I saw it when they arrived. Ma chére got out of the car and she looked absolutely stunning, like an angel… ma ange. Iceman opened the car door for her and offered her his hand. 'Nice touch', I thought. But he'd better not be too nice. Oh, yes. I forgot Jean told me he's gay and made me swear by Anna's life I would not to tell it to anyone. But still, I got jealous. Funny thing is that there were so many situations in the past that should have had me dying of jealousy but I have to get jealous at a gay guy treating my Anna nicely.

Two minutes later, Bobby was back to the parking area. I flashed my headlights and he walked slowly towards my car.

"She's all yours now, Gambit. Good luck, man." He said as I got out of the car.

"Thanks a lot, Bobby." I thanked him and patted his back.

"So this is it, right? Or maybe not, who knows. I wish you guys all the best, together or apart. And by the way, nice attire, huh? You're looking great." He offered me a compliment.

"What do you mean? I always look great, homme." I replied and winked at him. We parted ways and I made my way into the restaurant.

As I walked in, I could feel the hungry stares of tout les femmes in there. Sometimes it gets annoying… But then, then there was her. All the background faded, it became a blur and she was all I could see. Her pretty face, her breath-taking sensuality, her lovely green eyes, those plump lips of hers which have kissed my body all over countless times, the sight of her made me melt inside, she was unbelievably irresistible.

She didn't notice me at first, distracted as usual. She looked so sweet, curiously watching the people around her, until she saw me. Her mouth turned into a big "O" as she gasped in surprise at my presence. She was a vision of ecstasy. 'Oh chére, it will be so hard to let you go… if I have to', I thought to myself.

When I reached her, I had to ask her twice if I could join her. She was totally eating me with her eyes. I know her so well. I know when she's aroused. It's ridiculous that she tries to hide it from me. I had to use all my inner strength to manage not to laugh at her like I did the other day when I met her in the corridor late at night. She's so adorable when she is pretending not to want me. She definitely has one or two things to learn from me in that department.

When she finally acknowledges my presence by allowing me to take a seat, she starts getting all worked up and asks me what I was doing there. I simply informed that I was her date for the night. The look in her face! It was priceless. I should have surprised her more often when I had the chance.

"Hi. I am Mr. LeBeau, but you can call me Remy. I'll be your date tonight. Nice to meet you, petite." I said, keeping my straight face.

"What!? Gambit, have you gone nuts?" she asked me impatiently.

"I never introduced myself as Gambit. As I told you before, you can call me Remy." I spoke calmly.

"Remy, enough with the games. I can't believe that I bought this expensive dress for this." She shook her head and threw the napkin on the table, pulled her chair back as if she were about to leave. I quickly held her two hands.

"Chére, don't! Please! Sorry, I'm not mocking you. I just wanted you to picture this. What if I was a stranger? Would you love me? What if we had just met? Would you want me?"

"Remy, look around. All the women in this place want you! So yes, I'd probably be one of them." She replied.

"Chére, that's not my point. Thing is, if we had just met, and we were committed not to make the same mistakes we made in the past, don't you think it will work?" I started speaking hurriedly.

"Sugar, you totally lost me now."

"Anna, tell me why can't we just start over and forget all that's been. I want to try. We have to at least try. You don't throw away something like what we have. It doesn't happen every day."

"Hey, slow down! What did you just say?" Her eyes were suddenly glittering and she placed her hand over her chest.

"Chére, I've reached a wall… sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating… we either sink or swim. And now I'm ready to sink, if it comes to that." I said. She looked confused, she frowned at my words. To me, I was making perfect sense, but apparently, not so much.
"Ma amour, you know I love you, I do, I still do." She simply nodded. "And I know you love me back." She sucked in her breath at my words. Then, nodded again, blushing a little as she did so. "Also, I know why everybody, ourselves included, feel that we can't be together even though we love each other. We fucked it up too many times. I know you now see me as the man who… I can't even bring myself to say it." I continued softly.

"Fuck my adoptive mother." She offered, saying it bluntly.

I lowered my head and massaged my temples with the tip of my fingers. Why did I even consider this? Why did I think this could work? To my surprise, she reached out and held my hands in hers.

"Remy, I know. I know what you mean. It would be great if we could work it out, wouldn't it?" she asked simply, her voice calm and collected. There was no hint of accusation or sarcasm. "But do you really think that bringing me here will solve all our problems?"

"Chére, listen to me. Do you remember how you asked me, on the day that I broke up with you, if it was possible, if we could ever find another 'love of my life'? It got me puzzled then, and I never forgot that question of yours, not even for a day. And you know what? I got to the conclusion that your suspicion was right all along. There won't be another quite like you and it cripples my heart. It terrifies me the thought of living my whole life without ever feeling the way I used to feel when we were together - when we held each other's hands and were there for one another, when we shared our every thoughts and dreams, or when we were making love." She was now overtaken by the seriousness of my words. She didn't spit back angry words or naked truths. She remained silent and seemed to be slowly digesting what I'd said.

