Summary: Rogue is reading Remy's journal while he's away and finds out a little too late that he still loves her. Or is it…?

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own.

Written Desires

Chapter One: Merde

Everyday it started the same. Wake up. Look around. Make sure no skin was showing. Make sure everything was alright. Check. Go take a shower. Double check. Dress for an early session in the Danger Room. Triple check.

Not today.

Today was Saturday, October 31st. It was time for the routine to change. To come to an end. Literally. It would die by my hands. Or else my name would no longer be The Prince of Thieves, the Ragin' Cajun, Gambit, Remy LeBeau.

Today she would be mine.

Today Rogue would be mine.

Despite those damn powers of hers. Despite that damn attitude of hers. Despite that damn fear of hers.

Yes, I know she's scared. She was scared to death. Hell, so would I if I could suck not only the memories but the very life out of the person I loved.

Yes I know she loves me.

Call it my French arrogance or my southern ego, but I'm 100 sure that she loves me. Why else would she resist so much over the years? Besides, every time we have a mission together, she makes sure to watch my back as I do hers.

Then again, there's even more proof. Remember when my resurrected ex-wife Bella Donna tried to force me into marrying her again? Oh yeah, Rogue was down there on the Bayou in a hot flash to save my, 'cheatin swamp rat hide' as she called me. That made me laugh.

I love that she's southern. I love that I'm southern. I love that we're southern. I love her. I'm the Prince of Thieves and I want her as my Princess because that woman has stolen my heart and I don't want it back.

As I said, today was Halloween, which made it a very special day for the both of us. I had so many plans. Today was Rogues birthday and she was turning 25.

How did I know? Mon Dieu, haven't you been listening to me at all? I'm a sexy ass thief. I can get whatever I want from any woman by simply speaking.

Oh yeah, that's another thing I gave up in favor of my Rogue. My sex life. Last year at a major gathering, I swore off sex in front of Rogue, Wolverine, Storm, Jean and Mr. Stick up his ass. Oops, I mean Scott. Don't read that part. Pardon this Cajun, s'il vous plait. Now, why did I do it you ask?

See what had happened was that it was the day of Ororo and Logan's wedding. Yeah, that's an odd pairing, but it works nonetheless. She keeps his animal caged and he brings her animal out. It's weird to say the least.

Anyway, I was the best man and Rogue was the maid of honor. Mon Dieu, she looked magnifique in that dress. I want her to wear the bride's dress for me though. There I go again. Back to the topic Remy.

So every past, present and future X Man was there to help us celebrate. Some of the guests weren't even members, yet they respected us as superheroes, thus showing up. Such guest as Wonder Woman and Hawk Woman, who both asked me to dance, but I turned them down in favor of Rogue. That's right; she and I danced all night long.

When the time came for the bouquet to be thrown, all the single women gathered in hopes of catching it. I even saw that Rogue was making sure her skin was covered as she headed out to the crowd.

See, when you get a bunch of single mutant females together, you've got to set rules. So the men set rules. No using your super powers to catch the bouquet. But then again, these were single mutant women we were speaking of. Since when do they listen to us men? It didn't start that day, I'll tell you that much.

So Stormy threw the flowers and all hell broke loose. Them femmes got to elbowin' and jumpin' like never before. I swear on the Thieves Guild that I saw Rogue power-bomb at least two other femmes. When the smoke cleared, I'll be damned if my southern belle didn't come out the winner. Even had the nerve to flaunt it in the other's faces.

When we took a seat at the table, we got to talking about marriage and she was into it. She asked me if I liked being married and I replied no, because it wasn't to her. While she blushed, I took her gloved hand in mine and kissed it. She asked me why I wasted my time on her when I couldn't touch her and my reply was simple. You don't need to touch to feel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, blasé, blasé, and that's when I swore off sex until I could find a way to be with her.

I must've lost my damn mind, what, with all the love in the room.

And I didn't notice I had an audience until Wolverine started laughing… maudire this pen is running out…brb…

Okay, brand new pen.

Today is it. Today I will be with Rogue in that way because I found a way. I have been testing different theories with Hank ever since the wedding. If I charge myself with X amount of kinetic energy, I can create a force field around myself that will allow Rogue to touch without hurting me.

There are always risks though.

I could get too excited and overcharge myself, thus becoming an explosive device.

Did you read that? Remy LeBeau could go BOOM over a femme. Cajun everywhere. Yeah, LOL while you can. No, not funny at all; Ce Cajun n'est amuse pas. In English? This Cajun is not amused.

But she's worth it.

Ah, I'd better get over to her room before she heads off to the danger room. I'll be back later to tell you what happened on our first 'date'……..

XXX

Merde! Merde! Somebody must hate me! I could've sworn he was gone! Kaput! Out of our lives! I could've sworn that that bastard went with those lizard aliens when he turned into one! What the hell is he doing back here as a human!

You must be wondering who I'm talking about, right?

Cody.

Rogue's old flame Cody is back…and he can touch her freely somehow.

And that's not all. He just asked her to marry him!

TBC…