"So, he left?" Rogue cocked her head at Kitty. "I did not see that comin'."
"He wants to go pursue surfing again… and I offered to go with him, but he didn't want me to," Kitty look at the ring she twisted on her finger. "Apparently, he decided this over drinks… with Lance."
"Are you tellin' me that Alex and Lance had some heart to heart chattin' over a few rounds?" Rogue shook her head. She wondered if her friend was losing it.
"I didn't believe it either, but Lance dropped Alex off who came stumbling drunk back here late last night," Kitty shrugged her shoulders. "Then Alex told me he was leaving, packed a bag, and went to go grab Scott to drive him to the airport."
"So what does that mean for…" Rogue nodded at Kitty's left hand.
"He told me that he wants us to think about things, and talk all the time. He said he hopes we'll still… want to get married," she yawned. Rogue could tell that Kitty hadn't gone to sleep yet.
"So what are ya gonna do now?" Rogue pulled a blanket over Kitty who leaned heavily against her pillow.
"Think, I guess," Kitty said sleepily. Rogue smiled as Kitty's eyes closed and her friend drifted off. She bit her lip as she wondered when she could confide in her. She had been wanting to for ages, but she worried Kitty had too much to deal with to handle Rogue's news.
"Sleep tight, Kitty," Rogue slipped off a glove and ran her bare hand along Kitty's forehead, gently pushing the hair out of her face. She smiled as Kitty mumbled in her sleep. Rogue never thought she would be able to touch anyone without harming them after her powers had arrived, but for several months now, she had managed to do just that.
"You're gorgeous when you smile, mon amour," Rogue jumped a little as strong arms came around her.
"Careful," Rogue whispered. "I coulda hurt ya."
"Ya seem to be in control, chéri," Gambit nodded to Kitty asleep in Rogue's bed. Rogue nodded to the window. Without a word, the two climbed out the window and snuck across the grounds. When they reached the stone wall, Gambit carefully boosted Rogue up so that she could scramble over before he climbed up after her.
"You're gettin' stronger, darlin'," Gambit dropped to the ground, dusting off his hands. "More in control."
"I think so, but I don't wanna jinx it," Rogue moved closer to him, rolling her thumb over his lips. The human contact felt so good, she couldn't get enough of it. But she still worried that at any second she'd lose control and hurt him.
"Don't be afraid," Gambit pulled her closer. "I can take it." He crushed her mouth with his, hushing any concerns she might have voiced. She felt herself give in, slipping her other glove off and letting her hands hold his face. He flitted his tongue across her lips, and she parted them, happily taking in the feeling of his tongue caressing hers. She groaned when he pulled his mouth from hers, but delighted when he began to plant kisses all over her face. Smiling as he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose; Rogue took in each and every sensation he sent through her. As he lowered his head, trailing kisses from just below her ear to shoulder, Rogue felt herself losing control. With a jolt, Gambit pulled away. Rogue's head suddenly swum with images, thoughts, and emotions. It had only been a slight pull, but it was enough for Rogue to break the embrace, stepping just out of his reach.
"It's alright, Anna," he reached for her. She saw the concern flood his eyes.
"I can't," Rogue shook her head angrily. "I lose control when I get… excited."
"Come here, ma chérie," Gambit pulled her to him and Rogue buried her face in his warm, strong chest.
"I'm sorry ya can't… we can't…" Rogue's cries were muffled by his chest.
"I don't care," Gambit whispered as he stroked her back. "Je t'aime. Je t'aime, mon doux."
"I love you, too," Rogue looked up and smiled at the strong man who had so patiently worked with her and comforted her as she struggled to control the powers that stood between them.
"I'm thinking waffles and pancakes," Pietro drummed his fingers on the table. "What? I burn a lot of fuel!"
"You'd burn less if you shut up every once in a while," Lance joked. Pietro flashed his friend a grin as he looked around the old diner. He could tell that Lance needed to get out, so he had waited until his friend had woken up and then dragged him off to breakfast. He knew that Lance liked this place, for some reason, so he thought a good breakfast and some strong coffee might at least help him shake the hangover, if not cheer him up.
"God, how can you stand this place? The service is so slow," Pietro whined.
"Everything is slow for you," Lance pointed out. "Plus, that's part of its charm."
"You like waiting while your stomach grumbles? You've got issues, man," Pietro leaned back in the booth, trying to keep his legs still under the table.
"Well, it's not so bad with the right company…" Lance trailed off, staring down at the table.
"Oh shit, bro," Pietro could kick himself he felt so bad. "This is one of you and Kitty's place's, isn't it?"
"It's fine," Lance held up a hand. "Let's just order."
"We could go," Pietro motioned towards the door, but Lance shook his head. Pietro was just about to complain about the waitress taking her sweet time when the door swung open to the diner. A tall blonde came in, with legs for days and quite a lot of curve to her figure. He was about to look away, maybe point her out to Lance, when she looked straight at them. She sauntered over to their table, stopping just behind Lance with her hands on her hips.
"Hello, Lance," she purred. "Miss me?"
"You two know each other?" Pietro looked from the leggy blonde who held a sinister smile on her lips to his friend who looked shocked and ticked off.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lance spat at her. Pietro didn't bother to excuse himself, he simply got up and tried to casually leave the diner. Once outside, he sped towards home, reminding himself how lucky he was to have Tabby and not whatever mess Lance was in.
Author's Note: I apologize if I butchered the French, Rogue's accent, or Remy's accent.