I signaled for the waiter to approach and ordered us a bottle of wine and some appetizers. When I asked if she was ready to order, she simply shook her head. She stared at me in silence and heaved a sigh. I watched her every move intently, examining her for any possible clues that would allow me to guess what she was going to say and how she felt. Her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breathing. The perve in me couldn't stop himself from staring at her ample cleavage. I could see the whole shape of them and remembered how good it felt sucking at those nipples. Now it was my turn to get overwhelmed by desire, but my agony was short-lived as she got hold of the menu which blocked almost all my vision of her lovely figure.

During dinner, she pushed the conversation to another direction and I went along with it. It seems I ran out of luck for once and for all.

"So, chére, you know, I've been seeing a therapist…"

"Really? Well, that surprises me, Cajun. You were never the sort who would talk your problems to anyone." She replied.
I felt a hint of jealousy. Of course, she's the one who used to listen to me.
"So how's it going? Do you like it?" she asked me, raising an eyebrow. I growled in response.

"Well, it's Jean. She's my therapist." I confessed.

She laughed really hard at that, making other people steal glances our way. I was glad she didn't hit the table as she usually does when she finds something really funny over meal times. Sometimes she wouldn't dose her super strength right, and the blow would startle even our mutant friends. Imagine what people would think of her less than polished ways in a fancy restaurant. When she was done laughing at me, she finally put herself together and encouraged me to continue telling her about it.

"So… I told her how I love you, but right now I'm staring at a wall. A wall I can't seem to climb."

"There's no such a thing. There's no wall Remy LeBeau can't climb." She observed.

"True, chére. But I'm not talking about a physical wall."

"I know, I'm just teasing you." She smiled deviously. She was actually having fun at my cost, I thought. I would like to wipe that smirk off her face… by kissing her. 'Oh, Remy, patience, homme.' I tried to remind myself.

"So, as I was saying, Jean said leaving a damaged relationship can sometimes be a cop out, a way to avoid taking responsibility or recognizing your own faults. And now I do, I do recognize that I was wrong, so many times I cheated on you when you couldn't touch me. I was a jerk and here I am, once again, taking the blame. I've come to terms with it, it was all my fault." She listened carefully and asked me to continue. "So, she said it was really important that I got to the root of the problem. Why did I cheat on you to start with? And we both agreed it was the consistent lack of sexual gratification from you. And it was not your fault that you couldn't give it to me, I know. But it was my fault that I had compromised to something I could not keep up with." She took it all in and sighed deeply.

"So about the deal… the deal you're proposing. How is it gonna be?" she asked me.

"What deal, chére?"

"About us, starting over…" She trailed off and blushed delicately.

"It's not a deal, mon amour. I'm asking you to be mine again, to be my girlfriend. And if we want to be together, for real, we would have to forgive, forget and move on. If we don't truly forgive each other and vomit all we did to one another every time we have a minor disagreement, it won't work. That's why I say we forgive and never ever mention any of what's been. Like we had just met, wipe away all our bad memories. Chére, what I feel for you, it's so unique and as I told you, I think this is one in a lifetime thing. It would be a pity to throw it all away because I kept holding onto the things you did to me. The ball is on your court now. Are you willing to let us die because you feel you can't forgive me? Or do you want to start over as if it were day one?"

"Sugar, mmm… I… in fact, would you excuse me for a second?" And without further notice, she stood up and left immediately while I was left there wondering if she really needed the bathroom or something or if she was running away from that talk. Should I drop it altogether? Maybe I should. I conveyed my message, now it's up to her. Just as my mind swirled all over the place with worry, a waiter approached me.

"Sir, the beautiful lady in blue…" I cleared my throat hard, showing my disapproving him taking the liberty of commenting on her looks. He corrected himself. "I mean, the lady who's accompanying you, sir, asked me to deliver this to you, sir." Ok, maybe I scared the guy. There was no need for that and I regretted it. I simply thanked him and opened the folded credit card receipt he had handed me.

It was a note from Anna, she wrote it with red lipstick and it was all smudged, obviously someone had never used lipstick to write before.

"Follow me into the men's room." I chuckled at that, she had a good teacher of mischievous tricks. It reminded me of one particular time we sneaked into the ladies' in the bar we used to go to. I had been flirting with a girl when she arrived with Logan. I got a pen and paper from the girl I was talking to, she thought I was going to give her my number, but then I went over to greet my teammates and shoved the note into Anna's jeans pocket. We had such amazing sex that night… I sighed at the thought. But now, we were on a total different page and she was apparently refusing to put me out of my misery and tell me if she wanted in or out.

