Chapter 1 - Keep up Cajun
"Mind yourself swamp rat!" Rogue exclaimed as she playfully pushed Gambit to one side. Unfortunately her super strength got the better of her and Gambit sailed across the room before colliding with the wall of the danger room and hitting the floor.
"Maybe cheré should stop worrying about Gambit and start minding herself!" Gambit grinned as he casually tossed a card Rogue's way. She skillfully dodged allowing the card to recherché off the wall leaving Gambit only a few seconds to dodge it himself.
"Maybe we should lock you in a box, where you can't hurt yourself sugah!"
"If you come visit, maybe it's worth it, you know?" Gambit smiled flirtatiously, in a manner Rogue had come to expect from him over the years.
"Don't you think I've got better things to do with my time!?"
Without warning Gambit jumped Rogue and playfully pinned her to the cold floor before she could make any effort to protest. As the danger room doors slid open allowing Wolverine to enter, followed shortly by Jubilee, Rogue rolled over so that she now sat astride Gambit.
"Watch it you two, there are kids in the house!" Wolverine growled, a hint of jealousy betrayed in his eyes.
"I think its sweet." Jubilee remarked as Gambit skillfully flipped over, yet again pinning Rogue.
"You won't think it's so sweet when we've got twenty mini X's running around." Logan commented as Jubilee giggled, unthinkingly.
Rogue, however, failed to see the joke. She turned pale, throwing Gambit off her before storming out of the room, angrily. Gambit got up, preparing to follow but not before he had coldly remarked 'Salaud!'
Wolverine punched the wall, fuming, before storming off himself, leaving Jubilee alone to ask the question "What's a 'salawd.'"
Rogue rushed outside, heading for the school gates which the Professor usually locked at around 10pm. She looked at the clock, 10.30. She wrenched open the bars just enough to allow her slender shape to slip through. The thought of flying over them had never occurred to her.
Gambit vaulted over the high walls, following at what he deemed to be a safe distance. They walked silently for a manner of minutes before Rogue spun round, unable to contain her anger.
"Damn it, swap rat, will you get off my arse!" She shouted and Gambit stumbled back in surprise at her words.
"Believe me cheré, if Gambit were on your arse, you'd know."
"Just, can it Cajun!" Rogue bellowed but the edge had fallen from her voice.
"Rogue, ignore that imbécile. He don't know what real love is." Gambit swallowed his words so that they were almost lost but Rogue still caught them. She moved into him, lost in his scarlet eyes and for a moment she quite forgot herself.
She sighed, frustrated, that blissful moment had passed all too soon. "Keep up Cajun, this an't love." She turned to fly off but Gambit grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him with so much force that she struggled to keep her balance.
They leant to one another, their lips almost touching but still parted, as though an invisible barrier kept them so. He held her in his muscled arms, as they breathed into one another. His breathe caressed her lips, as she imaged his tongue would do but for now, this was as close as they could be. Gambit lifted a gloved finger and gently caressed Rogue's cheek, wiping away a single silver tear that had unknowingly fallen.
"Cheré," Gambit whispered as his hand remained, resting contentedly on her cheek, his other protectively placed on her shoulder.
"Yes, Remy." Rogue sighed, her own hands resting softly on his back.
"Next time we together, don't have the anchovies for dinner, no?" Gambit smirked teasingly.
Rogue wasted no time, slapping his hand from her face and pushing him to the ground she took off without a second glance.
"Au revoir, mon ange, until we meet again." Gambit called before adding to himself. "Don't worry, for you, Gambit would wait forever."