THE DAY THAT GAMBIT WAS IRRESISTABLE!!! (to even non-Gambette's! Wow!)
Don't ask... I just got this freaky idea... and... er. Well...
I don't own 'em... nope, not a one.
Summary: Read the dang TITLE!!! Pah!
Hot damn, this is short! Sorry, ya'll.
One fine and sunny morning, about 11am (it was a Sunday-no danger room practice on the sabbath for the X-tian X-Men), Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit when in X-Men mode, woke up. He stretched out his long limbs, ran his fingers through his thick reddish-brown hair, and smiled contentedly. He felt about the same as always, but something was different. Something...
He hopped out of bed and walked to the kitchen in his silent-thief way. The lone occupant of the kitchen was Scott, who was rumaging through the cupboards, looking for god knows what. Gambit walked up behind him and tapped him on his shoulder, scaring the crap out of him.
Scott wheeled around, screeching "What the... who the... grr-" and paused, looking at Remy. A brief smile touched the corners of his mouth, then faded, and was replaced with a look of... desire, perhaps?
Non, thought Gambit. Non, never! I must be malfunctioning... maybe my empathy's wrong...
But he knew, even if his powers were malfunctioning, his experiance was not. "Scott... Cyclops... homme... non, you no wan' ta do dis!" He cried as Scott lunged at him. "Gambit, I never realized how..." but he didn't finish as his lips closed down on Remy's.
"Gad!" cried Gambit, and pushed him away. "You not t'inkin'! Geez-us!" Gambit broke into a sprint into the hall, with Scott on his heels, calling "Gambit, my love, where are you going? Playing hard to get? Tee hee...". Luckily, Gambit's longer legs and faster speed won out. He bolted outside as Scott's calling got softer, then went out. He leaned against the door panting, and tried desparately to comprehend what just happened. He saw Storm watering some corn, and went to her (mmm... corn. You can tell what I'm craving.)
"Holy crap, Stormy! Scotty just tried to *attack* me! He jumped on me and-and-and *kissed* me! Yech!" Gambit was flushed and apparently very confused and overwhelmed by Scott's actions. He looked at Storm pleadingly, hoping beyond hope that she knew about some prank that involved Scott trying to kiss him or something. Storm's eyes hazed over and she walked over to Gambit, saying, "Well, I remember someone saying..." and she leaned in like she was going to whisper something in his ear. But alas, she did not. She leaned in closer, and closer, until... "Smooooch."
Gambit pulled out of Storm's grasp as well. "Stormy, I t'ink of you like a sister! Why you kiss me!?" But Storm was up again, with desire written all over her face, her body language screaming to him. He ran. Fast and far away. Unfortuneatly, Storm can fly. And thus, she caught up, and tackled him from behind. The breath was knock out of Gambit, but before his breathing could return to normal, Storm's lips and mouth covered his own.
"Eep!" Gambit pulled away and ran away again, quickly, back towards the mansion, hoping the professor could help him figure out what was wrong. Storm followed again, but in her unwavering watching of him, she hit a tree and was knocked out. At least temporarily.
Gambit piled into the door, gasping and panting, and took off again to professor's office before he could think another thought.
*Squeak-SLAM!* He ran into the office, and jumped onto the long couch that Xavier had had for as long as Remy could remember. "Merde!" He stared at the couch until he regained his composure, then slowly lifted his head to see the professor. However, when he saw the professor, he was in the process of removing his shirt.
"Uh... Xavier? Um, Charley? Yikes!" Gambit tried to run, but couldn't. *Damnit*, he thought, *Xavier's telepathy! I can't move! No! How do I get out of this one?* Gambit racked his brain, but came up with no answer. He waited in fearful anticipation of the coming events. He closed his eyes tight, and suddenly Mae West slipped into his mind.
Oh, hell! Gambit cried to himself. I know what's wrong!
Alright, not my best I'll admit. But the idea wouldn't go away. :( Anyways, I was watching E!'s Mysteries and Scandals on Mae West when I wrote part of this. So she has a role. Uh, if I get reviews, you see what happens. If I don't, or if the reviews urge me to back away from the typewriter until this idea goes away, I guess I won't continue there, either. Uh... thanx, ya'll!
