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Vocabulary words:
Mon dieu: French: My god.
Voodoo
"Mon dieu," Gambit uttered, a shiver of desire running its intense fingers down his chiseled abdomen at the mere sight of her. Rogue, sitting motionless could have been here acting as the Grim Reaper for all he knew. At the mere thought his lips twitched, a grin pleading to be brought to surface but he kept it at bay. He thought she might use the shape shifter's power now to transform into something as classic as a snake. His mind wondered if he would accept her venom with a smile, 'Why no',' his mind threw out absently.
To bring his death, that, was the only reason that Gambit's mind could up with to explain why Rogue was sitting calmly on his wooden chair in nothing but a pair of revealing, matching underwear and stilettos with her legs spread open. Either that or Lady Fortuna and Aphrodite had been pleased by something he'd done in the past forty-eight hours, but he doubted that Santa would have not let it slip on how naughty of a boy he'd been this year.
An intense, unidentifiable emotion burned deep behind Rogue's green eyes memorizing his own hypnotic eyes. "Yo' forgo' to ge' dressed dis mornin' cheri?"
The moment his voice tainted the air it was as if some magical curse that had kept her bound had been broken. Slipping her purple coated fingernails into her green lace bra Rogue pulled out a single playing card from between her ample breasts, keeping her intense gaze locked on his all the while.
Twirling the card in between her fingers she made sure that he knew exactly what card she held in her possession: The Queen of Hearts. A brief spark of memory flashed in his mind's eye, one of a dark, humid night in the bayou. A memory that with great force he pushed away now, trying to keep focused on the image in front of him. Still, before he could manage to part his lips to comment she reached over with her free hand, taking a bic lighter from his nightstand then proceeding to set the corner ablaze with the hot flame.
Gambit's red on black eyes narrowed slightly awaiting for the open hostility that would surely follow this gesture but none came. Instead she grinned at him, "Come 'ere." She gestured him forward with the burning card afterwards disposing of it onto the ashtray. "Ah won' bite," She stated, her voice a purr.
A coma by means of a lengthy absorption, that would be his sentence then.
"Yo' be dat edger to have this Cajun inside yo' head, Cheri?" A low, dark chuckle rumbled deep within his chest as he fearlessly stepped forward.
"Inside," Rogue mused, letting the innuendo sit in air for a moment before she shook her head. "Would yo' believe me if ah said ah'd lied to yo' Remy? That ah could touch without absorbing yo'."
Gambit's eyebrows shot up at her words and he'd needed no other forms of convincing as he practically sprinted across the room hauling up into his embrace. But, just as Gambit made a move to press his soft lips against hers Rogue shot back out of his arms, a devilish grin playing on her lips.
Taking a hold of his arm Rogue used her strength to spin him around, pushing him down onto the chair proceeding to then jump onto his lap. "I'm likin' dis side of yo'," Gambit commented just as she placed an intense kiss on his eagerly awaiting lips.
Rouge touched his zipper, "Now dat ah've shared somet'ing wit yo', yo' could return 'he favor."
"Oh," Gambit chuckled. "I plan on 'ust dat, for hours cheri."
"No," Rogue shook her head. "Ah meant Magneto." Gambit's muscles stiffened for a brief moment. "What about 'im?" He asked, his skillful digits removing and discarding her bra in one swift movement.
Placing her index finger on his chin Rogue coaxed his face up, "Don' yo' trust me?" Complementing for a moment Gambit figured it would be best to simply nod yes. "You're lying but," He let a moan slip from between his lips as she took a hold of him. "You'll be sure to tell me evert'ing."
Gambit laughed, "Gambit will be sure to tell yo' plenty."
No sooner had Gambit reached for her underwear did the image shift slightly.
A small change, nothing bigger then her white strip shifting to blonde for a millisecond, but it was enough for his eyes to take note.
"Bloody hell," Rogue complained with a sigh, her voice changing drastically while a knock was heard at the door. "Guess the fun ends here," Her English accent broke through as The White Queen presented herself.
Blinking Gambit felt strangely disorientated when his bedroom shifted to seem like something to the effect of an interrogation room but he hadn't a single memory of ever being captured. 'Guess I have dat woman to thank for dat,' A flash of disappointment washed through him as the pieces fit together inside of his mind.
"Don't worry," Emma spoke, her hand on the door handle. "You'll be reunited with her soon, we still have plenty information to extract and your mind needs some persuasion to be corporative." She said upon leaving the room.
Leaning back into the chair he found himself bound to Gambit took comfort in knowing that at least during his capture he'd soon be returning to paradise, illusion or not.
Fin.
An: I hope you guys liked it; I actually got the idea by seeing this picture of Emma Frost sitting in a chair burning a card. Anyways, I hope you guys will leave me a nice little review.