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It’s not an uncommon occurrence, her hand sliding down the planes of her stomach, grazing just above where she aches to be touched. But this time is different, this time she has someone in mind.

It’s wrong, Rogue knows it is. If she had a clear mind she’d feel ashamed, yet right now as lust fogs her sensibilities all she can think about are red-on-black eyes and the stench of cigarette smoke and cologne she’s grown fond of. How would he do it, she wonders to herself, how would he touch me?

Gambit is not the type of man who would get straight to the point, that much Rogue knows (frustratingly). He would drag it out, tease her just because he could. She starts circling her clit lazily, barely grazing the bundle of nerves with each motion. The sound of her wetness should make her embarrassed, instead it just turns her on even more. 

She pictures Gambit above her, on his knees between her spread legs, red eyes almost glowing in the darkness. He’d have that stupid smirk on his face no doubt, loving that he was riling her up like this. God, even in her fantasies she couldn’t help hating him just a little. Rogue moves her spare hand to her breast, pinching at the already hard nipple as she speeds her ministrations up.

He’d grow tired of toying with her clit by now, she’s sure of it. Yes, now he would focus his attention on her fluttering entrance, prepared with a quip about how ready it looked for him. She’d roll her eyes but still not hold back the moan once he’d finally delve a finger inside. His fingers are bigger than her own, this Rogue already knows –– not because she’s been paying attention to his hands or anything –– but for now, for forever, her own digits will have to suffice.

In her mind, Gambit chuckles at just how wet she is. He would lean over then, lips grazing her ear as he whispered “Someone’s a bit eager now, eh cherie?”, taunting her like an asshole. She pumps her finger once experimentally, imagining it was his she was stretching around instead. Maybe adding a second would help immerse her into the fantasy of it all. Her second finger slides in just as easily, and she begins to set a somewhat clumsy rhythm as she fucks herself. Rogue’s hips snap up, arching into nothingness. God, she was more sensitive than ever now, was picturing Gambit really turning her on this much?

“Of course it is,” She hears him in her thoughts, grin lopsided and pupils blown with arousal. “Now fuck my fingers like the good girl you are.”

Something snaps inside of her as she begins fingering herself in an almost feral nature, because at some point Gambit would snap too. He’d be too pent up, to wreckless, he’d ruin her –– and she’d love it. It would be the perfect ending to the fucked up game of roulette that was their flirtationship.

Rogue comes harder than she ever has in her life around her fingers, quickly turning her head to stifle a cry into her pillow. Stars burst behind her eyelids as liquid heat coursed through her veins. Fuck, she needed this.

As she begins to calm down, the crescendo in her cunt turning into a whimper, she finds herself realizing something horrifying.

She needs him.

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His voice is smooth and rich like whisky in her ear. “Think about it, cherie.” He whispers, lips ghosting the shell of her ear, just barely missing her toxic skin.

Rogue would be more embarrassed if she wasn’t so fucking turned on right now. Remy wasn’t even touching her –– instead he’s boxing her in against the kitchen counter, the heat of his body radiating against her back but never pressing against it.

“It’d kill ya, you dolt,” Her protest comes out breathier than she would have liked. “And despite popular opinion I prefer ya alive and not trapped in my head.”

“All love’s got its risk though,” What an idiot, Rogue thinks to herself. A sexy, frustrating idiot. “I can tell you if you’d like,” His voice –– that goddamn voice –– drops an octave, and her cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. “What I’d do to you, how I’d please you.” She lets out a weak chuckle, tensing her thighs together to try and ease the ache between them.

“Like you could ever please me.” She pretends she hasn’t pictured what it’d be like in excruciating details a hundred times over. A small part of her thinks he’s done the same.

“I’d start with your breasts,” Remy ignores her jab and rushes straight to the point. It nearly kills her. “I’ve been thinkin’, and I bet they’re real sensitive.” Rogue hates it when he’s right. His hands move from the countertop to hover over her chest, not grabbing them through the thin fabric of her green henley but damn near close. “I’d play with your nipples, roll ‘em between my fingers ‘til they’re all hard and aching,”

She bites her lip trying to hold back a whimper. If Remy knows her nipples are already pebbled against her sports bra, he doesn’t comment. He does, however, pause, a silent question of ‘should I continue’ hanging in the air. Yes, Rogue wants to cry.

“Cat got your tongue Cajun?” She stutters out instead. “Or are ya gonna keep goin’?” She can’t see his face, but she can practically feel him smile. His hands move to hover lower, this time above her hips.

“After your tits are nice and ready, I’d kiss down your body, worship it the way it deserves.” There’s a chilling sincerity to his words Rogue doesn’t quite have the mental fortitude to process right now. They’ll come back to haunt her the next night she feels too alone though, she knows that for sure. “By then your cunt will be all nice and wet, positively aching for lil old me.”

“Little?” She can’t help it, he set her up perfectly. Remy pauses, breathing heavy against her ear. Rogue shudders.

“Trust me, cherie, I don’ mean it like that.” Then it happens, the slightest graze of his bulge –– the one most definitely straining against his pants –– against her ass, and she lets out a wanton moan into the darkness of the kitchen. Fuck, he really didn’t mean it like that. He chuckles, dark and heady. “Told ya. As I was sayin’...”

She hates him. She hates how wet she is right now, how he has her fluttering and pulsing around nothing, her clit throbbing with need, her hips grinding against the air. He’s making a mess of her without moving a single finger, just the sound of his voice and his downright filthy fantasies.

“I’d let you be on top, of course. I know how you like to take charge, and I’d love to see you bouncing on my cock.” Rogue’s teetering on the edge of something dangerous, her hands cupping her own breasts just to take the edge off –– because shoving them down her jeans and under her panties would mean Remy would win. She shudders as her thumb swipes up and down over her nipples. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about it, Roguey, you above me, tits and ass bouncing as you ride me. I’d savor every goddamn second of it, if you let me.”

Rogue can picture it in her mind, feel it in her bones. She’s so close to something, and it’s driving her absolutely mad.

“And then all it would take is one swipe of my thumb over your clit and you’d explode,” His voice is rougher now, and she thinks he might be palming himself over his pants, she wants nothing more than to turn around and watch, but any sudden movement might shatter this moment for good. “Come for me, mon coeur,” He rasps in her ear.

Rogue does.

Hard.

It’s the most intense orgasm of her life and he didn’t even touch her. Hell, she barely even touched herself, but it roars through her body like a tidal wave. She damn near collapses against the counter, but Remy catches her and holds him against his chest as her legs turn to liquid and her muscles spasm with pleasure. Finally he’s touching her, careful to keep any possible bare skin from keeping contact.

Once she comes to her senses Rogue quickly scrambles out of his embrace, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. Did that really just happen? Lord knows how unbearable he is already, but this…this will most definitely make it worse. She turns to face him, steeling herself in preparation for the taunting that’s surely coming her way. Instead, she comes face to face with a look of sincerity that makes her heart burst. Remy doesn’t say anything, he just looks at her with a peculiar expression.

“G’night cherie,” He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, which is thankfully covered by her white bangs. Before she can respond, he’s gone.

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The battle they just won doesn’t matter, neither does the fact that their uniforms are basically ripped to shreds.

What matters is that they’re alive, and Rogue is oh so horny.

She always gets this way after a big fight, especially one where her life flashed before her eyes more than once. Something about the thrill of escaping death just does something for her. Not that her husband is complaining.

“Shit, Anna,” Remy huffs breathlessly as his wife pushes him against the wall the moment the two walk into their New York apartment.

“Sorry, sorry,” She replies in between ravaging his neck. She means it, sort of. All is forgiven though when her teeth nip at the pulse point on his neck and Remy moans far louder than he meant to.

What’s left of their uniforms are quickly gone, scraps of fabric littering the floor of the foyer. Rogue can’t keep her hands off of him, bare hands drinking in the bumps and bruises of his skin. It’s a luxury she’s never once taken for granted. Their kisses are rough and clumsy, teeth clattering and tongues slipping as if they were two teenagers barely able to restrain themselves instead of married adults.

“Bed?” Remy pants at one point once the fog clouding his head clears slightly and he realizes where this is going. She shakes her head.

“Too far.”

“Couch?”

“We just got it, don’t wanna break it already.” She has a point.

Remy finds the strength in him to swap their positions, pinning Rogue to the wall with her arms above her head. “Wall it is then,” He shoots her a smirk before lowering his head to mouth at her breasts.

“Fuck!” Rogue exclaims as Remy bites down on her hardened nipple at the same time his finger slides to part her slick folds. She feels him smile against the skin of her breast, clearly proud of himself. He teases her for a bit even though she’s already riled up, finger toying with her clit as he worshiped her tits. Her melody of moans and whimpers egg him on, a glorious symphony he’ll never tire of hearing. But there’s only so much Rogue can take before getting impatient. “Remy, please,” She hates to beg, but the emptiness inside of her is becoming unbearable.

He chuckles. “Whatever you want, ma cherie.” Suddenly she’s flipped so the front of her body is pushed up against the wall, while her ass is curved out to brush against his length. Oh, this will be fun. Remy lets his cock tease her entrance a bit, circling it but never quite pushing in the way he knows she wants. She’s wet, obscenely so, and it’s killing him not to just give in and take her hard and fast right there.

It isn’t until Rogue starts grinding back that he finally gives in.

They both let out a loud moan once he slips inside with a shallow thrust to test the waters. “God, Remy,” She whimpers, cheek pressed against the wall, “more.”

So he gives her more.

The pace they set is intense, the illicit sounds of skin slapping and Rogue’s wetness fill the apartment. Each thrust pushes Rogue further up the wall, the coolness of it against her breasts contrasting with the heat of friction of Remy’s pelvis against her ass. She revels in it, not caring if anyone else could hear her moans as she took her husband’s cock deeper and harder.

Remy thinks he’s in heaven. Sex with Rogue is always good –– it’s actually pretty great the majority of the time ––  but he loves when it’s wild and unrestrained like this, like it’s the only thing they’re capable of doing at this very moment. He loves the feel of her around him, warm and tight, especially in this position, fluttering around his cock with each movement. God, he loves her.

It isn’t long until he feels the telltale tightening of her walls around him that signals she’s close. Remy quickly snakes his hand around her waist and down to the apex of her thighs to play with her clit and help push her over the edge.

Rogue’s orgasam hits her like a truck. She knew it was coming, could sense it long before it happened, but once it hit it was a shock to her system. Her knees buckle as liquid heat courses through her body. It isn’t long after that she feels a different kind of heat, the heat of Remy’s spend, flooding inside her cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell, cherie,” He moans against her ear, voice tight. He presses a kiss to the back of her shoulder, steadying her against the wall as they both come down from their respective highs.

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When he first suggests it, Rogue nearly chokes to death on her sweet tea.

She wants to yell at him, call him a pervert or something, push him away. Instead all she can do is stare at him in bewilderment, wondering if she heard him correctly.

“I don’ need an answer right away,” Remy shrugs casually, as if anything about what he’d just said was casual. “Jus’ let me know what you want.” And with that he leaves without another word. 

Surprisingly, he leaves it at that for a few weeks while Rogue lets his words simmer in her mind. On one hand, it’s ludicrous to even mention such an act, much less seriously consider it. On the other hand…well, she can’t say that she isn’t at least curious. She’s big enough to admit she’s pictured it before, usually in the process of getting herself off, and if what he proposed was true that meant he’d thought about her during it too.

Maybe that’s why Rogue finds herself drawn to his bedroom door one night nearly a month after their initial conversation, hands shaking as they rap on the mahogany. This is stupid, she thinks to herself. He probably isn’t even awake––

The door opens to reveal one Remy LeBeau, nearly naked as the day he was born save for the towel slung low around his waist. He’s clearly just gotten out of the shower, still toweling his hair dry, because of course this is the state she’d find him in. “Hey,”

“Hi.” Rogue feels her cheeks flush as she tries desperately to look anywhere but the light trail of hair dusting his abdomen. They stand in silence for a few moments, both knowing what they want to say but somehow not quite finding the right words to. Eventually, she musters up the courage to simply ask, “Can I come in?”

