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(Translation)
'Thought'
"talking"
He wasn't freaking out, really.
He just wanted his coat.
He wasn't overreacting At all.
He could hear a storm brewing outside as he frantically searched for his beloved trench coat.
He raced into the kitchen and wolverine lowered today's paper just below his eyes while he watched the Cajun talk to himself and twitch like he belonged in a damn loony bin, slowly he raised his eyebrow and spoke.
"Bub, ya look like yer goin insane. What the hell is wrong with ya?"
Still twitching gambit turned his head towards wolverine.
His hair was disheveled and he had dark bags under his eyes.
"M'coat...s'gone..."
Still twitching Gambit turned his head almost inhumanly to the right.
'"H-Have you seen m'coat wolvie?"
Wolverine looked at him strangely; mouth agape for a few second before busting up laughter.
"Hell, I don't know."
For a second, just a second! Wolverine felt a little bad.
Gambits face fell and he looked like He was about to cry.
"Go ask rogue er somthin gumbo."
Gambits face visibly brightened. And he looked a little less crazy
"Good idea Homme!" (man)
He smirked devilishly at Logan
"Gambit pro'ly left t'in 'is chere's room las'night."
Logan growled low in his throat and glared at him
"Watch it bub."
Satisfied from getting a rise out the wolverine, Remy bounded upstairs to rogues room.
He knocked once and picked the lock then burst in.
"Hey chere, y'seen mon-...dieu..." (my...god)
He gazed at here prone form on the bed and forced himself to swallow.
There on the bed was rogue asleep, in JUST his trench coat
She slept on her right side with one hand clutched to her chest and the other curled a half a foot away from the first.
His trench coat was so large compared to her that the material drooped just enough to cover her exposed breast but left enough showing to confirm him that she was indeed naked except her little Lacy black panties underneath his coat. her legs were slightly bent one bending up a little further and rested on the other and were bare except for the long coattail of his jacket flowed down her back covering her butt then swept over her legs towards him ending just before the bed did.
He stood there seemingly trying to save the image in his head when a small moan came from his rogue and he had to suppress his own at the sound.
He walked over to the bed and looked down at her face
'So belle...' (so beautiful)
She whimpered in her sleep and on instinct his hand reached up and gently brushed a strand of angel white hair from her face and whispered lovingly to her.
"Chut c'est correct belle" (Shhh Its okay beautiful.)
"Remy." His eyes opened wide hearing her say his name in her sleep
"Mon belle Rogue. " (my beautiful Rogue)
Slowly he stood up and slipped his Shirt over his head then removed his boots and socks and climbed up on the bed, her eyes fluttered open a bit.
"Mmm Remy?"
"Shhh se rendormir mon coeur." (Shhh go back to sleep, my heart)
He laid down on the bed parallel to her and slowly pulled her small body into his arms, his legs entangled her own. And all he could think about was how perfectly she fit, how much he belonged here, in her bed with her in his arms. Her vanilla and strawberry scent intoxicating him, her now fully exposed breasts pressed against his chest and the trench coat lightly slipping off her shoulder.
"vous me vont si bien, ma chérie aux yeux verts, je ne te laisserai jamais aller." (you fit me so perfectly, my green eyed darling, I'll never let you go)
He whispered against her forehead, and drifted to sleep.
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