'Til Death
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katleeptTitle: "'Til Death"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: Soft R/M
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Mutant eyes pop open all over the mansion's grounds as sirens ring throughout the night, drawing them off to yet another life-risking mission to save people who probably hate and, at the very least, surely feel them. Rogue groans and pulls the blankets up higher, over her head and that of the man she loves. She tries to shut out the noise, tries to ignore the call of duty, despite knowing that, in the end, she'll be unable to win. Remy's unblinking red eyes watch her steadily. "Chere," he murmurs softly, though he already knows the answer, "what're you doin'?"
She gazes into his eyes, the blood red eyes that she's always thought so beautiful ever since she first met him. They've been through so much together, lost each other so many times, far too many of which were almost to Death, but he's never once given up on her. Now, she can finally touch him, and just last night, they consummated their love and he asked her to marry him.
His ring's now winking on her finger. She never wants to take his ring off. She never wants to move away from him. She never wants to leave this bed. She never wants to lose him. "Let's stay here," she whispers. She sees the questions he tries to hide in his eyes. "Ah'm not ready t' leave," she adds defensively.
"Neither am I, chere," he answers truthfully. She shivers with delight as he reaches out and strokes her lovely face. His fingers run lightly over her flesh and hair. His touch is so delicate that it's almost as though he's afraid he might hurt her, which Rogue finds to be a ridiculous notion as, after all, she was always the one who put him in the most danger by far. "But somebody needs us."
"Ah need you, Remy," she admits for only the third time in their life together.
"I know," he says, his fingers now trailing just as softly over her pouting lips, "but you've got me, mon amour."
"For how long?" she whispers, her voice almost a whimper and tears beginning to brim in her emerald green eyes. She doesn't want this to end.
"Ah, cherie," he breathes and pulls her all the way into his arms. Her head presses against his naked chest; she can hear his heart beating beneath her ear even despite the sirens still going off. His hands sweep over her body, caressing her and trying to chase away her fears. "You're not gonna lose Ol' Remy," he promises, "but we need t' do this. We don' even know who needs us. It could be a young, scared mutant runnin' for her life."
She twists around in his arms so that she can gaze up into his handsome face again. "Or his," she agrees, and he nods.
"We still gonna be together, ma cherie. We'll fight side by side, live side by side, love by side." He punctuates each phrase with a gentle kiss on her upturned lips.
"You promise?"
He wants to tell her, Til death do they part, but he won't for he knows that's what has her so afraid. "I promise," he vows instead simply and vows to himself that he won't let Death take either of them. He's finally got a reason to live now, and he's not going to let either of them go ever again. "I love you," he whispers, and then they rise together to fight another day.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: Soft R/M
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Mutant eyes pop open all over the mansion's grounds as sirens ring throughout the night, drawing them off to yet another life-risking mission to save people who probably hate and, at the very least, surely feel them. Rogue groans and pulls the blankets up higher, over her head and that of the man she loves. She tries to shut out the noise, tries to ignore the call of duty, despite knowing that, in the end, she'll be unable to win. Remy's unblinking red eyes watch her steadily. "Chere," he murmurs softly, though he already knows the answer, "what're you doin'?"
She gazes into his eyes, the blood red eyes that she's always thought so beautiful ever since she first met him. They've been through so much together, lost each other so many times, far too many of which were almost to Death, but he's never once given up on her. Now, she can finally touch him, and just last night, they consummated their love and he asked her to marry him.
His ring's now winking on her finger. She never wants to take his ring off. She never wants to move away from him. She never wants to leave this bed. She never wants to lose him. "Let's stay here," she whispers. She sees the questions he tries to hide in his eyes. "Ah'm not ready t' leave," she adds defensively.
"Neither am I, chere," he answers truthfully. She shivers with delight as he reaches out and strokes her lovely face. His fingers run lightly over her flesh and hair. His touch is so delicate that it's almost as though he's afraid he might hurt her, which Rogue finds to be a ridiculous notion as, after all, she was always the one who put him in the most danger by far. "But somebody needs us."
"Ah need you, Remy," she admits for only the third time in their life together.
"I know," he says, his fingers now trailing just as softly over her pouting lips, "but you've got me, mon amour."
"For how long?" she whispers, her voice almost a whimper and tears beginning to brim in her emerald green eyes. She doesn't want this to end.
"Ah, cherie," he breathes and pulls her all the way into his arms. Her head presses against his naked chest; she can hear his heart beating beneath her ear even despite the sirens still going off. His hands sweep over her body, caressing her and trying to chase away her fears. "You're not gonna lose Ol' Remy," he promises, "but we need t' do this. We don' even know who needs us. It could be a young, scared mutant runnin' for her life."
She twists around in his arms so that she can gaze up into his handsome face again. "Or his," she agrees, and he nods.
"We still gonna be together, ma cherie. We'll fight side by side, live side by side, love by side." He punctuates each phrase with a gentle kiss on her upturned lips.
"You promise?"
He wants to tell her, Til death do they part, but he won't for he knows that's what has her so afraid. "I promise," he vows instead simply and vows to himself that he won't let Death take either of them. He's finally got a reason to live now, and he's not going to let either of them go ever again. "I love you," he whispers, and then they rise together to fight another day.
The End
