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[Honestly, she didn't have the energy for a fight on the matter. That can wait for another day, one where she could again prove her correctness on the matter.

Though, speaking of mind control not counting, there's the matter at hand, literally and figuratively. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as her other hand shifted to trail fingertips along his jaw, tender even as she tugged him down for a kiss that's both languid and confident in their need for this, to reclaim themselves together and as individuals in their right (enough) minds.

It's not a long kiss, enough to set intentions and verify his own, but there's a lot of emotion in it, a spark she felt that lights her blood on fire even after everything, starting deep in her chest. When she leaned back to break the kiss, lips still parted as her eyes searched into his dark ones for her answer to the still unasked question.

Wordlessly, as a silent amendment to her inquiry, the hand against his jaw dropped to loosen the tucked corner of the towel enough to let gravity claim it entirely, leaving her bare before him once again. This time, however, her stance remained confident rather than needy or submissive, a smirking curl of her lips and cock of her hip.

Take her or leave her Cajun, she's not about to beg this time.]

[Remy didn't bother to hide his confusion at her touch, almost sinking into concerned, until her fingers danced over his jaw, closing his eyes to the touch as he realized what this was, his expression softening and relaxing as he answered that kiss. Not asking for more in it, just a sweet moment of reassurance; that this was real, that this was in their control, and that it was their choice.

His gaze stayed on hers as she moved away, not needing to verbally answer that question, only dropping once that towel did, taking her all in. Another thing so different to what they had just been through. Before had just been satisfying a forced need. It hadn't been a chance to enjoy each other, just to take what they had been made to want. It was hollow. Just something to satiate a physical need, but left empty an emotional one.

Not breaking his gaze from her, Remy moved to place his own mug down before pulling his shirt off over his head. Letting it drop to the ground, he toed off one shoe, then the other, as he stepped towards her, before wrapping an arm around her to pull her close. His hand came up to her chin, but this time around it was less to direct her into a kiss, more a request, his touch soft against her skin instead of demanding. As was the kiss that followed. Letting her know she was his partner, an equal, not what that hunger had forced her to be.

Remy knew she wasn't that.]

[This felt right, more like the them she remembered and always hoped for in the end, a chance at rectifying the narrative, replacing the memory of something rooted solely in carnal urges. They were husks of themselves then, and she needed it to be more than a muddy situation of mind control.

Besides, she still loved him through the mess of everything, and while she’s in no place to admit that outloud or even to herself, the feeling remained deeply rooted.

There’s no shying away from his gaze, from that emotional hunger and need they both wanted satiated, and she’s not ashamed of her body, especially in front of a man that’s seen the worst of her and somehow still married the mess of it all. Somehow a different her did too.

She watched him set aside the mug out of the corner of her sight, but dropped her focus appreciatively as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. An appreciative noise followed, fingertips and palms smoothing over his stomach and up his chest as he brought her closer, leaning into him without hesitation or teasing, just in that Southern way that things take the time they take. It’s not rushed, nor delayed. It’s just right, just them. It felt like home and she wanted to lose herself in the comfort of him.

Her hands kept the contact even as she dragged her own torso snug with his, shifting along his side and then over his back, always against bare skin. This was a luxury, they both knew, and she planned on taking full advantage as she leaned up to agree with his statement in her kiss, deeping it without accelerating the pace any.

Consequences could come later. For now, everything was right in their world.]

[What remained of the night was a stark contrast to where this had all began in the club. Now it was at their own pace, and certain within their own control. Even with whatever differences they had between their times, being with her always felt right. Like fitting the piece that was missing from him.

It also helped to sooth some of the wounds their forced time had created, even ones Remy hadn't been aware were there; those questions and insecurities about him betraying his wife, whether within his power or not to had stopped. He would still need some time to think it over after this, to roll it around in his mind once alone, but being with her here and now, it helped.

Afterwards didn't mean it was over, more than happy to cuddle up with her and just have them be together. It was just as important, maybe even more so, than being together. That it was never just physical with them, though that was certainly always an attraction, it was that chance to be together as themselves, and really themselves. Able to show each other sides of them that didn't get seen by others. And to feel safe to do so.