They don’t talk about it, not really. All Remy asks is “You sure?”, to which Rogue responds with a “Definitely,” before taking a seat in the lone chair in his room. It’s pushed up against the wall opposite his bed, as if he’d set it up for this exact moment. Had he? She wonders. 

Remy opens his bedside drawer, grabbing some lotion and kleenex before moving to sit in the middle of his bed. The towel is still covering his bits, and she feels heat flare in her abdomen at the thought of it being removed soon. Lord, please forgive my curiosity.

“Just act like I ain’t even here,” She says as she watches him almost hesitantly begin to undo the towel. He quirks a brow at that.

“What’s the fun in dat?” And suddenly, he’s completely exposed to her.

The first thing that registers is just how big he is. Rogue tries not to stare too hard but it’s impossible not to. It’s almost infuriating, knowing he wasn’t just blowing smoke up his own ass this entire time. The second thing she notices is that Remy is looking at her, red-on-black eyes drinking in her reaction. Their eyes meet and a silent acknowledgement of understanding passes through them, that they’ve both wanted this moment for so long, circumstances be damned. It sends a shiver down Rogue’s spine.

“Show me what ya got, Cajun.”

He starts slow, pumping up and down at a snail’s pace, working himself up to full mast. She watches with rapt attention, catching the way his wrist flicked slightly with each upward stroke. Once he deemed himself ready, Remy sped up his motions. His cock was red and leaking now, and Rogue might’ve been a bit intimidated if she wasn’t so turned on. What she would give to be inside his head right now, reading his thoughts. Was he thinking of her? He had to be, why else would he have invited her to watch in the first place.

“What’cha thinkin’ about?” It comes out breathy, like she’s just had the wind knocked out of her. She leans forward in the chair and the pressure on her clit is heavenly.

“You,” Remy grunts. “Always thinkin’ ‘bout you, cherie.” He stops to slather his hand in more lotion before starting again, setting a much more fervent pace. Rogue watches as sweat begins to bead at his brow, lip caught between his teeth as he shuts his eyes.

“I think about you too, ya know.” The words tumble out without much thought. “When I’m…alone. In my room. At night. I pretend it’s you touchin’ me.”

“Fuck,” His voice is gruff is harsh –– it sends a shock straight to her core. “Tell me more, tell me how you touch yourself,” Remy’s hand is a blur now, and the sound of skin sliding against skin fills his room. It’s downright filthy, Rogue can’t help but love it.

“I usually start with my tits,” She slides her hands over them, thankful that she’d foregone a bra earlier in the evening because she’s sure he can see her hard nipples through her thin t-shirt. He’s putting on a show for her, wouldn’t it be right for her to put on a show for him? “Though I realize now that I don’t know if that’s where you’d start.”

“I’d start wherever you fuckin’ want me to,” Remy pants, eyes not leaving her breasts. His spare hand has moved down to fondle his balls.

“Then after a few minutes I move onto my clit, circle it for a bit.” Her admission elicits a moan out of him. “And once I’m well and ready, that’s when I start fingering myself.”

“Shit, I’m close,”

“I think about all the ways I’d let you take me, missionary, doggy, me ridin’ you, anythin’ and everythin’. I think about how you’d tease me, all the filthy things you’d whisper in my ear,” Rogue can’t help it, she grinds her hips down against the cushion of the seat as she watches Remy crest towards his peak. “I think about how you’d say my name when you come inside me,”

He breaks then, white ropes of cum shooting out and painting his bare chest. “Rogue,” He shudders, just like she’s pictured it.

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Remy LeBeau is known for his deft hands, and no one knows them better than his wife.

“God, yes,” Rogue moans as he curls his fingers in her cunt, brushing against the spot that drives her absolutely wild. 

“So wet for me, cherie,” Remy whispers in her ear as his thumb comes up to swipe against her clit. She’s close to her release, he can feel the way her walls are fluttering around his digits.

“Remy…” She bucks against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers desperate to be pushed over the edge. He chuckles, damn if her neediness doesn’t turn him on. “Fuck!” She whimpers as the hot coil in her abdomen lets loose and she contracts around him, her orgasm violently crashing through her system.

Remy doesn’t remove his fingers right away, instead letting her ride out her high on them. He loves feeling her around his fingers almost as much as he loves her coming on his cock. It’s a skill he prides himself on, being able to unravel her this way. Not a lot of men could do the same, or so he’s been told.

He does eventually pull his fingers out when she’s nice and relaxed, but as he goes to wipe them off on the washcloth next to the bed, Rogue grabs his wrist to stop him. “I wanna try somethin’,” She whispers, looking up at him through thick lashes. Blush still dusts her cheeks and her breasts still heave from labored breaths.

She’s the most beautiful thing Remy LeBeau has ever seen.

“Whatever you want.” He’d do anything she asked. Only she doesn’t ask him for anything, not really. She just guides his wrist toward her face, tongue darting out to lick her lips before softly pushing his filthy fingers into her mouth.

Did he die? Is this heaven? It must be, because why else would this be happening right now. His wife’s hot, wet, little mouth sucking on his come drenched fingers, tasting herself on him. “Jésus-Christ,” Remy lets out a breath. Rogue’s green eyes stay locked with his red-on-black as her tongue swirls around his digits. God, as if he wasn’t hard enough already.

She releases him with a simple pop, a string of saliva still connecting the tip of his middle finger to her lower lip. “Tangy,” is all she says. “Thought it’d be sweeter with the way you talk about it.”

God above he loves this woman.

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One of Rogue’s favorite things about Krakoa is just how beautiful it gets at night.

The acres of untouched land –– from forests, to fields, to beaches –– remind her of the farms back home, where if you went out far enough you’d know you were the only person around for miles. It was a nice change from the hustle and bustle of New York, though she’d grown to think of the city as her home as well. So when Remy asks her to join him on a walk through one of the more secluded forests on the island, she jumps at the chance.

“It’s beautiful out tonight,” Rogue sighs dreamily as they walk hand in hand past the vibrant trees and overgrown foliage.

“Always a beautiful night with you, ma cherie,” She rolls her eyes.

“You ever get tired of bein’ your charmin’ self, Cajun?”

“Never.” She nudges him teasingly with her shoulder.

About an hour into their walk, the pair come across a meadow. It’s gorgeous, like something out of a renaissance era painting with large, willowy trees and dainty multi-colored flowers springing out from the dewy grass. “Oh wow,” Rogue gasps, leaning down to pick a flower with red and purple petals, tucking it behind her ear. “How come I never knew this place was here?”

“It’s about thirty minutes off the usual path people take,” Remy shrugs. “I found it yesterday and thought you’d like to see it.”

“Well, congratulations Remy because you were right for once.” She beams before pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

Well, she intended for it to be a sweet kiss.

He just tastes so good, lips warm and salty from dinner against her own, and this gesture was so thoughtful…she might’ve gotten carried away once her tongue slipped into his mouth. Their kisses turn desperate and needy fast, soft moans filling the night air. It’s addictive, he’s addictive, Rogue never wants this moment to end.

“Lay down,” Remy mutters into the curve of her neck, nipping his teeth against her skin gently. Her eyes shoot open in surprise. Was he really suggesting…

“Here?”

“There’s no one around for miles,” Another nip, this time against her pulse point. That’ll definitely leave a bruise tomorrow. “And there’s nothin’ I want to do more right now than to eat my wife out.”

Well, she can’t argue with that logic.

They break apart so Rogue can get situated on the ground, wiggling around in a very unsexy manner trying to find a comfortable position. She thanks her past self for choosing to wear a flowy dress tonight instead of pants, hiking the skirt up to her midriff to give Remy full access to her panties-covered cunt. The ones she wore tonight were light blue and embroidered with little lace flowers.

“Magnifique,” Remy drops to his knees in front of her, placing delicate kisses to each of her knees before parting them. He takes his time making his way down her thighs, kissing and biting at her pale flesh, working her up so that the cotton of her panties turns a dark blue from her wetness by the time he reaches the apex of her thighs. He smirks to himself. “Always so wet for me, aren’t you cherie?” He swipes a finger over her still covered cunt and she can’t help but let out a whimper.

“Please,” Rogue whispers, bringing a hand up to paw at her breast through her dress. She hates how easily he can rile her up sometimes, but right now all she needs is relief from the aching feeling in her core.

The bastard leans down and mouths at her through her panties.

The moan she lets out is embarrassing considering he wasn’t touching her directly, yet his teasing still causes a bolt of lightning to shoot down her spine. She arches her back, trying desperately to grind against his face for more friction. “Slow down cherie,” He murmurs into her thigh, fingers hooking into the elastic of her likely ruined panties. “Let’s get you outta these.”

He slides her underwear off easily, shoving them in his back pocket before diving back in to lap at her bare cunt. Rogue damn near howls, extremely thankful that no one was close enough to hear her. She’s always teased Remy about his ‘silver tongue’, the way he can talk his way out of anything and everything –– she once joked he could even talk himself out of a deal with the devil –– but she knew firsthand that talking wasn’t all that tongue of his is good for. He swirled it around her hardened clit, tracing poetry against her drenched core like it was his damn job. Her fingers twine into his hair, grasping at his scalp and begging him to keep going, keep hurdling her towards that peak.

“Remy,” She pants, arching her back.

The grass is wet and a bit uncomfortable beneath her bare legs, and it’s most definitely soaking through the upper part of her dress,  but Rogue couldn’t give less of a damn. Her toes curl against the dirt as Remy inserts one finger, then another into her cunt. She’s almost there, grinding her clit against her husband’s nose as his tongue laps at her labia and he fucks her entrance with his fingers.

All it takes is one brush of his digits against that hard to reach spot inside her coordinated with a well timed lick and stars burst behind her eyelids as she comes with a shriek. It’s overwhelming, the pleasure coursing through her body as Remy continues to pump his fingers as she rides her high, she almost can’t take it. But somehow she does.

When her heart rate returns to normal and her vision stabilizes, Remy pulls out of her with a pop, licking his fingers clean of her pleasure. Rogue bites her lip.

“Count that as two good ideas you’ve had tonight, sugar.”

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The silk blindfold is cool against his eyes, blacking out the world around Remy.

“Doin’ okay, sugar?” A soft voice asks somewhere to the left of him. His wife, his heart, his cherie. They’re doing something a bit different but not unfamiliar tonight, after all spicing things up in the bedroom is good for a marriage. Remy nods. “Need ta hear ya say it, Rems.”

“Feelin’ great, Anna.” There’s no need for codenames tonight.

“And you’re gonna tell me if that changes, right?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” The sudden warmth of a hand on his bare chest startles him a bit, but he relaxes once she starts moving it up and down, mapping his upper body with it. “So good for me, Remy.” He melts under her touch, her praise. He wants nothing more than to be the best version of himself for her, both in and out of the bedroom.

Eventually her hand moves lower, inching towards his half-hard cock. He doesn’t hold back the soft moan at the feeling of her wrapping her hand around it, pumping up and down leisurely to help grow his erection. “Such a nice cock,” Rogue damn near coos in his ear. “So thick and big, I can’t wait to fuck myself with it.” There’s a dip in the mattress next to him, and Remy feels the heat of her radiating against his pelvis and her knees bracket his hips. “It’s a shame you can’t see the way I’m playin’ with myself right now, getting all wet and ready for you.”

Remy’s hips involuntarily buck up into her at the feeling of her warm, wet cunt sinking down onto him. “Oh!” Rogue gasps, steadying herself with her arms on his chest.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t worry baby,” He feels her run a hand through his hair. “You’re just excited. So am I.”

Rogue starts slow, taking her time sliding up and down his cock. She lets out a few sultry moans, swiveling her hips every other thrust against him. What Remy wouldn’t give to see her face right now, the shape of her pert little mouth, her half hooded eyes. Instead, he has to use his imagination, pull from the hundreds of other times they’ve done this. He eventually starts thrusting up as her hips slide down to meet her.

