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I will burn your kingdom down...

who: Remy & Rogue
what: Sickness and feels. Rogue's recovering and it's comatimes for Cajun.
when: Mid May.
where: Remy's floor/bunk in communal housing.
warnings: Sickness talk. Possible language.

The nanites had hit Rogue slow and steady from the beginning, the symptoms manifesting much like the flu mixed with Terrigen mist poisoning, which was something the mutant had managed to live with for quite sometime back home before they were able to develop a cure of sorts. Hell, she couldn't really tell if she were on the mend or getting worse, but many others were falling severely ill at alarming rates.

With super soldiers and gods falling victim to what seem to be a mix of magic and tiny tech that appears to be affecting everyone differently, she's terribly worried for her people. The most important of those people will always be Remy. No matter what level of complication or non-romance they were at, Rogue would love and look after him as best she could. She had his back to the end. Why else would she wear a ridiculous looking
sterile face mask when she visited the other mutant?

To avoid unnecessarily contaminating internal surfaces in the communal housing areas, she arrived via flying up to their outdoor area and carefully walked inside, peering around for Remy, checking the kitchen first before heading towards his bunk. She came with a bag of supplies to actually doctor him should the need arise, but she hoped for this to merely be a social visit where she could attempt to lift his spirits a bit regardless.]

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Her heart had always known. Lack of love had never been the problem, but there had been too much baggage and frustration that stemmed from that. To be fair, there's still a ridiculous amount of unresolved issues, but they became much less important when faced with the prospect of losing him forever. The other reality definitely helped show her that even in seemingly benign alternative universes, there will always be another shoe.

She'd had time to think on their pasts, on her regrets, and what she would do right if she were given that chance. And here they were.

"Ah suppose you're right." She murmured with an exaggerated sigh of annoyance, but that grin of hers fought past the attempt at irritation. Instead, she gave his lower lip a playful pinch and tug before releasing it and pushing some of his hair from his forehead. "You thirsty?"

There was no denying Remy was a man who loved touching, but the contact Rogue gave him was always enough. He supposed he understood why she needed it, she felt disconnected from the world at large due to her inability to control her powers, but he'd never understood why he'd never been enough. Maybe there was too much between them, Lord knew he still thought to Antarctica occasionally, of her abandoning him there, leaving him to die for all she knew.

Now wasn't the time. Soon, maybe, but not now. Now? He was just going to smile, to nod at her question.

"Like I ain' had water in hears, cher."

It's difficult to remember what it felt like to be able to touch one another properly, even if the circumstances hadn't always been ideal.
The passion and the love, like a Johnny Cash song turned reality, burned hot and deep, connecting them in a way that may never be possible again. While he deserved better, she'd come to realize that he'd chosen her despite all that and more, and damnit if she didn't love him all the more for putting up with her through it all.

They've both made mistakes, and while it wasn't exactly water under the bridges, Rogue also wanted to focus on this moment. Lord knows she thought of their mistakes, hers in particular, often enough and that they can't leave it all unaddressed, that much she knew. Now wasn't the time for that.

For the moment, she simply gave his hands a squeeze, reaching over with her free one to pour him a glass on the waiting side table. "That won't do," she countered, plunking a straw in the glass and carefully bringing it to his lips. "Go easy."

Remy was pretty sure they'd been here before, someone in a hospital bed, the other playing nurse. What were their lives even that this could almost become familiar if not comfortable? How did two people like them become something like this? There had been several times in his life as an X-Men that he'd wished he'd gone back to New Orleans, done what he'd needed to do, and settled back into his life of crime and taking his place in the family business and left the superheroing to someone else.

Then he'd remember, if he'd done that, he'd never have a woman like Rogue caring for him like she was today, bending a straw for him to take a drink, looking at him with such love and adoration in her eyes that he could almost believe nothing bad had happened between the two of them, and that maybe, just maybe, they were going to be alright after all.

No. Sometimes, going home was tempting, sometimes his life felt too big for him, but then he would look at her, or hear her voice, and he'd realize he was wrong. That this, wherever it lead him, was where he belonged.

He smiled gently at her, and took a small sip from the glass she provided. There was a metaphor in there, too, but it teased just beyond his perception.

"Merci, cher."

She'd often wondered along the same line, when terrible thing after terrible thing would befall the X-Men or mutantkind. Not everyone had healing factors, but everyone fought for to protect others. In the end, they've just learned to try and treasure the little things in life, and she'd need reminding of that.

