WARNING: Brief sexual situation


Gambit sighed as he stood in the entrance hall waiting for Rogue. She said they would leave at seven. It was seven forty-five. Looking down at his clothes, he wondered if this would be to her liking. He tried to dress a little more 'grown up' with his dark washed jeans, button up crimson shirt and his duster, of course. He had even shaved, which was something he didn't normally care to do on a regular basis.

"Ne jamais prêt à temps." He said quietly to himself as he walked over and sat down on the floor to rest his ankle. "A'ways late."

He sighed as he felt the throbbing in his ankle. Leaning over he lightly massaged it, feeling how tender it still was before sitting back and resting his head against the wall. Checking his phone for the time, he sighed. It had only been a minute.

Hearing a sound in the hallway, he looked to his left and saw Charles wheeling by and glance inside the entrance hall. He stopped, once he made eye contact with Gambit, and backed up before entering.

"Is everything alright?" He asked.

"I jus' be waitin' on Rogue. Y' know how dem women like t' take fo'ever." Gambit said, looking up at him from the floor and gave a half grin. "I t'ink maybe I been stood up."

Charles smiled. "Don't worry. You haven't. She's heading your way." He said as he turned his chair around and headed back into the hall. "Have a nice evening."

"Telepaths." Gambit said softly, lightly pouting his lips as he heard high heels start to strike the floor, softly and then crescendo until Rogue walked in. "Wow."

"Sorry ta keep ya waitin', hun." She said, raising her eyebrow at the sight of him sitting on the floor against the wall.

Using his crutches to get up off the floor, Gambit brushed his clothes down with the back of his left hand before moving closer to her. "You look...incroyable." He said, taking a look over the very form-fitting olive colored dress.

"Thanks." She said, looking over his attire. "Ya don't look half bad ya self. And ya even shaved."

He smiled when she placed her gloved right hand on the side of his face. "Only fo' you, chere." He said, motioning with his head. "After you."

Getting in the convertible, they headed out and to one of the more fancy Italian restaurants. Pulling up at the entrance, they got set up with the valet before heading inside.

Walking up to the hostess, Gambit smiled. "LeBeau." He said, winking back at Rogue.

"LeBeau..." She said, looking over the reservations. "Right. Eight o'clock. Follow me."

They walked over to a quiet corner of the restaurant and sat down at a cozy table for two. The candle flickered in the middle as they took their seats, Gambit leaning his crutches against the wall.

"Wine?" The hostess asked, popping the top.

"You drink, chere?" Gambit asked, handing his glass to the hostess.

"Not normally." She said, but she held her glass up anyway. "Guess ah can try some."

After pouring some wine into their glasses, the hostess smiled. "Your waitress will be right over. Enjoy your evening." She said as she walked away and back to her station.

"This place is really nice." Rogue said, looking around before looking at Gambit, who was already taking a sip of wine. "Don't think ah've ever been in here."

"Been here a few times." He said, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Prob'bly not wha' y' want t' hear."

Smiling, Rogue rested her chin on her palm as she looked over his face. "Ah know ah ain't tha first gal ya taken out on a date." She said, watching the candle light dance over his face.

He smiled. "You breakin' de first rule o' datin'." He said, seeing her dip her brows in confusion. "Never mention past relationships."

She rolled her eyes. "Ah didn't drop names, sugah." She said. "That's when ya break tha rule."

He chuckled as the waitress walked up. "Good evening. My name is Brandy and I'll be taking care of you two tonight. I see you have some wine. Would you like any other drinks?" She asked.

"Ah'd like a water, please." Rogue said.

"De same." Gambit said, looking up at Brandy.

"Alright. Do we need a moment to look over the menu?" She asked.

"Jus' a few mo' minutes." He said, flashing his charming smile.

"Alright. I'll be right back with your waters." Brandy said as she left their table side.

Opening the menu, Gambit glanced across the small table and watched as Rogue traced her finger over the menu. He slowly lifted his gaze to her chest before trailing up and watching her purse her lips together in thought.

"Y' like Italian food?" He asked, getting her to look at him.

"Who doesn't?" She winked at him, before going back to reading. "Ah think ah'm gonna have tha Chicken Parmesan."

He smiled at her safe choice. "Not gonna venture out?" He asked. "Dat usually de t'ing most people order at a place like dis."

Rogue smiled. "Ah usually order Chicken Alfredo." She said, playing with the necklace that sat against her chest. "This just sounds good."