“Oh, Remy,” Her manicured nails dig into his chest, the stinging sensation mixed with the way her walls flutter around his cock driving him mad. He lets out a growl of frustration. “Shhh, don't worry,” Rogue whispers, “I’ll start goin’ a bit faster, okay?” All Remy can do is nod as she begins to bounce on his cock in earnest.

She had never felt this good around him before, maybe it’s because the deprivation of his sight means the rest of his senses, including touch, are heightened. The slapping of skin against skin mixed with their moans and grunts ring throughout their bedroom. Remy wonders how her tits look right now, probably jiggling from the force of each thrust of her hips against his. He wants to reach out and feel them but restrains himself on the off chance he accidentally ends up punching her in the face.

“I’m so close sugar,” Rogue moans, grabbing his wrist to guide his hand to her clit. “Please help me come,” He does as she asks, as he always does. He doesn’t need his sight to know how to circle her hard clit, using just the right amount of pressure to feel her walls constrict around him.

With one final thrust she’s reached her peak, and Remy is close behind her. He spills inside her, balls tightening and toes curling as her cunt tightens around his cock in a vice grip. Rogue collapses against him, mouth kissing at his throat as he continues to come inside her. His spend is surely leaking out of her right now and making a mess of the comforter. He can’t really find it in himself to give a damn.

Once they’re both thoroughly sated and their breathing has returned to normal, he feels Rogue reach up to untie his blindfold. “Let’s get this thing off,” She whispers. “I wanna see your eyes again.”

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“I miss ya, sugar.” Rogue sighs as she traces his face with her finger against the computer monitor.

“I miss you too, mon coeur,” Remy’s voice comes out a bit tinny through the desktop speakers, but his longing still came through clear as day. This was the longest they’d been apart since getting back together almost two months ago, with Remy having to deal with a situation back in New Orleans and Rogue dedicating all her spare time to helping Kitty and her team. It wasn’t a fun situation, especially not when things had finally been going so well between the two of them, but the nightly video chats have been helping to ease the pain.

But tonight something is different, Remy’s red-on-black eyes have been fixated on the lower part of his screen instead of the camera like normal. She glances at herself in the lower corner of the screen, noticing how the thin strap of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulder, causing the neckline to scoop lower than intended. She flushes, realizing it’s her cleavage that has her boyfriend so transfixed. Horny bastard, She thinks, but there’s little malice behind her words. There’s a chance they could have fun with this.

“So,” She leans forward slightly, which just so happens to push her breasts together. Rogue watches his Adam's apple bob with a smirk. “What’re your plans for the rest of the night?”

“Uh,” He stops, eyes wide. This was perfect, she has him exactly where she wants him. “I’m just gonna chill for a bit, been a long week.”

“A hard week too I bet,” God, if it were any other day Rogue would’ve rolled her eyes at her own behavior, but tonight she just wants to have fun with him. “I know I’ve had one.” She sticks her tongue out and runs it along her lower lip.

“Cherie, what are you––”

“You know what I’m gonna do tonight? I think I’ll draw myself a nice hot bath.” Rogue shifts her shoulder which just so happens to knock her other strap off as well. Her nightgown now barely covers her pebbling nipples. “Get myself nice and sudsy and wet.”

Remy’s face is beet red, a rare sight as usually it’s the other way around. What can she say, she’s learned her dirty talk from the best in the business. “Remember back in Valle Soleada?” She asks as innocently as possible. “When we used to take baths together.”

“How could I forget,” Remy’s voice is breathy. God, she wishes she could see just how hard he is right now.

“And that one time where you leaned me over the edge of the tub and just railed me ‘til the water got cold?” Water had splashed everywhere, the rug they’d had next to the tub was never fully dry again. Still, it was a memory she never quite got over. One that often came to mind during the times when she was alone in the middle of the night.

“Fuckin’ hell cherie, you tryin’ to kill me?” His right arm was moving slightly, and she wonders if he’s palming himself already. She bites her lip to suppress the giggle rising in her throat.

“Naw Cajun, just reminiscin’,” A wicked idea pops in her head then. “Hold on a sec, I need ta grab somethin’.” She purposefully sways her hips as she walks out of frame to open her nightstand, careful to hide the bright pink dildo as she pulls it out. Rogue doesn’t miss the way her tits bounce as she sits back down, checking herself out on the monitor. She looks damn good and she knows it, the perfect image of seduction. “Speakin’ of reminiscin’...” 

Remy’s jaw goes slack as she pulls out the sex toy. Years ago, back when their flirtation had just started, they’d used this exact one before as a way to get around her mutation. She hadn’t told him she’d kept it though. “I-- I didn’t know you still had dat.”

“Sure do, sugar. Was thinkin’, maybe I could use it tonight after my bath.” Rogue licks a stripe up the toy and Remy groans. “Just like old times.”

“Jésus putain de Christ, Rogue,” His arm starts moving faster. He’s definitely touching himself now.

“Show me,” is all she says. He angles his laptop down to give her the perfect view of his crotch. His fly is undone, hard leaking cock out and bobbing against his thigh. Something dark in the pit of her belly sings at the sight. “Good boy,” Her words elicit another groan out of him.

She decides it's only fair to give him a view too, so she angles the webcam down so her face is out of frame, giving him the perfect view from her shoulders to her thighs. “Shit, cherie,” Remy grunts, hand fisting around his cock and beginning to pump. “You’re drivin’ me crazy,”

“That’s the plan,” Rogue smiles even though he can’t see it. She lifts her hips to bunch up the bottom of her nightgown, which has now completely fallen down her chest, around her hips, spreading her legs wide to show him not only that she’s wet, but that she hasn’t been wearing panties this entire time. 

“Fuckkkk…” She grabs the dildo and begins teasing her entrance with it. It’ll be a tight fit from this position, but she’s wet enough that it slides inside with minimal resistance. Rogue moans at the sensation of finally being full, walls fluttering around the pink silicone. “You’re takin’ it so well, Rogue,” Remy pants fill her bedroom. “Almost as well as you take my cock.” He’s fighting back now, twirling words together with his filthy tongue as he jacks himself off to the sight of her.

“It doesn’t compare,” Her voice is breathier than she’d like it to be, but that’s the side effect of turning the vibrating effect of the dildo on. “Nothing has ever compared to how you fuck me,” It’s the truth, and he knows it.

“If I was there right now you wouldn’t need that thing,” His hand is a blur now. “I’d bend you over that fucking desk and take you the same way I did in that tub. Pound you until you’re a blubbering mess and your ass is sore from the way I spank it with every thrust. I wouldn’t stop until you’d come around my cock at least twice, and then, right as you’re on the edge of your third orgasm, I’d pull out and finish all over your bright red ass.”

Good. Fucking. Lord.

She comes around her dildo so loudly she worries her neighbors will file a noise complaint. Her orgasm shudders through her with a force so intense she nearly blacks out as liquid heat pulses through her body. Remy’s a goner not long after, his come splattering against his plain black t-shirt. Her name tumbles from his lips like a prayer as he finishes.

Once they’ve both come down from their respective highs, Rogue slips the dildo out and readjusts her nightgown to cover her tits. She angles the webcam so her face is back in frame and Remy does the same, a dazed smile on his lips at the sight of her.

“That a chill enough evenin’ for ya?”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you Anna Marie?”

“You have,” She smiles, “But I’d love to hear it again.”

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This is very, very wrong. Rogue thinks to herself as she presses her bare breasts against the cool glass of one of the floor-to-celing windows. 

Their hotel room was only on the second floor, meaning that if anyone from the resort was to walk by on the path below they’d get a perfect view of her being fucked against the window by her husband. The thought of it terrifies her, but it also sends a thrill down her spine.

“You ready, cherie?” Remy asks, his hand putting pressure between her shoulder blades in order to keep her against the glass. It’s not so severe though that she won’t be able to break free if needed. All she can do is nod, words lodged in her throat.

He slips his cock in easily, and she can’t help but moan at the delightful stretch of him inside her. He sets a slow pace, lazily pushing in and out as she begins to grind back against him. This is what they’ve been doing for most of their second honeymoon in Mexico, doing touristy shit by day and making love by night. A nice upgrade from their first one.

After a few minutes of lazy thrusting, Remy starts speeding up, the sound of his hips smacking against her ass filling the hotel room. It’s downright filthy, Rogue loves it. She opens her eyes to gaze out at their beachfront view, the moon high in the night sky, reflecting on the crashing waves. Then, a sudden movement below makes Rogue tense in fear.

“Fuck, you were tight enough as it was,” Remy groans into her ear.

“Remy, there’s someone outside,” There’s an underlying panic in her voice, even as she lets out a surprised moan as he bottoms out in her with another thrust.

“So?” His voice is light, almost teasing. “If they see us, they see us.” Another trust that almost knocks the breath out of her. “Put on a show for ‘em, bébé.” His hand wraps around her waist and rubs against her clit.

All sense of control is tossed out the window. Rogue moans loudly, grinding back against him even harder as he begins to fuck her fast and hard. Each thrust of his presses her harder against the glass, tits sore and nipples hard from the constant stimulation.

“Harder,” She groans into the glass, watching as the unsuspecting passerby keeps walking past their room, not sparing a glance upward. Tears well in her eyes as Remy’s hips snap wildly against her, setting a breakneck pace that has her breath fogging up the window.

With one final thrust of his hips, Rogue’s orgasm blossoms inside her. She whines as heat courses through her veins, legs wobbly as Remy does his best to hold her upright. Tears stream down her face as she shuts her eyes and feels how her husband continues sloppy thrusts up into her until he comes too.

When she opens her eyes again, the figure below is long gone.

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There’s an art to sucking Remy off that Rogue thinks she’s mastered over the years.

She always starts with licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. It’s a classic, one that gets him nice and ready for her mouth. He’ll hiss through his teeth usually, occasionally let loose some words of encouragement. Then she brings her attention to the head of his cock, usually bright red and leaking at this point. She presses a soft kiss to the very tip of it, licking the pre-come off her lips.

What follows varies depending on the mood. Sometimes Rogue takes her time, wrapping her lips around the head and slowly taking him in her mouth and down her throat, inch by inch. When it goes this way she’s very cautious about breathing through her nose, eyes watering the deeper she takes him. At a certain point he’ll hit her gag reflex, and she’ll make a gargled noise that causes Remy to tighten his fingers in her hair and grunt.

Other times Rogue will waste no time shoving his cock down her throat, letting the tears spill over as she presses her nose to his pelvis. These are the times when she wants to feel used, be ruined as she lets her husband fuck her face with reckless abandon.

Whether she takes him hard or soft, it always ends the same: with Rogue sucking on her husband’s cock until he comes down her throat. She bobs her head diligently, fondles his balls when she feels him start to come close to release, moans around him so the vibration of her vocal chords shoots up his spine. He’ll tug on her hair, gently if she’s going slow, hard if he’s fucking her throat –– his breath will get shaky and his throat will bob until he shoots his load onto her tongue with her name on his lips.

She’ll drink up whatever he gives her, that salty taste becoming familiar during her years of regained control. Once she’s sure he’s finished, she’ll release him with a pop and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at him with teary eyes, mussed up hair, and the feeling of sated victory in her stomach.

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“They’re not too tight, are they?” Remy asks.

“Nope,” Rogue pops the ‘p’, tugging her arms against the headboard as proof. The handcuffs don’t slip, and there’s still enough space for her to move her wrists as needed without fully slipping out of them.

“Good. Now, remember, you can only come once you’ve gotten outta those, d'accord?” She nods a bit too enthusiastically. Remy has been training her on how to lock pick for months now, and this was his final test. After all, what kind of Queen of Thieves would she be if she couldn’t get herself out of a simple pair of handcuffs? These weren’t those sexy kinds of cuffs either, they’re the real deal from Remy’s personal collection.

“Enough stallin’, Cajun, and start eatin’ me out already.” Remy chuckles and obliges, pressing start on the timer on his phone before burying his face in her cunt.

