Title: A Day Off
Pairings: Rogue/Gambit
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt: "pulse"
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A light breeze blew through his hair, instinctively he drew closer to the girl beside him. Despite years together she still flinched when he brushed her bare hand. They were sitting on a bench at the end of the pier, it was early autumn and they had the area to themselves. Gambit leaned into her, using touch to calm her. Rogue felt his warmth and allowed herself to be held, trusting him.
They'd come to the seaside town for a desperately needed vacation from the X-Men and all they stood for. They spent the day walking among the little shops full of knick knacks and tee shirts. Watching the taffy being pulled in the candy shop. Sitting on the pier eating handmade fudge. They were able to forget about being super heroes and teachers and just be. The only problem was they couldn't stop being mutants.
Gambit had convinced Rogue to leave her gloves in the room, to enjoy the feeling of the sea air on her bare skin. She wore a sun dress and a light sweater knotted at her waist. She was shy about her body, always had been. Most girls wished they were thinner, taller, prettier. Rogue was afraid she might brush up against someone in a store and cause them harm. But Remy spent the day at her side and steered her away from any problematic encounters.
Now as the breeze picked up he helped her pull the sweater on, pulling the sleeve down her arm until he reached her wrist. He lay a finger on her skin and again she flinched away.
"Don't - " she started, pulling away from him and in on herself. He lifted the finger to her mouth, not quite touching her lips.
"Trust me." Holding her gaze with his eyes he let his hand fall down her arm again until he felt her bare wrist. The air was still, Rogue held her breath. Remy held her wrist until he began to feel the slight jolt that represented her power. Rogue looked into his eyes and then away.
"That's nothing." She said, "Not even a minute." He shook his head.
"All that matters, cherie," gently he turned her head back to him, "is I can make your heart beat faster."
