From This Moment On
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apachefirecatTitle: From This Moment On
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Gambit/Rogue (Romy), Mystique
Rating: Soft R/M
Summary: It's the first night of the rest of their lives, and nothing else matters.
Word Count: 1486
Written For: GenPrompt Bingo: Round 22: A Brief Encounter is Pivotal
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She isn’t sure where they are. That thought runs through her mind as she curls into a strange, big bed. There are times when such comforts still feel strange to her. Stranger still, is to think that she is about to be joined in the bed by her husband and she can actually do things with her man. She can actually be kissed by him and kiss him. She can actually love him. She does actually love Remy LeBeau, and she has for quite a long time now. That love was part of the reason why she’d ran so hard for so long from him; after all, for most of her life, a simple touch from her, the barest touch, has been fated to be a killing touch.
But she can and does control her powers now... her gift? Dare she actually begin to think of her mutant power as an actual blessing now? Mystique and Charles both always tried so hard to convince her that it was not a curse, that she was not a curse, but she had never dared believe them until she had finally been able to touch Remy, to kiss Remy, and not hurt him, not kill him.
Oddly enough, the very man who led her to being able to control her powers has always been the other greatest contender for her heart, but although she’ll always care for Erik, and always miss Joseph, she’s never loved him like she does Remy. She’s tried for he’s been there for her more often and in deeper ways, at times, than Remy has – Remy's certainly hurt her more too, which is why her mother, her brother, and her best friend really don’t like the fact that they did get hitched today or even that she loves him so --, but she can’t help it. She loves the crazy Cajun. She has for far longer than she’s dared to admit.
Her mind flashes back to before their spontaneous ceremony, to overhearing Bobby and Kurt’s conversation and doing her best to put them both in their places. She knows they meant well. Bobby’s been there for her in ways that not even Magnus has been, and Kurt, though they’ve not really spent a lot of time together as brother and sister, has always been a devoted brother with the best of intentions to protect her. After all, they’d shared an insane mother who had always seemed to want to hurt them, bend them, break them, use them for whatever her nefarious scheme at the moment had been.
That woman had been so unlike the woman she’d seen today. Their interaction had been brief, but she still felt the same amount of astonishment and pure stunnedness, that she had when she had first discovered that Mystique had snuck into her wedding. How had her mother known, especially when Rogue herself had not known? She’d been there to celebrate Kitty getting married to Piotr after all and had certainly not expected the turn their ceremony had taken. No one had expected Kitty to abandon Piotr at the altar, but even more than that, she had never expected Remy to move on to asking her to marry him today instead.
She hadn’t expected the Cajun to ever ask her to marry him, to ever be true to her, but he had been... He had asked her to marry him, and he’d not backed away from putting a ring on her finger. He had been there for her in the last few years far more than she’d ever dared to hope he would. He’s proven himself to her time and again.
It’s past time she stopped running – it has been for a while --, and so she’d said “yes” the moment he’d proposed for today to be their day. She’d said yes, all the while expecting him to still leave her at the altar. After all, what did she really have to offer a man? She was still such a novice, and Remy was so experienced. He could have almost any woman he wanted, but he chose her.
He’s followed her all over the place, she thought, and so has her mother. The hairs on the back of her neck tickle as she thinks again of Mystique. The woman wants something, but whatever it is, she didn’t ask her for it today. Whatever it is, she actually kept her word to her today and stood in reverent, obedient silence as Abigail Brand throughout their entire ceremony. Sure, she’d made one last plea for Rogue to choose a different husband, a suitor of her choosing no doubt, but when Rogue had stauntly refused yet again, she’d given her her word and actually kept it. She’d even seen her applaud, and there had been one time when she’d thought she’d seen a tear fall from her mother’s eye.
She’s getting old, Rogue thinks, old and crazy, just like her adopted mother and her birth ma before her. But they have been through so very much. It makes sense that Mystique could change – after all, Remy’s changed too and in ways she’d long ago stopped hoping could be possible. He’s chased her around the globe. He’s been true even when she’s hurt him. He still came back to her even after she abandoned him in the Arctic. He has done everything he could to earn her hand, her love, and her respect.
Raven certainly hasn’t done that much, not for her, for Kurt, or even for Destiny. Grieving can take decades, Rogue knows. (After all, look at how long she’d been stuck grieving for her old life and her first boyfriend, who truly had not been much more than a puppy crush at the time she’d accidently destroyed his life with her very first, and, she’d sworn at the time, last kiss.) There’s a cycle of grief through which every living being goes, but there is no time limit on any of those cycles. Maybe Raven has finally come to the acceptance stage, and the stage where she can look back at her past with Irene, what she should have done with her wife, and learn from it.
