Gambit couldn't believe his eyes. He had been in New York all of forty minutes and his luck had already taken a drastic turn for the better. He was currently waiting for his key from an older woman who kept fluttering her fake eyelashes at him. Though his attention wasn't on her. It was on the vixen with the white stripe in her hair who had just walked into the hotel restaurant.

The beginning of a plan blossomed into the back of his mind. Oh yes, he could work with the hand life had just dealt him. But first he would need to change, he realized he was suddenly hungry. Famished even.

He quickly dropped his bags off in his hotel room before quickly changing his shirt. He hurried out of his room, barely glancing at the trio of girls in short skirts.

When he walked into the restaurant he looked around and finally spotted her at a table for two near the window. He suddenly realized he had never seen her out of that green and yellow cat suit that haunted his dreams. Today she was wearing some tight blue jeans with a low cut green top. Without that jacket he had a very clear view of her full breasts which were enhanced by her tiny toned waist. The things he could do to that woman, he should be arrested for thinking half of them.

She didn't see him come up while she stared out of the window. He liked an element of surprise in everything he did, especially where she was concerned. He took the seat across from hers and waited for her to notice. As it turned out it didn't take long, as soon as he was seated she looked over to him with mild surprise.

"What are you doing here, Gambit?" She asked as she glanced around suspiciously.

"I was checking into the hotel when I happen to notice the ever lovely Rogue. I just couldn't resist, my chere." He said and snatched her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles. He frowned slightly when he noticed that she was wearing gloves.

He knew they were part of her uniform but why was she wearing them now. It wasn't cold out, in fact it was in the low seventies. Even the sleeves of her low cut shirt were long. Speaking of low cut, he had a glorious view of her cleavage.

"Up here, Gambit." She did not sound amused.

He gave her the cheeky smile he used when he had been caught doing something he shouldn't and he wasn't sorry. "I asked, what are you doing in New York? I thought you'd be in the swamps." She said casually.

Remy smiled, she was fishing. "Just needed a vacation." He said leaning back in his chair. He turned and caught the bartenders attention, signaling for a drink. "Louisiana's nice an all, but I thought it was high time I have a vacation."

A blushing waitress who was probably just legal brought him an opened beer. He sent her a smile and a thank you before she giggled and scuttled off.

When he turned back to Rogue she was rolling her eyes and took a drink of her water.

"You know." She started to say and then bit her lip. "If you want a change of pace, you are always welcome to join with the X-Men for awhile."

Remy was rarely surprised, this was one of those few occasions. After all he did, he never would have guessed that anyone on the X-Men would have offered him a position with them. He was tempted to laugh but thought better of it. She had a nasty tendency to kick him in the shins and she kicked hard.

Of course he could use this opportunity to his advantage. If he wanted to get out of marrying that blonde harpy then he would need Rogue's help. She wasn't the only woman out there capable of not only handling his family but Bella as well. Rogue was the only one he would want with him while he escaped from an arranged marriage.

Also it might be nice to put his skills to good use for once. Maybe make up for some of his past sins. Then there was always the lure of being around Rogue for extended periods of time. He really just couldn't get enough of her.

"I wouldn't imagine that Wolverine would be too keen on having me around." He said taking a drink of his beer.

Rogue snorted. "He doesn't like having anyone around."

The giggling waitress came back to take their order. Rogue ordered a sandwich and Remy, deciding that it sounded good, ordered the same.

"So what do you say, Gambit?" She asked while swirling her water with the straw, the ice making soft clinks when it hit the glass.

Remy smiled. "Please, chere, call me Remy."

Rogue rolled her eyes again. "Fine." She said with a small grin. "What do you say, Remy?" She stressed his name.

"I do like they way that sounds on your lips." He moved his legs out of her reach while she was busy trying to cover a blush. "I'll have to think about it."

The scowl on her face had been worth it. Remy had never enjoyed riling someone up so much. "Oh just forget it." She huffed and crossed her arms.

He doubted that she was aware that in doing so she had pushed her breasts up. He liked to imagine she was wearing a dainty little lace bra that showcased her breasts to sheer perfection. Probably had matching panties too. If everything went according to plan he'd be finding out soon enough.

"I'm kidding, chere." He said laughing. "It would be an honor to run around with you do-gooders."

She gave him a look that said she didn't think he was funny. "However, I find myself in a bind."

The waitress came back with their food, her eyes lingering on Remy. She set their food down and gave him a flirty smile before asking if there was anything else he needed. He glanced to Rogue to see that she wasn't even paying attention and had started on her sandwich.

He dismissed the possibly underage girl before turning back to his lovely companion. "Like I said, I've found myself in a bit of a bind."

Rogue looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Baby on the way?" she asked with a dry and sarcastic smirk.

That effectively wiped the grin off his face. Sure he had a bit of a reputation as a ladies man, but he was always careful. He was not the baby type. He wasn't really the husband type either but that would be changing soon, the only question now was who his wife would be.

He took a bite of his Italian toasted sandwich. Damn, that was good. "Only with you, chere."

That wiped the smirk of her face.

"How about I tell you about it over dinner tonight?" He suggested. "You did promise me a date."

Rogue sighed. "I didn't exactly promise. But I suppose," she said grudgingly. "As long as you don't take me to a strip club."

Gambit chuckled. Yes, she was perfect.

A/N

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