Homecoming

"Sugah - yes, ohhhh.  That's th'spot."  Rogue murmured, eyes closed and
squirming under Remy's light touch.  The agile thief kissed his way up
her thigh, till he met the reddish curls between her legs.  He tugged
on the damp hair gently with his teeth and smiled as she arched up,
rolling her hips.  Sliding his hands under her to cup her buttocks and
lift her up, Remy nosed at the wet curls, tonguing her clit, tasting
salt and slick excitement.  His cock gave an eager leap at the heat and
wet feel of her.

He played her until Rogue was moaning low in her throat, legs wide open
and her hands were curled in his long hair.   She stroked his shoulders
but didn't pull on his hair.  She never did.  Aching now, eager, Remy
moved up.

"Ready, cherie?"  He whispered, nudging the tip of his cock against her
cunt. Rogue's eyes flicked open.  "Wan' be in you, me."

"Mmmm - sugah - y'know I want it too.  Love you in me."  She stared up
at him flushed and beautiful, green eyes dark and hungry.  Remy, heart
melting, leaned down and kissed her.  Remy moved to kiss her ear with a
sigh, twisting his hips to tease them both as he rubbed the tip of his
pulsing cock against her wet opening.  Rogue moved, arching up, her
hands tightening on his shoulders as she took him in.

"Cherie- !"  Remy cried softly, twisting in her grip, gritting his
teeth as it loosened rather than tightened.  So gentle.  No one knew
it, but his Marie could be so - damn - gentle.  "Marie - ahh, cherie,
hold Remy s'v plait -."

Her hands slid down his back, settling on his hips to guide him, push
him, pull him like he was her own personal sex toy.  Heart pounding,
Remy arched above here, surrendering gratefully to her rhythm.  He
hunched over, never stopping the sweet, deep thrusts and stroked his
tongue over a dark nipple.  Rogue gasped and her cunt twitched around
him.   Remy whimpered, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, rocking into the
silk and heat and wet - wet so good - so good and beautiful and she was
moaning now, softly - hands tight on his hips - ohh - yes - Marie -

With a gasp, Remy rolled, bringing Rogue with him.

"Wha - ?"  Marie shifted, nearly loosing him.  Remy grinned up at her,
settling her across his hips.  Chuckled as Rogue's eyes nearly rolled
back as his cock surged deeper inside her.

"Mais - good, eh, Marie?"

"Ah, shit - sugah -"  Marie panted, head tipping back as she rolled her
hips, riding Remy's cock.  "Christ - let a girl know -"

Remy laughed wickedly and thrust up against the weight pinning him
down, Marie wailed, hands coming instinctively to rest on his chest.
Remy groaned, thrusting, blood rushing loud in his ears.  He moved a
hand to the Marie's clit, rubbing a thumb against her as she ground
against him.  Beautiful above him, the sway of her dark nippled
breasts, the muscles in her arms shuddering with pleasure and strain.
Her weight across his hips, and the heat tightening around his cock -
so close - he was so close - eyes fluttering closed Remy sank into the
heat and weight -  Marie wailed, suddenly, shrilly and pulsed hard
around his cock.

"Dieu!"  Remy shouted, bucking  once - twice and shooting into her.
Collapsed bonelessly back onto the rumpled sheets as Marie sank down to
rest on his chest.  He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her catch
her breath and stared at the dim ceiling.

"Marie -"  He sighed, closing his eyes.  She shifted to look at him
through a fall of red and white hair.

"You Okay there, shugah?"  She stroked his face lightly.  "You sound
sad."

"I love you."  He said softly.

Rogue sat up with a frown.  "And that makes yah sad Rems?"

"Non, cherie."  He murmured.  "Jus feeling sad, dats all.  No reason."

"Thought it was just us girls that got the post-fuck sorries." Rogue
said and settled against his side, pulling his arm around her waist.
Remy turned to spoon against her back, she snuggled close and he curled
protectively around her.  His back felt cold.

"I'm he'ah Rems.  I love yah.  I ain't going tah leave yah."

Remy nuzzled the fine red hair, smelling herbal shampoo and sex.
Closed his eyes against the afternoon light and tried to nap.

Rogue woke him as she slipped out of his room, though she tried not to.
Remy lay quietly while she dressed and left, closing the door behind
herself gently.  Rolling onto his back, Remy ran a hand slowly down his
chest.  Smooth, unmarked.  Not even a hickey.  Just the scent of her to
remind him that they'd even made love.  He curled his fingers, dragging
his nails down the smooth skin of his belly, his eyes closed and he
sighed.

He'd forgotten that he needed to - adjust - after he'd been forced to
leave Bella.  Everything had been so crazy anyway that it hadn't seemed
like much those first few months when suddenly - sex wasn't what it had
been.  Everyone had wanted to take care of him alright - but not the
way he was used to.  Those women had wanted to mother him.  Make him
happy.  None of them wanted to own him.  But he'd learned how wonderful
vanilla sex could be, with someone you care about and he loved Marie.
He did.  He just needed to readjust. And it was wonderful, the feel of
her, the scent of her, the touch of her hands and mouth and sweet cunt.
Soft, silky, sweet, hot.