"Just so you know," she started with a tilt of her head, trying to subdue the 'cat ate the canary' grin that's threatening to break free. "Ah threatened the nurse with bodily harm when she tried to give you a sponge bath." At that point, Rogue attempted to appear as though she'd done him a great favor in that action, and she's also not pointing out the fact that he's clean and didn't smell positively terrible. Quite the opposite actually.

She's just going to let him draw his own conclusions.

As Remy's mind slowly rejoined the land of the living, and as he was slowly able to piece together threads of thought from evidence given, a slow smile began to tease at the corners of his lips. He wasn't surprised, not in the least, that Rogue had threatened bodily harm on another woman touching him, at this point in his life he was pretty sure it was going to be her or no one for him for the rest of his days, but he wasn't dirty, he hadn't been sitting in his own filth.

That left only one option, and it was one he was really enjoying imagining, even if he was going to play annoyed until she called him on his BS. He could do a lot of BSing before that happened.

He turned his head toward her slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"You mean ta tell me you had yo' hands all over me and I didn't even get to enjoy it?"

That smile of his did absolutely nothing to diminish her self-satisfied amusement. On the contrary, Rogue appeared even more pleased as pie with herself it his mock irritation, but more importantly, she felt more at home than she had since arriving here, what with them sassing each other with practiced ease. No doubt something that was long deserved right after several large emotional weights had finally been lifted: some semblance of home and happiness.

"Are you insinuatin' that ah missed a spot?"

It's most certainly a challenge, her counter to his attempt at annoyance. Plus, how dare he question the quality of her work? She's clearly a professional.

It was funny how easy it was to slip into practiced rolls and he moved, surprised a bit at how much of en effort it was, to raise on his elbows and put himself closer to her, grinning wickedly as he did so.

"Now, you know there ain' no way for me ta me sure in my current situation, cher, but yo' welcome ta check."

Wicked grin or not, Rogue knew him well enough to catch how much of an effort the movement was for Remy. So, she took the opportunity to release his hands and lean in real close, countering his grin with a sultry one of her own as she reached clear past him to readjust his pillows to be more supportive now that he's sitting more upright.

"Sounds like you're suggestin' ah get right scandalous with you in a hospital room." She admonished while speaking in a low, teasing drawl.

If he's appreciative of the attention to his pillows, which he is, he doesn't show it, at least he does his model best not to, but there are just some things you can't keep out of the relaxing of your shoulders to the slack in your brow. That and when a woman knows you as well as Rogue does, it's damned near impossible to hide anything. Still, he continues to grin even as he allows himself to settle back onto those pillows.

"What, mon coeur, you never wanted ta play nurse?"

Pillows situated to her liking after he's leaned back on them, Rogue shifts on the bed to move closer, the length of her outer thigh pressing along the length of his through the covers as she leaned over him, inside hand planting on the bed outside his hips for stability she didn't technically need. The other hand returns to push hair from his face, tutting softly when it fell back on his forehead.

"Perhaps, but it sure looks like you're more than able to give yourself your own sponge baths now."

To be honest, giving him a sponge bath while he's awake and ready to participate would end up far more dirty than clean, and for now, he needed to rest.

He pouted at her response, but didn't protest her closeness. They didn't need full contact, not in Remy's opinion, though when they could get it, it was damn sure nice.

"I don' know, cher. I might take some time ta recover. Ain' ever been infected by no nanite virus before." But even the animation he'd mustered thus far had taken more out of him that he'd realized. He was awake, but he felt like sleep sounded like a great idea. It didn't feel like he had when he'd nearly slipped away from her. It just felt warm, and close, and safe. "Yo' stayin', right?"

She huffed playfully, but truth be told she had zero issue assisting him bathe while he was still recovering because she loved him and had the perfect gloves for the occasion. Her smirk said as much even though she shrugged a shoulder. "Well ah wouldn't want you to pull somethin' tryin' to wash between your toes."

As she joked, Rogue could see the exhaustion tugging him back, but it looked and felt light years different from when he slipped into the coma. Still, she looked right ready to fuss over him. Her eyebrow lifted at his question, and she consequently maneuvered herself so that she stretched out horizontally, floating over the side of the bed closest to the nightstand with the water. She's poised ready to lay down with him and provide herself as an additional pillow.

"Ah'm all yours Remy."

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