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Chapter One

Rogue lay on her stomach, her arms crossed in front of her and her head resting on her wrists. She hummed in satisfaction as a pair of deliciously warm hands rubbed hot oil into the muscles of her back, his magic fingers moulding into all the sore parts of her body and washing away any tension that had managed to hold on.

Not that there was much, after the evening's exploits

"Feel good, chere?" He asked softly, his voice deep like dark chocolate enveloped her and she sighed again.

"Yah ain't got no idea" she sighed; her eyes remained closed as his fingers dug just a little deeper into her backp class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-

"I got some" his mouth was next to her ear, sending goose bumps cascading down her neck. She shivered and hoped he didn't notice.

Then his hands moved, slowly his fingers counted her ribcage and slipped beneath her body until he was massaging hot oil into her nipples.

She was sure her entire body was covered in goose bumps.

"Ain't never known a girl so responsive" he teased, biting her earlobe as she moaned deep from her belly.

She didn't tell him why she was responsive to his touches; she didn't want him to know. She merely turned over, tired of his teasing, to meet his hypnotic red on black stare.

"Yah not tired?" She asked, though she knew that was a pointless question. They had been in each other's company for a mere 48 hours, and only 20 minutes of that time had been spent with clothes on

"Never f'r yo', chere" he said softly, then he kissed her. It was deep and she felt it right down in the pit of her stomach, like she'd downed a shot of whiskey. Appropriate, as he made her feel just as drunk.

Slowly, teasingly, his had moved from her nipple and traced the skin down towards her belly button. Moving closer to the pool of heat gathering between her thighs.

"Rogue woke with a start.

The room was dark and the book she had been reading had fallen onto her lap, the lamp to her left was still on and the cup of coffee she had made earlier had grown cold.

She felt a pair of ice blue eyes watching her.

"You were dreaming of him again" a voice accused.

She shut the book with a snap and sighed, placing it on the table next to her now stale coffee.

"Ain't I told yah not tah snoop in mah head?" She complained irritably, not having enjoyed the sensation of being woken by a pair of eyes watching her. Especially as they were not the eyes she wanted to be watching her.

"Well darling, you don't make it easy when your thoughts are better than porn" Emma Frost smiled her sharp smile, her shocking blue eyes cutting across Rogue's face.

The girl couldn't help but laugh, letting out the tension she had been holding in for so long. Of course she shouldn't blame Emma for snooping in her thoughts. Although a lot of the time the telepath couldn't help it, Rogue was sure that sometimes she went looking. But her dream tonight had possibly been quite loud.

"What time is it?" She asked, stretching her arms over her head and listening to her joints creak and pop.

"Almost 5 am" Emma replied as she stood, she was wearing a floor length white satin nightgown that was perfect and unwrinkled. There wasn't a blonde hair out of place on her flawless head and her skin was alabaster smooth. Rogue would envy her if she hadn't learned long ago that there was little point.

Rogue stood too, her shoulders aching much more than they had in that dream she had been enjoying just five minutes earlier. Falling asleep in the chair had been a bad idea, but in her defence, she hadn't planned on it. She had been studying so much recently she'd had little chance to get any sleep, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd slept in her own bed.

"Coffee then" Rogue said, making her way out of the lounge and down towards the kitchen.

"Don't you think it means something" Emma asked as she followed Rogue silently down the corridor, "That you dream of him so often."

It wasn't the first time she had asked, and Rogue doubted it would be the last.

"I know exactly what it means, Emma" Rogue sighed in response, entering the kitchen and heading straight for where the coffee was stored. "That I'm twenty-five and the only sex I've ever had was contained in that small two-day window."

"I've already told you which vibrator to buy" Emma pointed out, sliding herself onto a stool at the bar.

"Vibrators don't rub oil into your back" Rogue pointed out as she placed a fresh filter at the top of the pot.

"More's the pity" Emma sighed, placing her chin in her hand and rolling her eyes.

"Still no luck with Scott?" Rogue asked as she turned and placed the pot into the machine, only copious amounts of coffee would get her through this day. /

"I might as well be a potted plant the attention he pays me" Emma signed, drawing nonsense patterns into the table with her fingertips. "If I wasn't a telepath, I'd have no idea he was the least bit interested."

"He is a man" Rogue pointed out as she pulled two mugs from the cupboard above her head. "You'd have some idea."

"Perhaps I should just wait for him in his room one day" Emma mused, a wicked smile lighting her face. "I have a pair of stockings I'm sure he'd just die for."

Rogue laughed, "Scott is so precious an' innocent, he'd run a mile in the opposite direction the moment he saw you in stockings.

"I have a pair of restraints I think could hold him."

Rogue laughed again, shaking her head and pouring hot, black liquid into the white ceramic mugs. "You're terrible, you and Gambit would make quite a pair.

"Speaking of your man" Emma mused, accepting her mug with grace and adding the smallest amount of milk. "What are you going to do?"

Rogue wasn't quite so gracious as she added half a pound of cream and three sugars to hers, "What is there to do?" she shrugged.

"Come now, Rogue" Emma said, "You find potentially the only man on the entire planet that you can touch, and you run away from him after just two days?"

"That isn't how things work with him" Rogue countered, taking a sip of her coffee and practically purring. "He made it very clear that he was a man just for the night."

"No man spends two days with a woman if he only wants her for the night" Emma protested.

"We didn't put on clothes once Emma, I think it was pretty clear what he wanted" Rogue held her hand up as she went to speak again, "This conversation is pointless, it's not like I even know his name, let alone where to find him."

"How many Gambit's can there be?"

"Quite a lot, I would have thought" a deep voice came from the hallway, and they both turned to see a pair of brown eyes and a trail of smoke watching them.

"Didn't you know it's rude to eavesdrop, Wolverine" Emma chastised, not looking the least bit sheepish.

"I'd be surprised if someone hadn't told you that once or twice" Logan said gruffly stepping into the room, he had a cigar between his lips and was wearing his staple flannel shirt.

"Whatcha doin' up so early?" Rogue asked, taking another drink of coffee and contemplating if her stomach could take food so early in the morning.

"Lot of restless people around this morning" Logan said, "I couldn't sleep."

"Yes" Emma smiled, eyeing Rogue from the side. "A lot of vivid dreams tonight."

Rogue coughed, choking on her coffee. "I should probably go and shower" she said, standing and abandoning her coffee cup. "Kids will be waking soon."

With that she stood and left the kitchen, leaving all thoughts of Gambit behind her.