Hey! so, this is my first fic ever,so please be nice. Also, I'm sorry for any grammar errors. I'm brazilian, so this story was actualy written in portuguese so... I'm not sure if everything right. Stil... Review!
No, x-men do Not belong to me. *sigh*
Speed
-Oh, my gosh, Rogue, you're like sooo gorgeous! – Rogue smiled to the perky girl beside her. It was today. That day. The day of her wedding.
Then why couldn't she feel anything?
No anxiety, no excitement, no thrill…. Nothing.
It's not like she didn't like Bobby. He was a nice guy, sweet, tender, the first boyfriend she had after he powers manifested. She was comfortable with him, and when Iceman kneeled in front of her asking her to marry him, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Beside that feeling of…being in a cage.
Well, now it was too late to turn back.
She walked in the church, and everybody smiled at how cute Wolverine looked in a tux, linked arms with the southern belle.
-There's still time to back off kid.- Logan whispered on her ear. Rogue smiled faintly. He had no idea of how much she seriously considered it.
Do you, Robert Drake Jr. take Anna Marie Rougemond D'acanto as you're wife?
I do.
Do you, Anna Marie D'acanto, take this man as you're husband?
I… There's still time to back off kid.
I don't think so. – Rogue only had time to avoid Sabretooth sudden attack before the whole wedding was ruined.
Wolverine and Sabretooth were already fighting to death, ruining the decoration, Mystique and Storm had destroyed several chairs, the other X-men were fighting with the remaining Brotherhood. She could hear a few screams of "Run, Rogue!" and things like it coming from everywhere in the room.
Suddenly, Rogue felt someone pushing her by the arm, before a green smoke hit her face and she fell in the arms of whoever was kidnapping her.
Rogue woke up being briskly pulled forward and then pushed backwards, colliding with a seat, like someone had just speed off.
Which was exactly what had happened.
-And th'sleeping beauty wakes up. – The smooth Cajun accent danced around her, making her feel nostalgic and somehow calm. Looking up she saw that the guy – whoever he was- was observing her trough the mirror. – How y' feeling chére?
-Like somebody who'd just been drugged, kidnapped and thrown in a car in her wedding day. – She grumbled as she went to the front seat, noticing how the guy-who-was-driving-the-car eyes traveled trough her legs, as her dress went up. –Lost something swamp rat?
-Jus' enjoying th' view chérie. If I'm a swamp rat, that make you a river rat, non?- Rogue turn ready to spat back at him.
And found the most exotic eyes she'd ever seen. They were red on black, devilish, gorgeous.
He was gorgeous, she decided. He had a messy, auburn hair that fell charmingly in his eyes, a chiseled chin, strong jaw line and a devious grin. He was tall and strong, and had a sort of bad-boy glim.
-And who, exactly, are you?
-My enemies call me Gambit. You, chérie, can call me Remy. –He said winking at her and taking her gloved hand to his lips.
-Ya have a pretty speech for a kidnapper, Remy.
-Kidnapper is such a harsh word…
-Oh? What would you prefer?
-Bien, I'd say that Remy only took advantage of a situation that would provide good results to both of us.
- And how exactly is that situation good for meh?
-Bien, if y' ask me, y look kind of unsure in y're I do chére . – She opened her mouth to answer, but close it again. She had been unsure after all.
-Where are ya takin meh? – She said after a while watching burrs out the window. H e drove so fast… Her blood was starting to boil with adrenaline.
How could she help? She was a speedaholic.
-Where ma chere would like t' go?
-What? Ya not gonna take meh to a lonely warehouse and keep meh there for the next seven years?- Remy looked at her surprised.
Non… But y're imagination s pretty wild…
-If ya not gonna lock me up, then what am Ah doing here?
-Well, chére, the plan was to get rid of you. Mais, I thought, killing une belle fille such as yourself would be une hell of a waste.- His eyes traveled the way up her body, from her legs, to her slim waist, to her full curves, taking a bit longer on her full, red lips, her high cheekbones, finally ending in her bright green eyes. – So, where dya wanna go?
Rogue looked forward thinking. She should say she wanted to go home, to her fiancée. But did she really? She thought about Bobby, about the wedding, all the presents waiting for her, all the hysterical girls…
-Just… speed up. Go anywhere ya want, 's long as ya don't slow down.
Gambit stare at her for a long time.
-Bien, Remy always wanted a partner in crime. – Rogue laughed and looked out he window. She liked that. She felt… free.
She didn't knew why, and it wasn't even logical, but that guy made her feel good… happy again, alive like she hadn't been in years.
-Ah'm Rogue, by the way.
Rogue? Well, suits her.
-Well, Rogue- He said speeding up even more as they heard sirens behind them. – Welcome t' th' life o' crime. – Rogue smiled.