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Chocolaty Fun
Gambit hurried to hide his curry as the household began to rise. He knew he hadn't gotten enough sleep when Scott showed up calling for some team training. To make matters worse, Wolverine was nowhere to be found, making training a lot duller than it could be.
Gambit sighed. He hated when Logan did this, leaving without a word to anyone. He could be gone for a few hours, or they'd finally get a letter a month later. Gambit worried every time.
As night came, the mansion emptied out, most wanting to party. Rummaging through the fridge, Gambit uncovered his precious gumbo.
"Oh, Remy, what's wrong?" Storm's voice sang out as she walked in.
Gambit shrugged. "Not much chère, he just lonely is all."
Storm grabbed hold of his food and stored it back in the fridge. "How would you like to try some of my chocolate?" Her smile was mischievous. "There's no one around to spot us."
Logan felt more refreshed. He'd gotten into a few good fights and visited some old friends. More relaxed, he parked his bike at the mansion, noticing the majority of vehicles were gone but not Remy's. On a Saturday? That's strange. He frowned, stalking inside.
His senses spotted only three people left in the mansion; the Professor, Ororo and Remy, the first already asleep. Making his way to the kitchen, he tried to convince himself to talk with the thief. No one was supposed to come between Scott and Jean except maybe him. Yes. That's exactly what he was feeling.
As he got closer, he could have sworn he heard the Cajun moan.
"Oh Stormy, you were right. Black is sweeter." Gambit didn't even have the audacity of whispering. "Just don't tell Jean I said dat, okay?"
Storm's small laugh rang out. "Don't worry Remy; this will just be between you and me."
Logan stopped. What the Hell's going on? His hand was posed just over the doorknob as he inhaled. The pheromones were pouring off the two of them.
"Stormy, be careful how you lick, it's dripping all over here." Gambit voice sounded exasperated. He groaned.
"Don't tell me how to eat it." Storm's voice bickered. "And stop calling me that."
Logan waited a few minutes, hearing licks and moans or groans he wasn't sure which anymore. He was pissed again. The Cajun had already broken a sacred rule about coming between Scott and Jean, but he was cheating on her too? And with Storm? She was supposed to be like a sister to him.
Grabbing the handle, he was stopped short as he heard Remy's sigh of satisfaction. "Dat was good Stormy, real good. We should do dat again sometimes, non?"
"If you want, we can start over in twenty minutes."
Logan let his claws pierce through the door before stomping away, taking his truck this time. He could hear Storm's and Remy's surprised voices, but he'd heard enough. He was headed for the rougher parts of time for a beer.
Remy turned his head towards Storm who'd began to clean away their chocolate fondue. "What you tink wrong wit him?" He was nervous, worried.
Storm looked at him and shook her head. "I don't know Remy, but I'm worried. I think I'd better call Scott before our dear friend gets into trouble."
As she turned to pick-up the phone, Remy grabbed her wrist. "It's alright, Stormy. Let's not boder de lovers for dis. Remy'll handle tings, promise." He smiled, turning away to start his search. "Oh, and Stormy, tanks for de talk."
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