You know the usual - unfortunately I don't own them :) Please review! I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue on with this one so I thought I'd post a bit of it to see if anyone is interested. Ideas and constructive criticism are always welcome.

Rogue was in a mood. After over a decade of living with a mutation that made touch impossible; that made love nothing more than a fantasy, Rogue had learned to put on an excellent poker face. 99% of the time, Rogue seemed tough, sassy, and bursting with effervescence, no matter how she was feeling inside. Today, however, was that other 1%.

It started first thing in the morning. Rogue was used to horrible dreams waking her from memories that weren't her own. Memories of the Holocaust, being experimented on, and a number of others that she didn't own that would strike fear into the most courageous of men. The dream that woke her this morning, however, was that of pleasure and comfort. Of being held by a lover; of feeling safe and secure. In many ways these rare dreams haunted her much more than the nightmares. She awoke with a warmth that was quickly replaced by a wrenching in her heart for experiences she would never have. She decided she didn't have the strength to put on her mask today.

Her mood only worsened during breakfast when Kitty, Jubilee, Lorna and Ali were abuzz about a new recruit that had just arrived that was "walking sex on a stick." Where Rogue would've normally put on a grin and feigned excitement, today she simply picked up her food and marched away from the table towards Emma, who was eating by herself. While most of the women didn't get along with the White Queen, Rogue never really had a problem with her. She was a grade-A, holier than thou bitch, but she never pretended to be anything else. And, most importantly, she knew when it was best to eat in silent company. The two exchanged "good mornings" and ate in silence until Rogue decided hitting something was in order.

She changed into her green and yellow bodysuit, yanked on her brown bomber jacket and gloves and headed down to the Danger Room, praying it wasn't occupied. Finding it empty, she set up a simulation and got to work. She wasn't 20 minutes into her workout when the program faded out. Rogue looked around, annoyed until her eyes fell on the doorway where Logan and who she figured must've been Mr. Sex on a Stick himself entered. Logan was the only one of her friends, other than Bobby, that she could stand while in one of her "moods," though he was usually the only one that respected her need for space on those days.

"Sorry, darlin'. I've got to show around Storm's new recruit this morning. Your moves are lookin' good though, kid," he said gruffly.

Her eyes lightened slightly at his words, and then narrowed as she looked over to the newcomer expectantly.

Remy thought for sure the girl was part of the simulation when he first entered the control room. Surely no one was that beautiful in real life. It was to his pleasant surprise that she remained when the rest of the environment washed away. He followed the short, gruff man with a skip in his step as they headed down to the where the girl stood, dumbfounded. Although he was already thoroughly impressed by the "talent" of the ladies at Xavier's so far, this one took the cake. He made a mental catalog of all the women he was determined to conquer during his time here as the Wolverine began to compliment her. She turned towards him afterwards, her pools of green becoming noticeable. With that, he turned on the charm and a 100-watt smile. "Oui, chére, yo' moves are trés bons."

Rogue stared, unimpressed. "Who the hell is this?" she asked Logan, and Remy was lost. A southern accent on top of those eyes and that body. It hardly seemed fair. He found her sassy attitude intriguing, but it didn't deter him one bit. Though it wasn't often that a woman didn't immediately swoon in his presence, resistance was always futile.

Logan smirked, amused at the idea of the Cajun's huge ego getting some much needed deflating. "Rogue, this is Storm's new recruit Gambit. Gambit, this is one of our star X-Men, Rogue."

Gambit gave a gallant bow and went to grab her hand as he introduced himself. "You can call me Remy, chére."

Rogue snatched her hand away before he could reel it in for a kiss, aghast that he would be so forward with someone he just met. "The pleasure is all yours, Swamp Rat, and keep your filthy Cajun hands to yourself!" she snapped.

Remy was thrown off his game, but his surprise only registered on his face for a split second. 'What is with this girl?' he thought, quickly searching for words to recover. "Désolé, cherie, I meant no harm," he explained, his smile never wavering.

