The One I'm Dreaming Of
Chapter Three:
Hold Me Now
By Lady Armandina
Disclaimer: Rogue, Gambit, and the other X-men characters belong to Marvel. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: I realize that this is set quite a few years ago (Joseph is long gone in the comic book). However, this is something I wrote quite a few years ago as well. I am 22 now and wrote this when I was 16, when all that Joseph stuff was going on. So, anyway, I'm rambling. Just wanted to let you all know that. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I love feedback!
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"Ah'm so STUPID! It was mah perfect chance and ah blew it! Who am ah kiddin' anyway? The boy probably hates me!"
Rogue was talking to her stuffed animal, unaware of the eyes that lovingly watched her from behind as she laid on her stomach, sprawled across her unmade bed. The flimsy stuffed cow that she twiddled around with of course gave no response to this sudden outbreak of emotion, but through the shiny plastic orbs of that little cow's eyes, she swore she could see the reflection of someone standing behind her in the doorway to her room.
A gasp of breath, but not even a mere flinch as she looked up, but not behind her, the fearful and anxious sparkle in her jade eyes obvious to him even though he could not see them.
"Remy.?"
She could hear him breathing, sensed his quickened pulse as she spoke his name. Yes.please.
"It be me."
Slowly, she rolled over onto her back, leaning back onto her elbows so that he could be seen. And there he was. Remy Lebeau leaned casually against the side of her doorway, looking gorgeous as ever in the old jeans and tattered black T-shirt. His thick biceps visible, strong hands, and seemingly sculpted physique was no less than tempting, and it took every ounce of her will power not to run into those arms and rip him down onto the silk sheets of her bed. God, how she loved him and oh, how she wanted him. But it would hardly be appropriate, considering the circumstances.
"G-Gambit. Hi."
"Hey, chere. How you been, girl?"
Gambit couldn't take his eyes off her. It'd been so long, too long, and she was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Not even the crumpled picture in the back pocket of his jeans could capture the exact shade of her beautiful emerald eyes, or the innocently seductive way her auburn hair curled into tiny tendrils around her lovely face. She looked like a goddess lying there, so inquisitive to him, the oversized flannel shirt she wore falling sexily over one shoulder, barely revealing the strap of a black lacy bra. He wondered if she even realized.
"Ah'm great. How've you been?"
She sat up now and walked closer toward him, maybe too close, for she could detect the sweet scent of the cologne he was wearing.
"I've been better, but I can't really complain 'bout it."
"Oh. Ah'm sorry to hear that."
Silence fell between them as his red-on-black eyes locked to hers. Neither knew what to say or do, yet each knew exactly what they hoped for. No words were spoken, yet their eyes seemed to reveal something to each other. What exactly that particular 'something' was, that varied. Rogue felt a sense of fear looking at Remy, yet Remy could see nothing but pain when looking into her eyes. Neither knew what to make of it.
"Roguey, I-" he paused, thinking for a moment of what he should say, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"Yes?"
"I wanted to, um, thank you. For helping clean up my room an' all."
"Oh, uh, yeah. It was no problem. Hey, how did you know I--?"
"The orchids." He responded, referring to the flowers that Rogue had put in a vase for him on his dresser stand. "They always were your favorite, eh?"
Rogue smiled nervously, looking down. "Oh, yes. Of course."
"Well, I-I was thinking. Maybe you and I could, I don't know, talk sometime? Catch up on old times."
Rogue looked back up at him and stared directly into his dark eyes. "Yes, Remy. Ah would like that. Ah would like that very much."
"Well, good. Great. I, uh, I guess I'll see you around, den."
"Yeah. Ah guess so."
Remy turned to leave her room, slowly forcing his eyes away from hers. But as he turned, she quickly grabbed his thick arm, pulling him back. A quick hint of his cologne wafted in the air, knocking her senses backward four years. She closed her eyes. "Wait."
Remy looked at her, his longing to hold her stronger than ever. He had missed her so much. Why couldn't he just tell her that? Why hadn't he done so already?