It’s difficult to concentrate at first –– especially given that her husband was so good at the act of cunnilingus that it had her mind going blank for a second –– but she snaps out of it and begins picking the first lock. Rogue contorts her hands awkwardly but makes it work, trying to ignore the way Remy’s nose brushes against her clit at just the right angle. She works the first lock fairly quickly, hearing the telltale click of it opening around the three minute mark.

I am so gonna win this, Rogue thinks to herself, smiling as she shifts the lockpick to her newly released hand.

That’s when the bastard adds his fingers into the mix.

She lets out a squeak in surprise, the sudden fullness of his digits inside her tightening the hot coil in the pit of her stomach. Fuck, she’s close now –– too close for comfort. Rogue attempts to concentrate on the task at hand, determined to free herself from the cuffs before the five minute mark, but the stretch of Remy’s fingers fucking her while he swiped his tongue along her clit was too much.

“Fuck, Remy…” She moans, throwing her head back against the headboard. She’s so close she can practically taste her orgasm, the tide building up in her abdomen. Just one more push of his fingers inside her and then––

He’s gone.

Rogue lets out a whine at the loss of contact, tears welling in her eyes from frustration. She was practically teetering off the edge, hanging like a thread about to snap. “Not until you get yourself outta those cuffs, cherie,” Remy reminds her with a smirk.

Gritting her teeth, she twists the lock pick as hard as she can until she hears another click and her other hand falls free. Immediately she grabs Remy by the collar of his shirt and tugs him up, flipping their positions so she’s on top and his head rests against the pillows. Her knees bracket his head, glistening cunt hovering above his lips.

“This okay, sugar? I think I’ve earned my reward.”

“Damn right you have,” Remy responds before wrapping his hands around her thighs and pushing her down to grind her cunt against his face.

She rides him hard and fast, her orgasm quickly building up again. As always Rogue is extra careful not to crush his head between her thighs, but Remy happily laps at her cunt as she grinds her clit against his nose. 

“Oh, God…yes, just like that,” She whines as he dips his tongue into her entrance and starts to fuck her with it. It’s only a matter of minutes before she’s coming all over his face, throwing her head back with a cry of satisfaction.

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Sex with Remy is great, amazing actually, but sometimes Rogue’s favorite part comes after they’ve both reached their peaks.

“Here,” he murmurs as he brings a warm, wet washcloth to the apex of her thighs. It’s nice, and soothes the slight sting as he wipes their combined liquids from her cunt and upper thighs.

“Thank you, sugar.” She hums, reaching out to brush his cheekbone with her fingers. The soft glow of the lamp behind him gives an almost halo effect behind his head. Once he’s deemed her clean, Remy gets up from the bed to toss the washcloth in the laundry room, and Rogue can’t help but ogle his bare ass as he walks away. What, she can’t help it, he has a nice ass.

When he comes back he climbs under the covers with her before pulling them up to her chin, before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “G’night, ma cherie,”

“Goodnight, Remy.”

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They’d picked it out together at a seedy little sex shop in Hell’s Kitchen.

“Dis one’s nice, non?” Remy had asked sincerely, holding up the fluorescent pink eight inch dildo. Rogue –– who’s face had been beet red since they stepped into the shop –– bit her lip before nodding in agreement, adding the toy to her basket with the leather harness she’d picked out earlier.

Now, months later, the pair were finally putting it to use.

Rogue has to admit that she likes seeing him like this, with his face down and his ass up on his bed. She smiles to herself as she slathers the dildo, now secure in her strap-on harness, with lube. She’s never done anything like this before, but Remy promised her he’d prepped and stretched earlier in the day so she had to take him at his word. The last thing she wants to do is hurt him, which is the whole reason they resorted to this form of intimacy in the first place.

“Ready, sugar?” She coos, teasing his rim with the tip of the toy.

“I’m always ready for you, cherie,” Remy’s voice is slightly muffled by the pillows, but he’s still as charming as ever.

Rogue slips the toy –– her cock, the concept sends a thrill down her spine –– into him with ease, eliciting a long, drawn out “Fuck” from her partner. “Good?” She asks once she’s halfway in.

“Very,”

The pace she sets at first is choppy at best and sloppy at worst. She’d be embarrassed if she wasn’t so fascinated with Remy’s response to each thrust of her hips. It’s like it doesn’t even matter to him that she was so inexperienced. Is he really that sensitive? Or perhaps just the concept of her fucking him was enough of a turn on that her fumbling isn’t a concern. Rogue feels her cheeks heat at the thought just as he moans into the pillows once again.

“More,” She can barely make out his slurred speech. “I need more,”

So she thrusts harder, faster, until his ass is slapping violently back against her thighs. Remy’s whines egg her on further, the feeling of complete control over him electrifies her core. Rogue can’t believe she’s been missing out on this –– on him –– if she’d known pegging her boyfri– Gambit felt this way she would have pulled out the dildo a lot sooner.

“You like this, Remy?” The voice that escapes her is both her own and one of a stranger. “You like me fuckin’ you, ruinin’ you?”

“Oui,” Remy arches his back. “Je l'adore putain!” He’s close, she can tell by the way he’s trying to grind into the mattress. Rogue reaches around and wraps a latex gloved hand around his cock. With a few strokes and a well timed thrust, hot white ropes of come shoot out and paint the comforter. 

They’ll have to remember to put a towel down next time.

Remy collapses against the mattress, completely and utterly spent, and Rogue carefully slips the dildo out of his asshole. “You took it so well, sugar.” She whispers, running her fingers along the relaxed muscles of his back.

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Rogue is not a jealous person, at least she likes to think she’s not.

But marrying Remy LeBeau has really tested her patience.

It’s not his fault, he’s a natural charmer and has a habit of looking as good as sin most days, she doesn’t blame other women for fawning over her husband. What she does have a problem with, however, is their waitress’s unabashed flirting.

The “accidental” brushes of her body against his arm, the way she bats her lashes at him while pretending Rogue isn’t sitting across the table, her cute little giggles at every other word that comes out of Remy’s mouth. It’s all just a bit much in Rogue’s opinion. She’s trying not to let it ruin her evening, it’s the first date night they’ve had in months, and some harmless flirting from some college student shouldn’t get in the way of enjoying her husband’s company, but each time their waitress comes back (which is more frequent than necessary), something hot and bitter coils in Rogue’s stomach. The fact that Remy looks hot as sin doesn’t help matters either, with the sleeves of his wine red dress shirt rolled a quarter of the way up his arms and his hair tousled just right.

All that to say that a few minutes after Remy excuses himself to go to the bathroom, Rogue isn’t quite sure what possesses her to get up and follow him. Maybe she’s fed up with feeling like a third wheel on her own date, or maybe she just can’t stop thinking about the way his fingers gripped his steak knife, either way she knows two things for sure: she’s jealous, and she’s horny. It’s what some might call a lethal combination.

Remy’s washing his hands when she barges into the men’s room, not even flinching when the door bangs against the tiled wall. “I wasn’t gone dat long,” He smirks at her through the mirror. God, he’s hot, she can’t stand him. When she doesn’t respond his smile drops and he turns around. “Is everythin’ okay––”

She cuts him off with a bruising kiss, one they can both feel in their bones. She pours all her pent up frustrations and lust into it, tongue running along the back of his teeth. “Stall.” Rogue orders as soon as she pulls away. All Remy can do is nod and follow directions.

The bathroom is thankfully empty, meaning they can stumble into the first empty stall they manage to find while wrapped up in each other’s embrace. As soon as she hears the lock click shut she’s on him again, hands making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. She starts nipping and sucking at the base of his neck, smiling against his skin at the little noises that escape his throat. Her hand snakes down the planes of his abdomen to paw at the growing erection tenting his dress slacks. She starts palming at him to hurry up the process, which is when Remy pulls back slightly.

“You sure, cherie?”

“That girl’s been fucking you with her eyes all night, I think I deserve the real thing.” Rogue doesn’t give him a chance to react before sinking to her knees and unbuttoning his pants.

“Putain de merde!” Remy grunts as she licks a stripe up his cock, which is already leaking precome. His fingers thread through her hair and grip tightly as she slowly takes his length into her mouth, being careful to put extra pressure every few centimeters so her red lipstick will stain his skin. Mine, a primal voice within her growls. Once her nose bumps up against his pelvis she stops, careful not to gag around his cock, before beginning to eagerly bob her head. “Oh my–– fuck, Anna,” The way he moans her name sends a wave of heat through her cunt. She feels herself flutter around nothing.

After a few minutes she feels him starting to get close and tries to speed up her efforts, desperate to go back out to their table and face that annoying waitress with her husband’s cum on her breath, but right suddenly she’s yanked off his cock by her scalp. “Not yet. I wanna finish inside you.” Remy’s eyes are wild, his gaze should scare her, instead it just turns her on even more. “Get up.”

Now it’s her turn to follow orders.

Once she’s off her knees she’s quickly turned around and pushed against the opposite wall of the stall. The cool air against her ass tells her that Remy’s made quick work hiking up the skirt of her emerald colored dress. “De bâtard sitting at the table behind you wouldn’t stop staring at your ass.” There’s a loud smack, and the skin of her left buttcheek begins to sting. Her grip on the top of the stall wall tightens. Fuck, she loves it when he gets rough like this. “Wanted ta take you right there in the middle of the restaurant.”

Between how wet Rogue already is and her spit on his cock, Remy slides into her tight cunt with little resistance. They both moan far louder than they should, but at this point there’s no way no one knows what they’re doing in here. The pace he sets is hard and fast, and Rogue loves it. He whispers filthy little things in her ear about how wet she is for him, how he wishes the man leering at her could see just how well she takes her husband’s cock. When tears begin to well in her eyes it’s not from pain or discomfort, but from sheer overwhelming pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Rogue whispers, feeding into that primal urge from earlier. She needs so desperately to hear it from him, despite already knowing it to be true.

“Je suis à toi, mon coeur,” He answers without hesitation.

“Remy!” She gasps after a particularly deep thrust brushes the head of his cock against her g-spot. She’s close, barely hanging on to her sanity by a thread. Remy must sense this, because his arm snakes around her midsection and he brings his fingers down to brush against her clit. Between the stimulation of her clit and her g-spot, Rogue’s gone within seconds.

Her orgasm washes over her from head to toe, warmth spreading from her core and through her veins. She grips onto the stall wall like her life depends on it, desperate to hold herself up as Remy fucks her through it before reaching his own climax with a strangled groan.

Once they’re cleaned up and look as respectable as they can (which isn’t saying much), the pair decides Rogue should be the one to go out first. Not that nobody within a hundred foot radius won’t already know what they’ve been doing.

So she does, and saunters straight into their shellshocked waitress. Rogue gives her the most genuine smile she can muster before asking: “Could we get that check, sugar? My husband and I are ready to head out.”

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The mission was going smoothly, which in hindsight should’ve been a sign that something was about to go very wrong.

It’s the lab, they shouldn’t have spent so much time in the goddamn lab. But of course, Remy being Remy, he had to see what Sinister was cooking up, and Rogue being Rogue, she wasn’t going to leave him behind (no matter how much of a good idea it seemed like). For exes they got along well, great even in most cases, but it was times like these that the Cajun got on her last nerves.

“Stop dilly-dallying, we’ve got ta get back to the rendezvous point or else they’ll leave without us, and I am not flying your sweaty swamp ass home.”

“Relax, Roguey, it’s not like the team is gonna leave without their leader,” She hates when he’s right. Remy pulls out one of the many file cabinet drawers, shifting whatever was inside. Rogue watched with an annoyed huff as he continued to open almost every drawer in the room until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“C’mon Cajun, I’m serious!” This is when it all went to shit. She pounded on the side of the cabinets at the same time Remy pulled out the one closest to her, causing the specimen inside to clatter to the floor. It was a strange looking flower, tropical-like with bright magenta petals and an excessive amount of pollen that now covered the pair of X-Men.

“Merde,” Remy coughed, dusting the pollen off his shoulders. If Rogue had been feeling nice, she would’ve told him his hair was covered in the stuff too. Unfortunately for both of them, she didn’t.

