Whispers

 
 

surrenders

Remy collapses on the couch after a particularly grueling exercise (he'd wanted to give his students a tough program, never dreaming they'd pranked him the Danger Room setup to run three levels higher than whatever he called).

Rogue raises an eyebrow. He's not sure if it's for him or the cookie she's chewing speculatively.

"How's the recipe?"

She shrugs. "It's Storm's."

"Add cinnamon."

Rogue laughs and comes over to snuggle in beside him. "Tired?"

"Mm." He buries his face against her. She just feels so right. "T'ink maybe I can get used to dis."

"Extended family?" She sounds amused.

"Yeah."

 


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