A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter! I really
appreciated it! I'm glad you all liked it! Oh, and F.Y.I., if I say
shorts in reference to guy shorts, think knee length. Just for those of
you who didn't know. And sorry it's been so long since my last update,
I've been out of town.
Rogue and Remy were lying in his bed. He wore a pair of black basketball shorts and a black wife beater. Remy was running his hands absently through Rogue's hair, not that she minded. It relaxed her and made her calm.
They were under his red silk sheets. His carpet was black and his walls a crimson red that matched his sheets. Rogue smiled when she thought how he had made his room to match his eyes.
His head rested on her chin. Rogue glanced at the clock on his stereo system. It read two thirty-eight AM. She sighed. Rogue knew she had to leave or they would fall asleep and who knew what would happen? She could absorb him while she was sleeping and he'd never wake up.
Rogue began to crawl out of bed, but his arms encircled her waist and brought her back into his embrace. She smiled softly at him.
"Remy, Ah gotta go suga."
Remy gave her his most charming smiled. "Please petite, stay wit' Remy jus' a little while longer?"
Rogue sighed and nodded. He gently lifted her shirt up and kissed her soundly. Rogue kissed him back, but it didn't go very deep. Her heart ached at the thought that they could never go any farther than kissing and light kissing at that.
She'd never feel what his skin felt like against hers. So many times since they met she had wanted to leave. It had taken him a month to get her to bring down her barriers, which was rather impressive. Rogue had always known that if she fell in love with him, he would break her heart. Oh, Remy may never leave her, but not being able to touch him would kill her.
Yet it was a rare occasion when Rogue could say no to the sexy Cajun. His eyes would always entrance her and show her how sincere he really was. In the end, Rogue normally agreed to stay with him or tell him anything. One such occasion came to mind while Rogue was lying in Gambit's arms.
Flashback: October 25
Rogue glanced at her watch. It was fifteen till ten. She knew she had to go or face the wrath of Logan. Rogue glanced at the man sitting next to her. Remy LeBeau eyed her and saw the expression on her still gothic face.
"It be time already?"
Rogue nodded. She stood up from the large blanket they had been sitting on. Remy stood with her. He had driven Rogue out to a large field that was above the town of Bayville. As she looked down on the twinkling lights of Bayville, she smiled at how it almost perfectly matched the stars in the sky.
Gambit had been doing things like this for her since the day she agreed to befriend him. They never did anything fancy. But he would take her to little cafes, restaurants, and even the occasional outdoor location, like now. Rogue knew he felt something beside friendship for her, she saw it in the depths of his red on black eyes.
But Rogue knew that if they progressed the relationship, it would only lead to heartbreak. They had fought during the summer, after mutants were revealed, and they would fight again. It was the way it would always be. Yet something kept her from leaving the Cajun. It was the same force that made her stay when he had asked her to a little over a month ago.
As Rogue began to walk to his motorcycle, Gambit grabbed her arm. She tensed for a minute, but then remembered he had gloves on and she was wearing her green sheer shirt. Rogue turned around.
"What is it Cajun?"
Gambit let his hand slide down to grasp her own. Rogue felt her heart quicken. Remy grabbed her other hand as well. He looked into her emerald eyes.
"Please petite, stay wit' Remy jus' a little bit longer?"
Rogue bit her lip. His eyes were begging her not to go. And Rogue didn't want to. They had been having a great conversation and then a comfortable silence. Remy had been brushing his hands through her hair, a thing he did whenever they weren't talking. And Rogue loved the fell of being close to him, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
"Okay, Remy. I'll stay with ya, but just for a little while longa."
Remy smiled. "Remy glad chere 'cause Remy need t' talk t' yo' 'bout something."
Rogue felt her heart beat quicken again. "What about?"
"Remy care fo' yo' Rogue. He always has, ever since de first day he met yo'. An' Remy know yo' feel de same. He can see it in yo' eyes, chere. But Remy want yo' t' be his chere, mon chere."
"Remy ya know that ain't possible. We work for different sides. We battle each other! What kinda relationship would that be?"