“You better pray to God that this stuff doesn’t stain,” She grumbles, grabbing Remy’s arm and yanking him towards the exit. “I took the yellow outta my costume years ago.”

It starts hitting her on the plane ride back to the Institute.

At first it’s just a warm feeling that slowly spreads throughout her body that she blames on the air conditioning in the Blackbird being broken. Then, she starts to notice that she’s profusely sweating, and makes a mental note to call Forge or someone to fix the goddamn plane as soon as they get home. It’s not until her insides feel like they’re burning that she realizes it’s not the jet’s fault at all –– there is something very, very wrong with her.

Rogue turns and notices Remy seems to be in a similar boat, as he’s removed his headsock and yet his face is still shiny with sweat. Shit, she thinks, it must’ve been something from Sinister’s lab.

When they land, she wordlessly grabs his arm again and bolts straight to the med lab where she knows Hank is. After a few rounds of vitals and blood tests, as well as both of them recounting exactly what happened back at the lab, their friend gives them a somber look.

“I’m afraid this situation is more dire than it appears,” Rogue doesn’t miss the way Hank is avoiding direct eye contact with the two of them.

“Don’ worry Henri, I’m sure whatever it is you can cure us in no time.”

“That’s the thing, I’m afraid there is only one cure and I certainly am not going to be the one to administer it.” His cheeks are tinged with a darker shade of blue.

“We’re all adults here Hank, well, some of us are.” She shoots Remy a look. “We can handle whatever you tell us.”

“Well, here goes…” Hank clears his throat before looking up at the ceiling. “The two of you will have to have sexual intercourse within the next three hours or you both will die. Painfully.”

Remy bursts out laughing.

“Ok, ok, you got us. Now tell us what’s really wrong.” Dead silence. His face falls, his red-on-black eyes widening in shock. “Mon dieu, you’re serious.”

“Unfortunately.” Hank removes his glasses and rubs his eyes with his paws. “It seems Essex has created some kind of flora capable of…arousing a subject in order to increase chances of fertilization. Though it seems he hasn’t figured out a way to make the reaction stop without subjects engaging in intercourse, meaning that your internal temperatures will continue to rise until they eventually begin to break down and melt.”

“And we die.” Rogue says what her friend won’t. He nods.

“I wish there was something else I could do, but to figure out a cure might take days, if not weeks, and that is time the two of you simply do not have.” She lets this information sink in, a knot forming in her stomach at the thought of what she has to do. If she focuses hard enough she swears she can feel the lining disintegrate from the heat.

“Does it…do we have to…you know…with each other?” She feels Remy’s gaze burning into her cheek.

“No, it can be with anyone. And as a medical professional I hate to say this but I’d recommend whatever activities you do engage in be done without protection, it’s the only surefire way to stop the symptoms you’re experiencing. I have faith your birth control injection will be enough protection, but I recommend you come back and see me for further treatment once you’re done.” As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

“Well, I guess we’ve got some calls to make, sugar.” She hops off the examination table, desperate to be anywhere but here. Remy’s hand on her shoulder is the one thing that stops her from bolting through the door.

“Non, Rogue, this is crazy,” She meets his gaze finally, and the sincerity in his eyes hits her like a truck. “You shouldn’t–– let’s just go through this together. I just got my most recent test results back, I’m clean. I got you into this mess, you shouldn’t have to resort to trying to pick some guy up to save your life.” Rogue opens her mouth to argue back that the last thing they should be doing is falling back into bed together, but Hank interrupts her.

“Remy is right, Rogue, I have the results myself. Not to mention it will be faster if you two…you know, instead of having to call around for help.” They’re right, she knows it deep down, and the heat within her body is starting to become unbearable. She sighs and squeezes her eyes shut.

“Your room or mine?”

They pick Rogue’s room because it’s closer, and she suspects it's tidier as well.

She leans back against the door once they’re both inside, listening to the lock click behind her. There’s an air of awkwardness between them, the lingering knowledge of what’s to come looming like an incoming hurricane. Rogue tries not to think about the last time they’d been together, how neither of them had known it was their final time. Until today.

Remy wastes no time shucking his clothes off, and she tries not to let her gaze linger on his exposed abdomen. He has new scars. There was a time where she knew all his battle wounds as if they were her own, when she would trace them with her fingers during quiet nights in his arms. Fuck, this is going to be hard. She has to shut her mind off, has to focus on getting through the next few hours without dying. After all, sex with Remy has always been pleasing, unlike with her other boyfriends, maybe finally getting laid to save her life will be a good thing.

“You know we can do this with our clothes off now, right cherie?” Remy’s voice, slightly strained with what she recognizes as lust, breaks her out of her thoughts He’s completely naked and impossibly hard, cock bobbing in the air, looking at her expectantly. Shit.

“Oh shove it, swamp rat.”

“Talkin’ dirty already.” Rogue didn’t miss the chance to throw her bunched up top at him. The air is cool against her naked skin, but not cool enough to calm the heat burning within her. She can feel how uncharacteristically wet she is. Something dark and twisted in the pit of her stomach begging to close the distance between her and Remy, like she might die if she doesn’t touch him in the next few seconds.

It’s not an unfamiliar feeling, especially not during the early days of their relationship when they were powerless, but this time the dying part is true.

She’s not sure who moves first, but once she’s completely naked, they’re on each other like animals. Their kisses are unrestrained and almost feral, teeth clashing and tongues twisting together as their hands move to explore each other's bodies. Rogue feels him for the first time in years, and it’s almost like coming home. Her hands remap his shoulders, the muscles of his back, the tiny mole right above his ass. He groans into her mouth, holding her tighter against him, heat radiating off of their bodies.

The contact is everything yet still not enough. Rogue needs him inside of her desperately. “Remy,” She gasps as his lips begin to trail from her lips to her cheek and down her neck. “I need you.”

He growls into the curve of her neck, teeth sinking into her skin hard enough that she thinks he might’ve drawn blood. With one fluid motion she’s swept off her feet and thrown on the bed, head bouncing against the pillows. Remy towers over her, an almost predatory look in his eyes. She should be frightened, she should tell him to stop, but she isn’t, so she doesn’t. He leans down and slowly spreads her legs to reveal her glistening cunt. She’s so wet that even her inner thighs are slick with want.

“Putain de merde,” Remy rasps. Rogue knows him almost too well because she can sense he’s going to dive face first into her folds before he actually does, eagerly lapping at her cunt with a desperation she’s never felt before. Instantly her thighs snap shut around his head, holding him there as her back arches off the mattress and she lets out a long moan of pleasure.

The dark, gnawing feeling in her core sings at the contact, but it’s not enough, not even when he slips his fingers into her and begins thrusting as his lips wrap around her clit. “Remy,” She whines, feeling herself teetering on the edge. “I need more, baby,” The pet name slips out without a second thought. When her mind clears in a few hours she’ll be embarrassed, but right now she doesn’t give a damn, she just needs him to quell the literal burning desire overtaking her.

“Don’t worry cherie,” Remy murmurs into her cunt. “I’ve gotcha.” With a curl of his fingers, stars burst behind her eyes and she comes with a scream. Her blood boils, her core sings, and it’s almost enough. Almost. She’s crying when she comes down from her high, desperate for more, for him. This…thing heightening her senses is driving her mad, she’s never been so sexually frustrated in her life, and that’s saying something for a girl who wasn’t able to touch another living being for most of her teen and adult life.

“Shhhh,” He presses a kiss to her inner thigh, then turns his head and does the same to the other leg. “It’s alright, mon coeur, I’ll fuck you soon as you’re ready.” There’s an uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice, one Rogue hasn’t heard in many years. It comforts her more than she would like to admit.

He crawls up the rest of her body until they’re face to face, and it feels like they’re suddenly a few years younger, love struck and wild, having faced death and come back together stronger than ever. A small voice in the back of Rogue’s head wonders where those two people went, if they could ever love each other like that again. He leans down and captures her lips in a kiss that’s almost too sweet, as if he’s remembering their past selves too.

Remy’s cock slips into her aching cunt easily, as if he was perfectly molded to fit her. They both groan at the contact, finally feeling some relief after hours of build up and discomfort. His first thrust is slow, almost cautionary, as if he’s waiting for her to tell him to stop. Rogue instead brings her legs up to wrap around his waist, pulling him into her further.

“Let go, Remy,” She whispers into his ear. “Make me your’s.”

He does.

What started as slow and sensual quickly becomes fast and rough as they both release their inhibitions and let their heightened states of arousal take over. Remy fucks her with abandon, hips snapping against her with a fervor neither have felt before. Rogue grinds right back against him, the sound of her slick and his thrusts filling the room with a downright sinful symphony.

“Fuck, you’re better than I remember,” Remy confesses, hand moving to play with her tit the way he knows she likes it. “Tighter too,”

“Been a while,” She pants, biting her lip as his thumb rolls over her nipple at the same time as a particularly rough thrust.

“Dieu, I still think ‘bout you sometimes,” His breath is hot against her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. “The way I used to make you scream my name, how your perfect tits would bounce while you’d ride me,” A lick along her throat. “That time you let me fuck your ass,” She clenches around him, a wave of memories flooding her with each word of his. “Merde,”

“I think about you too,” Rogue should stop talking before she admits something truly embarrassing. “No one’s ever fucked me the way you did,” And there it is. “I should hate you for ruining oral sex with anyone else.” She feels him smile against her neck, his thrusts stuttering slightly. When he asks her about it later, she’ll pretend she was too delirious from the pollen to remember. 

They’ll both know she’s lying.

“Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll start to think you miss me, cherie,”

“Please, like you don–– oh!” She cuts herself off with a gasp as his cock bottoms out inside her. Finally, after hours of nothing but emptiness she is finally completely and utterly full. “Remy,” It’s both a cry of thanks and a warning that she’s close.

His name against her lips eggs him on more than ever. With a few final deep thrusts she’s coming violently around his cock, toes curled and back arched. That dark feeling in her core explodes, and almost immediately she feels her body begin to cool. Tears spring from her eyes again in relief, and she babbles a string of curses and praise for Remy, thanking him profusely for making her come. His own orgasm follows a few moments later and she feels his hot seed fill her cunt. He collapses against her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, and she welcomes it.

As her mind clears, tears begin to well in her eyes for a different reason. I’ve missed this, she thinks, I’ve missed you.

Eventually he rolls off of her and rushes into her bathroom to grab a wash cloth. Rogue doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as he cleans her, wiping away sweat and cum from her inner thighs. “When you’re ready you should get dressed and go see Henri, cherie.” Remy whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

She should, but she doesn’t move to get up.

He crawls back into bed with her, a silent understanding hanging between them.

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She’s going to kill him.

Yes, she’ll jump over the table right in the middle of Scott’s lecture and strangle the Cajun to death. That’s a rather reasonable reaction to the delicious torture he’s putting her through right now. As if reading her mind, Remy smirks and suddenly the vibrator silently thrumming inside Rogue’s cunt goes up in intensity. Fuck.

She doesn’t know why she agreed to this in the first place, she just remembers that one morning about a week ago she came back from breakfast to find a brand new sex toy on her bed, with a note scrawled in familiar handwriting: I’ve got the remote. Rogue did the most reasonable thing she could think of: shove it at the bottom of her underwear drawer and refuse to acknowledge it.

Until today.

Today, she woke up horny and frustrated, and then Scott fucking Summers decided to call a meeting before she could do anything about it. That’s when the tiny little vibrator came back into play. Part of her was betting that Remy was bluffing, desperate to see the look of shock on his face when she told him she was wearing it and he realizes he’s been caught. The other part of her secretly hoped he was telling the truth.

Unfortunately, the second part ended up being right.

She’d casually walked over to Remy in the war room before taking her seat, leaning down to whisper only “Still have that remote?” and then sauntering away. When she sat down she reveled in his shell shocked expression, even if it had only lasted a moment before he controlled himself.

Five minutes later, right as Scott began talking, it started. Rogue doesn’t really notice it at first, the sensation is so faint, but then she watches as Remy pulls a small device out of his coat and clicks the top button and suddenly everything snaps into place.

