Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own the X-Men.

Author's note (Once again, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!): Raise the roofs ladies and germs! BLADES IS BACK!! Woo hoo! I'm SO SORRY that I took so long to write more, but personally, I don't really think much of this story. I've kind of lost my interest in this couple because I haven't read a good Rogue/Remy story in a long time and my attention has turned to another couple. It's really hard to write this story since I don't like it very much, so the rest of the fanfic is probably going to be very corny and poorly written.

Anyway, that said, a couple of people say that I haven't been getting Gambit's personality right. After carefully rereading the pervious chapter, I realized, "Wow! They're right!" Truthfully, when I first wrote that chapter (which was what, a year ago?) I really didn't know Gambit's character very well, because I had just started collecting the comics and Gambit wasn't in any of them, so I just went what felt right. Which was actually wrong. And I probably still haven't got his personality right, so just bear with me, mes amis. OK, you probably stopped reading this a long time ago, so I'll just quietly disappear into the background…

Gambit climbed down from the roof and headed inside to find Rogue, thinking hard about the decision he just made. How was he going to ask her? Was he going to take her out? Ask her here at the mansion? Was it going to be during the day? During the night? A picnic? A dinner? Throw a party if she says yes? Just tell the X-Men then start planning? All those questions buzzed around in Remy's mind. But one question suddenly stuck out from the rest of them.

What happens if she says no?

That question nearly made him stop in his tracks in horror. No, that's not possible. She wouldn't say no. Would she? She loves him. Right? But a little voice in the back of his head said, "'S possible, homme."

Remy shook his head, trying to rid all thoughts of doubt and worry from his mind. First things first: ask Rogue out on a date and take it one step at a time.

He reached the room that he and Rogue shared. The door was slightly ajar, and he could hear the rustle of bags as she unpacked her purchases from her shopping. Truthfully, it took a little bit of time before he and Rogue decided to move their rooms together. Rogue was still slightly apprehensive about her new ability to control her powers, and Remy, well, he was never one to stick around with the same woman. But in the end, after about a week or two after the big decision, moving together seemed like the right thing to do after all.

Remy took a deep breath and pushed the door open the rest of the way, smiling his trademark smile. Rogue was pulling different articles of clothing out of Macy's and Nordstrom bags, lying them out on their bed. She heard the door swing open, looked up and grinned as her Cajun prince entered the room.

"Hey, sugah," she said, smiling that smile that set him at ease, momentarily forgetting all his worries.

"Hey, chere," he walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, before looking down into the bags. "So, what did y'get?"

"Uh, nuthin' much, Remy, just a coupla o' shirts n' stuff…" she reached out to grab the bags, but Remy knocked her hand out of the way.

"Jus' a sec, chere, let Gambit see what y'got," he quickly snatched up the Macy's before Rogue could reply, and looked inside. "Now, lessee…" he reached into the bag and pulled out a turtleneck sweater, a long sleeved shirt, and finally, a pair of elbow length gloves. Remy frowned.

"Rogue, we've been t'rough dis," he said disapprovingly, placing the items on the bed. "I t'ought you didn' need dis kinda stuff no more."

Rogue sighed dejectedly and nodded her head. "Ah know, sugah, but it's just…" she shrugged. "Ah dunno, it's an ol' habit. Hard ta break."

Remy could tell by her voice that she didn't really believe her own words. "Non, it's not, chere. Dere's a different reason why you be buyin' dis stuff, isn' dere?"

Rogue bit her lip, a worried expression coming across her face. She rubbed her arm awkwardly and looked away from Remy's gaze.

"Chere, is dere somet'ing you ain't tellin' me?" Remy asked quietly.

Rogue sighed again and rubbed her eyes. "Ah'm just scared, Remy."

Remy's eyebrows raised a little in surprise. The mighty and fearless Rogue, scared? "Scared o' what, Rogue?" he questioned, incredulous.

She shrugged, looking like she was at a loss for words. "That, Ah dunno…Ah might hurt ya one day. That Ah might lose control o' mah powers again and touch ya without knowin'…"

Remy stared at her in disbelief. "Why you be t'inkin' like dat, chere? You tol' me dat de Prof said you have complete control over y'powers an' you ain't never gonna lose it. Dat's true, right?"

Rogue looked at him for a long moment, then finally nodded her head. "Yeah, sugah," she answered. "Yeah, that's true."

Remy spread his hands wide in confusion. "Den what's de problem?" he demanded.

"Ah don't know!" Rogue cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "All's Ah know is, is that when we're together, bad stuff happens!"

"Chere, 'bad stuff' hasn' happened t'us fo' a while! You gotta relax! You gotta stop bein' so damn paranoid!" Remy snapped at her, before Rogue let out a huff of frustration and buried her face in her hands. Remy flinched at her reaction, immediately feeling guilty for his outburst. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her gently against his chest.

"I'm sorry, chere, but I hate seeing ya like dis," Remy said as Rogue slipped her arms around his body, returning the embrace, resting the side of her face against his torso. "When you get upset, I get upset." He kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. "I don' want ya t' worry so much, k, chere? And if 'bad stuff' does happen, we'll work it out. I promise you dat."

Rogue nodded against him, and Remy took her face in his hand, turning her head up to look at him. He leaned down and dropped a soft kiss to her lips, before smiling wickedly at her.

"An' besides," he began, his voice a sultry whisper, "if you're still nervous about exposin' your skin, chere, den I guess you an' I need t' spend a lil' more time…outta our clothes." His hand traveled slowly down the side of her waist, toward a place he had been getting to know quite well the past few weeks.

"Remy!" she snapped, knocking his hand away. She glared at him, but Remy just flashed her his characteristic grin, and Rogue couldn't help but grin back.

She leaned up and kissed him, murmuring softly against his lips, "Swamp rat."

"River rat," he muttered back. Rogue pulled away then, smiling softly, turning her attention back to her purchases.

Remy sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she laid her new clothes out on the sheets. He was a little relieved to see she had bought a few T-shrits and shorts, and even a tank top here and there.

After a few moments, a tiny voice in the back of his head said hurriedly, Now. Ask her out on the date now!

Now?

Yeah! Go, c'mon! Go!

"Hey, chere, you busy dis Saturday?" he asked her, and Rogue looked up, a curious look on her face.

"No, why?"

"I was t'inkin', maybe we could go out an' get somthin' t'eat."

"Sure," she gathered up all her new clothes and carried them over to the chest of drawers. "That sounds nice, sugah."

Remy let out a tiny sigh of relief. Phase one, completed, he thought to himself. Phase two, plannin' de date.

Remy ran his hand through his hair. He would get to work tomorrow. He had a lot of stuff to do and only six days in which to do it…

To be continued…

Author's note: I did it. I did it! I wrote another chapter! Ha ha! Woo! I did it! I can't believe I did it! *Starts laughing and jumping up and down like a schoolgirl* I DID IT! I don't care if this chapter is terrible, I don't care if Gambit is out of character, I don't care if you don't review it, but I did it! Yeah, baby! *And I dance out of the room, shouting "I DID IT!" over and over and over again.*