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A/N: First ROMY ever! Yeah! Please read and review, especially review. I need reviews! Forgive me if the accents are a bit off. I'll try to do better. But please, please, please review!

Of Fearful Dark and Blackened Hearts

Chapter One-" The Tempest Begins "

"Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness."
-Chinese Proverb

The bleak darkness of the room was deafening and silent. She couldn't see two inches infront her of face and she didn't really know if she wanted to. The only noise was the pounding rain outside that plummeted the earth in all it's watery fury and of course, the raging of her heart that raced in an intense speed that her breath could not quite catch up with. She didn't know what to do...she hadn't been expecting this.

She heard the thunder before the lightning crashed and she winced at the sudden break in the silence as she knew she would see his face when the lightning would fill the room. Her heart skipped a beat as the waiting " light " tore through the sky and illuminated the room, giving her another glimpse on piercing red on black eye's and a sleek, sinful grin that edged about a certain Cajun's mouth that sent butterflies grazing it's wings delicately against the sides of her stomach.

He raised his hand and she flinched when it landed on her cheek, one finger slowly tracing the contours of her face, moving even slower across her jawline. Without fear he touched her and she was surprised that she had her powers in check when they should have been on in this particular situation.

" Ah don't lihke it when ya touch meh..., " her voice came out in a breathy whisper, a sliver of fright dancing on the edges of her resonance as the room became dark once more and she no longer could see his movements.

" Why non, chere? "

She didn't know quite how to respond and her mind and fear suddenly sprung to overdrive when his arm encircled her and she could fill his hand slip inside her shirt, Cajun fingertips splayed about her spine.

" Are y' sure 'bout' dat, petite? "

Against her will, her eye's closed and his fingertips ran up and down painstalinglty slow upon her spine. The contact of skin against skin, the darkness, his scent...it was too much. She was drifting, no, more like falling into a rift within the ocean known as " touching " and she didn't know what to make out of it. And of all people touching her, it was him. Him who had always invaded her dreams within the confines of her room, he who had always danced about the edges of her heart which she tried to close off to all, he who had broken the barrier to her inner mind and left her with regret when she had left New Orleans.

" Why y' not hurt Gambit when he touch y', then, chere? Why y' not take 'is power? "

She wanted him quite and she wanted him speaking again. Her mind was muddled and hus fingers were dizzying. She hadn't realized his other hand upon her hip and as his grasp tighten slightly, she gasped.

" Do'y' wan' Gambit t' stop, chere? He'll do anythin' for t' petite. "

His hand slipped from her shirt and grasped the other side of her hip and moved closer to her form. She could feel his breath upon her face and was slightly aware of the huskiness of his own voice.

" Anythin'... "

Her arm's immediately snaked around his neck and he met her mouth with his own in a crushing and searing fury that sent both their minds and their souls into a tumbling spiral. She felt the floor beneath her and lost her breath as she felt his weight against her, his auborn hair grazing her forehead. The room was again lit by the lightning and her heart clenched and the need and desire within his eye's.

" Ma chere, yo' belle, " he let out breathily and her eye's were suddenly filled with tears. Kissing away the river, her tangled his hands within her hair; hair that he had so craved to touch. The storm outside was forgotten as the one inside was intensified. All worries and fearful thoughts were forgotten as the two immersed themselves in the pleasure and touch of each other.

A/N: I know it was a bit short but it get's better. Please review. Without reviews, I can't write another chapter. Please review? Thank you for reading and who ever reviews me, I shall write more and love you! Now, I got to go save the world from evil space ninja monkey's who are planning to kidnapp Bette Midler and some fat German kid. Bye bye now! And remember, mooing at cows is WRONG! ( or so say's my friend joseph ) Peace, Love, Crackmonkey's(duh duh ddddddduhhhhhhhhhh)

-Sable