"Alright, training session over," Wolverine growled, "At this rate we won't have a room left. Kid destroyed everything," he mumbled to himself.
"Way t' go chere," Gambit smiled, "We neva get out early."
Rogue shrugged, walking out of the room. Gambit shook his head. She'd been so distant the past month or so. He was starting to wonder why. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sex. Maybe it was the whole starting school. She'd been educated far beyond her years anyway so school must be a bore to her. She winked at Gambit before completely disappearing into the girls locker room. He smirked, so it was one of those days.
She closed her eyes as the hot water pounded against her skin. Soon, she'd be ready to betray him soon. After all, he was the reason behind all of this. She'd gained his trust, worked by his side and that would be his downfall. She laughed a bit to herself, thinking about all the damage she'd do. But he'd deserve it all. Then he could lay on the ground and watch as she slowly killed him. Slowly took everything away from him like he had done to her.
She heard a whistle and smirked, "Can't ya read Cajun, says girls locka room. Ah know ya not a fille."
He snaked his arms around her, "An' who says ah'm not," he spun her around, "Maybe ah am an' y' jus' neva noticed," he lifted her off the ground, "'Sides, we all know ah can read jus' fahne chere," he plunged into her, watching her eyes shut, "What's wrong Rogue," he began to move, pressing himself against her, "Y' lahke it?"
She let a moan escape her lips, biting down on his neck as he moved faster. He quickly pulled out and left as he heard someone coming. Rogue went back to showering, glaring at the wall. That would have been really great sex. She looked to see Tabitha. Of course it would be her to interrupt them. Bitch. Rogue finished her shower quicker then she would have liked. She got dressed and pulled her hair into a messy bun. She quickly applied some makeup then walked out to find Gambit.
She was met by a panging feeling in her head before she could reach him. She sighed, heading outside and to the ocean. Leave it to her master to want to speak with her now. She met Apocalypse by the gazebo. She listened to him rant for about half an hour about how the plan was going too slow and that he was going to battle in a matter of weeks so she'd better be ready…all things she'd heard before. She stood there lazily, thinking to herself how she couldn't wait to just shut him the fuck up. She wasn't his little bitch that he could just order around and she knew within the next few weeks he would be dead and she'd be free to liver her life again.
He smiled down at her, "And I want that Demon's head on a platter."
She rolled her eyes, "Consida it already there."
With that he left. She didn't want to kill Gambit, she had no intention of killing Gambit. She'd just go along with whatever big bad said then serve his head on a platter. She reentered the house to find that it was empty. Gambit quickly pulled her to the side. Where had he come from? He handed her a note. She let out a sigh, a few weeks her ass, they were headed to Egypt tomorrow. This is what killed her the most. She would have to fight them, the people that had been her friends, which meant Gambit would yet again wake up alone. She looked over at him, kissing him passionately. He gawked at her as the others reentered the room. She pulled away then ran out of the room.
He followed closely behind but she was gone. No, no, no. not like this, not again. Gambit ran to their rooms, at least this time he wouldn't unknowingly wake up alone. His brows furrowed when he heard something on the roof. Rogue paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. She could stay, could help them and not get the revenge she wanted or she could leave, fight against them but get what she craved most in the entire world. She calmed when she noticed a pair of red and black eyes staring up at her. She floated back down into his arms, deciding sleep was the best answer to this problem.
3
She ran as fast as she could towards the house that belonged to Remy. She would be safe their. She cried as she remembered how ratty she looked. He looked from his bedroom window at the girl running towards his house. She looked so gross and just vile. He looked a little closer, Rogue. But why? Why did she look like…? Julien grabbed her by the hair, dragging her back to his house. Remy bolted down the stairs only to be stopped by his father. He looked up at the man questioningly.
"Der are some t'in's dat y' jus' gotta let happen Remy," Jean Luc told his young son.
"Non," Remy tried to pull away, "What dey doin' ain't rahgt! Lemme go! Ah gotta help her! Lemme go!"
He breathed deeply as he sat up. Rogue slept soundly next to him. He stroked the side of her face. Always, he would protect her always. She was everything to him. But why had Jean Luc stopped him that day? He'd known what was happening and never once tried to stop it. He hated Gambit seeing Rogue as much as Marius hated having Gambit over. Jean Luc was part of all of this. His chere suffered so much and they all knew it was happening. Everyone but him. He kissed her neck then her face. She smiled in her sleep, rolling on her stomach. He smiled down at her.
"T'anky' chere," he whispered, "For lovin' meh da way y' have. Ah love y' more den anyt'in'."
She kissed his palm sleepily, "Ah love ya t' mon amour."
Peace, they would be going to war tomorrow and right now all she could feel was an overwhelming sense of peace.
