A/N: Thanks for sticking with me; I really appreciate it and all the great reviews I got from you. Keep 'em coming.
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Our bodies intertwine
Like the sands of time
And like I always knew
The steps come from somewhere
And I find myself dancing with you
~Anita M. Parker
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"Well chere, ya gonna stand there all night grinin' like a fool or are ya gonna get dressed." Gambit asked Rogue who stood in front of him in the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'll do that now." And with that she turned and left. "See ya in 30."
Gambit followed her with his eyes until she was out of site and then went to the foyer to wait for her. To his surprise she was ready in 20 minutes. He looked up from the newspaper in his hand and was stunned. She was wearing a long black dress that reached to her ankles with sleeves that went to her wrists with a v-neck. It hung to her every curve, showing off her voluptuous hourglass figure. He noticed she had worn a pair of thin silk gloves that matched her dress. Her hair was loose from it's ponytail and was curling around her face.
Without saying a word he stood up and took her hand in his. "You look…tres bien." Like heaven itself. "Thank ya. Ya don't look so bad yaself." He was wearing the same thing she had seen him earlier. A navy blue Armani suit. A smile appeared on her lips as she realized that he was sure that she would say yes to his invite.
He led her out to the garage and opened the passenger door to the silver mustang that he knew she loved. Once they we both inside he started the engine and left through the gates.
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After speeding and weaving like a mad man through traffic Remy finally pulled in to dark parking lot in front of a three-story building with neon lights reading La Belle. Outside the front door was about one hundred people waiting in line to get in. La Belle was a fancy combination of a restaurant and a dance club. Only the important got in.
"Remy, how are we gonna get in?" She asked as he took her arm in his and led them to front of the line. "Don't worry chere, Remy get us in." As the bouncer turned to address them, comments and shouts of displeasure were heard at the "cutters".
Remy handed the bouncer a piece of paper and said one word "Lebeau". The bouncer looked up and took Gambit's hand and shook it. "My name is Joe, go right on in sir if you need anything feel free to ask me. Enjoy yourselves." Remy led Rogue in and led her passed the mass of gyrating bodies to the stairs. Rogue was astonished. She never thought that Remy would have any connections. She knew it was folly on her part. It was obvious to anyone that a man like Gambit would have some connections. She realized that they were now on a balcony that wrapped around the second floor and looked down to the bodies below. It wasn't as loud here but the moving lights from underneath penetrated every inch. Halfway around they reached a door. Remy opened it for her and then closed it.
He took her hand and resumed walking. They turned around a corner and up the flight of stairs at the end of the hall. When they reached the top they were surprised at the mix of culture. There was a bar at one end of the room and a stage at the other. Round dinner tables were places around a circle dance floor elevated 3 feet from the floor. There were in all about 70 people. Some eating, some dancing. But it wasn't the mindless grinding of bodies below. The dancers were in couples. Yes, they were dancing in some erotic ways similar to downstairs but it was as if it had some class. Most of the people had on fancy clothes that could pass for black tie apparel.
"Wow, this is … amazing. How did ya get us in here Remy?"
"Ya could say a friend of a friend. Lets find us a table chere."
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"So once my father found out I was grounded for three months. I haven't rolled a house since then." Rogue said over the blasting music.
"See, da ting is not to get caught chere. Mebbe when we're done we'll roll someone's house 'eh. Just for fun. Remy will show you how to get away wit out bein' caught." As Remy finished his sentence the current song ended. The bartenders voice could be heard as he introduced the song. "This is for all you lovers out there. I want to see you all on the dance floor. The best couple gets $1000!"
Looking up Rogue caught Remy's eyes with her own. She knew that look. "Come on Remy. I can't dance."
"Yes ya can, come on, chere what's to worry about?" Remy stood up and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her flush against him. He backed up slowly until he reached the dance floor, bringing her with him.
"We're awfully close to an awful lot of people." Rogue said pleadingly.
"So chere, Remy protect you. Skin or no, nobody's going to touch you, I won't let dem."
Once the music started Remy started guiding their bodies. Slowly Rogue picked up the pace and began to match her rhythm to his. Soon she had gotten adjusted to the fast past meringue beat. She moved her feet to the pounding of the drums and waved her arms and hands above her head. With a turn of her body, Remy was to her back with his hands on her hips, helping her in her movements. He moved his face close to ear and whispered, 'Dats it chere, give into da music." And that's what she did. With every hammer of the music she swung her hips and moved her feet. Remy twirled her around to face him. He advanced on her and she backed up and then the opposite. Each making a movement and then repeating it in reverse order. All to soon the song was over. To punctuate the last beat Remy pulled her to him again and leaned her over in a traditional dip. Gradually the stood up straight staring into each other's eye and listening to their pounding hearts.
They were awoken out of their revere by clapping. They disengaged themselves from one another and looked around them at the crowd. Sometime during their dance the crowd had stopped their own dancing and circled them.
"Looks like we have a winner!" shouted the bartender as he came out and handed Rogue a slip of paper that told them to come back on Monday afternoon to collect the money during office hours.
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Walking hand in hand out of the club, Remy and Rogue made their way to the car. Being a gentleman and all he opened Rogue's door for her. After closing the door he walked around got in the car himself.
"Ah had a great time."
"Well, da night ain't over yet chere. We still got some business to take care of."
"What would that be?"
"Wait and see." With that he started the engine and pulled out into traffic. Remy decided to take the scenic route through the country so he and Rogue could talk.
Caught up in the conversation Remy lost his concentration and swerved off the road. As the car rammed into a tree he heard Rogue's scream as she was thrown from her seat through the wind shield. After unbuckling his seat beat he got out of the car and ran to Rogue. She was half on the front of the car, her lower body hanging from the car. Her hair was plastered to her head from the blood.
"Rogue! Rogue chere, can ya hear me?" Mon dieu, can't move her, what to do. Call Jean. Jean. Jean. JEAN!!!!!!
~Remy? What is it? What's wrong?~
~We been in a wreck Jean, Rogue is hurt bad. Get here now.~
~We're on our way. We'll be there in 15 minutes.~
Dats not enough time. Dieu, what Am I gonna do.
"I can help her. Yes Remy, it's me."
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