Cross Country Escape
Chapter 7: The Plan
A/N: Ok, I know I said this chapter was a filler too but it's not as much a filler as a conversational piece between the characters.
Also I think I keep writing Gambit's dialogue in first person so if it switched back and forth between first and third I'm sorry.
A yawn escaped Remy LeBeau as he stretched the kinks in muscles. He sighed sitting up and rubbing his eyes of sleep. His blank mind soon filled with the thoughts of the night before.
"Rogue." He thought as realization set in, "She's…here." Everything rushed back to him as he looked to the clock.
'7:30' time to get up and start the day.
Quickly Gambit stood from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. He took his time in the shower, letting the warm shower water sooth away what was left of the kinks in his muscles. He sighed, letting his mind run through all his options and ideas from the night before. He wasn't really sure where he wanted to take her. He himself had been all over the country, all over the world actually and there were just so many places and things he wanted to show her. The only thing he feared was that she may have changed her mind and in all honesty he wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't where he left her last night.
Gambit stepped out of the shower and dried himself off before walking back into his room and dressing. He put on a tight pair of grungy blue jeans and a black muscle shirt. When he was done, he quietly made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall. He pressed his ear lightly to the door at the end of the hall, he heard nothing but light breathing. Perfect, she was still asleep.
Deciding to wait to wake her up he then headed into the kitchen.
Rogue moaned appreciatively as the delightful smells of bacon, eggs and other such breakfast foods wafted to her nose. She smiled as she opened her eyes, taking another big whiff of air. The rumbling in her stomach alerted her to its own appreciation of said smells. She stretched the sleep from her body and threw the blankets off of her. Standing from the bed, Rogue made her way to the door and opened it quietly, peaking her head through. She looked around up and down the hall as if afraid she'd get caught by someone. She half expected Logan to have busted his way in, thrown her over his shoulder and carried her back to the institute already.
She sighed realizing how stupid she was acting and headed toward the kitchen. She stopped her journey in the doorway of said kitchen eyes wide and doing everything she possibly could not to fall on the floor laughing. She watched amused as a frilly, pink apron clad Gambit worked at the stove. What made the sight all the more humorous was the fact that under his apron he wore a very tight sleeveless muscle shirt that did very little to mask his ripped torso. She snorted, still attempting to mask her laughter.
Gambit turned hearing an out of place sound and finally noticed Rogue standing in the door way a wide smirk plastered on her face.
"Morning Cherie, yo' jus' in time fo' breakfast." Gambit said. " 'Ave a seat." He continued gesturing to the table. Rogue took his offer, never taking her eyes of the Cajun before her. She watched as he distributed the food he had been cooking moments before onto two plates. Once he was done he turned toward her giving Rogue a full view of the apron….she nearly died laughing. "Yo' want t' let Moi in on 'de joke chere?" he asked confused as he set her plate in front of her.
"K…kiss….kiss…kiss….the Ca…Cajun!" she stuttered out through her laughs. She gasped for breath as she doubled over. Gambit watched her strangely.
"What wrong wit' 'dat?" he asked. Rogue stopped laughing and looked at him like he had two heads.
"Have yah evah actually looked at it?" she asked. He nodded. Confusion still painted on his features. "It's pink…. And frilly….and says kiss the Cajun on it."
Gambit smiled as she tried to justify her fit of laughs. She stopped when she saw this and scowled.
"Yah messin' wit' meh aren't yah?" she replied. He nodded.
"Oui, 'de apron was a gift." He answered. He smirked. "Moi sister in law t'inks it's funny." He continued. Rogue smiled.
"She's right, it is." Rogue replied.
"Mhm, Remy noticed." She giggled.
Silence soon fell between them as they began to eat until Gambit broke the silence.
"So, 'ow 'ave yo' been chere?" he asked. She looked at him confused. "Yo' jus' show up in 'da middle o' 'da night, somet'in' gotta be up." He clarified. She sighed.
"Everyone is treating me like nothin' happened and it's pissing me off." She explained.
"But itsn't 'dat what yo' wanted chere?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No, Ah wanted to be left alone, Ah didn't want things to change in the first place." She continued. "An' now everyone who treated meh differently is back to actin' like nothin' happened."
Gambit sighed. He could see she was not enjoying this conversation. He let the silence fall between them again, until they were finished eating. He took her plate for her and cleaned them off before replacing them in the cupboard. He turned back to face Rogue as he went to remove his apron.
"No, no." Rogue interrupted. He looked up at her. "Don't take it off, it's very becoming." She continued barely finishing with a straight face. Gambit smiled defeated at her, before removing the apron and moving toward her. She looked up at him nervously as she noticed he was smirking. "Gambit." She said warningly, as he stood over her.
Gambit's smirk only widened as he leaned down and scooped her over his shoulder. She yelped indignantly.
"Remy!" she exclaimed. "Remy! Put me down!" she continued as he carried her into the living room and deposited her on the couch. He climbed on top of her as she wiggled and squirmed trying to get away.
"Tell moi, chere, are yo' ticklish?" he asked. She looked up at him wide eyed and that was all the answer he needed. His smirk widened. "Are yo' ticklish 'ere?" he asked running his finger across her neck. She didn't move. "Non? 'Den 'ow 'bout 'ere?" he rested his hand on her side and she flinched slightly. "Hmm, it seems we 'ave a winner." He said, before attacking her sides. She gasped and squealed trying to fight him off, but having not luck.
"Ah'm sorry, Ah'm sorry!" she exclaimed. Remy stopped, his hands still poised over her sides.
"What was 'dat?" he asked.
"Ah'm sorry, yah girly apron looks very nice on yah." She replied, shrinking away from him. He looked up for a minute then without warning turned back to her and started tickling her again. "Stop!" she screeched, trying to get away. "Remy!" she exclaimed. "Ok, ok, Ah'm sorry!" she said. Gambit stopped again and looked down at her. She looked up at him innocently. His eyes narrowed at her.
"Remy 'ave a feelin' 'dat's 'da best he gonna get." Gambit replied as he got up off of her. She smiled lightly as she sat up. She took a deep breath. She opened her mouth to speak, but Gambit beat her to it.
"So Chere, 'ave yo' t'ought 'bout where yo' want t' go?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Ah really don't think the girl whose lost should be the one to give directions." Gambit chuckled.
" 'Den 'ow 'bout we go everywhere an' anywhere?" he suggested. She watched him surprised.
"Really?" she questioned. Gambit nodded.
"Remy been all over the world Chere, includin' 'dis country. 'Der are many places Remy want t' show yo'." He explained. She smiled lightly at him.
"Ok."
A/N: And so ends chapter 7. I have decided to write chapter 8 as a song fic type chapter. That way it won't be so much of a filler chapter. I think ya'll deserve a lot more then another filler chapter. Please review, next chapter up soon.
-RED