'Stupid Cajun,' she thought with an intense anger that she knew was unwarranted. 'Stupid Cajun with his stupid sunglasses on inside and his stupid trench coat and his stupid, arrogant accent.' She was practically seething and she couldn't explain why. The man in front of her was clearly full of himself, but she really had no reason to be so furious within 5 minutes of meeting him. She blamed the mood.

Logan didn't need his powerful senses to smell the tension in the air. He decided to let Rogue get her aggression out on the Cajun in the safest way possible. "Well, Gumbo, as long as you're here, maybe you and Rogue should have a little sparrin' session? I can get a better read on your abilities."

Remy turned to Logan with a look of concern. "You want me t'fight a girl?" he asked, immediately regretting his choice of words as this Rogue seemed like the type to get offended for being called a girl. "I don' mean no offense, chére, I just don' want t'hurt you."

Eyes narrowed, Rogue turned to Logan. "No powers?" she asked.

"Whatever you want, kid," Logan agreed and began to step back.

Remy looked towards Logan, willing him to change his mind on this. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was hitting girls. He was still standing there, silently pleading, when Rogue's leg swept down, kicking his feet out from under him. He lay on his back and chuckled for a moment. He had to give her credit, it took a lot to catch him off guard, even if he wasn't aware that the fight had started. He was up on his feet as quickly as he was down.

"Ah'm so pleased to see ya laughin' when ya get your butt kicked, Swamp Rat. It should make this all the more pleasurable for ya," she commented as they began to circle one another.

"I can t'ink of a lot more pleasurable t'ings I'd like to do with you, my little River Rat," he smirked, catching her off guard. He could've easily taken her down in the moment of shock, but he kept circling, hoping to not have to lay a heavy hand on the beautiful woman who so obviously hadn't given into his charms yet.

She came at him again. He blocked her jabs without a terrible amount of effort, although she was one of the more skilled females he'd sparred with. It was at this point she realized she would have to start fighting a bit more outside of the box. Keeping up with the small jabs he was blocking too easily, she moved in closer. She then jumped up on him in the way a woman would that hadn't seen her lover in weeks. Using her momentum she wound around him, wrapping her legs around his neck and continued to swing around him, sending them both to the ground where he landed hard beneath her. She didn't have long to be pleased with herself, as before she knew it he had wriggled himself around and pinned her beneath him, straddling her waist.

She looked up at him and gasped. His smirk faltered as he realized that his sunglasses were laying a few feet from her head. He released her hands to grab them as he hurriedly apologized. "Désole, cherie. Didn' mean t'shock you."

He was stopped short by her grabbing his arm. He reluctantly looked down to find her smiling softly. "Ah think they're nice," she said softly, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Besides, ya don't really have to worry about lookin' different in a school full of mutants."

He sat there for a moment, touched by her words. No one had ever complimented his devil eyes before. They had always been the one insecurity he had, physically. He sat above her, his face moving slightly closer to hers, and he seriously contemplated kissing her. His face moved slowly closer to hers still as a look of fear formed across her brow. He leaned in closer still until their lips were only a whisper apart until he heard Logan clear his throat behind them.

"Thought you called no powers, Rogue," he said with a mixture of concern and amusement.

Rogue roughly pushed Remy off of her and stood. "Ah'm sorry… Ah… umm, Ah'd better go. See ya, Logan," she panicked and ran out of the Danger Room.

Remy sat, dumbfounded. First the girl looks like she's out for his blood for some unknown reason, then she tells him she likes his eyes, and then she turns into a scared teenager at the thought of a kiss. He was starting to wonder if mood swings were her mutant power. And that was another thing. Why did the Wolverine call her out on using her powers? He didn't notice any powers going on. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than the overwhelming urge to kiss her. Did she have a charm similar to his? Was she some kind of enchantress? He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew one thing. He was intrigued. He reluctantly stood up so that Wolverine could continue his tour. He toyed with the idea of asking him what this Rogue's powers were, but he suspected that he would tell him to ask her himself. Which was exactly what he intended to do.