Back at the boat house, Rogue and Remy were lying together in the one small bed that occupied the small room. Rogue had her head on Remy's chest and she was beaming in the afterglow. She sighed softly as he felt his arms around her.

"This was even better than the first time," she said and looked up at him.

"Are you saying the first time wasn't good?" he asked in a teasing way.

"No, it was incredible, but this was better because ah wasn't so nervous." She kissed him softly as he stroked her hair.

"You were nervous de first time?" he asked teasing her again.

"Remy, you know ah was," she said and smacked him on the arm.

"Oh, dere's my bad girl," he said and flipped her over onto her back. He was tickling her and which made her squeal.

"Remy, stop it!" she said, trying to free herself from his grip, but he was relentless. He grabbed her arms after he stopped tickling her.

"Now, you want Remy to stop," he said with his body pressed against hers.

"No," she said as he released her hands. "Ah think someone's gettin' excited again."

"Lucky for you," he said and went right for the tender spot on her neck. With the party going on no one could hear them. They had all night, and Remy wanted to make this night last as long as possible. They had waited so long to be together, and now that they were, he never wanted to let her go.

To Be Continued...