BTW, where is everyone from? Like, I guess this is an age/sex/location check. I'm just kinda curious...
Don't ask... I just got this freaky idea... and... er. Well...
I don't own 'em... nope, not a one.
Summary: Read the dang TITLE!!! Pah!
Hot damn, this is short! Sorry, ya'll.
One fine and sunny morning, about 11am (it was a Sunday-no danger room practice on the sabbath for the X-tian X-Men), Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit when in X-Men mode, woke up. He stretched out his long limbs, ran his fingers through his thick reddish-brown hair, and smiled contentedly. He felt about the same as always, but something was different. Something...
He hopped out of bed and walked to the kitchen in his silent-thief way. The lone occupant of the kitchen was Scott, who was rumaging through the cupboards, looking for god knows what. Gambit walked up behind him and tapped him on his shoulder, scaring the crap out of him.
Scott wheeled around, screeching "What the... who the... grr-" and paused, looking at Remy. A brief smile touched the corners of his mouth, then faded, and was replaced with a look of... desire, perhaps?
Non, thought Gambit. Non, never! I must be malfunctioning... maybe my empathy's wrong...
But he knew, even if his powers were malfunctioning, his experiance was not. "Scott... Cyclops... homme... non, you no wan' ta do dis!" He cried as Scott lunged at him. "Gambit, I never realized how..." but he didn't finish as his lips closed down on Remy's.
"Gad!" cried Gambit, and pushed him away. "You not t'inkin'! Geez-us!" Gambit broke into a sprint into the hall, with Scott on his heels, calling "Gambit, my love, where are you going? Playing hard to get? Tee hee...". Luckily, Gambit's longer legs and faster speed won out. He bolted outside as Scott's calling got softer, then went out. He leaned against the door panting, and tried desparately to comprehend what just happened. He saw Storm watering some corn, and went to her (mmm... corn. You can tell what I'm craving.)
"Holy crap, Stormy! Scotty just tried to *attack* me! He jumped on me and-and-and *kissed* me! Yech!" Gambit was flushed and apparently very confused and overwhelmed by Scott's actions. He looked at Storm pleadingly, hoping beyond hope that she knew about some prank that involved Scott trying to kiss him or something. Storm's eyes hazed over and she walked over to Gambit, saying, "Well, I remember someone saying..." and she leaned in like she was going to whisper something in his ear. But alas, she did not. She leaned in closer, and closer, until... "Smooooch."
Gambit pulled out of Storm's grasp as well. "Stormy, I t'ink of you like a sister! Why you kiss me!?" But Storm was up again, with desire written all over her face, her body language screaming to him. He ran. Fast and far away. Unfortuneatly, Storm can fly. And thus, she caught up, and tackled him from behind. The breath was knock out of Gambit, but before his breathing could return to normal, Storm's lips and mouth covered his own.
"Eep!" Gambit pulled away and ran away again, quickly, back towards the mansion, hoping the professor could help him figure out what was wrong. Storm followed again, but in her unwavering watching of him, she hit a tree and was knocked out. At least temporarily.
Gambit piled into the door, gasping and panting, and took off again to professor's office before he could think another thought.
*Squeak-SLAM!* He ran into the office, and jumped onto the long couch that Xavier had had for as long as Remy could remember. "Merde!" He stared at the couch until he regained his composure, then slowly lifted his head to see the professor. However, when he saw the professor, he was in the process of removing his shirt.
"Uh... Xavier? Um, Charley? Yikes!" Gambit tried to run, but couldn't. *Damnit*, he thought, *Xavier's telepathy! I can't move! No! How do I get out of this one?* Gambit racked his brain, but came up with no answer. He waited in fearful anticipation of the coming events. He closed his eyes tight, and suddenly Mae West slipped into his mind.
Oh, hell! Gambit cried to himself. I know what's wrong!
Alright, not my best I'll admit. But the idea wouldn't go away. :( Anyways, I was watching E!'s Mysteries and Scandals on Mae West when I wrote part of this. So she has a role. Uh, if I get reviews, you see what happens. If I don't, or if the reviews urge me to back away from the typewriter until this idea goes away, I guess I won't continue there, either. Uh... thanx, ya'll!
BTW, where is everyone from? Like, I guess this is an age/sex/location check. I'm just kinda curious...