"Get whatever y' want." He said. "Ain' sparin' no expense."

"What are ya gettin', hun?" She asked.

"Hmm." He said, looking over the menu. "Stuffed Chicken Marsala sound tasty." He said. "Haven' had dat in a while."

Brandy returned with their glasses of water and took her pad out. "Have we decided?" She asked.

"I t'ink we be ready now." Gambit said, looking at Rogue. "Chere?"

"Ah'm gonna try tha Moscato Chicken." She said, seeing Gambit raise his eyebrow.

"And for you?" Brandy asked.

"Spicy Shrip Vesuvio." He said, getting a smile from Rogue.

"Perfect." Brandy said, smiling at them. "I'll get this in and we'll have it out as soon as we can."

"Thanks." Rogue said as Brandy walked off.

"Last minute change." He said, smirking at her.

"Ah ain't tha only one." She said, lifting her glass and sniffing its contents. "Smells good."

"Not bad." He said, watching her take a sip. "Wha' you t'ink?"

Rogue looked at him and shook her head. "Don't think ah can drink that." She said, resting her hands on the table.

"Jus' save it fo' de meal." He said, reaching out and placing his left hand on her gloved right, stroking the back of it slowly. "It compliment de wine better, no?"

Looking down at his hand, Rogue smiled. "Maybe." She said, watching his fingers caress her hand.

"Wha's on yo' mind, mon amour?" He asked, seeing her shake her head before she made eye contact with him.

"Just thinkin'." She said, flipping her hand over and holding his. "About how bad ah wanna touch ya."

Gambit smirked, deciding to turn her question back at her. "When y' can t' control yo' powers, wha's de first t'ing y' wanna do?" He asked.

She smiled lovingly at him. "Ah think ah just wanna touch ya. Feel ya all over." She said.

"Mm." He nodded. "I like dat idea."

"Ah didn't mean it perverted like." She said, taking her hand away.

"You know I be kiddin', chere." He said, sitting up.

"Ah know." She said, looking around the restaurant. "It's hard for me ta think about what ah'd do once ah can actually control my powers. So many things run through my mind. Ah just can't imagine it."

"Don' gotta imagine it, Anna. It be happenin' soon." He said, staring into her eyes once she glanced back at him.

They made small talk until their dishes arrived. Rogue had decided to give the wine another chance with her meal and ended up not drinking any more. The taste wasn't doing anything for her, so Gambit finished her wine for her. When it came time to leave, he paid the bill, leaving a fat tip, before tipping the valet parking driver.

Getting in the car, Rogue placed her hand on his right forearm. "Ya sure ya alright ta drive?" She asked.

He smiled at her, adding a wink. "Take more dan two glasses o' wine t' get dis Cajun buzzed." He said, putting it into drive and heading back toward the mansion.

After parking the car in the garage, they headed inside and down the hall before going upstairs. Walking up to her door, Gambit stopped and smiled at her as she placed her hand on the side of his face.

"Thanks for this evening, sugah." She said. "Ah had a good time."

"Me too." He said, watching her take her hand away from him slowly. "Sleep well, chere. See y' t'morrow."

As he turned to head toward his room, he felt her grab his right shoulder. Looking back at her, he could see the nervousness in her eyes as she opened her mouth to ask him a question.

"Remy?" She asked.

"Mm hmm?" He asked, turning and facing her.

"Ya...wanna stay here tonight?" She asked, pursing her lips togther.

He smiled warmly. "I only stay if y' feel comf'table wit' it." He said, reaching out and taking her hand. "An' I only stay if y' want me to."

Watching their hands for a brief moment, she looked up into his eyes. "Ah want ya ta stay, Remy." She said.

He nodded. "A'right." He said, feeling her pull her hand away and watch her turn to open her bedroom door. "Le' me go get ready."

Heading down the hall, he opened his bedroom door and headed into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Kicking his shoes off and tossing his duster on his bed, he headed back down to Rogue's room and softly knocked on the door. When it opened, he saw she had changed into some long sleeved pajamas and pants.

Letting him in, he walked over and sat down at the foot of the bed, leaning the crutches against her dresser. "How y' wanna do dis?" He asked, watching her stop in front of him.

"Ah'm not quite sure." She said, walking over and putting her gloves on.

"We start wit' dis." He said, watching her. "Wha' side y' want?"

"Ah don't care." She said, looking down at him. "Does it matter?"

"Matter t' some." He said. "Dis be yo' room. Y' decide."