Maybe her mother has come to know better. Maybe she can have her in her life again one day. Maybe she no longer has to expect the absolute worst from Mystique. That brief moment with her before her wedding today touched Rogue’s heart, but what was Raven doing there? She couldn’t have known that she was going to get married. They were all expecting Kitty and Piotr to tie the knot, not herself and LeBeau.
No, she’d had other reasons for being there. She had to have had. It was the only thing that made sense. Rogue will have to figure it out eventually. She’ll have to determine just what her mother is after and stop her yet again. But for now... Tonight is her wedding night, and she can hear Remy’s footsteps approaching.
Suddenly, she remembers what’s traditional for wedding nights, and the fact that she was so ill prepared for her own wedding to take place today. She blushes as Remy emerges from the bathroom, stark naked. He is such a beautiful man, and she has so little to offer him. “Remy, Ah -- “ Her gaze falls shyly to the bed. “Ah’m afraid Ah didn’t pack any -- “
“Hush, chere.” His voice is a gentle, rough, and sensual whisper that alerts every inch of her body and soul instantly. It’s headier than the strongest whisky she’s ever drank, and she’s already pushing her thoughts to the side when he commands of her, “Stop dat. You’re beautiful just de way you are, an’ you’ve given me more reason to be happy dan dis ol’ Cajun ever dought possible.”
He lifts her chin. Rogue beams up at him, at her husband. Her green eyes twinkle as the mere thought still amazes her. She opens her mouth to speak, to try to say something teasing, erotic, and sensual, but his mouth slides over hers, smoothly silencing her and lighting a flame that sparks to her very deepest core.
Her mother wants something, but her mother doesn’t matter tonight. The world doesn’t matter tonight. Even the Dream and their family can wait. Everything else can wait. All that matters is in this room, wherever Remy’s brought them. She suspects somewhere in his home state, but she doesn’t know for certain. That, too, just doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s here, he loves her, she loves him, they have each other forever, and that forever begins anew tonight. They can handle her mother, and anyone and anything else that comes, together. They can handle everything together, Rogue thinks joyously as she welcomes her husband into her arms and their bed, and pledges again all that she has and will ever be to him.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Gambit/Rogue (Romy), Mystique
Rating: Soft R/M
Summary: It's the first night of the rest of their lives, and nothing else matters.
Word Count: 1486
Written For: GenPrompt Bingo: Round 22: A Brief Encounter is Pivotal
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She isn’t sure where they are. That thought runs through her mind as she curls into a strange, big bed. There are times when such comforts still feel strange to her. Stranger still, is to think that she is about to be joined in the bed by her husband and she can actually do things with her man. She can actually be kissed by him and kiss him. She can actually love him. She does actually love Remy LeBeau, and she has for quite a long time now. That love was part of the reason why she’d ran so hard for so long from him; after all, for most of her life, a simple touch from her, the barest touch, has been fated to be a killing touch.
But she can and does control her powers now... her gift? Dare she actually begin to think of her mutant power as an actual blessing now? Mystique and Charles both always tried so hard to convince her that it was not a curse, that she was not a curse, but she had never dared believe them until she had finally been able to touch Remy, to kiss Remy, and not hurt him, not kill him.
Oddly enough, the very man who led her to being able to control her powers has always been the other greatest contender for her heart, but although she’ll always care for Erik, and always miss Joseph, she’s never loved him like she does Remy. She’s tried for he’s been there for her more often and in deeper ways, at times, than Remy has – Remy's certainly hurt her more too, which is why her mother, her brother, and her best friend really don’t like the fact that they did get hitched today or even that she loves him so --, but she can’t help it. She loves the crazy Cajun. She has for far longer than she’s dared to admit.
Her mind flashes back to before their spontaneous ceremony, to overhearing Bobby and Kurt’s conversation and doing her best to put them both in their places. She knows they meant well. Bobby’s been there for her in ways that not even Magnus has been, and Kurt, though they’ve not really spent a lot of time together as brother and sister, has always been a devoted brother with the best of intentions to protect her. After all, they’d shared an insane mother who had always seemed to want to hurt them, bend them, break them, use them for whatever her nefarious scheme at the moment had been.
