I want to dedicate this chapter to my friend Kate. She reads all of my
stories and is always ready to give me creative input to help me over come
my writers block.
ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Rogue lay on her bed trying not to watch the clock tick by. Time had seemed to crawl over the last week. All she could think about was finding that renegade Gambit and getting her bike back. Logan was like a father to her and she refused to let his gift stay in the hands of the enemy.
She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't even hear the knock on her door until it opened. Silhouetted in the frame was Logan. Before Rogue could tell him to come in he walked over to her desk and leaned against it. "Haven't seen you around much lately," He said in his gruff voice.
Turning on her side Rogue propped her head up on her hands. "I've been busy okay?" Logan's jaw clinched when he heard the tone of her voice. "No its not ok Stripes. Something's wrong. Now what is it?" Rogue flopped back on her bed and cradled her head in her hands. 'The man is like a damn elephant.' "If its about the bike," Logan kept talking. "Don't worry about it. Give me a couple of months and I'll be able to fix another one up for you."
Rogue jumped out of bed and began pacing back and forth across the room. "I don't want another bike damn it." Seeing the hurt look on his face she decided to rephrase her statement. "I mean, I want that one back. It was my first birthday present from you and there is no way in hell I'm lettin' some damn swamp rat keep it."
Logan reached out and grabbed one of her hands in his gloved ones. "Just don't let that pansy boy Pietro get you into doing anything stupid. I know how much you want to get the bike back from Gumbo, but I don't want you to get hurt." Rogue smiled at the concern in his voice. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders Rogue hugged him close. "Thank you Logan. Now get outta here. I've gotta hot date tonight and I have to get ready." Logan was at the door and was about to close it when he turned around, "Nothing stupid ya hear? Or it will be the Danger Room for a Month."
Laughing at his attempted to act like a parent Rogue threw a stuffed animal in his direction, but he closed the door before it hit him. Turning around she began to ransack her closet. Tonight was the night Pietro was taking her to the club. Not only was she going to spend all night dancing with the man of her dreams, but she had a real shot at getting her motorcycle back.
Rogue finally settled on a pair of black leather pants with a sparkling dark green halter top. It tied up around her neck yet dipped down to reveal the curve of her cleavage. She accessorized the outfit with a necklace that dangled a bar between the dip in the shirt, and dangly bar earrings. She didn't worry about her normal gauzy shirt because tonight Pietro and her would have a dance floor of their own, and if, 'WHEN' Rogue corrected herself, Remy showed up, she planned on knocking him out so bad he would wake up days later in Timbuktu.
Another knock on the door signaled Pietro's arrival. When Rogue opened the door she couldn't hold back the smile that spread across her face. She didn't know how he did it, but he always managed to look so handsome. "My my my, don't we look good enough to eat," Pietro finally spoke as he looked Rogue up and down. "You certainly do Sugah," She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Taking his offered arm Rogue and Pietro made their way towards the front door.
Pietro helped Rogue into one of the mansion's vehicles before zipping back inside for a second. When he returned he was carrying a picnic basket and a blanket. "I thought we could have a nice romantic picnic. Just like our first date," Pietro said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Then we can hit the club for a long night of bumping and grinding." Again Pietro made a suggestive move but this time it was his hips swinging back and forth.
He placed the basket in the back before jumping into the driver's seat and starting the engine. "Evan, Kurt, Kitty, and Lance are going to meet us at the club," Pietro said as he pulled out onto the main road. "Do we know if Gambit's going to be there tonight?" Rogue asked as a frown creased her brow. Stopping at a stop sign Pietro leaned over and kissed her quick on the lips. "I wont know until we get there Cutie-Pie, but don't you worry your sexy derriere about it. It is my job to hog tie the poor bastard, and your duty to make him wish he was never born."
A Few Hours later at The Library
After a fabulous picnic dinner Pietro and Rogue arrive at the Library. Evan, Kurt, Kitty, and Lance were already there waiting for them. "Who like, names a club The Library?" Kitty asked when Rogue had walked over to join them. With a shrug of her shoulders as an answer the six mutants made their way through the doors.
The lights were flashing and the music was blaring as the bouncer checked their ids. Kurt and Evan headed for the bar to get a soda as Kitty and Lance hit the dance floor. Pietro's head was swinging around in search of someone and Rogue stood up on her tiptoes to try and see who. It didn't take long however, until Pietro waved at two guys seated at a booth in the corner. Grabbing Rogue's hand they made their way over to the two mystery men.
As they drew closer, Rogue finally got a good look at them. They were drop dead gorgeous, was the first thought to enter her mind. They stood up to greet Pietro and pat him on the back, and Rogue got a chance to really look at them. Both of them were tall and very well built. She wondered where Pietro knew them from. Rogue snapped out of her trance when she heard Pietro say her name. "Hey Roguie, this is Orlando," He said, pointing to the one with black hair and deep brown eyes. "And this is Heath," He pointed again, indicating the light haired man. "They own the club."
