"Remy Lebeau, I'm gonna kill you!" Rogue shouts between helpless cries of laughter.

He merely continues to tickle her mercilessly. "Gotta be able first, chère," he informs her wickedly.

She shrieks when he finds her most ticklish spot of all. He has her thoroughly pinned beneath him on the bed, trapped in a more effective hold than Logan ever taught her, wrists captured in his hand. All her squirming and protests can't get her loose.

"Mama okay?"

Both of them fall instantly silent and stare at the sleepy questioner.

"Yes, Becca," Rogue reassures.

Afterward she giggles. Remy locks the door.