Not hard, rough, demanding, wild.  Remy shivered and his hips shifted
restlessly.  Brutal.  The snap of teeth in his ear.  The bruising grip
of big hands, ruthless heat in dark eyes.  Remy's hand slid down to his
swelling cock.  The struggle and surrender to confinement, being held.
Being tied down, unable to escape.  Marked, owned.  Taken.

Eyes tightly closed, Remy jacked his stiff cock.  Thrusting up, teeth
sinking into his lip until he drew blood with a small gasp.  Twisted a
nipple between cruel fingers, choked back a cry and came all over his
belly.  Lay there, tasting copper and blinking drowsily.  Licked his
fingers clean, welcoming the familiar sour/salt taste.  He missed it.

2.
It was very quiet in the car and Remy fixed his eyes on the road,
cigarette clamped between his teeth.  Rogue, dressed in tight fitting
glittering red top and Chinese silk pants, was staring out the window,
wind tangling her hair.  He'd been stupid.  As usual.

It wasn't late but they'd cut their club date short when it became
clear that Rogue wasn't having a good time.

"Sorry, cherie."  Remy finally murmured when the silence got to heavy.
"Remy t'ought somet'n new be fun, eh?"

"Well, that's what yah get for thinking."  Rogue said then sighed.
"Nah.  I'm sorry, Rems.  Was just a strange place - never seen some of
that - outside the White Queen.  Kept on thinking we should be in
uniform."

Remy winced.  He'd taken her to the mildest club he knew.  Really,
nothing more than dancing, leather clothes, decorative studs and maybe
things were racier than most places but still - nothing done in public
to frighten the horses.

"Yah go there sugah?"

"Somet'imes, cherie."  Remy admitted.  "Fun somet'imes to do somet'ing
diff'rent, non?  Somet'ing a little - risky?"

"I have enough risk in mah life already, Rems.  And so do you."  Rogue
shifted.  "People can get hurt in places like that -"

"You said y'never been there, cherie and now you're warning Remy away?"
He snapped, hands tightening on the steering wheel.  "Don't 'ave much
respec't for Remy's tak'ing care of himself eh?"

"Take care of yahself - I saw the way you were looking at all those
ladies - ladies, crap - they looked like the league of replacement
heroes in all that leather, Rems! Their hands all over yah and you
didn't do anything about it!  Rogue said angrily.  "If yah like that
sort of thing maybe you should be with Emma!"

"At least Emma don't t'ink anyt'ing but de missionary position is
perverse!"  Remy snapped.

Stricken silence.

"Oh, cherie - Remy didn't mean - "

"Oh, shut up, Rems! Stop the car."

"Quoi?"

"Stop the fucking car!"  Rogue shouted, flushed and blinking hard.

Remy slammed on the breaks, not caring that they were in the middle of
the highway, and the car screeched to a halt.  Horns honked, Rogue tore
the door open, Remy heard metal scream as she flew out, soaring up into
the dark sky.  Flying away.  Leaving him.  Again.

3.
"Marie - " Remy swallowed hard, feeling faintly sick.  This wasn't a
good idea, but he'd promised.  They'd both promised.  To try.  To be
honest.  "S'v plait."

"Mmmm?"  Rogue rolled over and sat up, drowsy.  Naked. Beautiful.

Remy slid out of bed and went over to his dresser, pulled out a length
of rope and turned back.  Rogue's eyes went wide.

"Rems - ah ain't going to get tied up!"

Remy shook his head helplessly.  "Non.  Dis not for you, cherie."

Rogue looked at him, stricken.  "Yah want me to tie yah up?"

Remy licked his lips nervously, wishing desperately for a smoke.
Still, even the feel of the rope in his hands was making him hard.
"Oui."

Rogue closed her eyes briefly.  "Jesus, sugah, don't we have enough of
that in our lives already?"

"Dis not de same!"  Remy protested.  "Jus wan' to feel - "

"Ah don't wanna know!"  Rogue snapped.  "Rems, ah swear ah love you,
sugah but I can't do that to yah."

"Even if Remy wan' it?"  He said angrily.  "Could be good, cherie and
you won't even try it!"

"That's right 'cause ah know it ain't fun!"  Rogue cried, voice rising.
"'Cause I know it ain't normal!  Ya got a bad history, Rems - ah know
it  and ah ain't going to rub yah nose in it.  Love ain't like that,
sugah.  I don't care what someone else taughte ya when ya were to young
ta know better but it ain't like that - hurting, cruel."

"Remy don't w'ant to be hurt!"  Remy yelled.  "Remy jus w'ant you to
hold him!"

"And ah can hold yah, sugah."  Rogue cried, jumping out of bed and
snatching up her robe. "But ah ain't gonna do it with a rope!"

"Remy need dis!"  He wailed finally, despairing.  "Cherie - s'v plait.
Marie - !"

"Nah!"  Rogue turned in the doorway and shouted back.  "Nah - I ain't
going tah treat yah like that!  Yah gotta learn, Remy, love ins't that
- that - a piece of rope!!"

The door slammed shut, Rogue cursing as she thundered down the hallway.
Remy sank to his knees and bowed his head, knuckles white on the rope.
Tears crept down his face.  He'd never been so ashamed in his life.

TBC