Rogue nodded her head in greeting and turned once again to glance around the room. "He's not here yet lassie," The one named Heath finally spoke. Slightly confused Rogue turned around to meet his gaze, "Who?" Heath gestured toward the door, "I figured you were looking for that bloke. I don't know who he is myself but the ladies do." Rogue's brows furrowed in confusion again, "Ladies?"
The one called Orlando chuckled, "Yes ladies. If they got wind of us calling them anything else they would tattoo 'Baka' to our foreheads and hit us with frying pans." Turning around he waved at the main stage. "Oy! Olivia!! Kate!! Get your arses over here." Heath rammed an elbow into his ribs, "Watch your language mate. Do you want them to ignore us all night?" Before Orlando could reply the two women who had just been dancing on the stage arrived. "She knows she's got the finest arse Bayville, and she doesn't mind me letting everyone know does she now?" He said putting an arm around the taller of the two girls. "As long as you keep your hands off of my Katie," Heath snapped back as the shorter girl stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
"I'm Olivia," the taller one said. "And this is Kate." She pointed to the shorter one. (A/N: If Kate were here she would say "I'm not short dang it." Don't get mad Katie if you were standing next to me you would be shorter ;) ) "You must be Rogue. Pietro never shuts up about you." Rogue's grinned broadened as she thought of Pietro bragging about her. Kate finally tore her eyes off of the handsome Heath and finally spoke. "You're looking for that red-haired Baka Remy right?"
Pietro took a step back and gestured Rogue forward to answer the lady. "Yeah, he's got something that belongs to me." She said as she folded her arms across her chest. "Well, thanks to an anonymous tip about a non-existent gambling ring going on in the back room, said mutant will be attending the club tonight to try and hustle poor Heath out of this months paycheck," Kate explained.
"You know about mutants?" Rogue asked amaze. Olivia winked at her, "It's all hush hush love, but yes we know what you guys are. Gambit won't be here for another few hours. He always comes late. You and Pietro have the lower stage all to yourselves. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." She turned to Orlando, "As for you, I believe you owe me a dance." "Ay Ay Captain," Orlando said as he snapped a salute. "Stay out of trouble Piety, and for goodness sakes if you're going to trash the poor bloke take it outside. We like the club this way, we don't want to remodel again."
Orlando and Olivia headed for the dance floor as Heath and Kate disappeared upstairs to the VIP's room. Clearing a path, Pietro led Rogue to the private stage to dance the night away until their prey arrived.
A/N: I'm very proud of myself I wrote this in like a couple of hours. I hope ya'll like it. I'd like to see some reviews so I know what my readers like and don't like b/c I like to try and make ya'll happy if I can. So review review review pretty please!1 I'll try and get the next chap up soon!!! WT
ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Rogue lay on her bed trying not to watch the clock tick by. Time had seemed to crawl over the last week. All she could think about was finding that renegade Gambit and getting her bike back. Logan was like a father to her and she refused to let his gift stay in the hands of the enemy.
She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't even hear the knock on her door until it opened. Silhouetted in the frame was Logan. Before Rogue could tell him to come in he walked over to her desk and leaned against it. "Haven't seen you around much lately," He said in his gruff voice.
Turning on her side Rogue propped her head up on her hands. "I've been busy okay?" Logan's jaw clinched when he heard the tone of her voice. "No its not ok Stripes. Something's wrong. Now what is it?" Rogue flopped back on her bed and cradled her head in her hands. 'The man is like a damn elephant.' "If its about the bike," Logan kept talking. "Don't worry about it. Give me a couple of months and I'll be able to fix another one up for you."
Rogue jumped out of bed and began pacing back and forth across the room. "I don't want another bike damn it." Seeing the hurt look on his face she decided to rephrase her statement. "I mean, I want that one back. It was my first birthday present from you and there is no way in hell I'm lettin' some damn swamp rat keep it."
Logan reached out and grabbed one of her hands in his gloved ones. "Just don't let that pansy boy Pietro get you into doing anything stupid. I know how much you want to get the bike back from Gumbo, but I don't want you to get hurt." Rogue smiled at the concern in his voice. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders Rogue hugged him close. "Thank you Logan. Now get outta here. I've gotta hot date tonight and I have to get ready." Logan was at the door and was about to close it when he turned around, "Nothing stupid ya hear? Or it will be the Danger Room for a Month."
Laughing at his attempted to act like a parent Rogue threw a stuffed animal in his direction, but he closed the door before it hit him. Turning around she began to ransack her closet. Tonight was the night Pietro was taking her to the club. Not only was she going to spend all night dancing with the man of her dreams, but she had a real shot at getting her motorcycle back.
Rogue finally settled on a pair of black leather pants with a sparkling dark green halter top. It tied up around her neck yet dipped down to reveal the curve of her cleavage. She accessorized the outfit with a necklace that dangled a bar between the dip in the shirt, and dangly bar earrings. She didn't worry about her normal gauzy shirt because tonight Pietro and her would have a dance floor of their own, and if, 'WHEN' Rogue corrected herself, Remy showed up, she planned on knocking him out so bad he would wake up days later in Timbuktu.
