Disclaimer: Same old. Same old. A/N Thanks for the reviews of the first part I wasn't planning on continuing but since ya liked it... Also, Hi Wahinetoa, hope you enjoy.

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Gambit plopped down in Ororo's, queen sized, bed and looked over at her nightstand. The little alarm clock read 12:15 a.m. What a glorious night he thought to himself as he sank into the comfort of Ororo's bed. It's been a while since he's seen her truly happy and stress free. Come to think of it it's also been a while for him as well.

Gambit removed his boots as he waited for Ororo's return. She went to the bathroom to clean off her make-up and chance clothes. 'Man, did she look like somethin' ta night.' He thought to himself, letting his mind wander. Looking back on it he could honestly say that this was the first time any women has ever rendered him speechless. 'Everything about her is so damn...' he stopped himself and remembered that she is only a friend, 'a beautiful friend that you sleep wid almost every night and... Stop it!' His mind argued with his better judgement, he never had this problem before. Sure there were times when he wanted to be more than friends but nothing like this. 'Relax, homme, you just had a good date wid an ol' frien, das all. Who ta say the dates over.' He blood ran cold for second. Things are back to normal he assured himself, 'she's gonna come in curl up nex ta me and we gonaa go ta sleep. Simple as dat. Right?'

He sat up in bed as he heard the door to Storm's attic room and swallowed hard as he caught a glimpse of what she was wearing. 'Dis is not gonna help matters', he thought to himself as his eyes trailed over Storm's silver, silk, night gown.

"You like it?" She said nonchalantly as she spun around.

"Where on earth did ya get dat, Stormy?" His jaw hung open as he realized sleep was a long way coming.

"I was out shopping with Jean a while back and she insisted I had to have this. I never had any real reason to wear it though," She looked to see that Gambit's eyes were glued to her body. "What do you think?"

He swallowed hard for the second time and tried to gather himself. "Looks nice on you." He said straight faced and rolled over to make room for Storm on her bed. He locked his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling as Storm crawled into bed next to him.

"Thanks for tonight, Remy." She placed both her hands on her stomach and stared up at the ceiling as well.

"My treat." It was the first time in their friendship that an awkward silence filled the room. He fought desperately to find something to say but couldn't manage a coherent thought. 'Dis is stupid, homme, she jus a friend. No more, no less. Then why you so nervous, huh? How come you ain't holdin' her like usual? For dat matter how come she ain't holdin' you? Because she want you ta make da firs move.'

"Stormy," He rolled over on his side and forced himself to look into her beautiful blue eyes. "You 'ad a good time tonight, right?"

"Yes." She noticed the seriousness in his voice and sat up in bed, locking her elbows behind her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin' wrong, Stormy." He trailed off not really knowing what he wanted to say. "Jus dat..." He struggled to find the right words. "... never mind."

He rolled over and faced the opposite end of the bed. He was kicking himself for what he was about to ask of her. 'What right do I have to tamper wid our friendship.' He scolded himself, 'I'll never be able to look at her straight again' he told himself being a little overly dramatic. Ororo just sat there, leaning back on her arms. She looked over at him with understanding, wanting him to say it. It was her turn to swallow hard now. She didn't know what she was thinking when she put the dress on. What more was she hoping to get out of tonight? 'Being with Remy tonight was the most fun I have had in ages but our love for each other is strictly platonic, right?' She questioned herself. 'If it is so platonic then why are you wearing this to bed.' She looked down at herself and felt bad about what she was doing.

"Remy."

"Yeah, Stormy?" He said, still facing the wall.

"What have I told you about calling me that." She saw his shoulder shake a little and heard a small chuckle. That eased the tension that was spreading through the room.

He rolled over again and looked up at the ceiling. "You know I love you right, Ororo."

"Always."

"Good." He took a deep breath. "Jus sometimes... I want something more from us." He looked over at her. "Ya know what I mean."

"No." She smiled and rolled on top of him, straddling him with her legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she rubbed her nose against his and giggled. Gambit wasn't laughing. "What are you saying Remy?"

He sighed as he moved the hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Their faces were inches apart and he leaned up and kissed her forehead. "I don' know what I'm sayin', Stormy." He closed his eyes and pretended everything was perfect.

"Remy," He heard her call his name in the darkness, her tone matching his seriousness. "Do you want to make love to me?"

His eyes shot open to meet Storm blue orbs. 'Did she jus say that' "Wha...?"

"You heard me." She felt her heart flutter somewhere in her stomach but proceeded with the interrogation.

"Yes." It barely came out louder than a whisper but he felt as if he answered that all to quickly.

"Okay."

"Okay"

"Okay" She sat up on top of him and lifted off the silver gown. She smiled shyly as she threw the discarded article of clothing off the bed. "It was uncomfortable anyway."

Remy had seen her naked plenty times before. The first time he slept with her was awkward but he has since gotten used to it and even finds it comforting. However this is different. He gave himself points for not remove his eyes from hers but those beautiful blue eyes were just as exotic as the rest of her. For Gambit, the next few seconds could happen over and over in eternity and he wouldn't mind reliving it again for the rest of his life. She leaned down on to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The kiss was inevitable, but time ran slow for Gambit. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before their lips touched but he had a millions things running through his head in those seconds. How soft she feels, her intoxicating smell, Those round lips that moved closer to his, His last coherent thought was that her eyes were closed. That she trusted him, no matter where the future takes them. She trusted him.