Curfew

The wind brushed against Rogue's skin as she held onto Gambit's back as they rode together under the moonlight. Smiling at each other, hours passed as minutes, meaning by the time the two had returned to the mansion it was well after midnight.

"Well tat was fun no?"

"It'd be mo fun if ya woulda let me drive." Rogue sneered at him shaking off the fun they just had, "Sides, I wanna go ta bed now."

"Do ya need me ta carry ya?" Gambit asked far too eagerly causing Rogue to throw her helmet at him before walking quietly into the mansion as not to disturb anyone. He followed right behind her whispering flirts in her ear and complimenting her figure in her leather motorcycle clothes when the lights flashed on.

"Where the hell have you two been!" Logan growled at them.

"We jus took an eve'nin stroll under zhe moonlight." Gambit hinted suggestively.

"Do you know what time it is right now? You both are up way past curfew!!!!"

"I aint got a curfew Logan."

"Well she does she's not even eighteen yet!"

"My birthday's in two days Logan!" Rogue glared back at him.

"Well BOTH of you are in trouble. Stripes for missing curfew and Gumbo here for courting underage girls."

"But Logan…" Rogue began to plead with him before he interrupted her.

"Tomorrow you both'll be cleaning up the attic. Charles been wanting that done for a while now and Storm wants more space for her plants."

Rogue gave Logan one last glare and nearly stomped the whole way to her bedroom. Gambit looked after her until Logan blocked his eyesight and threatened to kill him. So with one quick smile he headed upstairs to his room too. Logan didn't want to be mean to Rogue, but it's three in the morning and she's been out all this time with him. She didn't even bring her cell phone causing him to worry and fear the worst had happened between the two. Luckily they had only gone out for a late night ride. He'd make this up to her somehow and that was a promise.

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Rogue and Gambit made their way upstairs to the neglected attic. Spider webs clung from nearly every corner; dirt had discolored the flooring, while boxes teetered unevenly all around them.

She put gloves on, put her hair in a ponytail and went straight to moving the first box to the side to be labeled and categorized. Underneath her box was a dead rat. Disgusted she tossed it at Gambit, "Hey ya can put tis in ya jambalaya te next time ya make some."

He frowned back at her. He knew that she knew he prized his cooking skills.

"Don't want it, I'll give it ta Kitty." She smiled imagining Kitty's surprise. That'll teach Kitty about dragging her to the mall and getting her makeovers.

Gambit picked up an even bigger box and quickly looked inside seeing the Professor's doctorate certificates from Oxford University. While Rogue's box contained old photos of a young Scott, Jean, and some other kid who strangely resembled the Professor.

After about four hours they still had nearly half the attic to clean including sweeping, mopping, and waxing the floors. Sure they didn't like the idea of cleaning, but it was also kind of fun too. Most boxes seemed to belong to a different, similar age. The Professor had many pictures from the US, England, Ireland, Africa, and just about any other place you'd dream of going too. Gambit especially enjoyed the old box of lingerie and photo's of Charles past girlfriends. Rogue liked some of the fancy gloves and blueprints of the mutantless mansion.

Taking a break, "Rogue I thank ya fagot one." He motioned to a lone box that had yet to be organized in the half of the attic they'd been working on.

"I grabbed and organized 42 boxes swamprat."

"Well I did 48 chere."

"Well be a gentleman an grab te las box."

"Sure, if ya'd give me a kiss."

Rogue instantly went over to move the box when she lifted it and its' contents fell all over the floor.

"Damn." She breathed about to put the books into a neat stack until she could find a new box, but stopped.

"Wat te matter. They aint my porn magazines are they?" he teased slightly worried that she was still looking at the books on the floor. Concerned he moved closer to the books.

"They all look bout brand new." He pointed out.

"Look here they're….diaries."

"Really, wanna read one."

"One?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. She seemed to be picking witch one to start with and finally she came across a diary so pink it was sickening. He thought someone had thrown Pepto-Bismol and glitter on it till Rogue gave a dark smile, turning to him with an evil glint in her eyes, "Let's start with Kitty's."

Naturally Kitty wrote in her diary with a pink pen and scented each page with that intoxicating pink bubblegum scent.

'May 12

Like dear diary I've liked noticed Jean has been shopping a lot more lately so I decided to spy on her. Today as I like 'accidently' phased through a wall into her room I saw a Gucci bag. Jean's always been like the Armani-Chanel girl, but then I like looked inside her bag and like saw naughty underwear! I think Scott and her are like you know….

"I knew she was spy'n on people," Rogue sighed before diving into the rest of the text greedily with Remy at her side.

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