What if Rogue and Gambit got married?
Chapter One: Good Mornin' Sugah!
By Lady Armandina
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men. Marvel does. And God Bless them for creating them!
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6:15. The alarm was going off.again! It only was the third time in the past 15 minutes. Remy moaned in unhappiness, slamming his hand against the snooze button once again and rolling over, hiding his head underneath the pink satin pillows of Rogue's bed. Just as sleep began to drift over him again, he heard her voice.
"Remy Lebeau!" she squealed. "Get yer lazy little Cajun butt outta bed b'fore ah drag ya out!"
"Oh, Roguey," he complained. "C'mon, just five more minutes?"
He looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes, silently begging her. She stood above him, a blue towel wrapped around her head, a threatening look upon her face. She wore only a big fluffy pink robe and little gray bunny slippers, and her hands were angrily placed on her hips. Remy noticed that her nails had been painted a shimmery rose color.
"Uh-uh. You got yerself four and a half hours to get ready, boy! Ya already slept in 15 minutes!"
"Get ready for what, chere?"
"For our wedding, Remy!" she said, insulted. "How could you forget? It's December 20th, darlin'! The day we are to be married!"
He quickly jumped up from the bed.
"Mon Dieu! December 20th, already? But yesterday, it was just-"
"December 19th! Y'know, the day BEFORE December 20th! Now, c'mon! Ya gotta get outta here cuz Jean an' Stormy'll be here real soon an' YOU can't be here to see mah wedding dress! It's bad luck!"
"Oh, c'mon chere," he replied, quickly throwing on a pair of sinfully tight jeans over his black silk boxer shorts. "Cut ol' Remy a lil' slack here, eh? I was just so caught up sleeping cuz I was dreaming about you, hon!"
"Sure ya were," Rogue smiled as she stared down at Remy. He was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on a pair of unmatched socks, one red, one blue. "Ah swear, boy. If yer head wasn't screwed on right, you'd lose that too!"
"Nah, I wouldn't!" he remarked, standing up. "Dat's what I got my Roguey here for, right? To keep me on my feet!"
She laughed. The truth was, she'd be lost without him, too. He looked so adorable with his messy hair all falling in his handsome face, the wrinkled jeans and mismatched socks. She looked down at him lovingly as he searched through a pile of laundry on the floor.
"Now, where on earth is my flannel shirt?"
"You're standing on it."
"Oh, yeah! See, what would I do wit'out you, girl?"
"You'd be sleepin' in and losin' yer clothes!"
"Nah! I'd be worse off dan dat, chere! Gambit, he be nuthin' wit'out you, darlin'!"
He stood up and slipped on a read flannel shirt, leaving it open. Rogue smiled at him and he pulled her close, planting little kisses all over her face. The two love-birds giggled.
"Ah can't wait to be your wife!" Rogue said.
"Oh yeah, chere? I can't wait til de honeymoon! We'll be getting' to see just how well you can control those powers now, won't we?"
"We sure will!" teased Rogue, "but really, darlin', ya gotta get goin'! Ah have to get ready!"
"All right, all right! I'm goin'! Hey, I love you, okay?"
"I love you too, shugah." She kissed him gently on the lips as he scurried out the door.
'It's going to be a long day.' Rogue thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men. Marvel does. And God Bless them for creating them!
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6:15. The alarm was going off.again! It only was the third time in the past 15 minutes. Remy moaned in unhappiness, slamming his hand against the snooze button once again and rolling over, hiding his head underneath the pink satin pillows of Rogue's bed. Just as sleep began to drift over him again, he heard her voice.
"Remy Lebeau!" she squealed. "Get yer lazy little Cajun butt outta bed b'fore ah drag ya out!"
"Oh, Roguey," he complained. "C'mon, just five more minutes?"
He looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes, silently begging her. She stood above him, a blue towel wrapped around her head, a threatening look upon her face. She wore only a big fluffy pink robe and little gray bunny slippers, and her hands were angrily placed on her hips. Remy noticed that her nails had been painted a shimmery rose color.
"Uh-uh. You got yerself four and a half hours to get ready, boy! Ya already slept in 15 minutes!"
"Get ready for what, chere?"
"For our wedding, Remy!" she said, insulted. "How could you forget? It's December 20th, darlin'! The day we are to be married!"
He quickly jumped up from the bed.
"Mon Dieu! December 20th, already? But yesterday, it was just-"
"December 19th! Y'know, the day BEFORE December 20th! Now, c'mon! Ya gotta get outta here cuz Jean an' Stormy'll be here real soon an' YOU can't be here to see mah wedding dress! It's bad luck!"
"Oh, c'mon chere," he replied, quickly throwing on a pair of sinfully tight jeans over his black silk boxer shorts. "Cut ol' Remy a lil' slack here, eh? I was just so caught up sleeping cuz I was dreaming about you, hon!"
"Sure ya were," Rogue smiled as she stared down at Remy. He was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on a pair of unmatched socks, one red, one blue. "Ah swear, boy. If yer head wasn't screwed on right, you'd lose that too!"
"Nah, I wouldn't!" he remarked, standing up. "Dat's what I got my Roguey here for, right? To keep me on my feet!"
She laughed. The truth was, she'd be lost without him, too. He looked so adorable with his messy hair all falling in his handsome face, the wrinkled jeans and mismatched socks. She looked down at him lovingly as he searched through a pile of laundry on the floor.
"Now, where on earth is my flannel shirt?"
"You're standing on it."
"Oh, yeah! See, what would I do wit'out you, girl?"
"You'd be sleepin' in and losin' yer clothes!"
"Nah! I'd be worse off dan dat, chere! Gambit, he be nuthin' wit'out you, darlin'!"
He stood up and slipped on a read flannel shirt, leaving it open. Rogue smiled at him and he pulled her close, planting little kisses all over her face. The two love-birds giggled.
"Ah can't wait to be your wife!" Rogue said.
"Oh yeah, chere? I can't wait til de honeymoon! We'll be getting' to see just how well you can control those powers now, won't we?"
"We sure will!" teased Rogue, "but really, darlin', ya gotta get goin'! Ah have to get ready!"
"All right, all right! I'm goin'! Hey, I love you, okay?"
"I love you too, shugah." She kissed him gently on the lips as he scurried out the door.
'It's going to be a long day.' Rogue thought.