Author's Note- It's been a while, I know! But I was going to try and do something with people telling me a song they might want to hear, but that didn't work out. So I figured out a nice way to pull this into an end and it'll have one more chapter after this. This one might have been stretched out into two chapters, but I always enjoy ending a fic with even incriments, so five it'll be! Thanks for Reading and the next one will be out soon!

Also thanks to Eleven Muggle(3), Alisha, and Persson, for reviewing the last chapter! You definitely helped me keep it going!

Rogue let out a low hissing sigh, starting to get annoyed with the room at this point. She'd turned this darn place upside down looking for her blasted I-pod already. In fact, at this point she wouldn't even have any time to work out! While Rogue wasn't lazy, she found she couldn't really get herself worked up enough in a workout room without a little music helping to pump the blood.

She sighed, glancing at the red numbers on her alarm clock, yeah, time and had come and gone. She wasn't going to have time now before Logan was in there with the pack of kids he was no doubt going to get suckered into doing 'gym' class with. His entity growled a bit in her head but she decided it served him right anyways.

Her trip down the hall from her bedroom didn't end up with her getting very far, in fact as she turned the corner towards the staircase it wasn't ended completely. She jerked back to a stop, taking an extra step backwards than was necessary… but in Rogue's experience, it was better to start farther away when dealing with the man leaning easily against the wall of the hallway, an easy smile over his smug face, cards slapping back and forth between his fingers.

"Swamp rat," She said with a nod, starting to go around him. Rogue hadn't exactly forgotten the night before… or that he'd shown up while she was out…

But her escape wasn't so easy today. Gambit reached out an arm, leaning over to the other side of the hallway to stop her. She could dodge around where he had been leaning a moment ago, but he was being persistent and Rogue wasn't going to risk bumping into him like that. He was too quick for that sort of thing.

"Told y'dat y'liked Remy."

Rogue's eyes narrowed almost instantly, hands clenching up into slight fists as she sent him a good hard glare. He just kept his smug little grin on his face, cards stopping in one hand. Damn. She'd done so well avoiding him too. Now she had to deal with him and Rogue was just in no mood today.

"Yah tricked me, Cajun, it hardly counts," She said with a nod, wondering in the back of her mind if it wouldn't just be easy to go down the opposite end of the hallway and double back once he was out of her hair. But then she'd be giving him his way or he'd follow her and Rogue wouldn't tolerate either option.

"I t'ink dat makes it count more," He said in a flirtier voice, leaning forward. Least he liked keeping it standard.

"Ah don' like yah," Rogue said in a firm, unmoving voice. Anything to get him to leave her be! She didn't like being harsh, but Remy didn't have actual feelings for her, he just had a goal.

"I remember y'sayin' dat about bein' able to touch me too," Remy said, a smirk on his lips.

Rogue looked at him for a moment, hands clenching completely now as her shoulders tucked up a bit more and she leveled a hard glare at him again. So it struck a cord with her? It wasn't him… just that he was teasing her about that, flaunting it in her face like she could do something… no, the one thing she wanted to most but never could. She stepped up closer to him so she could jab him in the chest once, green eyes narrowing up at his face as anger woke up in her chest.

"We can't."

"Well I like de sound of 'we', Chere," Remy purred slightly, seemingly unperturbed by her anger.

"Yah impossible!" She snapped, deciding to give up with him entirely. Anger, annoyance all of it. She just reached up and shoved at his arm, forcing him back out of her way. "And even if we could, nobody said I'd want to with the likes of you."

"Nobody said otherwise neither, Rogue," Remy called after her but she was well on her way down the hallway and towards the staircase, leaving the troublesome Cajun behind her.

…

"So have y'reconsidered?" A voice said not far from where she'd been sitting, reading a book she'd been trying to for the last week. But with everything popping up around the mansion, like it usually did, well she hadn't been able to find the time to sit down and do something as simple as read a book.

As usual, Rogue wasn't getting the chance either! Where did he come from? Did he always just show up out of thin it? It was getting annoying. She didn't know why he was being so persistent. He'd been making a fool of himself for a solid two weeks now, not that she was counting.

Rogue was just good with numbers.

That wasn't the point though. The point was that in the past two weeks he'd gone past annoying. He was downright aggravating now!

"Nothin' to reconsider, swamp rat," She said simply with a nod of her head, trying to ignore him in favor for her book. But she wasn't really reading the words, even if her eyes moved over them.

What, he thought that if he was more detailed and tricky in his pestering she'd be willing to be his newest trophy? This was his all just some game to him, he wanted to win a challenge nobody else could and move on to something more interesting. She wasn't stupid and Rogue wasn't one to be toyed with so easily.

"It still shocks Remy how blind y'can be Rogue."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She snapped, glaring at him thoroughly, book ignored. She'd meant every word she said earlier. It wasn't him, it was just the touch, pretending for half a second she wasn't poisonous to every other person on the face of the planet. It was getting intolerable though, he was hard enough to put up with and Rogue wasn't dumb. Remy was a player, and he just wanted to win his game. "Ah see fine, Gambit. Right through yah too."

"Tsk, tsk, such a pessimist, mon Cherie."

"I ain't yah dear anything."

"Why won' y'even try?" He asked, and maybe she was just taken back by the serious tone that was rare or maybe even non-existent on Remy… or maybe she just thought it enough times and hoped calling him on it would make him finally leave her alone.

"Cause Ah ain't some trophy for yah to collect, Gambit, Ah know you're type."

"Sho y'do," Was the only thing the swamp rat said for once, his voice dipping down lower in pitch. Rogue watched him warily for a moment and they both stood there staring at each other. He broke the suddenly uncomfortable silence as he reached into one of the pockets on his usual coat. Rogue didn't look to see what it was, but he'd taken her hand and pulled it up between them.

She cringed, as usual and started to fix him with a glare when he set something in it and simply let go, backing away from her entirely.

"Have it yo way, Chere."

Rogue blinked as he turned and walked away, duster following after his boots until he turned the corner. Her lips tugged into a slight from before she turned her head to look down at what placed in her hand.

That no good thieving swamp rat had taken her I-pod right out of her room!