. A job away from here, that has nothing to do with what I am, only what I can do. Somewhere that no one knows enough to judge."
Remy looks up at Harvey, then back down to Rogue, then back up at Harvey. "I… not so sure about that." He responds to her before he pulls a chair out for her then and waits for her to seat herself should she so desire. "We gotta figure out how t'get that anger in ya to simmer a bit, Chere. We gotta get ya t'relax a bit and enjoy life again, I do believe." He glance sout at the lake himself. "We young, we got everyting we need t'live a good life here… or anywhere for that matter. We strong, even stronger t'gether. Which is why I'm always houndin' ya, ya know? I think we go t'gether, like peanut butter'n jelly." Its cheesey, but he likes being cheesey.
"Not so sure about what? That I don't need to be away from here?" Her head comes up, those green eyes overbright in a flushed face. "I just.. I don't want to be the freak in the house full of mutants, Remy. I can control it well enough now that I can walk around most of the time like I'm normal."
She will sit down a little heavily, setting her drink aside. "You think we go together like mac an' cheese, is that it? You think we should what, Remy? Have a relationship?"
Remy moves around the chair after she settles into it and he into his own, but instead of facing the table he turns the chair to face her instead and he leans forward onto his thighs, his hands coming together between his knees, fingers loosely laced together. He stares right up at her face, not shy of staring at that pretty face one bit. "Don't nobody think you're a freak here, Rogue." He says up at her then, voice lacking any of that teasing nature that normally comes to him. "This place more undesrtandin' than most any others that I ever seen out there." The late evening sun is on his face, the light winds off the lake are blowing his long hair across his forehead gently.
"I want what be best for you." He says further. "Relationship with me?" A slight tilt of his head then. "That be a sweet kinda deal, the kinda deal I could lay my head down at night and think 'Remy, you the luckiest man alive.'." He reaches a hand out then to touch her knee, his fingertips lightly pressing into it. "But. You ain't ready for somethin' like that? Or I ain't the guy you wanna be with? Then so bet it. Whatever best for you, that what I'm here t'help ya figure out."
He pauses then and looks out at the water. "Or you just shove me inta the lake, that works too." And then his grin finally returns.
"Says you. You've never seen people take a wide step aside to make sure they don't bump you, even when you're fully clothed." A hand pushes through her hair irritably. "No one needs to know about me anymore. I can jus' go be a miserable ol' cat lady."
Green eyes find his. "Sometimes I wish I knew what was you being the cajun charmer, and what is truth." She whispers. "And when you grin like that, you make me want to shove you into the lake." She grumps at him. "Even you afraid to touch me."
Remy has to sit up a little higher at her words as he has respones that he wants to give out to her directly upon hearing them, but he forces himself to wait for her to finish before he shakes his head at her. "I ain't afraid'a touchin' you, Rogue." He says to her. "I afraid'a touchin' you without your permission. I'm a gentleman, and thats not what gnetlemen do. The 'cajun' reputation that comes with me?" He speaks in as serious a tone as he's really capable of. "That a guise, a guise I came up with t'keep me alive from my complicated childhood. One that I woulda' loved t'have been able t'take ya with me t'show ya while I was away, but it woulda put you in danger, which is counter productive t'everything I want."
Remy leans forward then and he raises that hand from her knee up to the side of her face, his hand is large and warm to the touch, and if she doesn't push it away he's going to cup the side of her face, mutation or not, he'll slides his fingertips up past the top of her ear into her hairline.
Rogue snorts, as if to call bullshit without saying a word. "Everyone's afraid to touch me, Remy." She says quietly, and there's shadow in those green eyes, that briefest moment where the Cajun will see just how wounded the belle is. How much she hides.
Then she'll manage to roll her eyes at him which helps hide that look, the wetness building. "Put me in danger. Me. Remy, I'm pretty impervious to danger. Ya do know that, right?"
The bravado, the words.. it all fails her, it falls away, as he touches her. It's such a gentle, innocent sort of touch, that she can't resist. Eyes close, and she will press her cheek into his hand.
Remy doesn't immediately respond to her words because he's just going to hold onto the side of her face and as she leans into it she'll feel the side of his thumb stroke at her skin, the skin that seems to have made her unstable with fear of people judging her so harshly. "You ain't drained me yet, Chere." He finally says then with a big grin. "Even if ya did, now, or ever. I don't want ya t'worry that its a fear'a mine. Cause it ain't. Only reason I ain't touch ya, is I need t'know you wanna be touched." He'll continue to stroke the side of her face then as long as she lets him.
"I ain't drained anyone in a long time, but most people don't see it." She whispers. Then she's horrifying herself, and probably Remy as well, as tears start to seep out from under her closed eyelids. "Ain't been touched, even just somethin' as innocent as this, in so long, Rem…"
Remy doesn't take his hand away from her then, he leaves it right there and the warmth from his palm is transfering to the side of her face, as is her body's heat transfering back to him. "You can wit' me, Chere. No fears, no doubts. No regrets." He continues to run his thumb against the side of her face as he watches her emotions well up inside of her. After another few seconds he speaks up again.
"I got a surprise for you too." He tells her then. "Its in the boat house." He has a slight grin appear then. "Not in a creepy way, no. I bought a boat, one for you an' me. Nothin' huge, just a covered boat we can take out onta the lake. Its got comfy places for sittin' an' loungin' together. Can watch the sunset, if we go out soon. Maybe da sunrise too, if we decide t'stay out there." He adds on, voice soft and rumbly with the depth of his natural tone.
Rogue will reluctantly pull her face away, wiping at her cheeks without looking at him. "You bought a boat? You know you'll only be able to use it a couple months outta the year up here, right?" Hands will slide through her hair, as she seems embarrassed. "If you wanna watch the sunset, I'm gonna need a hoodie, and we'll need to pack up the food for a boat's inaugural picnic."
Remy hears these words from her and he just grins, quite happily. "Few months outta the year be fine with me, Chere. We live'em t'their fullest then." He starts to rise up and he offers his hand out to her, she can take it if she wants. "I got hoodies, I got blankets and whatever else ya need. Basket for the food too." His other hand points back over his shoulder. "This boat house is as nice as it comes, hitchin' my wagon t'this Xavier fella has its perks, no?" He'll then lead the way to go get the supplies they need for this outing. "You gonna love this boat, Chere. I named it the Anna-Marie, ya know?" And this gets a very wicked grin cast her way.
She will rise to move with him into the house. She'll help him pack up food, and carry it all to the boathouse. She jerks at the mention of the boat's name. "You hush. Most people only know me as Rogue, and iffen I hear you told anyone, I will beat your behind, am I clear?" She smile, just a little bit. She'll relax a little on the water, snuggling up close to look up at stairs, enfolded in his hoodie, comforted by his closeness.