He may had said he was her harbor, but she had always been his home.]

[It felt right. The happenings at the club, the differences in time, and her baggage fell away in favor of the chance to be them again, at least for a little while. A relative little, not a literal one. They'd have to deal with the reality of the situation at some point, but Rogue's always been one to avoid serious conversations about their relationship or their lack of relationship, both of which were the case with each of them.

The important matter was that the evening was theirs to rewrite their narrative. To find home and harbor and enough pleasure to drown themselves. Enough that she even lacked the energy to throw on clothes before falling asleep, not even gloves. The sheet was a satisfactory enough makeshift barrier between their skin, a lazy precaution against her powers returning in the wee hours of the morning.

It's long since past the early hours when consciousness starts to prick at the edge of her dreams, having slept long and hard, which ironically mirrored the activities of her last handful of days. In that mostly dream state she stirred, just enough to shift against the form tucked behind her, familiar and comfortable.]

[How they fell asleep was almost a case of muscle memory, even within sleep; knowing the limitations and working with that thin fabric barrier, but also able to 'touch' through them and stay cuddled up to each other. And Remy does adore being able to just hold her, to lay with an arm over her, almost like a reassurance she was still there. Even more so with 'their' time apart since he has been here.

Just enjoying the chance to be near her again.

And while it is unusual for him to wake first out of them, Remy starts to do so as she shifts and moves against him, starting with lifting into a more hazy form of sleep, before becoming more aware of this all. That there was someone here compared to his bed where he's been alone since coming here, how they were situated, aches and pains of muscles that, honestly, he was not expecting, before memories of what had happened start to invade his waking brain. There's a moment where he just holds still, replaying it all over in his mind, before moving to nuzzles his face into the back of her hair, his arm tightening around her waist to pull her close.

Ok, yeah, that all happened. But for now, just enjoying the moment.]

[Unfortunately for Rogue, she’s yet to wake up enough to feel the degree of just how sore from the past several days full of mostly rough, animalistic sex. Last night with Remy had been the exception to the rule, as it had been a choice as much as an unfaltering need.

A soft, mumbling noise leaves her lips as he shifts and pulls her closer, but it turns into a bit of a groan when an ache of mostly angry body parts cuts through her sleep brain, dragging her awake. She exhales and tries to ignore the light that existed on the other side of her eyelids, but it’s no use.

With him it’s easy to fall into old comforts, and this certainly counts as creature comforts, perhaps even as indulgent. That being said, she’s not so keen on bringing serious words and reality back into the forefront of her mind quite yet, and instead turns just enough to nuzzle him a bit through her mess of hair.]

Hope you slept well Cajun.

[Because she fears trying to walk at this point.]

Best sleep since got here. [An open and honest answer that maybe felt a little too real after he said it, so adding on a bit of a joke afterwards.] But considerin' where here be... [Remy taking a moment to clear his throat after that, trying to remove the grumble that sleep had added to his tone.

He hadn't yet opened his eyes yet to the day, having just felt her out and wanting those few extra moments to just lie there and just be. That morning comfort that made it so you didn't want to get out of bed and face the day yet, hoping could just hit pause on everything and stay put.] Ya sleep well?

[So much for nothing serious blooming into the forefront of her mind. The mention of this being the best sleep he’s had since arriving was sincere, she could hear it in his voice, and no doubt it’s connected to the fact that he’s wrapped up in his ‘wife.’ Nevermind that she wasn’t his wife or that she might never be his wife in her future, the body and mind felt that deep connection that they shared and in that, she was the same.

She’s still uncomfortable admitting such a thing, even after yesterday, after last night. So, she made a sleepy noise that’s partially a yawn as her body did a bit of a half-stretch in her shoulders and torso. Yep, she’s sore.]

Mn, we exerted quite a bit of effort yesterday. A knocked right out.

[No nightmares and no wee hour of the morning wake ups. She could maybe get used to this sleeping through the night business.]

[There's a deep inhale from him, almost acting as an answer at first, before a groan as he moved his arm from resting over her, rolling to lie on his back and stretching out. Oooh yeah, aches and pains.] Mon Dieu, that all was... [A shake of his head after arching his back this way and that in those stretches, before relaxing back against the bed.] It was such a thing.

