Umbrella
Rogue's POV
Oh, great. It's pouring with rain. How am Ah gonna get back tah the mansion in this? Rain ain't exactly perfect motorcycle weather, and Ah am not walkin'. Besides, Ah'd have tah leave the bike here, and Logan would kill meh for leaving mah bike out in the rain. Ah'm gonna have tah wheel it back.
Nearly back at the mansion, Rogue was drenched in freezing mid-January rain. Her thick winter coat had rivulets of water running down it, water that had already seeped through to the inside. Her legs, which the coat did not cover, were almost numb. She was praying that her beloved bike – an eighteenth birthday present from Logan – would be OK, although it, too, was drenched. Suddenly, the rain pounding down on her stopped. Looking up, Rogue saw a large green umbrella. She turned to the person holding it, thanks and relief plain on her face, until she saw…
"You!" With a growl that would have made Logan proud, she pushed at him. Stupid acolyte with his stupid umbrella. "What do yah want?" She asked angrily.
"Well, I was walkin' along, mindin' m' own business, when I saw a beautiful girl wit' sleek curves out in de rain. She was soakin'! So I came over, an' covered her wit' m' umbrella. Nex' time y' take her out, mebbe y' should bring a cover, or at least an umbrella wit' y'." Rogue blinked in confusion. Slowly, it dawned on her.
"Are yah talkin' abaht…mah bike?"
"Of course!" They spent the rest of the journey in silence. Only Remy himself knew what he was thinking, but Rogue was trying hard to remember who the man walking next to her holding the umbrella was.
He's Remy Lebeau. He's a thief, an acolyte…he almost blew yoah damn hand off! Stop thinking how nice it was of him tah walk yah back home…or how good lookin' he is…focus on the facts. Anyway,a guy lahke him wouldn't be interested in yah. Yah can't touch, remembah?
"Cherie. We're here. I'm afraid y'll have t' go by y'self fo' the rest o' de way. Remy ain't so welcome up dere." And, before she could stop him, he leant down and gave her a swift kiss on the lips. She blinked in surprise and, when she opened her eyes, he was gone. Rogue rolled her eyes, walked the remainder of the way to the gate, and pressed the intercom button.
"It's meh, Ah'm cold an' wet an' so is mah motorbike. Let meh in. Now."
"Goot evenink, younk lady." Someone said in a thick Transylvanian accent, apparently ignoring what she had said. "Velkom to Xavier's House of Horror. It is goot to get some new blood."
"Bobby, let meh in or Ah'll tell Logan yah've been abusin' the intercom again."
"Fine…" The gate swung inward.
I need a Z!