Just an idea I had floating around my head and thought I'd share.

Marvel owns these characters; I don't own much of anything.

Chapter 1

He kissed her hard, pulling her closer to him, their bodies tangled in the sheets and with each others limbs. He ran his fingers along the lily-white flesh over her ribs as she moved to sit astride him and gripped her hips as she slid herself onto him. She didn't need much encouragement to increase her speed as she moved over him, her hands on his chest, bracing herself up. She threw her head back with a moan, sending a cascade of auburn waves out of her lovely face and looked down at him. Mon Dieu! Her eyes were greener and more beautiful than any emeralds he had ever seen; she was so beautiful. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of her platinum streaked hair and brought her mouth to his. Not only were her soft, full lips the color of cherries, they tasted like them too. She moaned his name against his lips; he loved the way she said his name; the way she caressed it with that wonderful southern drawl: "Remy!"

"Wake up!"

Remy LeBeau shifted in his sleep, grasping at the now fading dream of his lady-love and trying to get back there.

"Gambit, wake up!" an insistent and incredibly annoying voice was shouting at him from somewhere.

Remy groaned and sat up; blinking the sleep out of his ruby and onyx colored eyes but it was not Rogue who stood in his doorway.

"Danger Room in ten minutes, Gambit!" Scott Summers, already clad in his uniform, stood in the doorway, frowning. "If you didn't come dragging in here at 4am, you would have plenty of time to sleep before the team sessions."

"An' if y' pulled dat ten foot pole outta y' ass y' might be a more likeable guy," Remy shot back, grinding the sleep out of his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"Just get up, asshole!" Scott said after sputtering for a moment.

"Y' got all dat sleep las' night an' y' can't come up wit' a better come back den dat?"

"I have responsibilities, Gambit!" Scott shouted. "I can't go gallivanting about all hours of the night."

"C' mon, Slim," Gambit lounged back against his pillows. Since this bastard interrupted such a great dream, Remy was going to give him a very hard time. "We bot' know de reason y' go t' bed so early is 'cause y' can't get laid."

Scott turned as red as the quartz on his visor as he began to sputter angrily.

"Problem, gentlemen?" they were joined by Ororo and Logan.

"I'm not dealing with this!" Scott finally shouted and stormed off down the hallway.

"Must you antagonize him?" Ororo sighed as she gazed at Remy with a disapproving but sympathetic look.

"Only ev'ry other day," Remy answered cheekily.

Ororo rolled her eyes and headed after Scott. Logan chuckled after she had gone and turned to Remy.

"Ya got him good, Cajun. Now get yer lazy carcass outta bed an' down to the Danger Room."

XXX

Remy was exhausted but he wasn't going to let it show; he wasn't going to give Cyclops the satisfaction of knowing this and most importantly, he was still trying to show off for her. When he and Piotr had joined the team a few months ago, he was startled into silence when he saw her again; she was even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. Her hair was longer and fell in soft curls around her shoulders; she still had the goth look but her make-up was no longer so severe and her curves had filled out considerably. She seemed wary of him; of the way he seemed to have no fear of her mutation and got extremely close to her at times; even touching her through her clothes. Everyone avoided her, this was partly due to her powers and partly to do with her attitude; but he didn't respect the no man's land she had built around her. He would sidle up to her as often as he could, close enough to breathe in the scent of Magnolias that clung to her hair and skin; and maybe cop a feel while he was at it.

The exercise that morning was basic tag; four teams each trying to tag members of the other team out and the last man standing wins. She was on an opposite team; Scott had arranged the teams and put Remy with most of the younger, clumsier students on purpose. Scott also knew or at least thought he knew Remy's intension toward Rogue and separated them out of spite. This suited Remy fine, however, as he promptly ditched his team and sought out his chere, tagging out any of the opposing teams that he saw. His stealth was his advantage and he had tagged out quite a few of the students by the time he spotted Rogue. Kitty was trying to sneak up on her in the hallway of an abandoned building created by Cerebro but she was intercepted by the charming thief before she reached her quarry. Shadowcat headed dejectedly out of the Danger Room and up to the control room to watch the rest of the exercise.

He and Rogue were now circling each other in the small space, keeping their distance lest the other try to tag them out.

"Ah don't have all day, swamp rat," Rogue drawled as they circled. "Just make y' move so Ah can tag y' out."

"I knew y' been wantin' t' get y' hands all over dis Cajun, chere," Remy grinned, remembering his dream.

"Y' a pig."

"An' y' love me f'r it."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Y' wastin' mah time, Cajun."

"I don't t'ink dere be anywhere else y' wanna be 'cept here wit' me, darlin'."

"Y' delusional too."

"Jus' crazy 'bout y'."

Rogue sighed and turned to walk away.

"Where y' goin', chere?"

"We can't stand here all day," Rogue called over her shoulder.

She took a few more steps and then turned back when she knew he wasn't following. She had just wanted to make him move so she could tag him but when she looked back, he was gone. Sighing and shaking her head, Rogue turned again- only to be pinned against the wall behind her with his body. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as he brought his own so close they were nearly touching and stared into his burning eyes. He stayed this way, his body pressed against hers, feeling her heart beating wildly against his, her breasts moving against his chest with her rapid breathing and he smiled at her.

"Tag," he whispered seductively.

Rogue didn't move, she just stared into his eyes as though hypnotized and didn't seem to notice his knee wedging between her thighs. She snapped out of this trance when she felt his hands running lightly over her breasts.

"Don' run, chere," he whispered as he nipped lightly at her covered shoulder. "Don' run from me."

She whimpered and closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her through the thin elastic of her uniform. He ran one hand down her ribs, over her hip and thigh to pull one of her legs up around his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her other leg up to join the first one.

"Roguey," he whispered as he kissed her shoulders, hair and neck; anywhere but her exposed flesh. Dieu, but he wanted her. He was growing hard against her and he knew she could feel it.

"Remy," she whimpered softly, using his real name for the first time since he had joined. He loved the way it sounded.

"What's going on down there?"

Remy growled as Cyclop's voice came through from the control room. "Rogue, Gambit, you two are the only ones left."

Rogue slipped her legs down and pushed him away gently, patting down her hair and smoothing down her uniform. The spell was broken and she was starting to leave. Remy put a hand out to stop her but she backed away.

"Y' gonna end up in a coma, swamp rat," Rogue said as her proverbial walls went back up.

Gambit swore softly as he followed Rogue from out of the holographic building and as he watched her walk away, he was never so grateful for his long, leather duster.

"It's over," Rogue called out as they stepped out into the open, glancing back at Remy before she said. "Gambit tagged me."

(A/N: This will probably be a short story kids. Let me know what you think of the first chapter.)