[Closed to justalilcontact] Island in the sun

[dontdotricks]

Who: justalilcontact and dontdotricks
Where: Hors de Prix Strip Club
Time of Day: Just after sunrise
Open or Closed: Closed

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[justalilcontact]

Rogue grinned at him before leaning in for a kiss, humming at the taste of cigarettes and absinthe. Her nose was crinkled slightly as she looked at him again. "I swear I get drunk off your lips sometimes. I don't have your constitution. And a very late night, but a good one. Ain't the same without you around though, but Kurt needed some girl time. Or rather wife time's probably a better description." She leaned against him, arm snaking around his neck as she teased her fingers through the back of his hair. "You nearly ready to crawl into bed, sugar? I could use some naked husband time. Talkin' to Kurt just makes me appreciate the fact I got you here more and more."

[dontdotricks]

Remy blinked slowly as he looked at her, trying to follow what she was saying. "Kurt has a wife?" It had been a seriously long night, and maybe he needed to catch up on a lot of sleep, but last time he looked, Kurt was screaming gay and so far out of the closet he practically invented the concept. "And there I was thinking we had a quickie wedding, cherie," he joked with a smirk.

He gave a small shake of his head. "Soon. I need to get his done or I'll be behind all week. Mike was the bomb last night. I swear just about the entire island population is here the nights he stars. At least, those who don't favour cock and are busy making your night long."

[justalilcontact]

"Hm? No, no. Kurt's the wife. I'm the wife. We bonded over havin' husbands." She stroked her fingers softly through his hair again with a smile. She knew his tired face probably better than she knew her own. And she really did just want to get him out of here and home to their bungalow so that there could be sleepy sex and then actual sleep. "While I don't doubt the queue of hags he'd have linin' up, he's strictly a one husband man."

Rogue started to laugh. "Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but ain't Mike the one with a penis? So they'd be here whether or not he favoured cock. Ain't like lookin' requires knowin' that kinda thing. I knew we had to be a little quiet for a reason. Our rush must have happened just after he finished on the stage."

[dontdotricks]

At this, Remy gave a nod of understand. Fuck, it was still a battle some days to wrap his head around the fact he and Rogue had finally bit the bullet and just gotten hitched already. Despite their many ups and downs, Remy had the balls to admit to her one day that he didn't want to share her even if they had been in an open relationship since they hooked up. Then he proposed, but even then, it took another good year for him to relent and get married. Now he wouldn't have it any other way, at all. He liked that Rogue was all his and he didn't need to think about her with other men, and if any guys tried it on, basically they had a death wish. Over the time, Rogue managed to find herself a new niche in life as a fag hag to the fabulous Kurt Hummel, who had arrived on the island two years prior upon on his own death at his wedding. Even Remy, as hard as he could be, felt sympathy for the guy with that. It had to hurt, and Rogue had taken him under her wing and in turn started to work for him when he took over management of Aquatic Chaos