That woman had been so unlike the woman she’d seen today. Their interaction had been brief, but she still felt the same amount of astonishment and pure stunnedness, that she had when she had first discovered that Mystique had snuck into her wedding. How had her mother known, especially when Rogue herself had not known? She’d been there to celebrate Kitty getting married to Piotr after all and had certainly not expected the turn their ceremony had taken. No one had expected Kitty to abandon Piotr at the altar, but even more than that, she had never expected Remy to move on to asking her to marry him today instead.
She hadn’t expected the Cajun to ever ask her to marry him, to ever be true to her, but he had been... He had asked her to marry him, and he’d not backed away from putting a ring on her finger. He had been there for her in the last few years far more than she’d ever dared to hope he would. He’s proven himself to her time and again.
It’s past time she stopped running – it has been for a while --, and so she’d said “yes” the moment he’d proposed for today to be their day. She’d said yes, all the while expecting him to still leave her at the altar. After all, what did she really have to offer a man? She was still such a novice, and Remy was so experienced. He could have almost any woman he wanted, but he chose her.
He’s followed her all over the place, she thought, and so has her mother. The hairs on the back of her neck tickle as she thinks again of Mystique. The woman wants something, but whatever it is, she didn’t ask her for it today. Whatever it is, she actually kept her word to her today and stood in reverent, obedient silence as Abigail Brand throughout their entire ceremony. Sure, she’d made one last plea for Rogue to choose a different husband, a suitor of her choosing no doubt, but when Rogue had stauntly refused yet again, she’d given her her word and actually kept it. She’d even seen her applaud, and there had been one time when she’d thought she’d seen a tear fall from her mother’s eye.
She’s getting old, Rogue thinks, old and crazy, just like her adopted mother and her birth ma before her. But they have been through so very much. It makes sense that Mystique could change – after all, Remy’s changed too and in ways she’d long ago stopped hoping could be possible. He’s chased her around the globe. He’s been true even when she’s hurt him. He still came back to her even after she abandoned him in the Arctic. He has done everything he could to earn her hand, her love, and her respect.
Raven certainly hasn’t done that much, not for her, for Kurt, or even for Destiny. Grieving can take decades, Rogue knows. (After all, look at how long she’d been stuck grieving for her old life and her first boyfriend, who truly had not been much more than a puppy crush at the time she’d accidently destroyed his life with her very first, and, she’d sworn at the time, last kiss.) There’s a cycle of grief through which every living being goes, but there is no time limit on any of those cycles. Maybe Raven has finally come to the acceptance stage, and the stage where she can look back at her past with Irene, what she should have done with her wife, and learn from it.
Maybe her mother has come to know better. Maybe she can have her in her life again one day. Maybe she no longer has to expect the absolute worst from Mystique. That brief moment with her before her wedding today touched Rogue’s heart, but what was Raven doing there? She couldn’t have known that she was going to get married. They were all expecting Kitty and Piotr to tie the knot, not herself and LeBeau.
No, she’d had other reasons for being there. She had to have had. It was the only thing that made sense. Rogue will have to figure it out eventually. She’ll have to determine just what her mother is after and stop her yet again. But for now... Tonight is her wedding night, and she can hear Remy’s footsteps approaching.
Suddenly, she remembers what’s traditional for wedding nights, and the fact that she was so ill prepared for her own wedding to take place today. She blushes as Remy emerges from the bathroom, stark naked. He is such a beautiful man, and she has so little to offer him. “Remy, Ah -- “ Her gaze falls shyly to the bed. “Ah’m afraid Ah didn’t pack any -- “
“Hush, chere.” His voice is a gentle, rough, and sensual whisper that alerts every inch of her body and soul instantly. It’s headier than the strongest whisky she’s ever drank, and she’s already pushing her thoughts to the side when he commands of her, “Stop dat. You’re beautiful just de way you are, an’ you’ve given me more reason to be happy dan dis ol’ Cajun ever dought possible.”
He lifts her chin. Rogue beams up at him, at her husband. Her green eyes twinkle as the mere thought still amazes her. She opens her mouth to speak, to try to say something teasing, erotic, and sensual, but his mouth slides over hers, smoothly silencing her and lighting a flame that sparks to her very deepest core.
Her mother wants something, but her mother doesn’t matter tonight. The world doesn’t matter tonight. Even the Dream and their family can wait. Everything else can wait. All that matters is in this room, wherever Remy’s brought them. She suspects somewhere in his home state, but she doesn’t know for certain. That, too, just doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s here, he loves her, she loves him, they have each other forever, and that forever begins anew tonight. They can handle her mother, and anyone and anything else that comes, together. They can handle everything together, Rogue thinks joyously as she welcomes her husband into her arms and their bed, and pledges again all that she has and will ever be to him.
The End