That had to have been at least fifteen minutes ago, and now she wants to kill him.

Rogue is, to put it mildly, incredibly turned on, and unfortunately for her the Remy has been purposefully edging her the entire time. With each bump up of intensity, he’d lower it twice thirty seconds later. It’s driving her mad, especially the lack of attention her clit is getting. She’s resorted to sitting forward in her chair in an attempt to put some pressure on it.

Thank God Wolvie and Jean aren’t here, she thinks to herself. Logan’s heightened senses and Jean’s telepathy would’ve given her away instantly, and the last thing Rogue wants is Logan knowing anything about her sex life –– especially her sex life with Remy. Another bump in intensity, this time being the highest the vibrator has gotten so far. She grips the armrest of her chair with perhaps too much force.

“Are you quite alright, Rogue?” Betsy leans over to whisper to her. Shit. She glances over at Remy to find him holding back a grin, the fucking bastard.

“Just peachy,” She grits out between her teeth, forcing a smile at her teammate. Rogue is teetering on the edge of her orgasm, subtly grinding her hips down on her seat for extra friction. If Remy lowers the intensity even by one level she thinks she might cry.

Please, she mouths to him, tears welling in her eyes. He holds her gaze, eyes searing into hers as if they’re locked in a heated sparring match, as if she’s not the one at his mercy.

He ups the intensity to its highest power, and it takes everything Rogue has to hold back the scream fighting its way up her throat. Her orgasm shatters through her system, her bones melt and her flesh is set on fire. She clenches around the toy so hard she wonders for a moment if she might break it. She slumps back in her seat, spent and sated, eyes clearing to see Remy’s smug expression across the table.

“Rogue? Is everything okay?” Scott’s voice cuts through the white noise buzzing in her ears. 

“Yep,” Her voice is a bit too breathy, but she can’t find it in herself to care. “Just got a bit distracted, that’s all.”

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He had made a mess of her, ruined her even. Remy couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride at the sight.

Rogue, his love, his wife, with her legs spread, cunt leaking with a mix of her pleasure and his. Their sheets are probably going to stain, but he doesn’t care, not when she’s looking up at him with hooded eyes, sated but still hungering for more. “C’mon sugar,” Rogue whispers as her hand slithers down her abdomen. “You got one more in ya?”

Whatever his wife wants, his wife gets.

It doesn’t take that long for him to get hard again, especially when she’s touching herself so wantonly right in front of him. There’s a squelching sound as he slips his cock inside her, the mess they’d made earlier helping him ease in. It’s deliciously filthy.

The pace he sets is lazy, partly because their last round had been a particularly rough one and partly because Remy just wants to enjoy this moment while it lasts. The heat of her cunt surrounding him, the way her hips rise off the mattress to meet his, he wants to live inside of her forever, feel the way she makes him feel until the day he dies.

Rogue whispers praises in his ear the entire time, telling him how good he feels, how badly she wants him, how his cock was made for her. Remy eats every word up. He kisses her everywhere he can, licking the sweat from her neck, biting at her already red collarbone. They are one, connected in every possible way, a mess of fluids and sweat but neither of them care.

Their respective orgasms creep up slowly, building low in their bellies before bursting behind their eyes. Rogue comes first, cunt contracting around Remy’s cock in a vice grip. He was quick to follow, balls tightening and hips stuttering as he spills into her once more. He collapses against her, skin sticking to skin, breath heavy.

“I’m a mess,” Rogue laughs after a few moments.

“Let me clean you up,” He moves to get off of her, but her arms wrap around his neck, stopping him.

“Later,” She whispers, pressing a kiss to his chin. “Let’s let this moment last a little longer.”

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Look, Rogue isn’t so judgemental to believe that size is the only thing that matters, there are plenty of people out there with below average members she’s sure are great lovers.

Those just aren’t the men for her.

Take her husband, for example. Remy’s well endowed, a generous lover, and knows exactly how to work his cock in ways that drive her wild. Is it truly so bad that she prefers him to lovers past? Not that she tells him this, his ego’s already big enough as is. No, her preferences when it comes to size are her own little secret.

At least, they were.

Tonight, Rogue straddles her husband’s lap, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. They’d decided it was her turn to be on top, and two pairs of handcuffs keep Remy’s arms locked to the headboard. She bites her lip as she begins to sink down on his erection, her cunt gladly welcoming each inch of him. This is her favorite part about riding him, controlling just how fast he enters her. She loves to take her time, really allow herself to stretch out around him.

And boy, does she need to stretch.

It’s been a few weeks since they’ve had time to do this, and with Remy’s size and girth, it’s always best for him to enter her slowly, just as a precaution. Unfortunately, he can sometimes be the most impatient man on Earth. Rogue stops when he’s about four inches inside of her, which is maybe a good halfway point from him bottoming out, and his hips involuntarily attempt to thrust up into her further.

“Uh uh, Remy,” She tuts, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Remember who’s in charge tonight.” She swivels her hips in a figure-eight motion to further illustrate her point and he lets out a whine, but his hips don’t move an inch. “Good boy.”

It takes a few moments before Rogue begins taking him further again, reveling in the sensation of his cock going deeper and deeper inside of her. She loves this, the feel of him, she thinks she might even be addicted. He’s just so big, so filling. When he finally bottoms out she sighs in relief, raking her fingers down his bare chest. She’s never felt so full in her life.

“Gawd,” Rogue says as she moves to begin bouncing on his cock. “So big,” Good. She meant to say good, but in her lust hazed mind all she could think about was how lucky she was to have married a man with such an impressive dick. “Fill me up so well,” She continues to babble, slowly sliding her hips up and down. “Such a big cock, and all for me!” Rogue squeals out the last syllable as Remy’s hips thrust upwards.

“You like my cock, hein?” She opens her eyes to find his staring into her soul, a cocky grin on his face. “Didn’t take you for such a size queen, cherie.” Her cheeks flush.

“Well I–– er,”

“Don’t worry Anna, I won’t tell.” His voice is gruffer, his thrusts more intense. “Jus’ pleases me to know I’m big enough to fuck my wife the way she likes it.” She moans, cunt fluttering around him. Given that his hands are indisposed, Rogue is quick to bring one of her own down to toy at her clit, chasing that high that is swiftly building inside of her. Her other hand begins to play with her tits, rolling her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger. Between all this stimulation, the fullness inside her, and her husband’s filthy little mouth, she feels orgasm building to a crescendo.

“Look at how good you’re taking my cock, riding it like you were made to,” Remy’s hips snap against her, mattress groaning beneath him. “Come for me, Anna. Come all over my massive dick, the one you love so much.”

She does.

This orgasm feels different than most, maybe it’s because her secret is finally out, but when she peaks, she hits a new high. Rogue lets out a scream as heat explodes inside her belly, palms slamming down to rest on Remy’s pecs as pleasure overtakes her senses. His come fills her cunt moments later.

Once they’re both good and sated, Rogue begins the process of cleaning up and unlocking the handcuffs (not that Remy couldn’t undo them himself, it’s just the principle of the thing).

“Listen, about what I said…” She starts, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “It’s not…I don’t––”

“Shhh Anna,” Remy interrupts, wringing his newly-freed wrists. “I get it. It’s flatterin’, to be honest.”

“Remy, I swear if you let this get to your head…”

“I won’t,” He presses a kiss to her forehead. “It’s big enough as is anyway.”

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In the age of Krakoa, many things have changed for mutants. Some big, some small, and some that weren’t the first to come to most people’s minds. Like yeah, a mutant sanctuary and resurrection is nice and all, but Remy’s personal favorite Krakoan innovation is the 100% effective birth control. 

Particularly, that his wife had taken the Krakoan birth control shot, and they could say goodbye to a lifetime of condoms and the pill.

It’s thanks to that little innovation that he’s fucking Rogue into their mattress right now, hands gripping her hips as he drills into her. Her moans are muffled by the pillows her face is shoved into, but even then they encourage his thrusts further. He’s close, they both are, and the feeling of her cunt fluttering around his bare cock is only helping.

All it takes to push Rogue over the edge is some light work with his deft fingers over her clit and she’s a goner, a blubbering, babbling mess. It’s heaven, feeling her contract and squeeze around him. The tether within Remy snaps soon after, and he spills inside of her with a string of curses.

Of course, the pros of not using a condom is that his cum begins leaking out of her cunt as soon as he pulls out. It’s a filthy sight, her ass still in the air, giving him the perfect view of his work –– the glorious mixture of her pleasure and his seed slowly trickling down her thighs. Remy bites his lip to hold back a moan.

“Mind cleanin’ me up sugar?” Rogue’s voice, weaker than usual, breaks through his daze. He quickly obeys, scrambling to the en suite and grabbing a damp washcloth. Remy takes his time cleaning her, gently swiping at the mess between her thighs, erasing what he was just admiring. “Thank you.” She smiles sweetly at him once he finishes and she turns to lay on her back.

“Of course, mon coeur.” Remy replies with a kiss to her soft lips.

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There’s a mirror on their hotel room’s ceiling.

Rogue finds it a bit presumptuous. Sure, they were staying in the honeymoon suite, despite it not being their actual honeymoon (over the years she’s learned that Remy refuses to stay in a standard hotel room, no matter the cost. So it was either the honeymoon suite or the presidential suite, and Rogue had opted for the cheaper option), and sure, given what most people do in honeymoon suites, she’s sure there’s some people who enjoy the feature, but Rogue is certainly not one of them. The first night in the room she finds herself unable to sleep, staring up at her restless reflection with contempt. 

Stupid mirror, she thinks to herself, watching as she crosses her arms over her chest. It’s gotta be part of the reason I can’t sleep.

There’s a secret, very small, part of her that resents the mirror for a very different reason. Its placement implies something illicit, something Rogue wishes she and Remy could partake in but can’t. After all, they’re in Paris for a job, there won’t be time for any funny business.

On their last night in Paris, there is time for funny business.

It’s not Rogue’s fault, they’d just come back from a fancy gala –– the final part of the successful heist –– and Remy looks tragically delectable in a three piece suit. She thinks she doesn’t look half bad either. It seems her husband agrees, because the second they’re back in their room he’s tossing her onto the bed as if she couldn’t do the same to him.

“Je vais te baiser comme jamais ce soir.” Remy damn near growls, yanking his tie from his neck. He’s pent up, they both are. These past few days have been the most they’ve been together in months, and although their marriage is strong enough to survive the distance, there’s no shame in missing your partner…among other things. Rogue is quick to shimmy out of her tight red dress, soon laying on the bed in nothing but her little lace panties and matching bra. She hadn’t assumed the night was going to go in this direction, but she’d still dressed for it on the off chance it did.

Based on the look in Remy’s eyes, she made the right call.

He pounces on her once he’s undressed, suit thrown into the abyss of the half-lit room. He starts with her lips, kissing her as if he might die without her touch, before trailing across her cheek and down her neck.

“Ma bonne fille,” He whispers against her skin. “​​J’ai eu envie de toi toute la nuit.” Rogue loves when he gets this way, talking dirty to her in French. It happens so rarely, and usually only when they visit New Orleans and Paris, so she’s sure to treasure tonight.

Then it happens.

As Remy ravishes his way down her body, Rogue’s eyes flutter open and she comes face to face with herself. That damn mirror. 

She expects to be turned off, to shudder in disdain, but the sight of herself almost completely undressed, cheeks flushed and lips bruised, to be…not entirely unpleasant. It also helps that she can see Remy’s head inch closer and closer to where she wants it, lips pressing quick kisses to her abdomen.

“Please, Remy,” She begs the ceiling as his mouth hovers over her clothed cunt, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. He teases for a moment, nipping at her inner thighs, before moving her panties to the side and giving her exactly what she wants.

Rogue’s eyes squeeze shut and she arches into his tongue, moaning as he begins to work his magic. When she opens her eyes again the sight reflected back at her is almost too arousing to handle. Her, flush and writhing against Remy’s face, hair splayed on the pillows, breasts nearly falling out of her bra. Him, faceless in the mirror, a mess of auburn hair and strong limbs hunched over, mouthing at her cunt with unmatched ferocity. It’s filthy, damn near pornographic. 

