The path was frozen over with ice; the snow was still falling. It was late night and the moon highlighted the figures of the riders; a man driving and a woman holding on tight. He was a man of tall statue, silhouetted in a long, black trench coat. She, the girl, was shorter- her hair was fashioned in a stylish bob, and the red hair was wearing lightweight gothic attire.
The kinetic mutant turned the corner sharply; his passenger s snow-white scarf flowing in the wind. The grip around his waist tightened. Delicate, gloved hands caressed the bare chest, which lay beneath the leather coat. A devilish smile flickered on his face; For a girl who couldn't touch others, she sure likes to take risks with me the brunette noted happily. The small girl nuzzled her nose into his back. Motor oil. A smell to which she had become accustom to. A smell, which she liked. No, loved. Because it reminded her of him.
The loud, joyous laughter of the Mardi Gras festival reached the traveller s ears. The joy of the festival matched the look of sincere happiness on the females face 'Louisiana, Mardi Gras,' The grip tightened around the male mutant's waist again;
She wanted to hug the man who reunited her with her former home. The bright lights of the city were reflected in her eyes. She closed them as the soulful tunes of their favourite club reached her ears. 'Beautiful' the allusive female thought. 'Simply Beautiful'
The joker pulled down the last of the winding roads in the French Quarter, pulling to a stand-still outside of his apartment.
'Avez-vous appr ci le trajet ma ch re??' The crimson-eyed mutant spoke softly to his passenger.
Oui, Gambit'
As she looked into his deep eyes, she felt her own green orbs weaken.
'This is going to be a very eventful Christmas' and her ruby lips curved up into a lustrous smile.