This little two-shot was inspired when I was happily munching on Chips Ahoy cookies… there is a rumor floating around my house that I ate the whole pack. All lies! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little 2-shot =)

Disclaimer – I do not own the X-men. As much as I wish I did, I do not. Woe is me, woe is me…

Enjoy =D

Rogue quietly made her way down the hall, trying to keep the plastic in her hands as still as possible to keep them from giving her away. It was way past curfew, and she couldn't risk getting caught. She tiptoed down the stairs, jumping over the last step that creaked and dashed to the kitchen. Rogue gently placed her packages onto the counter, freezing in anticipation when one crinkled ever so slightly. There was nothing but silence throughout the mansion. No Wolverine crashing down the steps, no Xavier or Storm suggesting for her to go to bed. Rogue released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

The patio lights sent a soft glow throughout the kitchen, and that was all the light Rogue needed. She hopped onto the counter, her legs dangling over the sides and opened a package. She took something out and bit into it slowly, a delighted moan escaping her lips. She closed her eyes. She finished it off and licked the crumbs from her lips. She delicately reached for another one. She went through the same routine: slowly biting, moaning, closing eyes, and licking crumbs off her lips. Oh she had so needed this and they were all hers.

"You planning on sharing those, chere?"

Rogue snapped to attention, her fifth treat halfway to her mouth. The sliding glass door to the patio was opened and Gambit, in all his trench coat glory, was leaning sensuously (because he can't just lean and not look so deliciously good) against the doorframe.

"Never!" She replied automatically. How did she not hear him come in? How long had he been there? More importantly, how long had he been watching her? She was losing her touch. A depressing thought came into her mind and Rogue pushed it away resolutely. Her treats were beautiful and caused no problems! Gambit raised an eyebrow at her outburst.

"But, chere, you know sharing be caring, non?" He slowly started walking towards her, his bo staff in hand. Rogue narrowed her eyes.

"They are mine, Swamp Rat! Mine! You can't have any!"

Gambit smirked and took a bite of something in his hand, now standing directly in front of her, his stomach touching her knees ever so lightly. Rogue watched him chew, her eyes growing wide. She looked at her hand. It was empty. She let out a strangled cry.

"You – you – you stole my cookie!" Her green eyes turned back to him. His red on black eyes were full of amusement. Her eyes were wide, flabbergasted at the sudden disappearance of her deliciously scrumptious treat.

"Non, mon cherie, I was simply aiding you in the art of sharing," Gambit replied, after swallowing the remnants of what was once upon a time Rogue's Chips Ahoy! chewy chocolate chip cookie. Rogue stared at him for a beat. Her eyes narrowed maliciously, her green eyes glinting.

"You stole my cookie!"

"Now, chere, Gambit just trying to help." Gambit's eyes laughed at her. From the corner of her eye she saw him reach into the package and take another one. He bit into it, deliberately slow. Rogue inhaled sharply.

"You stole another one." She hissed.

He swallowed the cookie. "These be the chewy Chips Ahoy, non?" He asked curiously, the ever-present smirk on his face.

"Yes, and you can't have anymore because they are mine not yours! Now go away!"

"But Roguey-" Gambit whined. Rogue pointed to the sliding glass door.

"Out! Now!"

Gambit let out a mock sigh and quickly snatched another cookie. "Okay, chere. Gambit be going now."

Rogue locked the door behind him. He gave her a two-fingered salute. She pouted and stuck her tongue out at him childishly; all he did was laugh before disappearing into the darkness. Rogue turned back to her cookies. She sighed and grabbed a glass to fill with milk. Her little encounter had left her hungry and thirsty and she knew just how to solve that.