"Yeah, chere?"
"I." she stammered, looking up at him. "Remy, I."
Rogue was speechless, floored, and could hardly feel herself breathing. All that existed for her were the eyes that so lovingly gazed into her own and the warm arm which she still held. She didn't know what she wanted to say, only knowing how she felt, which could not be put into words. She inwardly cursed herself for not being able to tell him, yet it was not necessary.
"Roguey." he began. "I know. I love you too."
Before he could regret or question what he had just done, Remy Lebeau slipped out of her room, leaving Rogue stunned and longing for him. Why had he just done that? How could he say something like that and then just leave her standing there? She didn't understand it and suddenly wished that she had stopped him again. But what would that have accomplished other than more awkwardness?
She sighed in utter frustration, throwing herself back down onto her bed and grabbing a pillow. Hugging the pillow, she stared pensively out her bedroom window, wondering when it was she would have some answers, too afraid to go claim them right now. Oh, what she would do just to have him hold her right now.
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Remy rushed back into his own bedroom, shutting the door swiftly behind him and walking over to the vase of bright violet orchids that sat on his dresser. He noticed that one of them was a bit more purple than the others, stood out just a bit more vividly. He picked this one out of the vase and stared at it, twisting it around in his fingers.
"Oh, Roguey." he thought aloud. "What am I gonna do?"
He knew he should have told her how he felt, right then and there, but all he could get out were those three words, such important words. As meaningful as it was, he was afraid it was the wrong thing to say altogether, that perhaps he should have waited until he could talk to her one-on-one, after thinking everything over first.
"Heh, Remy, you really think dat thinking things over will give you a clue as to what you're gonna say to her?" he laughed to himself. "Ain't nothin' gonna solve this riddle."
And now he was in a really complex situation. Now, the next time he saw her, he would have some serious explaining to do. That is, unless he simply avoided her.as if that were possible! Even if he tried, he knew that Rogue would find a way of tracking him down. It seemed that woman always had radar for him or something.
"Remy Lebeau," he said to himself. "What have you gotten yourself into?"
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By Lady Armandina
Disclaimer: Rogue, Gambit, and the other X-men characters belong to Marvel. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: I realize that this is set quite a few years ago (Joseph is long gone in the comic book). However, this is something I wrote quite a few years ago as well. I am 22 now and wrote this when I was 16, when all that Joseph stuff was going on. So, anyway, I'm rambling. Just wanted to let you all know that. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I love feedback!
~*~*~*~*~
"Ah'm so STUPID! It was mah perfect chance and ah blew it! Who am ah kiddin' anyway? The boy probably hates me!"
Rogue was talking to her stuffed animal, unaware of the eyes that lovingly watched her from behind as she laid on her stomach, sprawled across her unmade bed. The flimsy stuffed cow that she twiddled around with of course gave no response to this sudden outbreak of emotion, but through the shiny plastic orbs of that little cow's eyes, she swore she could see the reflection of someone standing behind her in the doorway to her room.
A gasp of breath, but not even a mere flinch as she looked up, but not behind her, the fearful and anxious sparkle in her jade eyes obvious to him even though he could not see them.
"Remy.?"
She could hear him breathing, sensed his quickened pulse as she spoke his name. Yes.please.
"It be me."
Slowly, she rolled over onto her back, leaning back onto her elbows so that he could be seen. And there he was. Remy Lebeau leaned casually against the side of her doorway, looking gorgeous as ever in the old jeans and tattered black T-shirt. His thick biceps visible, strong hands, and seemingly sculpted physique was no less than tempting, and it took every ounce of her will power not to run into those arms and rip him down onto the silk sheets of her bed. God, how she loved him and oh, how she wanted him. But it would hardly be appropriate, considering the circumstances.
"G-Gambit. Hi."
"Hey, chere. How you been, girl?"
