Learning to Live Again
Revised Edition
Chapter 5, "The Worst Hangover..."



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"Mon dieu…" Gambit sat up in bed and rubbed his temples. "Dis be de worst hangover I've had in forever."
"Oh really Cajun? You ain't th' one who had t' carry you n' Logan t' th' car last night." a familiar southern accent drawled from the doorway.
"Roguey?" he said questioningly.
"Course." She walked from the doorway and to his bedside, cup of coffee and a bottle of aspirin in hand. "Here ya go sugah. This should help a bit." She set both on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Whatcha want chere?" he asked before taking two aspirin and chasing them with some coffee, which he noticed was fixed just the way he loved it.
Rogue smiled. "Scott tol' me t' come keep an eye on ya fo' a bit, then get ya down t' th' Danger Room for some drills."
"Scott tol' ya to eh? So much for t'inkin ya jus' wanted t' spend some time wit dis fool Cajun." A flicker of familiar self-assuredness in those red on black eyes.
She laughed. "Sorry t' disappoint ya Remy."
He smiled. "S'ok mon amour. I'm used t' it. Well…ya not wantin' t' spend time wit me dat is."
Rogue's smile faded. "Pardon moi, Remy, but who sat with ya in th' med lab and went partying' with ya last night eh?"
A grin swept across his face. "Logan n' uh…" he pretended to be thinking hard. "Oh yeah. Dis Southern femme who was tres belle." He entwined his fingers with hers. "Not t' mention she stole de heart of de 'Prince o' T'ieves…'"
Rogue laughed again as she gently squeezed his hand. "Sugah, ya sure know how t' charm ya way inta a gal's heart. Know that Remy?"
"Mebbe it got somethin' t' do wit de fact dat I love ya eh?" That grin of his was back and he reached out to hug her.
"Remy…ya know that Ah…" she was cut short by the feel of Gambit's ungloved hand on her face.
"How…how are ya don' that Remy?" Emerald eyes sparkled with unshed tears that slowly started to find their way down her face.
"Ya remember me sayin' I'm empathic?"
A quick nod.
"Turns out I be slightly telepathic 'n got some telekinetic powers too. Least dat's what de prof. say. He taught me t' use telekinetic shieldin'. He said it should let us touch mon amour…"
Soon after he finished the explanation, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. She, of course, kissed him back, hanging on to the moment as long as she could. Their lips broke apart a few seconds later, and they both took a deep breath or two. "Mebbe we aughta get outta here 'fore we…"
It was too late. They were lost in another kiss.