"Dat don' matter petite. Jus' Remy need t' know, do yo' feel de same. Do yo' care fo' Remy, do yo' feel something dat pull yo' to him like he fells something that pulls him t' yo'?"
Rogue bit her lip. "It don't matter what Ah feel Remy. It can't eva be."
Remy dropped her hands and Rogue thought that was it. But she saw the fire burning in his eyes. And his arms encircled her waist. Rogue felt him pull her tightly into his strong chest.
"It matters, petite. Tell Remy, do yo' feel de same?"
Rogue was torn. She knew that if she said yes, the relationship would progress and part of her wanted that. But the sensible part screamed at her to say no. If the relationship went further, it would change everything. She knew things would never be the same and it would interfere with her being one of the X-Men, especially when it came to battle. But the heart often wins over the mind.
Before Rogue could stop herself, she replied. "Yes Remy, Ah do feel the same."
Remy smiled. "Den yo' be his chere, oui?"
"We can' Remy, regardless o' how we feel. It would neva work."
"Den we make it work mon chere. Remy promise dat everything will be all right. Jus' say yo' be his, say yo' be Remy's."
"Remy.."
"Please petite, fo' once, listen t' yo' heart."
Rogue closed her eyes. She knew there was only one thing that she could say, no matter where the road took her. Rogue knew pain would come afterwards, but she had to say it regardless.
"O' course Ah'll be yours."
Remy smiled brightly at her. "Yo' made de right choice, mon belle femme."
Remy let go of her waist and lightly lifted her shirt up. Rogue tried to move back, but one of his arms caught her.
"Remy, what are ya doin'?"
"Remy gon' kiss yo."
"No ya stupid swamp rat! Ya know what will happen if ya do."
"Remy not afraid chere an' yo' don' need t' be either."
With that, Remy lightly kissed Rogue, the thin sheer shirt the only thing that separated them and for once, Rogue ignored her powers. She wrapped her arms tightly around the Cajun's neck and kissed him back. She didn't care that it was past curfew and she would be in big trouble. All she cared about was the man in front of her.
Back to present
It was almost four AM when Rogue finally left Gambit. The next morning, someone pounding on her door awoke Rogue. Rogue groaned and looked at the clock. It read ten AM. Rogue lifted her head temporarily from the pillow.
"Go away! Ah'm sleepin'!"
"Come on Stripes! We're all eatin' and then goin' out. You gotta come too."
"Go without mah!"
"Oh like come on Rogue, it will be fun!"
Rogue groaned again. She knew Kitty would just phase in and get her if she didn't come out.
"All raght, all raght, Ah'm comin'."
Rogue rolled out of her bed and pulled on the purple pants and black shirt Vega had lent her. She pulled on the purple gloves and her shoes, put on light makeup, brushed her hair, and left the room.
Logan and Kitty were still by her door. Logan had on a tight, dark blue shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him snuggly. Kitty wore a pink shirt that came just above her belly button and a pair of light jeans.
The three made their way down to the kitchen. Rogue walked into the chaos first. Pyro, Freddie, and Pietro were arguing over the last donut. Magneto and Mystique kept eyeing each other and it looked like it was taking all of his strength for Logan not to kick Sabertooth's ass.
Remy was in a conversation with one of the thieves. Rogue didn't recognize him. Kitty grabbed two poptarts and led Rogue away from the commotion.
"Where were you last night?"
Rogue eyed Kitty suspiciously. "Asleep."
"I'm not buying that. I like visited your room last night around one. You like weren't there."
"So?"
"So, were you like in Remy's room?"
"Wow, an' on the first guess too. Ah don't give ya enough credit Kitty."
Kitty ignored the insult. "So, what did you to like do?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "We made love."
Kitty's mouth dropped. "You what? But how?"
Rogue snorted. "Reality check Kitty, we can't do any o' that stuff. We just talked."
Kitty raised her eyebrow. "Talked? That's it?"
"Well, we kissed too, but we do that everytime we're togetha."
"How?"
"Through my sheer shirts, but that ain't important."
"Yes it is! And for like how long have you been going out with him?"
"Over two months."
