The disclaimer telling all of you that I don't own any X-Men Evolution characters has been wrapped up in a box with a bow. Seriously, I only intended the 'Gloves' story to be a simple one shot but somehow the thing has a life all it's own. So here is the 4th story in a one story series!
A Gift Of Gloves
"Another crappy day, another crappy Danger Room Practice," Rogue muttered as she went to her room to change out of her uniform. "I swear Logan won't be happy until someone is split in half by a buzz saw or roasted alive by a flamethrower!"
Rogue rarely changed uniforms in the girl's locker room down by the Danger Room. It was one of the many little precautions she took in order to make sure her skin didn't accidentally come in contact with anyone else. She didn't mind. She actually liked a little peace and quiet and some reprieve from Kitty's chatter.
She went to get a change of clothes and some clean underwear when she noticed there was a box inside. "What the…?" She pulled it out. It was wrapped in pink satin wrap and had a cream colored ribbon around it.
There was also a note.
Cherie…
Even though I can't touch your hand, this can. When you wear these think of me. And it will be like I am holding your hands.
Gambit.
P.S. I hid this in here to make sure you get it and keep it away from prying eyes. Some things should remain private, no?
"What does that Swamp Rat think…" She opened the box. Inside was a pair of silk and lace gloves. They were the color of cream, but neutral enough to go with nearly any outfit.
Rogue took off her gloves and admired the texture. It was so soft and silky, made of the most expensive material. She briefly put them to her cheek and reveled in the touch. Then she put them on. The insides had some kind of material that felt cool yet fuzzy at the same time. It felt like she was wearing light clouds on her hands.
It had been one of the most thoughtful gifts she had ever gotten and for a brief moment she forgot herself and felt giddy. She flashed a private warm smile and enjoyed this secret gift. Deciding then and there to wear them as often as possible and to make up excuses to wear them.
"Wait a minute…" Rogue realized something. "The Swamp Rat was in my room?"
Then she realized something else. "The Swamp Rat was in my underwear drawer? Gambit knows where my underwear drawer is?"
And of course she was filled with murderous rage.
"GAMBIT YOU LOW DOWN SNAKE! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Gambit smiled to himself as he easily circumvented the Institute's defense systems to escape. Rogue's wrath. "Oh yeah, she liked her present."