Time has been gentle to them these past two years, Rogue thinks, her fingers tightening on Remy's as they watch the jet fly ahead of them to Westchester. True to their word, they've made him run.

She doesn't want to realize yet that it's almost over, and she turns suddenly in Remy's arms to kiss him fiercely. It's a rush of heat when he returns the kiss as fervently.

She tries to lose herself in the familiar warmth, the flavor of him, his grip tightening on her arms, the scent of him, the touch.

For this moment, it is enough.