Title: Rogue Thoughts

WARNING: Since they never actually said how old Evo-Gambit is, this may be "sex" between an adult and minor. So, if you have any sort of issue with that possibility, please don't read this and for the love of god, don't flame me about it, 'cause you've been warned. Merci. :)

Notes: Takes place after "Ascension II", but doesn't really refer to it (in fact I started writing it right after "Cajun Spice"). This was inspired by Rogue telling Gambit, "Like I want you inside my head".

Disclaimer: Marvel and Kids WB own Rogue, Gambit and the rest of the Evolution X-Men, not me. I obviously don't make money off it, 'cause if I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. :)

"Long time no see, Cherie." Rogue ran straight into Gambit as she rounded a corner on her way home from school.

She shoved him away when he started to put his arms around her waist. "Ugh... don't you have anything better to do than stalk me?"

"I wouldn't call it stalkin', more like..."

"Watchin' over me?" She snorted, jabbing his chest with a finger. "Ah knew whatcha meant by that. Leave me alone, Gambit... or Ah won't stop Wolverine next time he wants to play pin cushion with you."

"I thought you enjoyed our time together."

"Right, because that's every girls ideal date... bein' drugged and taken to New Orleans to help rescue one criminal from a buncha other criminals."

"I'm hurt." Gambit pouted in the most fake, yet adorable way. "I've missed you."

Rogue's eyes widened, but then quickly narrowed. "What do you want from me this time?"

"Think that should be obvious, Cherie. You saw my thoughts." He moved so she was trapped between him and a car. Rogue's face grew hot and she knew it must be bright red.

Yes, she had seen his thoughts. Not just the ones where he needed her to help save his father. The ones where he though she was beautiful. The ones where he thought it was a great shame that she had such pouty, kissable lips that couldn't be kissed.

The thoughts where he wished he could do much more than kiss her...

"Do you trust me, Rogue?" He asked, lowering his head to hers.

She looked down and shook her head no. Her put a finger under his chin and made her look him in the eye. She jerked away when she realized his bare skin was touching hers.

"H-h-how?" She whispered.

He shrugged, sliding his fingers along her skin. Rogue whimpered. Each of her nerve endings were on fire. Nobody had ever really touched her before.

Sure, Irene had caressed her in a motherly fashion. Pat her cheeks, clasped her hands, and had placed gentle kisses on her forehead. Kitty and Kurt had hugged her on more than a few occasions.

But, this was a horse of a different color. This was sensuous and... and it was Gambit. From the first moment she'd laid eyes on him... well, sufficient to say, her stupid crush on Scott had been effectively crushed.

The fact that he was a bad guy and the enemy didn't blind her to the fact that he was incredibly gorgeous. Or, as Kitty had once described him, "a total, major hunk of hotness."

"Come with me, Rogue." His lips were so close to her ear that as he spoke, she could feel his breath on her skin.

"What?" She squeaked. Her heart sent fluttering at the word "come".

His smirk broadened. "I want t'take you somewhere more... private." He removed his hands from her face and grasped her tiny gloved ones.

"N-n-no. Ah should..."

"Rogue, come with me. I promise you I won't do anythin' you wouldn't be screamin' for anyway."

Rogue glared at him. The seeming spell she'd been under broken, she jerked away from him. "Stay away from me, Swamp Rat," she hissed, backing as far as she could from him and against the car.

"I can't, Rogue. I know what you want... what you need." He lowered his lips just millimeters from hers. "Don' tell me you're not dyin' t'touch, Cherie. T'finally feel after thinkin' you'd never get t'know what it's like t'have a man touch you... kiss you... make love t'you."

"N-n-no... Ah'm not. And Ah wouldn't with you. Not if you were the last man on Earth." She snapped, pushing him away.

"Ahhh, Roguie, you wound ol' Gambit."

She clenched her hand into a fist and waved it in his face. "Oh, Ah'll wound you all right."

He took her fist and kissed it. "Rogue, you know how badly... how much I want you, neh? You come t'me when you decide makin' love would be much more fun than makin' war." He bowed as though he were some gallant gentleman that both knew he wasn't and walked away.

Rogue stared at him for a long while. Her little inner devil and inner angel were battling it out with what to do. Well, it was more like her lower body's raging, lusty teenage hormones versus her brain's reasoning.

Her brain cried out that she shouldn't. Not only could she get in loads of trouble for 1. Having sex 2. Having sex with an enemy, but she also knew what kind of man Gambit was.

He was a love 'em all night and leave 'em kinda guy. He'd done it to hundreds of women; he'd probably do the same to her.

And, who knew what possible STD's he might have!

