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She stared pleadingly at the back, as if willing it to disappear. Or at least not turn around, not when she was in firing range. Sure, she had been mad that he hadn't appeared earlier, but now she realized what she had done. What the danger of the situation was. Slowly, cautiously, she backed out, hardly making a noise when some great clod danced on her feet for a couple of moments. Don't let Remy turn around. Don't let Remy turn around ."Don't let Remy turn around" she muttered, unawares she had actually said it aloud that time.
Remy turned around, eyes scanning the crowd lazily. He wasn't drunk, but was teetering on the edge a bit. "Who's dere?" He shouted softly, not so intoxicated so that he no longer had control of thought.
At this she spun and sprinted out the door as fast as she could, then flung herself skyward, hoping against reason he hadn't seen her. He had, of course.
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"So she is avoidin Gambit. We'll see about that." Rising to his feet, he sauntered out the door and set a course for the mansion. No more sneaking about for him, he was going to confront her face to face. What he was going to say, however, he still wasn't sure of. It was past midnight, and the road was dark and dismal. Normally this was no problem, but he was in such a foul mood himself that it would have been nice to have a little bit of moonlight to guide the way.
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She knew that he had seen her. She knew that he would turn up sooner or later at the mansion, and then there would be a huge fight and the X-Men would take sides and then disband and then the world would be thrust into chaos and…
She had to stop thinking stupid things. They'd fight, she knew that, she couldn't deny it any longer, couldn't fill it with thoughts of a true and pleasant kiss. They would probably end up as just friends, but the X-Men wouldn't disband. She reprimanded herself for thinking so arrogantly, and set to work putting away the clothes she hadn't bothered to touch in the last few weeks.
Rogue smirked sadly as she pulled out the last picture she hadn't found soon enough to smash against the wall. It was fairly good, taken by Storm on one of the team breaks at the beach. The only thing she hated about it was that she was dressed in a full wetsuit, and Remy had decided to wear normal shorts and a T-shirt instead of swimming and they had hung out on the shore… and… almost kissed again…. But not quite. Both swore never to again, it might lead to a real kiss and that would be really bad for both of them.
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He continued down the road, thrusting his hands into his pockets to keep them warm and muttering all the things he'd be saying to Logan and Rogue when he got there. He wouldn't actually follow through with it, but it was a fun way to keep busy. He had to notice how cold it was- what he wouldn't give for his power to be flight instead of being able to huck around some charged objects.
"What is Gambit supposed do wit' you Chere?" He sighed, running his hand through his ruffled hair. "Is he supposed kiss you are kill you?" Inwardly he berated himself for both thoughts. The kiss.. no, that would be forgiving her without any consequences, and she needed to know what she had done. As for the killing part… no, not after their history. 'sides, Gambit was one of the "good guys" now that he had been an X-Man.
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She sighed. Two hours later she was still holding the damn picture, even though she'd stopped looking at it about an hour ago. For some reason she couldn't bear to put it down, so she continued tidying up while it was still in her hand.
Rogue didn't know why, but it seemed as if she put her last picture down, she might lose her last chance. Flawed, depression induced logic, but it comforted her when she held it.
"Are you in their Rogue?" said Scott "I was going to see if Logan was back yet since we have a sparring match planned for tomorrow and I don't want him so exausted.."
"…And drunk" Rogue joked to let him no she was here
He chuckled "…so that he couldn't even lift a finger. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow."
Rogue sighed lightly. Not if Remy attacked her first.
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It was about three am by his calculations, and he was almost to the mansion. Damn. He had forgotten it was such a long cold walk. And he still didn't know what he was going to say to her.
Coward, he snarled at himself. Coward. She won't hurt you. You just have to make sure you don't hurt her.
Fuck going to see confront her anyways. Turning around, he tried to convince himself it would be best if he just started wandering around again, that coming back here was a stupid idea.
Yet suddenly hearing a radio song drift from a passing car, he smiled and resumed his course for the mansion.
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And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'Cause I know that you feel the same now. You're the closest to heaven that I've ever been and I don't want to go home right now.
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Rogue grinned at the song on the radio. An older song, if memory served correctly, but one she had become addicted to during the long period of time when she went into a horrible depression about her powers.
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Finally. In through the gate. Her window. Now what?
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Dear god, there he is, right outside my window. What the hell am I supposed to do?