I donno if to be 'mpressed with m' performance, or worried 'm drastically dehydrated. Maybe both. [On this side of the morning, if it was still even morning... they were waking up, so it was 'morning', but on this side... it was easier to joke about, and he hoped she would be able to laugh at it too. For all the mess it had been.]

[She couldn't help but shift along with him, moving enough so that she can watch him go through his cat-like stretches with a bit of an amused smile. There's a fondness there too. It hits her right in the nostalgia, from when they were together. He usually hated mornings and getting him out of bed was a chore in it of itself. Absently, she wondered if that's going to be the case today as well. Until then, she enjoyed the view.]

Ah'm afraid to move. [And she's not about to talk about the other reasons why that's the case, focusing on him and them instead. Physically at least. Emotionally was very much still a minefield.]

Both. [She confirmed.] But remember you're only as good as your dance partner before you go takin' all the credit.

I wouldn't dream of it. [Being with her just... it as magical, every time. He knows he has more of a history than she does, a lot more to compare to, but no one had come close to her.

However any thoughts about that were distracted as his brows furrowed a bit, gaze moving back to her.] Sore? [Which, honestly, made sense after, well, all of that, let alone whatever was happening before he had stumbled across her. Dieu this place was weird...] Ya got painkillers stored somewhere I can get ya?

Good to see you've learned somethin'. [She teased while shifting so that she's a bit more comfortable, conveniently working the sheet more over him to trail her fingertips along his stomach and chest safely. Her attention followed that path, which made it easier to avoid his questioning look.]

Nightstand drawer. [She answered the second question as the first was clearly redundant. Next to the pain pills were a few staples that were likely familiar to him. Same woman, same tastes and needs apparently. Don't mind her casually watching to see his reaction to that.]

Skull may be thick, but not that thick. [Remy's gotten to an age where he's happier to admit he didn't know everything, and that there was always room to learn. Especially with her.

However,] Ya makin' it rather difficult to want to move with ya doin' that. [His gaze matching hers, watching her fingers slowly moving against him.]

Hm. [She's not so sure on that one swamp rat, but she didn't fight the statement. He has matured.]

Ah could make things more difficult. [She drawled low, and it's difficult to tell whether it's more of a threat or a suggestion. Probably a bit of both. There's no effort to shift herself or stop the trail of her fingertips though, and she grew quiet and thoughtful as she watched herself.] Ah hate that they can just turn it off, like it ain't but a switch.

[The mind control was one thing, something they've both learned to manage at least, but being able to just turn off their abilities? Specifically her touch so that they can push her into dubious situations? It's terrifyingly invasive.]

Ya say that like I don't already know that. [Remy's own tone unclear on if he was taking it as a threat or suggestion, nor the smile he gave to it. Let's face it, it's not like he really took many of her threats seriously, even back in the day when they were followed up with a punch. Even then he had enough trust she wouldn't intentionally hurt him.

That smile slipped however to a softer expression, a more sympathetic one as he moved to carefully lean into her hair, pressing a kiss against it and staying close.] 'm sorry, Anna.

Just like to remind you. Case you forget in your old age. [She rumbled, the tone leaning more toward a tease than the threat, especially when he leaned in close, her features taking on more of the feelings as the bubbled up to the surface. Her eyes fluttered close as she inhaled deep the familiar scent of him and them, focusing on the warmth and the things that ground her more than she's willing to admit.]

Ah just hate that they can an' ah still can't. Never really have neither.

[Either it was dampened or taken away, or it was Charles flipping a switch in her head. Never had she learned to control her mutation.]

[Remy let out a sarcastic laugh to her comment, but teamed it up with a real smile, showing he didn't take her joking serious at all.

Though it didn't last long, turning to something still equally as real and open, still warm, but more sympathetic as she spoke, holding her close in silence for a moment before speaking.] Still believe ya will Anna, one day. [She's too stubborn to not find a way. Just... with time. And support. Which he was more than ready to give both of those in abundance.]

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