Swallowing hard, she walked around to his right, crawling on to the left side of the bed. "Ah guess this side." She said. "That way ya won't have ta put any kinda pressure on ya ankle."

He smiled at her concern. "A'right." He said, before he crawled up on the right side of the bed and sat down beside her.

"If ya need...ya can take ya shirt off." She said, glancing down at his chest.

"Non." He said, reaching out and running his hand down her arm. "Don' want dis t' be any more uncomf'table fo' you dan it alreay is."

She smiled at him as she turned the lamp off on the nightstand before sliding under the covers. "Should ah be facin' ya?" She asked, with her back to him.

"Non, dis be fine." He said as he moved in close and spooned her, placing his hand on her waist. "How's dat?"

Reaching around with her right hand, she placed it on his left that was on her waist. "It's fine, hun." She said, the nervousness coming out a little in her voice.

Taking his hand from underneath hers, he ran his hand from her shoulder down to her hip slowly, before moving it back up and around her waist. He pulled her close and lied his head down beside hers, breathing in the mixture of her shampoo, perfume and lotion. He felt her left arm rest on his and he smiled as he kissed the back of her head.

"G'night, Anna." He said softly, feeling her rub his hand with hers gently.

"Goodnight, Remy." She said before interlocking her hand with his.

Opening her eyes, Rogue felt herself close in someone's arms. She blinked several times before remembering last night. Lifting her head, she found herself looking into Gambit's eyes.

"Mornin', chere." He said with a smile.

She smiled as she received a hug. "Morning." She said, feeling him rub her back. "Did ya sleep alright?"

He let out a little chuckle. "Not really, but I ain' complainin'." He said turning his head and kissing the top of her head. "Did y' sleep any?"

Placing her right hand on his chest, she smiled as she closed her eyes. "Mm hmm." She said, before propping herself up on her elbows. "Did ya get cold? Ah wasn't lyin' when ah said it's cold in here."

He shook his head. "Being close t' you kept me warm, mon amour." He said, making her smile.

"Same for me." She said, resting her head on his shoulder as she traced on of the buttons on his shirt with her right index finger.

Rolling on to his right side, Gambit pulled her in close and hugged her. "Wha' time yo' trainin' start?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

"Usually head down around nine." She said, lifting her head to glance at the clock. "So ah was suppose to be down there thirty-five minutes ago."

Gambit chuckled. "Den y' bes' go on, chere. Ain' no time t' waste." He said, moving away and sitting up. "I leave so y' can change."

Rogue watched him get up off the bed and slowly walk over to the crutches before he placed them under his arms and smiled at her.

"À plus tard." He said, winking before opening her door and heading out.

"What the hell?" Gambit lookyd to his left to see Bobby coming up the stairs. "Am I seeing this right? You're coming out of Rogue's room dressed in your clothes from yesterday evening?"

"Oui." Gambit said as he headed toward his own room.

"Did you guys finally find a way to fuck? Because the sexual tension between you two. Man! I can't breathe." He said, making Gambit turn around and shoot a glare at him.

"Be a li'l more respectful, homme." He said sternly, before reaching out and opening his door.

"Damn. I'm just joking around, buddy." Bobby said, raising an eyebrow before Gambit walked into his room.

Sitting down on the end of his bed, he leaned the crutches beside him as he rubbed his face. There was definitely sexual tension between the two of them and it was driving him crazy. He could feel himself getting more and more frustrated thinking about how her powers continued to balk their relationship, but it wasn't her fault. She was trying her hardest to learn to control them and he just had to be patient, though he didn't like having to wait.

Standing on his right foot, he got undressed and headed into the bathroom. Turning on the shower and getting the water a little warmer than he usually did, he let his hair down before he stepped inside and started to wash his hair. Moving to the body wash, he rubbed it over his chest and arms before reaching around to his back. Getting more and lathering it up, he rubbed it over his legs and calves before washing his feet. Going back to his chest, he slowly ran his hand down to his groin, grabbing hold of himself. He let out a pleasurable sigh as he began to get himself worked up, stroking slowly as he closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild.

"Ah apologize for bein' late this mornin', Professor." Rogue said with a smile. "Ah lost track of time."

Charles smiled. "Don't worry." He said, motioning for her to sit down. "It's quite alright. I know you had a late night."

"We got home around ten. It wasn't that late." She said, looking at him.

He nodded. "It's alright." He said, watching her sit down in front of him. "Let us begin, shall we?"