But her body... her body was screaming for a release... for some sort of physical closeness. Fear, she knew, would keep her from really even thinking of testing to see if she could touch anyone besides Gambit. He could be her only chance to touch, to kiss, to be intimate with another soul.

And besides, who else was there? No one made her burn inside the way the Cajun had. The thought of anyone else touching her in the way she knew Gambit would was enough to make any burning need fade.

And they didn't necessarily have to have sex. There were plenty of other things they could do... right?

Rogue's inner battle abruptly ended when her mouth made the decision for her. "Gambit!" She called out just as he turned a corner, disappearing from her view.

She reasoned that it was for the best even while her heart clenched painfully. And it wasn't just because it might have been her only chance to touch. There was a little nagging voice that whispered that she'd never see the Cajun again.

He may have told her she could go to him when she decided, but she had no idea where he'd be. She figured going after him would probably be useless because the man was a thief after all. He was skillful in the art of disappearing in a crowd.

She was too late. Her ship had finally come in and she just stood on the dock while it sailed away.

With a heartbreaking sigh, she started walking in the direction opposite the one he'd gone, and began the fifteen minute trek to the mansion.

It was for the best. Kitty, Kurt and the resident bloodhound, Logan would miss her presence. As it was, Logan would probably give her that look that told her he knew who she'd been talking to.

She may have threatened it, but she really didn't want Gambit to become Cajun shish-ka-bobs.

Suddenly a pair of arms slid around her waist and she could feel a rush of warm air on her ear and neck. "You called, Cherie?"

"G-Gambit." She sighed, happy she hadn't reacted in her usual way of either shoving away or decking people who got that close to her. Not that a tiny part of didn't want to deck him sometimes.

"No more of this 'Gambit' nonsense, eh? How 'bout you call me Remy?" He walked around her so he was standing in front of her. He caressed her cheek as he tilted his head and asked, "So, Roguie, make up your mind?"

Rogue took a deep breath, knowing there was no going back. She was too lost... and she wasn't sure she even wanted to be found.

"Yes... Remy."

The journey to Remy's place was surprisingly short. He lived in a beat up apartment building in downtown Bayville.

He grinned sheepishly as he let her in. "Sorry, Rogue, it's a bit of a mess."

"Just move in?" She asked as she cautiously followed him through the apartment and around piles of boxes and junk that was scattered everywhere. "Or... gettin' ready to move out?"

"I've had the place for a while now, just didn't really start usin' it 'til Magneto decided he wanted to play father of the year instead of world dominator."

"So, you're gonna be stayin' in Bayville for a while then?" Remy took her hand and pulled her into his bedroom.

There was nothing in there but a dresser and a bed. It was unmade from the night before... making Rogue realize she probably wasn't the first girl he'd brought to this room... that she wouldn't be the first one he'd had in that bed.

That thought made her uneasy about her decision.

"Well, I have no reason t'be anywhere else... and I have a helluva good reason t'stay here, don't I?" He winked at her, taking his coat off. "And, Cherie, I haven't been with another girl since long before New Orleans. And I never brought any girls here."

"I didn't..."

"Saw the look on your face." He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. "Speakin' of, why don't you go wash all that makeup off? When we're makin' love, I wanna be able t'see the real you."

Rogue's face burned red. "'Kay."

He pointed her in the direction of the bathroom. Glancing back at him, she smiled a little before going in and shutting the door.

She flipped on the light, jumping a little when she was confronted with her own reflection. Her white face was infused with red from her blushing, her eyes, usually hard and angry, were a vibrant green, sparkling with excitement. For the first time, Rogue felt she looked absolutely beautiful.

Looking around, she found the bathroom was fairly empty. There was no shower curtain, leaving the tiny shower stall exposed. It's only contents a bottle of shampoo. The counter housed a sink, a soap dish holding a bar of plain old Ivory soap, a toothbrush and toothpaste and some French cologne. Rogue eyed the medicine cabinet for a second, before deciding it would be best not to snoop there.

As Rogue turned on the faucet and took the soap in her hands, she grinned. She wasn't sure why, but it pleased her to no end that he wanted her free of her usual mask.

Maybe it was because the makeup was one part of the many barriers she created between herself and others. The clothes, the makeup, the attitude, all carefully designed once upon a time when she'd lost the last traces of the little girl who didn't know any better.

She thought she'd forever have to keep up the barriers and never really be close to another human being. But now Remy could touch her.

A flood of liquid rushed from between her legs to collect in a sticky mess in her panties. That worried Rogue some. If just thinking about him got her all hot and bothered, just what the hell was him touching her going to do?