Numb - By Melly589
Disclaimer - I do not own the characters from x-men or anything x-men related.
After that trench coat incident Rogue wanted to get away from the Cajun as quickly as possible. As soon as the X-men returned back to the mansion she went straight to her bedroom and locked the door.
That Cajun has some nerve showing me his goods while Ahm right in front of him… Ah have to admit it was a nice view but that's not the point…Ah wonder what he had been dreaming about?
Rogue quickly put aside those thoughts as sleep came over her.
Rogue awoke the next morning to a growling stomach and forced herself out of bed. She slept late but was still pretty tired so she didn't feel like changing even though she was wearing a blue baby doll nighty. After all she was practically still half asleep. She just threw on a bathrobe and slowly walked into the kitchen in another one of her grouchy moods.
'Ah need some breakfast' she said aloud although as she looked around she noticed she was talking to herself.
What the heck am ah gonna do? Ah don't know how to cook and ahm starvin… She thought to herself as she lazily walked over to the refrigerator and viewed the contents inside.
'Where in tarnation is the buttah?' She groaned into the fridge half asleep.
'You mean dis buttah chere?' A tall Cajun stood behind her smirking slightly and holding the butter up proudly to show her.
Rogue let out a gasp as she froze and she turned around to face him.
"Don't do that Gambit, ya almost gave meh a heart attack!" Rogue exclaimed pushing Gambit slightly in the chest. "Ya got some nerve, why do ya have tah be so sneaky all the time?!"
"Sorry chere, didn't mean to scare you dat bad." Gambit grinned as he ran a hand down her arm.
"Did you have a nice sleep mon petite?" He moved closer between them. "Cause I did" he groaned as his low voice spoke softly in her ear.
"Don't touch meh, who knows where your hands have been swamp rat." Rogue pulled away from him and turned back to face the fridge.
This Cajun is always coming on tah meh, what is his problem? I'm the only freakin person in this place who can't touch and he comes chasin' aftah meh. Figures…he's used to chasin every woman he sees. Actually it's the women that usually chase him really. But not this gal.
But on second thought she was hungry and maybe she could make him more useful by putting him to whip up a good ol' southern breakfast…