"What?!"
A few people glanced their way and Rogue glared at them. Logan, Jean, Scott, and Kurt wandered over.
"What's up you guys?"
Rogue looked at Jean, but Kitty was the one to speak. "Rogue was just about to tell me exactly how long she's been going with Gambit and like WHY she never told me."
Everyone looked at Rogue. "Well, go on Stripes."
Rogue sighed and told them the basic overview. Jean and Kitty were saying how sweet it all was, Scott was lecturing her on dating the enemy, and Kurt and Logan had gone all protective and asked her things like 'was he a gentlemen'.
A little while later, Vega walked in. She had been up for a while and had gone horseback riding. She had just taken a shower when her stomach rumbled. Not thinking, she headed downstairs in her towel, which barely reached mid thigh. It was Vega's normal routine. The other thieves didn't care, since most of them did the same.
As Vega entered the room, the group fell silent. The males, excluding Remy, the Professor, and Magneto, were all eyeing her. Vega looked around. She rolled her eyes and grabbed some juice and fruit out of the refrigerator.
"What, haven' any o' yo' eva seen a fille in a towel befo'?"
Most of the males looked away, but Vega turned to find Piotr looking at her intently. And he wasn't looking at her body, but her eyes. Vega stared at him for a moment before looking away. Remy saw this and eyed Piotr suspiciously.
Vega changed into a pair of low-rise black pants and a skin-tight red shirt. After everyone was ready, she grabbed her leather jacket and stood in the foyer looking over the group.
"Okay, da hommes can go wit' Remy an' da femmes wit' me. Rem, meet me back here at seven fo' dinna. An' Rem?"
"Oui?"
Vega pulled Remy aside. "Get something formal fo' dem."
"Why?"
"Da Guild be throwin' a gala an' some o' dem can come."
"Some?"
"Oui, some, outsiders be comin' too so de ones dat look funny can' come. It be a couple thing so I already picked de couples."
"Who are dey?"
Vega smiled. "Don' worry, yo' be wit' Rogue. But make sure yo' get something formal fo' Pietro, John, Piotr, Scott, Logan, Magneto, Kurt, Sam, an' Lance."
"Okay den."
The two groups split up. After shopping for regular clothes, Vega took them to a formal shop. The shop was expensive and carried everything from cocktail dresses to formal dresses to fancy sportswear.
A tall, middle aged woman greeted them. "Bon Jour. Welcome t' Annabelle's. Can I be o' service t' yo'?"
Vega smiled. "Yes, we be lookin' fo' some o' yo' sportswear an' yo' evenin' dresses."
The lady smiled. "O' course yo' are. Den let's do de sportswear first."
Two other women walked up to them and led them to the area of the store that sold sportswear. The girls chose a different outfit each. Most of them were black and sexy. An hour or two later, they headed to the area of the store that sold evening gowns.
(I'm not describing the sportswear or the evening gowns in detail because that would take far too long and I am going to be describing most of them at later times anyway.)
There were more assistants in the evening gown section. It was one employee to every two girls. Rogue and Vega went through various dresses before they found ones that they liked. Vega's was an attractive gold dress and Rogue's was a sexy black dress.
At six forty-five, the group headed back to Vega's home. When they arrived, Vega pulled Mystique, disguised as an attractive adult brunette, aside. She knew there was a problem. Vega had Mystique and Magneto as a pair for the gala and now she needed to convince Mystique to go along with it.
"Mystique, I'd like t' bring at least one adult along t' watch over de others in case dey be getting' out o' hand. I know dat since Logan, Storm, an' most o' de Acolytes are goin', you be wantin' t' go as well t' make sure dat none o' yo' members be, well, recruited o' something, oui?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, dis gala be a couple gala an' since de Professor handicap an' Beast an' Sabertooth look funny, dey can' go, but de other can. So, unless yo' want t' risk da chance one o' yo' members get recruited by de X-Men or de Acolytes, it be in yo' best interests to go wit' Magneto."
"What?"
Vega rolled her eyes at Mystique's yell. It was expected of course. "Look, it be de only way 'cause I'd like yo' to be goin' t' de ball since yo' not be able t' be getting' out much now."
