Let her take charge

Remy was more than happy to give up control to Emma.

He, much like everyone else that ever met her, knew that she was the exact type of woman who liked being in charge.

And Remy wasn't one to demand domination over others, so he would happily let her lead.

Sure, he'd take control if that's what they wanted, but he never wanted to offend a woman by trying to assert his dominance over them.

That was a quick way to piss someone off and get some bad words said about you to their friends.

He was brought back to reality by a rather hard kiss from Emma as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She clearly admired his scruffy look, even if she wouldn't admit it.

After all Emma epitomized the idea of the Upper class, only the finest for someone like her.

So a guy who wasn't exactly a high society power player wasn't really supposed to be on her radar.

Emma was determined to enjoy herself, mainly because she (and Gambit) knew it was going to be a one time only thing.

She started off by kissing him as hard as she possibly could.

Remy wasn't surprised by that, it was little shows of power that really got Emma off.

It made sense given how much she relished being a part of the elite.

Even as a superhero, she never really let those attitudes go.

Suddenly, just as he started responding, Emma pulled away from the kiss and began to undress him.

She made sure that he knew that he wasn't to lay a hand on her until she demanded it.

Emma's White Queen days may have been long gone, but the skills she learned clearly stuck with her.

Once she was done, she offered him the chance to take off one of her gloves as a reward for being so co-operative.

Remy took her up on her offer and, soon enough, the glove was on the floor.

"Now, LeBeau, I want you to listen to the rules very closely." Emma began.

If Emma wanted to lay down the rules here and now, Remy wasn't going to complain, he could happily wait longer as long as it got him to his destination.