Chapter 1
She stood at 5"7. Her skin pale as the moon, but glisten like a star. Her hair was the color of auburn a white of the front part of her hair. Her eyes were green as the grass in the spring. She danced on the dance floor of Luna, a night club for the altrenative and strange in New York. She was wearing a black and white plaided strap short dress, the top made to look like a corset and the skirt up down to the middle of her thigs, also wearing black fishnet stockings and black boots that came up to her knee.
He saw that she was the only one on the floor in his eyes, watching her dance by herself. He stood at 6" even, his hair short of dark brown. His eyes glowed the color red as he was amused by her dancing. His skin was slightly tanned, his muscles bulged on the inside of his shirt. He was wearing a pair of baggy black Tripp pants with orange stiching, a Bullet For My Valentine tee shirt that fit his body very well and black converse high top sneakers.
The music hypnotized her, swaying her body sultry and sensually, knowing that the man was watching her, knowing that he couldn't keep his off of her. She didn't mind, she thought he was the most beautiful thing she has ever seen in her life. As the music stops, she head to the bar and orders a water, pays the bar tender, turns around and there he was, standing right in front of her.
"Like what you see?" she asked before she took a sip of her water. Her accent was of the south.
"You tell me, chere." He smriked with his cajun accent.
She smiles up at him giggling, takes another sip of her water and places it on the counter. Grabs his hand and pulls him onto the dance floor. Rubbing up against him to the music, his arm around her waist.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"That's for you to decide." she whispered in his ear.
"MARIE!"
She looked up and saw a girl waving at her to come over, she was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans and black tennis, her blue eye looked nervous and her blonde hair was moving as she waved.
"I have to go" she tells the man she just met.
"Why?"
"Long story, the name Anna Marie, but you can call me Rouge'' as she pulls away.
"Remy LeBeau, but you may call me Gambit" he grabs her hand and gently kisses it.
She blushes and walks away following her friend out, takes one look back at the man she was leaving behind and walks out the door. To him, she looked familiar, but didn't know where and he wanted to find out and her name haunted his head.
(N/A:Ok, my writing probably has become rusty, but state your opinion.)