Mystique growled, but Vega saw the wheels in her head spinning. The hateful look on her face and the following look of defeat let Vega know she had won.
"Fine, but don't expect us to be chummy."
"Oh no, jus' t' be civil an' dance."
Mystique nodded and the two headed inside. Vega smiled. Magneto wouldn't care as much as Mystique and the worst part was over. The gala was in a few days. She was greeted by confusion when she walked into her home.
Monet strolled up to her, an angry look on his face. "De Blob man ate de food! What we supposed t' do fo' dinner?"
Vega saw some of the thieves and others pointing accusingly and glaring at Blob. Some were even yelling. One thing you never want to do is upset a thief before a mission. And that went double for hungry thieves. Vega rolled her eyes and growled. Only one thing would work. Vega climbed her black leather chair.
"QUIET!"
Everyone turned to Vega. She glanced around. "Blob did yo' eat all my food?"
Blob nodded. Vega growled. "Next time yo' do dat, yo' gon' be payin' fo' it all. Check wit' me o' one o' de other thieves befo' yo' eat. Got it?"
Blob nodded and Vega continued. "As fo' dinner, we be getting' pizza. Den I be shoppin' fo' food wit' some others."
Everyone grumbled, but nodded. Vega took a cell phone out of her pocket. She tossed her leather jacket to one of the thieves, who put it in the closet while she ordered lots of pizzas.
"Okay, I be goin' t' pick up de pizzas in a few minutes. Anyone care t' go wit' me?"
No one raised their hand. After a few moments, Piotr stepped forward and spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"I vill go."
Vega smiled gently at him and nodded. "Thank yo'."
"How can you get so many pizzas in so little time?"
Vega turned to Jean. "I got de connections Red."
A few minutes later, Vega got Piotr and headed to the garage. She called out to Monet on her way.
"Monet, grab de keys fo' me."
"Which ones?"
"The Lamborghini Gallardo."
Monet tossed her the keys. Pietro zipped over to her before she and Piotr could head out the door.
"Did you say Gallardo?"
Vega nodded. "Yeah."
A few of the others gathered. Toad hopped over and looked up curious. "What's a Gallardo man?"
"Only one of the fastest cars made by Lamborghini. It's fast, sleek, and expensive. How did you get one?"
Vega shrugged. "Stole it, like most everything else."
Jean, Scott, and Charles looked at her with disapproval, but Pietro looked at her in awe.
"You stole that car?"
"Yeah and it was pretty easy, but pizzas waiting."
"Wait, can I look at it."
"I guess, but don't touch."
The group headed to the garage and looked at one of the many cars in there. The Gallardo was very sleek. It was black and had dark blue and silver flames on its side. Vega pushed a button on the side and the doors unlocked.
She and Piotr climbed in the car. Vega started the engine and zoomed off at 50 MPH. She blazed out of her driveway. On the way, she and Piotr talked.
"So, why do yo' work fo' Magneto, yo' don' seem like de type."
"I was forced to."
"What'd he do, blackmail yo'?"
"Yes."
"Damn, I be sorry."
"It is no one's fault but my own."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"Who do you think you will work for?"
"Yo' mean if I decide t' join a team. If I do, it will be Magneto. I don' really think mutants an' humans can get along, at least not yet."
"But why?"
"Let's just say I've seen too much. I know what really goes on."
"Oh."
An awkward silence followed. Vega popped in a CD. A woman with a beautiful voice started singing.
"Who is the one singing?"
"Actually, dat be me."
Piotr looked at Vega curiously. "That beautiful voice is yours?"
Vega blushed slightly. "Yes, dat be mine."
"Do you write your own songs?"
"Most o' them."
The conversation picked up from there. Piotr and Vega were really getting along. They picked up the pizzas and headed back to the house. Once they got there, everyone dug in. Piotr and Vega continued their talk. Then Vega's cell phone rang. Vega got everyone to quiet down.
"Hello?"
"Vega, it be your father. We have a job fo' yo' team."
"We be right over."
