talks
Their little talks rarely develop innocently. Remy isn't complaining.
It's usually his fault.
But she laughs outright when he tells her his idea of a first date—the kind that doesn't end in a tumble with a stranger.
"A motorcycle ride!"
"Oui," he replies drily, then leans back with a sigh. “Maybe watch the sunset. Never did that with a femme. Never wanted to…”
Before.
Rogue and Remy haven't had a first date. They just...happened.
She sobers suddenly and slides herself into his lap, her eyes darkening with secrets.
(And he thought this talk would be innocent?)
"I'd go dancing."
It's usually his fault.
But she laughs outright when he tells her his idea of a first date—the kind that doesn't end in a tumble with a stranger.
"A motorcycle ride!"
"Oui," he replies drily, then leans back with a sigh. “Maybe watch the sunset. Never did that with a femme. Never wanted to…”
Before.
Rogue and Remy haven't had a first date. They just...happened.
She sobers suddenly and slides herself into his lap, her eyes darkening with secrets.
(And he thought this talk would be innocent?)
"I'd go dancing."
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