Marie had spent the week since being kidnapped in mostly solitary. Things with Bobby were shitty, Logan blamed himself, and Remy was injured. But she still visited. It was her fault he was so badly injured. She couldn't help carry around the blame no matter what anyone said. It still weighed on her.
Which was why she was shocked he still wanted to go through with this. Of course she couldn't deny him that.
She'd gotten ready almost an hour ago. Borrowing a short miniskirt and pulling on a green turtleneck, Marie wore her hair down. She'd even put on a little makeup, light rouge and some lipstick.
She was just bending over to pull out the cornbread when she heard his voice. Marie placed the pan to cool on the stove and turned to look at him. "Well don't you look handsome all cleaned up. Who knew you had it in ya?" She teased him before pulling the vegetables off the heat.
Letting his eyes move unashamedly over her body, Remy grinned lopsidedly at Rogue when she turned to face him.
“It’s de bruises. Dey give me a more rugged look dat’s jus’ irresistible,” he replied good naturedly. Laughter was the best medicine after all. He knew Rogue felt guilty for his injuries, just as he felt guilty he couldn’t stop the soldiers from taking her, but he found it easier to just make light of it all. If they could laugh about it in any way then maybe it would help them both get past it.
Pushing off the door frame, he took a few steps toward, producing the flower from behind his back. “De beauty pales in comparison t’ de vision b’fore me, but dere ain’ much dat don’t.”
Marie still held on to the guilt. She gave him a look to say that his comments about his face weren't funny, but the look cracked and she found herself smiling despite everything.
And then her face lit up at the flower. "How sweet'a ya, Remy." She moved in closer to him and took the flower with a gloved hand, twirling the stem lightly. "Thank you. Food's almost done. I set up the table already."
Marie gestured back to the table. The meat just needed to sit a minute or two longer in the pan. That was okay with her, because right now, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
The flower certainly hadn’t been easy to get considering the snow raging outside, but seeing Rogue smile like that it had definitely been worth it. She hadn’t exactly had a lot to smile about lately, though Remy usually could manage to win one here and there.
“Perfect timin’, den. Jus’ like a man t’ show up when all de work is done, non?” he joked, his eyes traveling from the food on the stove to the perfectly set table.
“I best come up wit’ some good dance lessons t’ make up fo’ all dis,” Remy continued, bringing his eyes back to meet hers. Dinner and dancing, that was the deal, right? Unfortunately he couldn’t do some of the moves that fit with the era considering his injuries, but that just meant they might have to slow it down a bit instead of really jumping and jiving. So far he saw now problem with this.
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Which was why she was shocked he still wanted to go through with this. Of course she couldn't deny him that.
She'd gotten ready almost an hour ago. Borrowing a short miniskirt and pulling on a green turtleneck, Marie wore her hair down. She'd even put on a little makeup, light rouge and some lipstick.
She was just bending over to pull out the cornbread when she heard his voice. Marie placed the pan to cool on the stove and turned to look at him. "Well don't you look handsome all cleaned up. Who knew you had it in ya?" She teased him before pulling the vegetables off the heat.
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“It’s de bruises. Dey give me a more rugged look dat’s jus’ irresistible,” he replied good naturedly. Laughter was the best medicine after all. He knew Rogue felt guilty for his injuries, just as he felt guilty he couldn’t stop the soldiers from taking her, but he found it easier to just make light of it all. If they could laugh about it in any way then maybe it would help them both get past it.
Pushing off the door frame, he took a few steps toward, producing the flower from behind his back. “De beauty pales in comparison t’ de vision b’fore me, but dere ain’ much dat don’t.”
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And then her face lit up at the flower. "How sweet'a ya, Remy." She moved in closer to him and took the flower with a gloved hand, twirling the stem lightly. "Thank you. Food's almost done. I set up the table already."
Marie gestured back to the table. The meat just needed to sit a minute or two longer in the pan. That was okay with her, because right now, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
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“Perfect timin’, den. Jus’ like a man t’ show up when all de work is done, non?” he joked, his eyes traveling from the food on the stove to the perfectly set table.
“I best come up wit’ some good dance lessons t’ make up fo’ all dis,” Remy continued, bringing his eyes back to meet hers. Dinner and dancing, that was the deal, right? Unfortunately he couldn’t do some of the moves that fit with the era considering his injuries, but that just meant they might have to slow it down a bit instead of really jumping and jiving. So far he saw now problem with this.
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