Suppressing a smile Rogue made her way into the large, yet cozy Barnes and Nobles. She by-passed the cluttered magazine stands and headed for the fiction section of the store. Oblivious to the other customers that surrounded her Rogue perused the many aisles looking for an interesting read. She had been at her quest for only a short while when a masculine arm wrapped around her waist. "It's about time you showed up darlin'," Rogue spoke as she leaned back and inhaled his scent. "As green as you were, I thought you might never show your face in public again." The arm tightened around her waist slightly and the chest she was leaning against rumbled with a chuckle very different from Pietro's. "Green aint Remy's color chere, but it be lookin' mighty fine on you petit." Rogue whipped around and her gaze clashed with a piercing pair of red on black eyes. She stiffened in his arms but was unable to look away from his intense stare. "Don't look so scared petit. Remy aint gonna hurt you none," The man loosened his hold but still kept his arms around the girl. Rogue slowly relaxed and looked at her surroundings. They were in the middle of the large book store, and that was in the middle of an even bigger mall. There was no way this Acolyte of Magneto's would try and start something here. Not without backup. Rogue's gaze once again met with his demon eyes, "What do you want Swamp Rat?" Remy's grin broadened, "Now where you get off talking to Remy like that? He just come over to say hello and compliment you on how beautiful you be looking today, and you go and get all malignant on him." Rogue snorted, "Malignant? Well looky who swallowed a dictionary." Rogue stepped out of the circle of his arms and placed her hands on her hips. She suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of lose, but she shook it off. However, before the mutant known as Gambit had the chance to open his mouth and reply he found himself pressed up against a near book self; a very angry looking Pietro standing over him. "Who do you think you are touching her like that?" Pietro rasped out in a fierce whisper. "I'm the only one that touches Rogue, she's mine!" To punctuate his statement Pietro slammed Remy once more back into the bookshelf before releasing his grip on him. Rogue quickly stepped forward to assist Remy and checked to see if any passers-by had witnessed the scene Pietro had made. Remy brushed invisible dirt off of the front of his trench coat and took a threatening step toward Pietro. "You be lucky Remy don't hit de' femmes." The taller man cocked his eyebrow and smiled at his own clever insult. Remy grabbed Rogue's gloved hand and pressed a kiss to it and then, in a move that rivaled Pietro, he disappeared. Rogue stood there, glancing between her hand and the empty spot that Gambit had just occupied. Pietro finally snapped out of his shocked state and turned on her. "What-the-hell-was-that-about?" He asked, his voice becoming faster as he became even more agitated. Rogue snapped out of her revelry, and turned to face Pietro, "How the hell should I know. He grabbed me for crying out loud." Pietro looked like he had more to say on the subject but he wisely kept his mouth shut. He instead turned on his heel and began to pace back and forth across the aisle. With an exasperated sigh Rogue reached out and grabbed a hold of the speed demon's arms, "You are bound and determined to make a scene aren't you?" Pietro looked away, refusing to meet her gaze. Rogue sighed again, her chin dropping to her chest. "Can we just go already?" With a slight nod of his head, Pietro pulled out of her grasp and headed for the door. With one last stamp of her foot Rogue followed. She finally caught up with him at the front door and they headed out to the parking lot together. Rogue's head drifted from side to side in search of her bike. She was so sure that they had parked in this section. They finally came upon an empty space. Pietro squatted down to pick up a scrap of paper that had been wedged underneath the cement block. With a snort of disgust he shoved the fragment into Rogue's hand and turned away. Looking down Rogue saw that the slip of paper was actually a playing card. In fact, it was the queen of hearts. Crumpling the card in her hand Rogue stamped her foot in anger. 'That damn Cajun. He's gonna pay.' She vowed to herself.

I know its short but I haven't up dated in a while and I want to post stuff as I write it up!! There will be more soon, hopefully ( bye!! Review review review!!