It was Rogue's turn to cook dinner tonight and as such she was slaving over the stove, making the assigned meal. Normally she didn't mind cooking dinner for everyone. It guaranteed her at least two to three hours alone, depending on what she was whipping up.
But then Gambit had moved in.
She threw a dark look over her shoulder at the red-eyed devil sitting at the breakfast table oh so innocently. He had been sitting there when she walked in to start dinner and hadn't left, hadn't even said a word. He was just there, shuffling, his cards, dealing out new games of solitar and watching her like the creep he is.
A timer went off and Rogue turned her thoughts back to the roast in the oven. She flipped the switch on the timer, ceasing the awful screeching noise and grabbed oven mitts. Rogue bent over, with her rear in the air, to pull back the foil and check on it progress. Probably another ten or so minutes and it would be good to go.
Standing back up she glanced over to Gambit whose eyes were pointedly fixed on her legs. That's it, she was throwing all her skirts out so that pervert couldn't ogle her legs.
She walked over to a cabinet and took out several ceramic bowls to place the side dishes in. But when she turned back around it was to see that Remy had snuck over, quiet as the thief he was, to stand right in front of her.
He leaned in and placed his hands on the counter behind her, trapping her. "Ah do love the red lace, Cherie. How did ya know?" His husky whispers sent jolt of electricity down her spine.
Red lace?
He moved away with a smirk before sauntering out of the kitchen. What the hell was he talking about when he said he loved red lace?
Looking down at her outfit she tried to decipher what he was talking about. She was wearing boots, thigh high black lace stockings, a denim skirt and a green sweater. there was no red lace any where. In fact the only thing red and lacy in her whole wardrobe was a pair of red lacy underwear that she had bought a month ago.
Realization made the blood drain from her face as the bowls slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor. She just happened to be wearing those panties today. When she had beant over to check on the roast she hadn't thought a thing about the possibility of him looking up her skirt to catch a peek.
Sliding down to the floor she picked up a large piece of broken ceramic and hurled it at the closed door cursing that rotten bastard and his whole family to hell. She could really learn to hate Gambit at times.