Rogue nodded as she closed her eyes, focusing on the task at hand. "Ah'm ready." She said, preparing for what came next.

She suddenly felt him inside her mind, probing around at the dark corners that he had blocked away when she couldn't control the other thoughts that ran freely around in her mind. Her breathing quickened, slightly, as he opened those barricades and looked through before closing them again. One by one, he did this. Making sure to not let anything be unturned.

He then came to Carol Danvers' and she started to feel nervous. She remembered the torment and the pain as he started to open that memory. Rogue suddenly pushed him away and opened her eyes, breathing heavily.

"It's alright." Charles said, placing his hand on her knee.

"Ah'm sorry." She said, placing her hand on the side of her face. "Ah should trust ya, Professor, ah just..."

"I know." He said. "We can save that one for last, if you like."

"Would ya mind?" She asked, seeing him smile softly.

"Not at all." He said, patting her knee before he took his hand back. "Let me know when you're ready to begin again."

Taking in deep breaths, she calmed herself before nodding. "Alright. Ah'm ready." She said, closing her eyes and focusing once more.

Charles continued on with the session until it was time to come back to Carol Danvers. Rogue knew this was it and she braced herself, knowing that this was part of learning to control her powers. As Charles pushed inside the tightly closed memory, Rogue tried her hardest to stay in control. She felt the struggle and it started to frighten her.

Breaking the connection, she stood up and walked away from the couch. "We can do this another time." Charles said, seeing her hug herself.

"But ah hafta learn ta control my powers." She said, turning around to face him.

"It won't happen in one session, you know this." He said, wheeling his chair over to her. "Let's take a break. Whenever you're ready to continue, just let me know."

"Ah wanna continue now." She said, walking back over and taking a seat on the couch. "Ah can do this, Professor."

"Getting a cat nap, Gambit?" He opened his eyes slowly to see Jubilee smiling at him.

"Didn' get no sleep." He said, smiling back as Bobby came in behind her.

"That's because he was in Rogue's room last night." Bobby said, giving a suggestive grin.

Jubilee turned around and glared at Bobby. "So what? Don't go getting in people's business." She said, turning back around to face Gambit. "He's an ass."

"Oh, I know." Gambit said, smirking at Bobby.

"Jeez, where's the love?" He asked, looking at them. "I thought we were family?"

"Everyone else be my family, homme. Not you." Gambit said, standing and slowly walking over to pour himself more coffee.

"Wow." Bobby said, laughing. "Well, whatever. I can live with being an acquaintance."

"You lucky if y' even be dat." Gambit chuckled, leaning against the counter to take the pressure off of his left ankle.

"God damn." Bobby shook his head. "Alright, I give up."

Gambit watched him leave the kitchen before he limped back over to the table. "So, you were in Rogue's room last night?" Jubilee asked with a smile.

Raising his eyebrow, he took a sip of coffee. "Wha' happen t' not gettin' in people's business?" He asked, smiling playfully.

"I'm sorry, I know." Jubilee said. "But, can she control her powers now?"

Gambit shook his head. "Non." He said.

"But you stayed in her room? That's a little risky, don't you think?" She asked.

"Risky be m' cup o' tea, petit." He winked at her as Storm entered the kitchen. "Mornin', Ro."

"Good morning, Jubilee." She said with a smile before shooting Gambit a glare.

"Wha' I do now?" He asked.

"I am glad that you keep tabs on who ever has the largest breasts on the team." She said, preparing herself to make tea.

"Come on, Ro. Y' know I be messin'." He said, smiling, as she turned her back to him. "Ne pas être bouleversé. Don' be upset, chere."

"I am not upset. I am angry." She said.

Shaking his head, Gambit chuckled as he took a sip of coffee. "Den don' be angry." He said. "Y' know not'in' I say be serious nin'y percent o' de time."

She was quiet as she began heating the water in the kettle on the stove. Getting to his feet, he made his way over behind her and rested his chin on her left shoulder. When she looked at him, he was doing his best 'sad puppy dog' face. She laughed, gently pushing him away as she opened the tea bag and sat it in her mug.

"An annoying brother." She reminded him, making him laugh.

"That never really grows up." Jubilee said, getting a smile from Storm.

"Jus' 'cuase I like t' have fun, I get called immature?" He asked, leaning against the island bar. "Y' girls be de emmerdant ones. Boring as hell."

They smiled at him as Storm took the whistling kettle off of the stove and poured the hot water into her mug.


A/N: Had the warning, just to be safe.
Next chapter in a few days!