She loves it.

He adds a finger, then another, and she moans wantonly, grabbing her breasts with her hands. She begins rolling her nipples between her fingers for extra friction as Remy’s digits begin to fuck her in earnest while his tongue laps at her clit. She’s close, a hot coil wound tight within the pit of her stomach, begging to be let loose.

“Remy,” She pants, grinding her hips against his face, begging to be pushed over the edge.

“Je suis là, ma chérie,” He grumbles into her inner thigh, fingers curling inside her. “Jouis pour moi.”

Rogue maintains eye contact with herself as she shatters into a million little pieces, her husband’s name tumbling from her lips. She’s never seen herself come before, and suddenly she understands why Remy loves the sight so much. Her hips arch off the mattress and her mouth falls open as she twists her fists against the sheets. The ends of every nerve in her body sing as she watches herself climax through glazed eyes, riding out her high against Remy’s obstructed face.

Rogue can’t help but find herself to be beautiful.

Remy kisses his way back up her body as she comes down from her orgasm, eyes still glued to the mirror above. When he’s face to face with her once more, she gets an absolutely wicked idea.

“Alright Cajun,” She smiles. “It’s your turn to be on your back, and be sure to watch the ceilin’.”

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Remy wasn’t quite sure what Rogue had meant when she’d said she wanted to “try somethin’ new” earlier today, but he hadn’t expected whatever she was talking about to have him laying face down, ass up on their bed.

Well, he had a small inkling that it would involve his ass, as she’d told him to clean and prep after dinner. But seriously, he didn’t realize she was talking about…well…eating his ass until he felt the press of her lips on his rim.

“Merde!” Remy groans into the pillow at the sensation of her tongue grazing his asshole.

“There better not be any, sugar.” Damn, she’s quick.

Rogue starts slow, softly licking and kissing his outer anus, testing out the waters and finding out just how sensitive Remy truly is. They’d done anal before, but have never been the type of couple that focuses on ass play all that much. With the limited amount of time they’ve had since losing their powers, they’d focused on more traditional methods of getting each other off. Pegging, while fun, was a thing of the past here in their Valle Soledad home –– a reminder of days when lack of touch hung over their relationship like the sword of Damocles. 

After she finds her rhythm, Rogue speeds up her ministrations. Remy gasps and involuntarily clenches his asshole around nothing, earning a giggle from his partner. “Didn’t remember you bein’ this sensitive, Remy.” She coos, fingers tracing patterns on the skin of his ass.

“Never had your tongue there before, that’s all.”

She hums, and Remy hears her hurl spit into the palm of her hand before he feels it on his hard cock. He groans again, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation of her tongue on him while her hand pumps his erection. It feels so good, almost too good to be real. Remy feels his balls begin to tighten, heat begin to rise in his belly. Rogue takes it a step further, flattening her tongue against his anus while bringing her free hand up to fondle his balls. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” He warns. That’s when his cunning little cherie does something truly wicked.

He feels the tip of her tongue pushing inside of him and damn near explodes right on the spot.

A string of curses in both English and French tumble out of Remy’s mouth as he comes all over his girlfriend’s hand, asshole fluttering around her tongue.

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Rogue likes living with the rest of the Excalibur team in the lighthouse, she really, truly does.

It is just very unfortunate that living with her teammates means they’re around constantly. Especially considering she’s a newly married woman who just wants to unwind with her husband some nights. Sure, they could always go back to their place on the island, or even their penthouse in New York, but there’s always a chance an emergency will pop up, and she would rather be at the lighthouse ready to fight than risk it.

This, of course, has put quite a damper on their sex life, because of course Rogue would be the only one not getting regularly laid on the mutant sex island. Tonight though, tonight is different. Betsy is out with Rachel, Jubilee is meeting with some of her old friends from the Massachusetts academy,  and Rictor is God knows where. Tonight, Rogue and Remy are completely and utterly alone.

Well, Rogue, Remy, and Shogo –– but he’s down for the night, so he doesn’t count.

Rogue sighs in contentment against her husband’s lips, giggling into his kiss as he lays her down gently against their bed. “What’s so funny, cherie?”

“You. This. Us finally gettin’ to do this.” Remy smiles into her neck, deft fingers undoing the button of her jeans.

“Been a while, hein?” A while is an understatement. Between moving to Krakoa, being under Apocalypse’s spell, and the aforementioned lack of privacy, Rogue can’t remember the last time she so much as touched him intimately.

“Too long, that’s all I know.” She lifts her hips off the mattress to shimmy her jeans off, and he takes the opportunity to undo his own pants. Within seconds they’re both naked, save for their underwear, quickly embracing once more.

They lay together on the bed for a while, making out and occasionally grinding their covered groins together, blissful to just live in the moment for a bit. But eventually Rogue gets antsy, and her hands begin to travel down from Remy’s shoulders to the hem of his underwear.

“Someone’s impatient,” He chuckles before letting out a hiss as her fingers dip into his boxers and wrap around his erect member.

“Actin’ like that ain’t the both of us.” She gives him a few quick pumps, making sure he’s nice and hard, before moving to remove her panties while he sheds his boxers. They’re back on each other in seconds this time, anxious to continue. Remy parts her folds with his fingers and finds her indescribably wet.

“Ma belle cherie,” He whispers, lips grazing her earlobe. “So ready for me.”

When he sinks into her it feels like homecoming. They both groan in unison at the sensation, Rogue’s nails sinking into his back as she takes him inch by inch. It’s perfect, they’re perfect, tonight is perfect.

Until it isn’t.

Because not even a full minute after Remy enters her, they hear the front door open, two voices fluttering up the stairs. Shit. It’s Betsy and Jubilee, both home from their separate outings. Rogue squeezes her eyes shut. Shit shit shit.

She opens her eyes again to find Remy staring at her, deadly serious. He lifts a finger to his lips, signaling for her to keep quiet. She’s about to ask what the hell he means when she feels him thrust against her and forces herself to choke back a moan. His hand comes up to muffle what does come out, and Rogue feels herself flush both from embarrassment and pleasure.

“We can finish what we’ve started,” Remy whispers, “You just have to keep quiet.” She cocks a brow, not a fan of his insinuation.

“I know you’re not sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’.”

“Please be serious, ma cherie,” As if to prove his point, he swivels his hips again, and Rogue lets out an embarrassing squeak in surprise. So what, she’s loud in bed! Who cares! “Normally I love to hear you, but tonight we’ve got to keep our reactions to a minimum, okay?” She nods in agreement, if only to get him to do whatever he just did again because it felt damn good.

Instead, he sets a slow pace, probably to keep the squeaking of the mattress to a minimum. It feels good anyway, and Rogue finds herself suddenly very aware of the noises she makes. What would normally elicit a moan or words of encouragement she discovers herself holding back, biting her knuckles as to not make a sound. It’s frustrating, yet also exciting, this fear of getting caught in the act. Not that she actually wants her friends to see this, she’d never live it down if Jubilee saw her and Remy in this position, but Rogue is finding the danger of it to be a turn on.

Remy slides a thumb over her clit and she mentally curses him in five hundred different ways as her legs tighten around his hips and her back arches. She’s close and he knows it. This is when the real test comes in.

After a few moments of precise thrusts and pressure on her clit, Rogue comes with her head tossed to the side, screams muffled into the pillow. Remy follows not too long after, freezing on top of her, too scared to make any sudden movement that might possibly make noise. They’re breathing heavily but other than that it’s possible they’re in the clear. Betsy and Jubilee are still in conversation downstairs, Shogo still sleeping peacefully upstairs.

“Did we really just make that work?” Rogue whispers. Remy places a kiss on her sweat-covered brow.

“I think we did, mon coeur.”

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“So good, Remy.” Her voice is like honey in his ears, her words send a shiver down his spine.

It’s no secret that Remy enjoys Rogue’s praise, perhaps a bit too much. In many cases all it takes are a few words of encouragement, a reminder that he’s a good person as well as a good lover, to push him over the edge. Some nights it’s more effective than others. Tonight seems to be one of those nights. She’s on top of him, breasts pushed up against his pecs as she leans down to kiss him. Remy savors the warmth of her, weakly attempting to rut up into her 

“Mhmm, remember to be patient.” Rogue draws away, shifting her weight back onto her thighs. He groans at the loss of contact. “Follow my lead and show me just how much of a good boy you are, okay, sugar?” He can only nod, too scared his voice will give away just how much he’s enjoying her talking to him like this.

Her hips begin circling in a figure eight motion, slow and steady. “You feel amazin’,” Rogue moans, closing her eyes. If she feels Remy’s cock twitch inside of her, she doesn’t mention it. She leans back down, licking at his collar bone while her hips continue to swivel. “Taste good too.”

He knows what she’s doing, that this week has been harder on him than most. It warms his heart that his wife knows him well enough that she’s helping his self esteem in her own little way. Rogue’s teeth sink into his skin, hard enough to leave a mark that won’t go away for days. “My good boy,” She murmurs against his neck, hips circling faster as she centers herself on top of him again. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”

Rogue is bouncing on his cock now in earnest, eliciting a low groan from him as she rides it. Breasts and curls bouncing, Remy looks up at her like she’s an angel. “Fuck, you fill me so well,” She yells and throws her head back up towards the ceiling. She’s close now, Remy can feel her walls fluttering in anticipation around him. He is too, though he always tries to make sure she finishes first.

As if reading his mind, Rogue looks down at him and whispers: “Let go, Remy. You’ve earned it, my good boy.”

His orgasm hits him like a tidal wave.

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The term ‘uniform’ is an odd one in the superhero circles Rogue is a part of.

Most prefer to use ‘costume’ instead, ‘uniform’ makes it all seem more formal than it actually is. Plus, most teams don’t have one go to ‘uniform’, at least not anymore. Most heroes have a vibe or color and stick with it, the way she herself has mainly worn green throughout her superheroine career.

Her husband, however, is a different story.

Remy LeBeau has worn the same damn trench coat and magenta breastplate since he first joined up with the X-Men. Sure, there were a few months where he’d changed to an all blue getup, or the yellow and black outfit he’d worn during his time on the X-Factor, but those were temporary, the magenta breastplate is forever.

It stares at Rogue from its resting place in the closet, and she stares right back. It’s made from a hard, shiny material that looks like metal but is almost plasticy. How that man has managed to run around in this thing for over a decade baffles her. There is no way that thing can be comfortable, she thinks to herself. Unless…

Unless.

She has the penthouse to herself at the moment, it’s not like anyone is going to come over and catch her trying on her husband’s clothes, right?

Rogue quickly shucks off her hoodie, leaving her in a thin tank top and yoga pants, and carefully slides the breastplate over her head. It’s heavy, and made for much broader shoulders, but it fits. Sort of. She checks herself out in the mirror above their dresser, twisting and turning to view all her angles.

“Think it looks better on you than it does on me, mon cherie.” Rogue damn near hits the ceiling. She turns around to find Remy leaning in the doorway, hands fiddling with a new pack of cards.

“Jesus Christ Remy, can’t you give a girl a warnin’ before sneakin’ up on me like that?”

“Sorry, figured you’d be used to all my sneakin’ by now.” She rolls her eyes. “But I meant it, you look damn good in that thing.” His red eyes almost seem to be glowing as they rake over her body. The cards he was shuffling slip back into his pocket.

“Charmin’ as always, Cajun,” Rogue moves to take the stupid thing off, but Remy’s by her side in a flash with a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“Non, keep it on.” His voice is deeper, smooth like bourbon, it sends a shiver down her spine. He presses a kiss to her exposed neck. “I like seein’ you in my clothes.”

This is so not where she thought this was going. Then again, she’s not complaining about it.

