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[Rogue]

He leant into her hand as she raised it to his face, and smiled down at her…. As she pulled him gently down, hand tangled in his hair, he moved into the kiss….

Rogue thought she would never be tired of that, of being able to kiss Remy freely and without fear, but nonetheless, she shyly offered to reciprocate, wondering if theory would be any substitute for experience, and if love and tenderness could suffice to balance her woeful ignorance when all she wanted in the world was to try to give Remy the same astonishing feelings he’d just given to her.

“Oh chere,” he moved in closer and embraced her, relishing the feeling of skin on skin before pulling back.

She curled closer more than willingly, letting her own arms hold him, and still astonished at the sheer heat of him and the smooth play of skin to skin. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good as being held and touched and kissed by Remy!

“How ‘bout tonight I focus on you, ‘cause right now ain’t nothin’ gonna bring me more pleasure than seein’ that look on y’ face all night.” It was true. He’d had his first time, and it’d been wonderful and scary, and he wanted that for her. He wanted it to be all about her, at least this once. Remy leant down further and kissed her breasts. “Want t’ make love to y’ chere, if you’ll let me?”

His lips at her breasts sent another shiver through Rogue, nerves trembling from nipple to center and back again. But then the sense of his words penetrated her admittedly bemused brain, and the trembling was no longer entirely a sensual thing. She hesitated, and then spoke.

“Part of me’s right scared, Remy. Thinks it’s too much, too fast. But the other part of me says, we done been each other’s for years, and m-makin’ love with you,” she stammered, her cheeks going hot just to say the words, let alone contemplate the intimate act, “is just the same thing, deeper and closer with bodies the same as our hearts have been, even when they was hurtin’.”

She bit her lip, and met his eyes with her own, and if her voice was unsteady, her will and her love were nothing of the sort. “Yes, Remy. Thousand times and more, yes.”

[Gambit]

He smiled up at her while she was talking, stroking her skin gently, but not too gently. He figured that tickling her was probably a good way to break the mood he’d set up and there was nothing he wanted less than that.

“Yes, Remy. Thousand times and more, yes.”

“Merci, chere, more than y’ know. Promise I’ll see it’s everythin’ you ever wanted.” He smiled down at her and then dipped down to kiss her again, properly, savoring the sensations. He doubted he’d ever get tired of doing that, not so long as they loved each other, which he figured would be a lifetime.

“Moment, chere,” he said, realizing he’d forgotten something. He slid gently off the bed and padded butt naked over to where he’d discarded his shorts, bending down to get something and giving Rogue a good show at the same time.

When he stood back up he had a condom in his hands and a wicked grin on his face. “Never can be too careful,” he winked at her and then moved back over to the bed. Figuring that ‘Want to do the honors?’ probably wasn’t best thing to say, he wordlessly unwrapped it and slid it on. Then he turned to smile at her again, moving in so that he was pressed against her.

“Just say the word an’ I’ll stop chere, promise you that,” he said, gently parting her thighs with his legs. Meeting her eyes to check that she was still happy with what he was doing, he lined their hips up and thrust gently, gasping a little at the feeling of something he’d wanted for so long.

[Rogue]

“Merci, chere, more than y’ know. Promise I’ll see it’s everythin’ you ever wanted.” He smiled down at her and then dipped down to kiss her again, and Rogue wound her arms around him to return the kiss, eager but quite, quite scared despite how he’d just made her feel, loved and gorgeous and astonishingly good.

If she knew her Remy, he wouldn’t let any grass grow beneath him before taking her at her word, which meant she’d just flung herself from the highwire without looking beneath –save that he’d certainly catch her, always— or gone from fast jogging to an all-out Olympic sprint, whether she’d considered it before she spoke or not.

“Moment, chere,” he said, and Rogue let go of him as he went to retrieve something from his clothes, leaving her to be quietly terrified and alone in the bed for a moment, though she couldn’t keep her eyes from him as he bent and stood, giving her a view of his behind that was enough to make a stone statue blush. Not to mention reminding her of just what they were about, again.

“Surely,” Rogue whispered, voice hoarse. Oh God, oh, God… this wasn’t waiting or taking their time. This was… insane. She could never manage to slow events now, and she wasn’t even sure she wanted to slow them. They’d loved each other for so long, without hope of anything more than the most chaste of touches, and now… Oh, God!

When he stood back up he had a condom in his hands and a wicked grin on his face. “Never can be too careful,” he winked at her and then moved back over to the bed.

“No, that’s true,” she whispered, not able to joke just then as her hand reached out to him of its own accord and stroked softly down his hip and thigh. She swallowed hard as he wordlessly unwrapped [the condom] and slid it on, his arousal at her eye level and all the more intimidating for it. She licked her lips, and raised her eyes to his again, trying to smile through the perfectly natural fear of a first time, compounded by all the years of being unable to touch. Part of her wanted to call a halt, to take more time to learn one another physically as they had emotionally over so long. It was a cowardly part, but a strong one.

Then he turned to smile at her again, moving in so that he was pressed against her. Rogue clung to him, to the amazing heat and hardness of him atop her, and her insides jerked with anticipation as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, eyes closing briefly and her cheeks hot with lingering shyness as her breath stuttered in and out. “Remy-love,” she whispered, and raised her eyes to rest on his beloved face the green nearly as brilliant as gems against the pink of her cheeks.