When I walked into the men's room, I could feel I had an erection already at half-mast. I had no idea what she had in store for me - if she was totally playing me and had left the restaurant - and the thrill of not knowing aroused me. My mind was flooded with delicious memories of her, images of our lovemaking: her startled, helpless look after that first stolen kiss; the taste and texture when I captured her pert, insanely hard nipples in my mouth; the deep dark honey sound of her moans when she climaxed over and over; her incredible tightness as I finally made love to her for the very first time; the wanting and vulnerability in her large, green eyes as she silently pleaded with me to take her again and again.

"Chére?" I asked in a whispering voice.

I heard a knock from inside the disabled toilet cubicle. It had to be her, or I was in for experiencing the most embarrassing situation ever. I stood just outside the disabled toilet and called out for her again.

"Yes, it's me." The familiar voice responded and she giggled lightly. I joined her in the cubicle. She was leaning against the tile wall, half sitting on the grab rail those particular kind of toilets have. The slit on her dress left all her right thigh exposed. She had great legs, I thought to myself. She looked at me with such a sultry glance that she had me mesmerized at the sight of her.

I was going to ask her what that was all about, if it meant a 'Yes, I wanna be with you.' , or if it was a sweet goodbye, but she left me speechless as she suddenly leaned over and kissed me. Her lips felt so nice, soft but strong. She was a good kisser. I kissed her back. She cupped my face with her both hands, and her kisses deepened and turned rather passionate. When our lips parted for a second, I managed to voice my concern.

"Chére, is this a yes or a no? I'm confused."

"Remy, I… I'm hungry for you and I can't think properly. I… I saw all these women eating you with their eyes, I'd forgotten what it is like to be your date and have these bitches all over you. It made me… want you more. So I just had to taste you, so I could think straight again." She spoke in between deep breaths. I felt so desperately in love with this woman and there we were, in this secretive forbidden place, up to no good. Needing to again taste her sweet mouth, I wrapped her waist and pulled her close, stopping short of kissing her, our lips barely touching. The look she gave me was completely unguarded, her full lips spread slowly into a sleepy, sexy grin. Tilting her chin up, she offered me her mouth. With a deep growl I took it. I was holding the sides of her face as I kissed her with unrepressed passion. She was gasping in excited surprise, clinging to me as her own passion rose to mirror mine. She arched her body upward, grinding against my hardness. My thighs impatiently pushing hers apart. I ground out through my teeth how much I wanted her. I needed to be inside her. She whispered "yes" over and over as she reached my trousers and unzipped it in a hurry, she held my member to help guide me into her. I grabbed her up and pinned her against the wall, her legs quickly locked around my waist.