Gambit couldn't take his eyes off her. It'd been so long, too long, and she was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Not even the crumpled picture in the back pocket of his jeans could capture the exact shade of her beautiful emerald eyes, or the innocently seductive way her auburn hair curled into tiny tendrils around her lovely face. She looked like a goddess lying there, so inquisitive to him, the oversized flannel shirt she wore falling sexily over one shoulder, barely revealing the strap of a black lacy bra. He wondered if she even realized.
"Ah'm great. How've you been?"
She sat up now and walked closer toward him, maybe too close, for she could detect the sweet scent of the cologne he was wearing.
"I've been better, but I can't really complain 'bout it."
"Oh. Ah'm sorry to hear that."
Silence fell between them as his red-on-black eyes locked to hers. Neither knew what to say or do, yet each knew exactly what they hoped for. No words were spoken, yet their eyes seemed to reveal something to each other. What exactly that particular 'something' was, that varied. Rogue felt a sense of fear looking at Remy, yet Remy could see nothing but pain when looking into her eyes. Neither knew what to make of it.
"Roguey, I-" he paused, thinking for a moment of what he should say, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"Yes?"
"I wanted to, um, thank you. For helping clean up my room an' all."
"Oh, uh, yeah. It was no problem. Hey, how did you know I--?"
"The orchids." He responded, referring to the flowers that Rogue had put in a vase for him on his dresser stand. "They always were your favorite, eh?"
Rogue smiled nervously, looking down. "Oh, yes. Of course."
"Well, I-I was thinking. Maybe you and I could, I don't know, talk sometime? Catch up on old times."
Rogue looked back up at him and stared directly into his dark eyes. "Yes, Remy. Ah would like that. Ah would like that very much."
"Well, good. Great. I, uh, I guess I'll see you around, den."
"Yeah. Ah guess so."
Remy turned to leave her room, slowly forcing his eyes away from hers. But as he turned, she quickly grabbed his thick arm, pulling him back. A quick hint of his cologne wafted in the air, knocking her senses backward four years. She closed her eyes. "Wait."
Remy looked at her, his longing to hold her stronger than ever. He had missed her so much. Why couldn't he just tell her that? Why hadn't he done so already?
"Yeah, chere?"
"I." she stammered, looking up at him. "Remy, I."
Rogue was speechless, floored, and could hardly feel herself breathing. All that existed for her were the eyes that so lovingly gazed into her own and the warm arm which she still held. She didn't know what she wanted to say, only knowing how she felt, which could not be put into words. She inwardly cursed herself for not being able to tell him, yet it was not necessary.
"Roguey." he began. "I know. I love you too."
Before he could regret or question what he had just done, Remy Lebeau slipped out of her room, leaving Rogue stunned and longing for him. Why had he just done that? How could he say something like that and then just leave her standing there? She didn't understand it and suddenly wished that she had stopped him again. But what would that have accomplished other than more awkwardness?
She sighed in utter frustration, throwing herself back down onto her bed and grabbing a pillow. Hugging the pillow, she stared pensively out her bedroom window, wondering when it was she would have some answers, too afraid to go claim them right now. Oh, what she would do just to have him hold her right now.
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Remy rushed back into his own bedroom, shutting the door swiftly behind him and walking over to the vase of bright violet orchids that sat on his dresser. He noticed that one of them was a bit more purple than the others, stood out just a bit more vividly. He picked this one out of the vase and stared at it, twisting it around in his fingers.
"Oh, Roguey." he thought aloud. "What am I gonna do?"
He knew he should have told her how he felt, right then and there, but all he could get out were those three words, such important words. As meaningful as it was, he was afraid it was the wrong thing to say altogether, that perhaps he should have waited until he could talk to her one-on-one, after thinking everything over first.
"Heh, Remy, you really think dat thinking things over will give you a clue as to what you're gonna say to her?" he laughed to himself. "Ain't nothin' gonna solve this riddle."
And now he was in a really complex situation. Now, the next time he saw her, he would have some serious explaining to do. That is, unless he simply avoided her.as if that were possible! Even if he tried, he knew that Rogue would find a way of tracking him down. It seemed that woman always had radar for him or something.
"Remy Lebeau," he said to himself. "What have you gotten yourself into?"
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