Gambit couldn't get Rogue out of his mind, he had decided that he wouldn't let himself care for her and yet here he was going after her. He strapped on his helmet and revved up his motorcycle and tore out of the drive way. If she had left there was no doubt in his mind as to where she would go, home, to New York. He pulled onto the freeway going well above the speed limit; maybe if he was lucky he could catch her before she got too far ahead of him. From what Henri had said she had left two hours before he had, but from the month that he had known his wife he knew she had a lead foot. He looked down at his speedometer and swore under his breath, he would never catch her at this pace.

He urged his bike to go faster as he weaved in and out of the thick traffic. He wondered if she would stop for the night, she probably thought he wasn't coming after her. Boy would she be surprised when he turned up. He began to wonder why she had insisted on pushing him away and why she had lied to him about her mutation. She had once mentioned a boyfriend, maybe she had broken up with him so she could help Logan by marrying him. Well he would be damned if he was going to let her love another man while he was married to her. He had respected their marriage vows and had not only refrained from sleeping with other women but had also stopped flirting with anyone but her since the moment he said I do. When he found her he was going to blow apart her lie and see what she had to say for herself.

Remy had just parked next to the motel where he had found Rogue at. She had checked in under the name Anna Howlett, which really bruised his ego. He got off his bike and walked to the stairs that led to the second floor of the motel. He had found out over the phone that she was in room 4D, the room he was currently standing in front of. He took a deep breath before knocking. He waited for a few moments but there was no answer, so he knocked again, louder.

"Alright, alright, keep ya shorts on." Said a very agitated Rogue on the other side of the door.

He felt like his heart was about to beat right out of his chest as he heard the door unlock. His face remained impassive however when she yanked the door open and looked angrily at his chest before her eyes moved slowly up his chest to his face. Her angry expression quickly turned to shock.

"Bonjour Cherie." He said with a frown.

"What are ya doin' here?" She asked still surprised.

"Well dis mornin' Ah found my wife gone an' decided ta chase 'er down." He said as he pushed past her in to her room.

"Get out an' don' call me that." She demanded. He briefly wondered if she had any idea how incredibly beautiful she looked when she was upset.

"Why? Ya are." He stated simply. She still hadn't closed the door so he walked the few steps until he was right in front of her. She instantly stiffened as he reached around her and shut the door, locking it in the process. It only fueled his anger the more she went along with pretending she couldn't touch.

"Get out." She said again and Remy could hear her strain to keep her voice steady.

"Ah t'ink Ah have de right ta be in de same bedroom as mon wife." He said and took notice of how she cringed at the title.

"So now ya wanna share a room with me?" She asked exasperated. "An' Ah'm not gonna tell ya again, don' call me that." She growled out, she really was the daughter of the Wolverine.

"Why'd ya leave." He asked ignoring her question.

"Ah got tired o' stayin' in a house where no one wanted me, so Ah decided ta go home." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at him.

It was then Remy noticed that she was only wearing an old jersey that was almost too small and just barely covered her rear. And God help him he wanted nothing more than to lay between those creamy white thighs. He snapped out of his day dreams and returned his attention to her furious face.

"Cherie dat house is ya home. An' wha' makes ya t'ink dat no one wants ya dere?" He asked even though he knew the answer. It was his fault she had left and they both knew it. She had tried to get him to come clean about what was bothering him. But the truth was, he was more hurt then upset, he had grown attached to the Rogue over the last month.

"Gambit," She said and he flinched at his work name. "Just get out, it's too late an' Ah'm too tired ta deal with ya right now." She said as she moved to open the door back up.

But Remy was too fast for her and turned her around pushing her back against the door and placing his arms on either side of her. Again she flinched when he got close to her, he wondered if that was a tell that she was turning her power on so she could keep up the ruse. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, he really needed to calm down before he said something he regretted. When he opened his eyes again he saw that every muscle in her body was tense and that she was barely breathing. She was trying her hardest to push up against the door behind her so she could put as much distance between her and him.

"We sleep tonight, mais in de mornin' we go back home." He told her seriously. He sighed and backed off, rubbing his temple with one hand.

She narrowed her eyes and he could practically see her head harden. Remy had the sudden thought that she looked like an angry bull and he was in the ring with her wearing a red body suit. "What makes ya think Ah'm goin' anywhere with ya, Swamp Rat?" she challenged him.

"'Cause we're bound fo' life, Cherie. An' Ah aint gonna have any o' yo' ex-boyfriends getting' in de way o' dis marriage." He said, and he knew his eyes were glowing; it was taking all he had not to shake with the anger building up just under his skin at the thought of her lover. So much for staying calm, but he couldn't help that she was the only one who could get under his skin like that. And though he would never admit it to himself, it really turned him on.

Rogues face turned to confusion, "What the hell are ya talkin' about now?" She asked her voice rising up another notch as her anger grew.

"Whoever ya in love wit'!" He yelled, "Ya married ta me, ya supposed ta love me an' no one else!" He really wished he could take that back.

"Where the hell did ya get that from!" She shouted right back. "An' Ah aint ever gonna love ya or are ya forgettin' that this marriage was the lesser of two evils?" Talk about a low blow, he thought.

Remy opened his mouth to tell her about how he knew of her lie but there was suddenly a pounding on the door. Rogue narrowed her eyes again and swung around so that she could wrench the door open. "What?" She asked so harshly that the night manager looked like he might cry.

"Um, we need you guys to keep it down, we keep getting complaints." He managed to stammer out under her glare. Remy had to hand it to him; a lesser man would have pissed his pants and run.

"Fine." She said and slammed the door in his face before she rounded back on Remy. "Listen ya infuriating Swamp Rat," She said in a low and dangerous tone. "Ah'm goin' ta bed alone, if ya must ya can sleep on the couch. But Ah'd prefer ya ta jus' leave all together." She said as she stalked past him and to the bed.

She placed one knee on the bed while her other foot was on the floor and Remy just hardly caught a glimpse of dark green lace molded to her perfect ass. He sighed and walked to the couch and plopped down after he took off his trench coat. He kicked his shoes off and tried to get comfortable on the love seat.

"Do Ah at least get a pillow?" He snarked in the dark. There was no reply but Remy got his answer when a pillow came hurtling out of the dark and hit him in the face. He bit the insult on the tip of his tongue and willed himself to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day he just knew it.

A/N

There are a total of twenty-nine chapters that I've written for this story. New chapters will begin with Chapter 30.