Rogue turns to face her husband, pulling him down by his shirt for a kiss. What was meant to be soft and sweet turns heated quickly, and before she knows it they’re tumbling back onto the bed together. “If I’d known this was a turn on for you I’d’ve done this sooner,” She teases breathlessly, hand moving down to fondle at his growing erection through his jeans. He lets out a groan of pleasure before pushing her hand away to undo his jeans himself.

“Trust me, cherie, if I’d known this was a turn on before now, I would’ve told you.” His fingers hook into the waistband of her yoga pants, pulling both it and her panties down in one fluid motion. “Lemme show you just how much I like you in my uniform.”

As always, her husband eats her out like a man starved.

Remy is a self-proclaimed expert in getting her off, every movement, every touch intentional. Rogue lets out a loud and long moan as his nose brushes against her clit at the same time his tongue swipes against her labia. She tries to glance down at him, watch him at work, but it’s hard with the breastplate in the way. Stupid thing, she thinks. Stupid, surprisingly helpful thing.

He slips a finger inside of her, then another, and Rogue fears she might completely lose it. She begins grinding against his face, trying desperately to get his nose to rub up against her clit again, to feel those sparks crackle in her core once more. “I’m close,” She pants, toes curling into the duvet. Remy responds by curling his fingers, brushing against that spot that drives her absolutely insane.

She comes with a cry, hips rocketing off the mattress as her back arches up. It’s like a million little fires erupt inside of her as she clenches around his fingers. 

“I’m gonna think about this moment right now,” Remy starts, kissing her inner thigh. “The next time I wear that thing out in battle, all I’m gonna be thinking about is how it felt when you came around my fingers while wearing it.”

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Full. That’s the only word echoing in Rogue’s mind, that she’s never felt so full in her life.

“Feelin’ okay?” Remy’s voice is a thousand miles away, barely breaking through the fog in her mind. Somehow she’s able to muster the strength to answer with a simple “Yes.”

The vibration of the dildo in her ass feels…nice. Nicer than she thought it would at least. But the stretch of it combined with Remy’s dick in her cunt, it’s indescribable. She feels like she’s five seconds away from being ripped in half, and somehow it doesn’t scare her at all. He does an exploratory thrust, testing the waters, and every muscle inside her body tenses. She won’t last long, not like this.

“You let me know if that changes, d'accord?” She nods. “I need to hear you say it, Anna.”

“Yes,” Her voice is barely above a whisper, too afraid that if she speaks any louder she’ll come undone.

“Good girl.” Another thrust, this one more deliberate. The noise that comes out of her mouth is one of shock and pleasure as the movement of his hips shoves the toy deeper into her other hole.

“Remy,” It comes out high pitched and needy, but she doesn’t care. She needs him closer, harder. She needs him to make her come like she’s never come before. “Please,”

His hips thrust faster, the coil in her belly grows tighter, the steady pulse of the dildo remains the same. Rogue is seconds away from nirvana, she feels her impending orgasm in her bones. It’s a miracle that her body is still intact, that she hasn’t shattered into a million little pieces yet. She opens her eyes and finds his red-on-black ones staring down at her, a mixture of lust and awe in his gaze, as if he can’t believe she’s still in one piece either.

“I can feel it too, you know,” He says, voice strained. “The vibrations, at least. Feels so fuckin’ good. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Remy bends his head down to mouth at the pulsepoint by her neck. “Let go, ma belle cherie,”

Something inside of her snaps at his words.

It’s nothing short of a miracle that she doesn’t lose control of her powers as her orgasm takes over her body, or else she would’ve drained the life out of Remy right then and there. She clenches around both him and the toy still lodged inside of her, blood thundering in her ears. A string of curses and prayers tumble out of her mouth, babbling his name over and over as her bones turn to liquid and her muscles melt into the mattress. Remy grunts her name and spills into her, resting his forehead on her shoulder as he shudders above her. They’re both thoroughly sated and borderline overstimulated as they come down from their respective peaks.

The first thing Remy does is carefully slide the dildo out of her ass once he’s somewhat sentient again. Rogue lets out a whine of disappointment as both he and the toy slip out of her, suddenly feeling completely and utterly empty. She knows she’ll be sore in the morning, despite how well she’d prepped both of her entrances. Luckily Remy always makes sure she’s well taken care of after a particularly strenuous session like this. He’s quick to grab a warm towel, wiping her clean and soothing her aching muscles at the same time.

“I love you,” She whispers as he finishes, half asleep already.

“Je t'aime aussi.” He responds with a kiss to the crown of her head.

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Remy is normally a very patient man.

He has to be, it’s in his blood as a thief. He can spend hours meticulously cracking a single safe, or crouching in vents waiting for a guard to slip up during his rounds. Yet somehow waiting for his wife to come out of the bathroom after she’d promised a surprise has turned him into the most impatient man in the world. Rogue’s been in their en suite for hours, maybe even days. Remy knows it’s something to do with sex, or else she wouldn’t have told him to wait on the bed. His cock’s already half hard in anticipation.

Finally, after about a month of waiting Rogue opens the door, and Remy’s jaw hits the ground. She’s wearing this lacy little thing, with red satin fabric barely covering her breasts while the skirt is made of a more sheer material, showing off her matching thong. The top is what intrigues him the most, as the almost comically large bow covering her breasts implies he’ll be able to untie it later. The vanity lighting behind her glows above her head, glowing like a halo, as if she were a real life angel. “Mon dieu,” He rasps.

“You like it?” Rogue’s voice is unusually sultry as she slinks against the doorframe. Tonight she’s playing the part of the seductress, and Remy is eating it up.

“Like is an understatement, ma cherie.” If he wasn’t already at half mast before, he’s fully hard now as she slowly saunters towards him, hips swaying with purpose.

“Good. I bought it just for you.” Her cherry red lips spread into a smile. God above, he loves this woman so. He must’ve been a saint in another life to deserve her. She raises a knee up onto the mattress, crawling up the bed and towards the headboard he’s sitting against at a snail’s pace. Remy just about dies at the sight. From this angle he can see straight down her cleavage, and he can also tell that the lingerie she’s currently wearing is backless, showing off her perfectly sculpted ass. “Can you help me get your pants off, sugar?” She doesn’t have to ask him twice.

Remy gets up and shimmies out of his jeans at the speed of light, tossing them off into the darkness of their bedroom before hopping back into bed. Rogue giggles a sweet, sweet sound, before settling on her knees between his legs, head inches above his throbbing cock. Is she really going to…

“Is it okay if I suck you off tonight, sugar? I promise you can be as rough with me as you want, I can take it.” She licks a stripe up his shaft before he can answer, and he damn near loses it right there.

“Y-you don’t need to ask,” 

“I know, I was just bein’ polite.” There’s a playful glimmer in her eyes as she presses a kiss to his tip, pressing hard enough that her lipstick leaves a mark. He thinks he might die as she continues to kiss up and down his length, covering his sensitive skin in red lipstick. Remy tries his hardest to keep his eyes open, to hold her gaze, but she’s making it very, very hard, especially as she begins to take him in her mouth. The wet warmth of her is a welcome feeling, and he groans as her lithe tongue rolls against his member as she takes him inch by inch.

He fists his hands in the sheets as he feels the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. Part of him wants to move them to her hair, wrap her curls around his fingers, but he hesitates even though she’d given him permission to do as he pleases with her. Later, he thinks, when I’m closer to the edge. Rogue starts bobbing her head then, and suddenly his hands snap to grip at her scalp. “Merde,” he hisses. Her mouth is so hot and wet, her throat is so tight, it’s as if she was perfectly crafted to suck his cock.

She starts nice and slow, taking her time dragging her head up and down around him. The sensation of her around his cock is deliciously sinful, and Remy can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut as she begins to pick up the pace. “You’re takin’ me so well, ma cherie,” he groans, hands guiding her bobbing head. “Like you were made for this.”

He opens his eyes to find Rogue looking up at him through thick lashes, cheeks tinged pink. She winks, and like the temptress she is, starts bouncing on her thighs, shaking her perfectly bare ass for him. The tiny bow tying together her g-string resting between her cheeks has him biting his lip to keep from moaning. She’s sucking him in earnest now, her spit dripping down his cock as she gags around him. He feels her breath flaring through her nostrils onto his skin, her throat constricting around him, the hum of her vocal chords vibrating through him. Remy almost loses it right there, but suddenly she lets him go with a pop, only a single string of saliva connecting his cock to her lips.

“Anna,” he groans in frustration instead of pleasure.

“You ain’t usin’ me like I asked you to.” She tuts, crawling up slightly until she’s only inches away from his face. “I want you to use me, sugar. What else do I gotta do to show you that?” She bats her lashes, and he’s willing to do whatever she wants for the rest of his life. “Want me to beg? I can do that, beg you to fuck my face like you mean it.”

“Fuckin’ hell Anna,” Remy rasps.

“Please fuck my face, Remy. Fuck my face until you can’t take it anymore and come all over my tits. Ruin me the way I deserve to be ruined.” How the hell could he say no to that?

“Alright cherie,” He tucks a loose curl behind her ear, pressing a kiss to her jaw before continuing. “Go ahead and put my cock back in your mouth ‘nd I’ll fuck it the way it deserves to be used.” She doesn’t have to be told twice.

Before he knows it her lips are wrapped around the head of his cock again. It doesn’t take long for him to take a fistfull of her hair and begin thrusting up into her mouth, fast and hard like she’d asked for. “You like it when I fuck your face, huh, like it when your husband uses you like this.”

She hums around him in response, green eyes watering because she refuses to break eye contact, and he fucking loses it.

He fucks her mouth in earnest, hips snapping wildly as he feels his balls tighten and the pit of his stomach begin to tingle. He’s close, and they both know it. Rogue brings a hand up to fondle at his balls, tears beginning to fall from her eyes from the intensity of his thrusts.

Remy is quick to pull out as he feels his orgasm crash through him, careful to aim his tip at her cleavage like she’d asked. He paints the top of her breasts and the satin part of her lingerie with ropes of cum, her name tumbling from his lips as he finishes. He hopes it won’t stain, but part of him wishes it will. Once he’s done and sagging back against the headboard, Rogue crawls back up his body to meet him face to face, kissing her way up his neck before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Happy birthday, Remy.” She whispers in his ear.

Shit, was that today?

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They discover it by accident.

Remy’s eating her out, of course, and Rogue’s fingers card through his hair as she grinds against his face, caught up in the pleasure of the act. When he moves his tongue away from her clit, she forgets herself and tugs perhaps a bit too hard on his hair to move it back into place.

That’s when it happens.

Remy moans. Loudly. His hips involuntarily grinding against the mattress, searching for relief.

They both freeze, not sure what just happened, staring at each other unblinking.

She does it again. He moans again, feeling his dick twitch in his boxers at the sensation that borders right on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Fuck.

“Remy, are you…” Rogue trails off, in awe of the barely restrained lust clouding her boyfriend’s red-on-black eyes.

“Do it again.” His voice is dark. She obeys, pulling at the locks of his hair wrapped around her fingers, this time a bit less harsh. “Harder.” He sounds almost desperate.

“I dunno,” She doesn’t want to hurt him, or worse, rip out a chunk of his luscious brown hair.

“Please,” Who is she to say no to him when he begs?

This time is different, this time Remy grinds down against the mattress at the same time as she tugs on his hair, damn near howling at the combined feeling. It’s so intense he nearly comes right then and there, but he finds what little sanity he has left and is able to control himself.

“Keep doin’ that, d'accord?” Rogue nods, still a bit bewildered, and he buries his face between her thighs once more. Now he’s eating her out with purpose, an end goal in mind besides making her come. He watches as she writhes against his mouth, smirks as she keeps pulling at his hair every few seconds, not as hard as she did before but still hard enough to thrill him. He starts fucking her with his fingers, trying to help push her over the edge as he begins rutting against the bed, chasing his own release.

When she comes, she pulls at his hair harder than ever, and with one final thrust Remy feels himself spill into his boxers. Rogue cries out his name, cunt fluttering around his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of her. They’re both a mess by the time they return to their bodies, panting heavily.

“I’ll be sure to tuck that away for next time, sugar.” Rogue smiles down at him.