Another knock on the door signaled Pietro's arrival. When Rogue opened the door she couldn't hold back the smile that spread across her face. She didn't know how he did it, but he always managed to look so handsome. "My my my, don't we look good enough to eat," Pietro finally spoke as he looked Rogue up and down. "You certainly do Sugah," She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Taking his offered arm Rogue and Pietro made their way towards the front door.
Pietro helped Rogue into one of the mansion's vehicles before zipping back inside for a second. When he returned he was carrying a picnic basket and a blanket. "I thought we could have a nice romantic picnic. Just like our first date," Pietro said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Then we can hit the club for a long night of bumping and grinding." Again Pietro made a suggestive move but this time it was his hips swinging back and forth.
He placed the basket in the back before jumping into the driver's seat and starting the engine. "Evan, Kurt, Kitty, and Lance are going to meet us at the club," Pietro said as he pulled out onto the main road. "Do we know if Gambit's going to be there tonight?" Rogue asked as a frown creased her brow. Stopping at a stop sign Pietro leaned over and kissed her quick on the lips. "I wont know until we get there Cutie-Pie, but don't you worry your sexy derriere about it. It is my job to hog tie the poor bastard, and your duty to make him wish he was never born."
A Few Hours later at The Library
After a fabulous picnic dinner Pietro and Rogue arrive at the Library. Evan, Kurt, Kitty, and Lance were already there waiting for them. "Who like, names a club The Library?" Kitty asked when Rogue had walked over to join them. With a shrug of her shoulders as an answer the six mutants made their way through the doors.
The lights were flashing and the music was blaring as the bouncer checked their ids. Kurt and Evan headed for the bar to get a soda as Kitty and Lance hit the dance floor. Pietro's head was swinging around in search of someone and Rogue stood up on her tiptoes to try and see who. It didn't take long however, until Pietro waved at two guys seated at a booth in the corner. Grabbing Rogue's hand they made their way over to the two mystery men.
As they drew closer, Rogue finally got a good look at them. They were drop dead gorgeous, was the first thought to enter her mind. They stood up to greet Pietro and pat him on the back, and Rogue got a chance to really look at them. Both of them were tall and very well built. She wondered where Pietro knew them from. Rogue snapped out of her trance when she heard Pietro say her name. "Hey Roguie, this is Orlando," He said, pointing to the one with black hair and deep brown eyes. "And this is Heath," He pointed again, indicating the light haired man. "They own the club."
Rogue nodded her head in greeting and turned once again to glance around the room. "He's not here yet lassie," The one named Heath finally spoke. Slightly confused Rogue turned around to meet his gaze, "Who?" Heath gestured toward the door, "I figured you were looking for that bloke. I don't know who he is myself but the ladies do." Rogue's brows furrowed in confusion again, "Ladies?"
The one called Orlando chuckled, "Yes ladies. If they got wind of us calling them anything else they would tattoo 'Baka' to our foreheads and hit us with frying pans." Turning around he waved at the main stage. "Oy! Olivia!! Kate!! Get your arses over here." Heath rammed an elbow into his ribs, "Watch your language mate. Do you want them to ignore us all night?" Before Orlando could reply the two women who had just been dancing on the stage arrived. "She knows she's got the finest arse Bayville, and she doesn't mind me letting everyone know does she now?" He said putting an arm around the taller of the two girls. "As long as you keep your hands off of my Katie," Heath snapped back as the shorter girl stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
"I'm Olivia," the taller one said. "And this is Kate." She pointed to the shorter one. (A/N: If Kate were here she would say "I'm not short dang it." Don't get mad Katie if you were standing next to me you would be shorter ;) ) "You must be Rogue. Pietro never shuts up about you." Rogue's grinned broadened as she thought of Pietro bragging about her. Kate finally tore her eyes off of the handsome Heath and finally spoke. "You're looking for that red-haired Baka Remy right?"
Pietro took a step back and gestured Rogue forward to answer the lady. "Yeah, he's got something that belongs to me." She said as she folded her arms across her chest. "Well, thanks to an anonymous tip about a non-existent gambling ring going on in the back room, said mutant will be attending the club tonight to try and hustle poor Heath out of this months paycheck," Kate explained.
"You know about mutants?" Rogue asked amaze. Olivia winked at her, "It's all hush hush love, but yes we know what you guys are. Gambit won't be here for another few hours. He always comes late. You and Pietro have the lower stage all to yourselves. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." She turned to Orlando, "As for you, I believe you owe me a dance." "Ay Ay Captain," Orlando said as he snapped a salute. "Stay out of trouble Piety, and for goodness sakes if you're going to trash the poor bloke take it outside. We like the club this way, we don't want to remodel again."
Orlando and Olivia headed for the dance floor as Heath and Kate disappeared upstairs to the VIP's room. Clearing a path, Pietro led Rogue to the private stage to dance the night away until their prey arrived.
A/N: I'm very proud of myself I wrote this in like a couple of hours. I hope ya'll like it. I'd like to see some reviews so I know what my readers like and don't like b/c I like to try and make ya'll happy if I can. So review review review pretty please!1 I'll try and get the next chap up soon!!! WT