Once in, I grasped her wrists, pulling her hands up and over her head as I slammed into her. Her strong legs around me kept her from sliding down the wall. She put her mouth to my neck as she wanted to scream out in mindless pleasure. But instead, she let out her muffled scream against my skin.
I filled her so completely. I know I'm the only one who can bring her to heights she didn't think her body was capable of feeling. She told me so many times, but I didn't believe her. I thought she probably said it to everyone. Then time passed and I learned there wasn't 'everyone', there had only been me and Scott.
I, myself, I'd never known anything quite like I feel when I'm inside her. It feels as if I am caught up in an elemental force that is well beyond my control, and I love it... oh I love it! I love her!
With her head thrown back in pleasure and her long hair flowing wildly across her arched back, she reached climax and I found my release shortly after because part of my pleasure is watching her having hers. I held her body close to mine and we remained silent for a while, all I could hear was the sound of our breathing slowly turning back to normal. Somebody entered the bathroom and that forced us to keep it quiet for longer. We just looked at each other in silence and smiled. She suggested we went back inside. I was feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Was she finally going to deliver the blow and tell me it's good f*** me every once in a while but that's pretty much all she wanted from me, no strings attached. I remembered how I suffered seeing her with Scott, when she treated me like second option and my heart sank.
She went in first, and second laters I rejoined her at the table.
"So…" I said as I gently took her hands in mine. I had the biggest smile on my face. I was so happy, she had just asked me make love to her and we did it, and it was amazing. Obviously she was going to say 'yes'.
"So what?" Ok, that was not quite what I had expected. I went on and repeated what I wanted for us: forgive, forget and move on.
"Oh! That? No! Of course not! How could I forget?" she said, looking at me straight in the eyes and she spoke.
'But chére, I thought… we just made love, you seemed so passionate, so in love."
"Well, one thing doesn't have anything to do with the other."
"So you want to throw it all away? Everything we feel? Everything we are, can and could be to one another. I love you, chére. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the times I hurt you. Please, please." I couldn't help but say. I didn't want to pressure her into getting back together. But I was so shocked at her refusal that I couldn't help it. Words just left my lips before I could stop them. I had to make an extra effort not to cry in public. I could feel a knot in my throat at that point.
"Remy, can't you see? You don't understand, do you? And that's the problem, you never did. I don't want forgiveness, because I don't think I have to be forgiven, all I ever wanted was for you to understand why I did what I did. Same way you could tell what went into to you to go cheating on me while we were in a perfect, but immaculate, relationship. About Mystique, I know it was all a trap, but perhaps you could tell why the hell you have to eavesdrop on my conversation with Storm." I tried to say something, opened my mouth, but she didn't let me. "Yes, I know about that! She told me. You made such a fool out of me, sugar… And you're so arrogant to presume you're the only whom Storm loves and considers a friend."
Oh, that was f*** great. Storm told her!
"Chére, I can explain."
"Ok, so go ahead. I'm not in a hurry. What time do they close it here?" She retorted. All smart mouth that femme of mine.
"Chére, I…I just wanted to be with you again. If eliminating all the past would be the way, then I could compromise to that."
"Remy, I told you. I want you to understand. You should have understood you, even if I terribly disagreed with you, I could have understood your reasons, if you had trusted me and opened your heart to me."
"I'm no j***, chére. Of course I know why you started fooling around! I know that can't have been easy, spending your whole life without touching. It was probably all too much for you and you wanted to feel it all, to know what it was like to touching other people, people other than me. Perhaps you and Scott, I mean, you wanted me to hurt like you did, but you could have been curious how sex would go with someone else."
"Why, thank you! For God's sake! Why have you never told me any of that?"
"I had a lot of time to think about it, chére. Lots of time away from you…" I admitted.
"We will work it out, sugar. We won't forget, but we understand each other, and yes, perhaps forgive and definitely never bring it up if its only purpose is to hurt each other. Let's not waste any more time, love. What do you say?" She said in a loving tone of voice, her knuckles gently brushing along my cheek, her killing smile warming my heart.
I swept her off her seat, took her in my arms right there and then. Left a small pile of cash on the table and took my woman in my arms away.
"Chére, we can pick up some ice cream for dessert on the way home." I told her, she laughed uncontrollably.
"Whatever you say, Swamp rat! Or should I say 'my boyfriend'?
"Je suis tu homme, ma princesse. You can call me whatever you please."
"How about 'the love of my life'?"
"Whatever you please, chére. Always! From now on, it will be all for you."

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Three years later, in a dimension far, far away.

"Is this the last episode? I can't believe it! I want more of it!"

"Wasn't that adorable? I rooted for those two to be together again. I hope they make season two. This is so much better than the Longshot series."

"I actually think this Remy guy was an asshole and he could invest in his friend Storm instead. She obviously loves him, right? What's with all that meddling?"

"Now, shush, be quiet! There will be a live chat with the characters, I mean, the people, whatever, after the break. I'm so curious to find out if they are still together. Oh, I hope they are."

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Back in the X-Mansion, six of the X-Men were sitting at their conference room: Gambit, Rogue, Jean, Cyclops, Wolverine and Storm. They were getting ready for a conference call that would connect them to the Mojoverse. It was going to be broadcast live.

"Remy sugar, I cannot believe you actually pushed us into this. How in the world did I agree with it?" Rogue complained.

"Well, I think it was a great idea and that's in fact how Gambit landed himself a commanding position on that Sabretooh mission. His quick wit and ability to negotiate was what saved our asses back in the Mojoverse or would you rather be still trapped there, working as a slave for their entertainment? Having my memories stolen for them to watch didn't hurt a thing." Scott commented.

"Stop complaining, chére. You turned out to be the star of the show." He blinked at his fiancée as he said that. "They said we had the highest viewing ratings in the Mojoverse history. Now come here, my Hollywood star!" He enveloped her waist and pulled her to him. Rolling her eyes at him, she flashed a lopsided smile.

"More like a porn star. Do they get to see everything exactly as each one of us remembers the facts?" Scott remarked. Remy got him smacked in the head for that.

"Shut up, homme. Don't make things harder on me. It's already as bad as it gets."

"You silly Swamp Rat." She finally said. "I find this all very funny. I got tons of fan mail and they said they were going to make dolls of us. Can you believe it?" She laughed out loud and then showered him with little pecks on his lips. And that's when live broadcast started.

"Oh, aren't they sweet? So you are still together! That's what all our viewers were dying to know. I heard we'll hear church bells anytime soon…" Mojo's disturbing voice blasted through the loudspeakers.

"Remy, you'll have to compensate me for that in bed tonight." She said in between gritted teeth.

"I definitely will, mon amour."

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