Why was it always her? Every Danger Room session, every mission, she was the one paired with Gambit. Scott and Logan claimed it was because their mutations were compatible in battle. But she knew the nasty truth, they just didn't want to deal with that smug bastard themselves and none of the other's could put up with him and his antics.
So she was basically reduced to his babysitter.
And when the other's finally cleaned the debris off of them, Wolverine and Cyclopes were going to get a big piece of her mind. She was talking scorched earth, Armageddon! When she was done with those two, they wouldn't know which way was up. The thought of their faces when she really started laying into them would be what she thought about when she went to sleep at night.
It had just been a simple patrolling mission. The Professor had learned that the Brotherhood was skulking around the warehouse district. It had been going fine, the other's had been distracting the Brotherhood of Pathetically Mundane Mutants outside while she and Gambit had snuck in to see what they were after. And then Avalanche decided to 'Rock their world' and brought the entire building down on top of the two of them.
Gambit had dived to push her out of the way of a falling beam and was now supporting previously mentioned beam on his back with her trapped underneath. About half an hour into their predicament, the rubble above had finally settled until Gambit's head was resting on her shoulder. He insisted, he couldn't hold his head up and she might have believed him if he hadn't kept giving her 'love bites' through her uniform.
Rogue was thoroughly uncomfortable. If having Gambit on top of her, pressing into her, and supporting a large chuck of concrete from smashing their skulls in wasn't enough, Rogue had managed to land on some rock that was uncomfortably digging into her spine. In an attempt to at least alleviate this discomfort, she started wiggling and maneuvering, trying to move the rock out from under her.
"Rogue." Gambit said in a strange voice.
She didn't stop her movements as she was certain she almost had the rock at a good angle to move. "What?" She snapped, completely done with his presence for the day.
"Ya gotta stop movin' like that." He pressed his face into her shoulder and she could feel his whole body tense.
"There is a rock diggin' inta my back an' I'm not stoppin' 'till Ah have it out from under me." She stated harshly, thoroughly done with the situation as a whole.
"Cher, Ah am a homme an' as such, can only remain a gentleman fo' so long while ya writhin' beneath me like that." His voice was strained as though he were trying to hold something back, well, besides to steel beam on his back.
It took another minute and the feeling of something stiff pressing into her thigh before understanding dawned on her and she stopped moving. Hell, she stopped breathing. She desperately willed it to go away but all her hoping and praying didn't seem to have any effect on it.
Ugh, how dare he get one of those when they were stuck here like this!
"Alright, Ah stopped movin'." She said keeping her voice level.
He snorted into her shoulder. "Don' work like that, Cher."
"There's no tellin' how long we'll be trapped down here." She snapped. "Just make it go away." Rogue winced as the rock under her painfully gouged into her middle back. She tried to subtly move so as to not encourage Gambit and relieve her pain.
"Rogue." He groaned and the beam above him shifted.
She let out a huff of annoyance. "You're just gonna have ta deal with it until Ah can get rid of this damn rock, Swamp Rat."
And with that she started wiggling again and rolling her hips as she slowly but surely, she scooted the rock out from underneath her. Gambit for his part, had gone deathly still. He didn't speak until she had finally settled back down.
"Fo' future reference, Cher." He said, his breath a husky whisper and his lips just barely brushing the shell of her ear. "Next time ya start squirmin' under me like that, ya better be ready ta finish wha' ya started. This is ya only free pass."
He wiggle his own hips against her's and her whole body flushed with that foreign emotion only he seemed able to produce within her. "Oh." Was the only half way intelligent thing she could think to say.
"O' course, if ya wanna finish this now - "
"Rogue! Gambit!" Came Scott's voice, muffled by the debris.
"Where here!" She shouted as loud as she could. And even though Gambit shrunk away when she yelled in his ear, he still managed a chuckle.
Asshole.
