My Good Luck Charm
One-Shot
Written by xmengirlzrule
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A/N: This was a totally random one-shot. It just came to me. Hope you like it. Flames are welcome.
A/N (2): Oh, I know it's not anywhere near Friday the Thirteenth. Bear with me, people.
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It's near midnight when I hear someone's husky voice say, "Bonjour chere," from behind me.
I turn around towards the doors that lead to the balcony outside of my bedroom. Gambit is perched on the railing. He smiles sexily at me and beckons. I shake my head no and rub my comforter, patting a bare space where he can sit. He shrugs and walks over to me, popping a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
Since I've learned to control my powers, we've become a couple. Who would've thought?
Definitely not me.
"Y're lookin' belle, as always," he whispers in my ear. His breath feels so good against my skin. He pulls me into his lap and we sit there for a moment.
I finally break the silence. "So, what'd ya come here for, Swamp Rat?"
"Tsk, tsk. No name callin', chere." Remy runs his fingers through his auburn hair. "Do y' know what t'morrow is?"
I shake my head. "What?"
"Friday de Thirteenth."
"So?" I say. "It's just some dumb superstition someone came up with ta pass the time he had ta wait until he could get out of school and start the weekend."
"Non. It's real, chere."
"No, Remy."
"Oui."
"No."
"Oui."
"Ya're so stubborn, ya know that?"
He rests his head in the crook of my neck and lays little butterfly kisses on my skin. His touch sends shivers up my spine. I sigh. A year ago, I would've been disgusted at the thought of being with a 'player' like him.
"Remy'll prove it." He points to the watch on his wrist and counts down. His hands wander down to my sides. It tickles.
He begins to count down. "Trois, deux, l'un..."
The sound of breaking glass makes me jump. He wraps his arms around my waist. "Told y' so," he says, handing me the chain off of his neck. "This will protect y' from any bad luck." He lets it drop into my outspread palm.
"Ah still don't believe in bad luck," I tell him.
"My good china!" We hear Hank yell from downstairs. "Do you know how expensive that was!?"
I grip the chain tightly. "But maybe Ah'll keep it. Just in case."