“Just say the word an’ I’ll stop chere, promise you that,” he said, gently parting her thighs with his legs.

She shook beneath him, her arms tightening with the need to hold onto something solid in her shifting, awakening world, but absolutely refused to stop now, despite how quickly they were moving. Somehow, being offered the out made her determined not to need it, scared though she was. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, voice barely audible at all.

And then, he lined their hips up and thrust gently, gasping a little at the feeling of something he’d wanted for so long.

Her body, still slick from before, welcomed him without too much trouble at first, though he felt much larger than he looked, and was a great deal harder than his talented tongue as he pressed gently inside of her, the latex a cool counterpoint to the hot flesh within it. Her knees drew up a little, moving on pure instinct, and Rogue’s fingers tightened at his back as she bit her lip, a small noise between a moan and a gasp coming from her.

Intellectually, she knew they were made to fit together. Emotionally, she wanted that physical closeness with the fervor of a true addict denied all of her life. Realistically, she knew –or had surmised— that there might be pain. But he was so gentle with his first thrust that the anticipated –feared— pain didn’t occur. Just an aching, stretching feeling as her body tried to adjust, at least initially.

“Remy,” she whispered, an indefinable tension running out of her like water, and she raised her head to kiss him, her hips moving just a bit in concert with his motion.

[Gambit]

Remy.

Rogue raised her head to meet his, and he welcomed the kiss as they moved together. Even though she was inexperienced she seemed to find a rhythm with him, and he knew that this was how it was meant to be. With her, everything that had been distant and missing since the last time he’d had sex with someone he loved, clicked back into place.

It was perfect.

Part of him wanted the moment to never end.

He kept moving though, gently, giving her time to get used to the new sensations and himself time to bask in the feelings that he’d been missing. Eventually he started to pick up speed, deepening his thrusts slightly, all the while making sure that he wasn’t missing out on any indicator that she wasn’t enjoying it.

It was for her. Everything he’d done that night was for the woman he loved, and he fought to keep control of himself so that he didn’t hurt her or scare her, or give her any cause to view sex as a bad thing. He wanted nothing more than to give her everything she’d been missing out on.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he still fought to hold back, leaning down so that he could nuzzle at her neck and nip lightly. He kept moving until he felt her come, and only then did he let himself go with a muffled, strained “Rogue” breathed into her neck.

Remy lay there, still on top of her, still in her, and just held her for a while before pulling back so that he could look at her. Suddenly all of his bravado, all of his suave confidence was gone, and all that was left was a vulnerable man without anything to hide behind. “Was it good, chere?”

[Rogue]

Remy kept moving though, gently, giving her time to get used to the new sensations and himself time to bask in the feelings that he’d been missing. From slightly uncomfortable at first, Rogue’s body gradually grew accustomed to the feel of her lover within her, and when he eventually started to pick up speed, deepening his thrusts slightly, her lips parted on a shuddering “Ohhh,” of amazement, that something so quintessentially simple as touch could become so very lovely.

Everything about the act of love with Remy was more than she might have hoped for, each touch and move a small miracle filled with a blazing joy at their closeness, a sense of wonder at the rightness of his weight upon her as they moved together. She sought to match his movements, and was amazed all over again at how her body somehow knew just what to do, now that they were past the shyness and awkwardness she’d felt at knowing nothing, while he knew so very much. And the way he felt as they moved together was nothing short of astonishing.

Then, something inside of her turned over, or opened up, or was suddenly awakened into being. Rogue jerked in an uneven breath, her naked fingers digging into Remy’s back and her legs tightening around his hips as a wash of heat flared through her from her center outward. Her body clasped him tightly, her inner walls shuddering and fluttering with the exquisite sensations, familiar enough from the rare times she had taken care of herself through the lonely, untouchable years, but completely new when caused by the touch of the man she loved.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he still fought to hold back, leaning down so that he could nuzzle at her neck and nip lightly. It was enough to send her over the edge into shockingly intense bliss, his name on her lips like a prayer or a plea, low and breathy, repeated again and again as the feelings surged through her.

He kept moving until he felt her come, and only then did he let himself go with a muffled, strained “Rogue” breathed into her neck.

Rogue quivered beneath him, holding him close as her eyes burned with near-tears at the beauty and intensity of what had just happened, and slid a hand up his back to stroke his hair, fingers trembling anew at the magnitude of this change in their relationship.

Remy lay there, still on top of her, still in her, and just held her for a while before pulling back so that he could look at her. Suddenly all of his bravado, all of his suave confidence was gone, and all that was left was a vulnerable man without anything to hide behind. “Was it good, chere?”

Cool air came between their upper torsos, and Rogue opened her eyes as Remy lifted his weight enough to look down at her. His question and the open, vulnerable look on his face hit her heart with twin pains of almost too much emotion to bear, and she nodded, her hand abandoning his hair to touch light fingertips along his cheek and jaw, and to trace the line of his mouth with wonder.

“Better nor good,” she whispered, her voice unaccountably hoarse with everything she felt. “More wonderful than I could ever have imagined, Remy-love.” She raised her head to press a gentle kiss to his mouth, so beautiful and so wicked, and laid her head back on the pillows again, green eyes searching his red and black ones.

Swallowing hard, she added even more quietly, "Surely do hope y' feel the same way, darlin'."