Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic in a while. I have been really loving my all time favorite OTP so I thought I would try my hand on giving them a place in the Movieverse. Let me know what you think! I would love feedback. I hope to update this story weekly.

- Emme

The one downside to living with teenagers was that they had the most addicting books. It was something that Rogue both loved and hated. Since the Cure had failed her, she had worked hard to complete a degree and teach at Xavier's, to work for Ororo and care for the children as if they were her own. It wasn't easy, but the kids respected her. She had a feeling it had a lot to do with the Danger Room sessions she put them through. Rumor has it the only person more ruthless than she was Logan, who was on one of his year long trips up north. He always came home, though.

After making sure the students of Xavier's were in their rooms at curfew, she made her way down to the library. It was her favorite room of the whole mansion. Often times, she had her literature classes here so they could learn in the warm, mahogany room in front of so much knowledge. There was a fire dancing in the fireplace, the perfect ward against the autumn chill. She stretched out on the couch and opened the book she had been reading.

It was a series about a young queen and her fight to regain her throne and protect not only her people but the entire world. The series was captivating her and her young students. She had just gotten to the most recent book and she knew there was still another coming in a year's time. Rogue knew that it would be hard to wait for that novel, but she couldn't bring herself to pace the books out. She needed to find out what happened next.

She drew one of the soft throws over herself and snuggled down, curled on her side. Novels like this one allowed her to escape her life, at least for a while. It made her forget what it was like to feel her power stripped from her when she took the Cure, making her wonder if it was worth the pain, if she was doing the right thing. As much as she hated what her powers did to others, how it kept all those she loved at arms length, it was still a part of her. Books made her forget what it was like to have those powers come rushing back after almost a year in the middle of a long walk with Bobby. They made her forget how he couldn't stay with her.

Books let her entire a world of magic, of romance that didn't have any bounds. Those were the stories she gravitated towards. It was a world she wanted for herself. She just didn't see it in the cards for herself. At least, not any time soon. Sighing, she turned the page and pushed those thoughts out of her mind. It didn't take long for the story to grab hold. She turned page after page, losing herself in the words that wove the world of the books so completely.

The pages turned slower as the fire dwindled. Rogue yawned but didn't want to stop reading. Even as her eye lids drooped, she kept trying to fight through to find out what would happen. She wasn't sure when she nodded off, but she didn't feel the book slip from her fingers or hear when it hit the floor. The blanket was warm and the room was still cozy despite the dying flames in the fireplace. It was not the first time she had fallen asleep in the library.

She didn't hear the footsteps as they padded across the carpet towards her. Someone picked up her book and slipped the ribbon she was using to mark her pages in where it should be. Deft fingers placed it on the low table near the sofa. He crouched to see if she was deep in her slumber. Deciding she was, he pulled back the blanket and lifted her into his arms, careful not to touch her skin.

It was enough to rouse her from her sleep. "Wha-?" Rogue blinked and looked at the face of the man now carrying her towards her room. His dark eyes turned to her. "Swamp Rat?"

Gambit chuckled. "Yes, ma cheri?"

"Are you crazy? Put me down before you touch me. I don't want you in my head again." Rogue scowled at him. She made to squirm out of his arms, but he held tight.

"Remy be careful, cher. Don't you worry."

Sighing, she let him carry her. It would be easier than getting out of his tight grip. At least, this way, she knew that he was going to accidentally touch her because of something she did. "I could have slept on the couch, you know."

"Remy knows, but he imagines your bed is more comfortable."

It was annoying when he was right.

He carried her in silence up the steps and passed the student rooms. The teachers had their own wing with suites. It was comfortable and she was happy to be there. He had joined their ranks a few months ago, owing to an old debt to Logan. The older man was not pleased to see the former thief but he didn't object to him joining the team. Rogue had watched as he flirted with each other women on staff and rolled her eyes each time. His charms were lost on her, the untouchable woman.

"What were you reading, cher?"

She looked up at him and yawned again. "Just some book one of the students lent me."

"Must be good if you be up till 2 AM reading."

Rogue laughed and shook her head. "2 AM is nothing. Some books keep me up until the sun and those are the best ones."

He looked at her as he turned down her hall. "Remy never understood the draw to books like that."

"Maybe ya just haven't found the right one," she offered.

"Maybe you can recommend one to Remy."

"Maybe."

He stopped at her door and looked down at her to unlock it. Rogue shook her head. "I've got it from here, Swamp Rat. Thanks for the lift," she drawled.

Gently, he set her on her feet and handed her the book she had abandoned earlier. "Anytime, ma cheri. Anytime." He drew her gloved hand to his lips. "Bonne nuit."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Night, suga."