#abrushwithdeath

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"Keep lookin' at me like that and we won't make it home."

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“Aww, Roguey you already know Ah dunno how t’keep m’eyes t’m’self…” His gaze dropped from her face to purposely trail down her arm, her waist, lingering on her fingers, the curve of her hips, the slight dip of the fabric where it hugged closer to the slope of her pelvic bone.

“‘N now you wanna make it a challenge?” His words were suddenly being murmured in the side of her head, low and slow, the gap between them having been closed and his lips flirting with the idea of biting the shell of her ear, but he was already backing off. A smirk was plastered on his face as he raised an eyebrow.

“Seem t’recall plen’y of times you caved ‘fore gettin’ home. Hundred says you ain’ gonna last.”

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“Careful. Yer startin' t'enjoy this a little too much.” (I couldn't NOT send something, Romy sparring is my WEAKNESS <3)

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Remy snapped his bo at her shin, still grinning despite his breath starting to come in heavy pants.

"No such thing. You knew what you was signin' up for."

He'd already stepped back, circling to Rogue's left all the while his eyes never left hers even as he anticipated potentially throwing her and getting an opening. The Danger Room schedule for the day was about to be completely trashed if they kept at it much longer, but Remy didn't particularly care at the moment. It had been a hot minute since any fighting he had done had been anything but life or death, and Rogue looked more than a little fetching when she was getting in his face.

"Didn' want me t'be enjoyin' it, shouldn' have pinned me t'de wall, sha. You know good'n well Ah be likin' you on top me."

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

"come closer. please."

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"'M already practically on top of you," Remy laughed, but he did as he was requested and closed the few inches of gap between them. His arm encirled Rogue, leg hooking between hers to properly entangle them. He nuzzled into her shoulder before kissing her cheek, lingering on top of her as though to make a point.

"Dis close enough?" he asked, not withdrawing but all ready to jerk back if needed to avoid a deserved swat at his face.

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"I need a stiff drink."

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"What put you in dat kinda mood?"

Remy was not sure he wanted to know, not if that was the first thing out of her mouth. Whoever or whatever it was had better get out of her way. He'd be doing the same most likely.

"Ah will point out dat much as Ah'd happily help dere, and hate tellin' you no...well"—he gestured at her middled pointedly—"no. Is dere somethin' else dat be a good substitute?" It was better to ask than assume he knew a good solution, that lesson he'd more than learned at this point. Which really was more than fair, he didn't want to always be touched either, so why would it be the same with Rogue?

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

morning after starters: 13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them (can go either way, your call xD)

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While understanding that he was fully being a menace at the moment, it did not stop Remy from slipping up behind Rogue, making direct eye contact with her in the mirror as he pushed her auburn hair aside to bite lightly at her shoulder. Somehow his had also found its way to her rear where he gave a firm squeeze.

"Why you in such a hurry t'get out de door? You got a whole hour. Plen'y of time f'an encore of last night..." He had probably been up before her, but his voice still wasn't quite awake and he was more than trying to use that to his advantage as he pressed up against her, lips going from her neck to the shell of her ear in barely there kisses.

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"I just want a normal life."

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Remy sighed at the TV, dark eyes narrowing in disgust as people yapped about the legitimacy of mutant rights, registration lists, and whatever else foolish nonsense they had decided was the fault of mutants that week.

"Ah get dat, chère."

He didn't point out that was a little impossible while being with him. The full sclera contacts he had done away with a long time ago unless it was for a job, and even then he did his damndest to be able to go without either by not being seen or utilizing shades. He knew that she was merely voicing apprehension about how the world viewed mutants, that it was more than tiring while being so public as an X-Man. Remy understood all of that and didn't fault her for it. But he didn't have much else to offer in the way of assurance at the moment.

"Why don' you cut dat off, we stop thinkin' 'bout it for a bit? Dere anythin' 'normal' you wanna be doin' right 'bout now?"

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

[text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens.

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[Mon Coeur]: you really trying that line with a gambler, chère?

[Mon Coeur]: but if you don't want no more, that's fine, keep it to myself 😇

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“I won’t judge you.”

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Remy cocked an eyebrow slightly, looking slightly over his shoulder from where he was leaning on the balcony railing, flicking ash from the lit cigarette he shouldn't be smoking.

"Ya sure 'bout dat? Should be judgin' me some. Was s'posed t'have quit dem things," he muttered quietly, dragging his free hand down his face with a groan. The night was mostly quiet, at least as far as the city on a Wednesday night went, but Remy's mind certainly wasn't. And the last thing he wanted to do was concern Rogue with his doubts impending fatherhood.

"'S nothin'. Don' worry your head. Ah be sure'n shower 'fore Ah go back t'bed."