Disclaimer: X-Men and its characters are properties of Stan Lee and MARVEL COMICS co., etc. I do not own them nor do I make any money out of this. This is written for fan entertainment only.
Characters: Rogue and Gambit
Pairing:
Rogue / Gambit
Rating: PG
Category: general /
romance
Fiction note: AU-ish. Though they touch a bit here,
I'm still not ignoring her powers; I claim she's learned to
control them at least a little.
Summary: Rogue comes home and finds her love cooking a meal with love and caring.
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The red-head opened the door to the small flat she was currently sharing with the handsome thief. Loud music hit her ears and she blinked a couple of times before closing the door after her.
"Remy?" she called, but no one answered. No wonder, she thought, with music this loud he wouldn't hear even if Siren called for him.
Rogue took off her coat and, covering her ears, went quickly to the living room and turned the music down.
Remy peeked out of the kitchen. "Oh, hi, chére. Didn' hear ya come in."
"Obviously", smirked Rogue. "No wonder the lady downstairs glared at me. Sugah, we live above someone. Care to explain the music?"
"I always play music dis loud, when I cook."
"Yah're… cooking?" Rogue peeked into the kitchen. "What is it?" she sniffed, "Smells delicious."
Remy smiled and hugged the woman from behind, walking her to the pot that was bubbling on the small stove. "Taste, why don' ya?" he whispered into her ear, kissing her hair softly.
Rogue took the ladle, scooped a bit of the broth and tasted it. She swallowed and blew air out. "It's a tad spicy, don' yah think?"
The man rocked her a bit, laughing. "Gumbo's supposed to be, chére. And Ah've even made it milder dan usual for ya."
Rogue laughed at that. "Thanks, sugah. Is it gonna be ready anytime soon? Ah'm starvin' here."
"Sure. Just needs the shrimp and it's done."
"Ah can set the table", said Rogue and turned to their small dining table. "Oh, sugah", she sighed, seeing the table, "That's too beautiful."
Remy had already set the table, with thick candles and flowers. There was white bread in a basket, covered with a cloth and a bottle of red wine.
"What's the occasion?" Rogue asked, snuggling her head under Remy's chin.
"Nothin', chére", the man shrugged, "I wanted to spoil yah. And I promise dis is just de beginning."
"Oh?"
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End notes: My dad always plays the music very, very loud when he's cooking or doing other chores, so I decided to give Remy that same habit. ^^'
If you can suggest something for their accents, I'd be more than happy, because I usually use "proper" British English.