Vega ended the call. The thieves looked intently at her, obviously excited.
"We got a mission t' do."
Martine's blue and silver eyes glittered with excitement. "Finally. It been almost two weeks since we had a mission."
"Yo' go get ready, meet down here in ten minutes."
Monet, Gerard, Verrill, Clarissa, Martine, and Mathieu headed upstairs. Vega turned to Remy with a smile on her face. Her eyes glittered mischievously.
"So, Remy, yo' rusty o' do yo' still got da skills?"
"Oh, Remy think yo' know the answer to dat."
"Yo' want t' tag along?"
"Oui, but o' course."
"Magneto, mind if my brother joins me fo' some fun?"
"No."
"Good. Go suit up an' meet down here in ten. An' Rem?"
"Oui?"
"Since dis be my team, I be runnin' dis mission, oui?"
"Oui, but Remy gon' talk t' father 'bout runnin' his own mission soon."
"Fine. Now go change, will yo'?"
Remy nodded and left. Vega turned to leave. Rogue called out to her and stopped her before she could exit the room.
"What this about a mission?"
"De Thieves Guild has somethin' it needs stolen an' we gon' steal it fo' dem."
"And Remy gonna be comin' with ya?"
"Oui."
"What are ya gonna steal?"
"Dunno yet, but we be back soon."
Ten minutes later, Remy, Vega, Monet, Martine, Verrill, Clarissa, and Mathieu appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. They were all wearing the thieve uniforms.
The women were wearing tight, black pants and tight, black tank tops. They also had long, black gloves that ran up to their upper arm, below the shoulder. They also had black boots. They wore their hair in tight ponytails.
The men were wearing an out fit like Remy's Acolyte one, but completely black and with black gloves as well. The boots were black as well.
On their hips rested weapon belts. In the weapon belts were a bo staff, a knife, a gun, and other unidentifiable objects. Vega grabbed a few keys and tossed them to various people. She kept one for herself.
"Remy an' Clarissa get de Ferrari, Monet an' Martine get de Lamborghini, Verrill and Mathieu take de Aston Martin, an' I be taking de motorcycle. Meet at mon pere's."
The group nodded and headed out. Remy stopped by Rogue's side and kissed two of his gloved fingers. He pressed them softly to Rogue's lips.
"Remy be back, mon chere."
"Be careful swamp rat."
Remy smiled. "Anything fo' yo' petite."
Remy headed out the door and the group headed to Jean-Luc's to be debriefed.
A/N: I hope you all liked it. Sorry that the end was a little week, but the next chapter should be better. Please review!
PS-for those of you who love ROMY, there is a petition you might want to sign. Currently, 20th Century Fox has Rogue in a relationship with Iceman (Bobby Drake) in the X-Men Movie series, which I think makes ZERO sense. Anyway, if you want to see a ROMY in X3, you can go to PetitionOnline and click on Entertainment. Scroll down to the 'X's and click on X-Men 3; Gambit and Rogue. Okay, that's all, now PLEASE go review!
PPS- Here's something that I'm gonna start putting at the end of all my chapters: Weird X-Men trivia. I just thought some of the things I found out on Internet about various X-Men characters was strange and I wanted to share them. Here is this chapter's:
Amanda Sefton (Kurt's current girlfriend) was actually a mutant in the comics. She was known as Daytripper and her power was that she was a sorceress. What's more, not only was she light skinned, blonde haired, and blue-eyed, but she was also Kurt's foster sister. Talk about weird (its also technical incest).
Rogue and Remy were lying in his bed. He wore a pair of black basketball shorts and a black wife beater. Remy was running his hands absently through Rogue's hair, not that she minded. It relaxed her and made her calm.
They were under his red silk sheets. His carpet was black and his walls a crimson red that matched his sheets. Rogue smiled when she thought how he had made his room to match his eyes.
His head rested on her chin. Rogue glanced at the clock on his stereo system. It read two thirty-eight AM. She sighed. Rogue knew she had to leave or they would fall asleep and who knew what would happen? She could absorb him while she was sleeping and he'd never wake up.
Rogue began to crawl out of bed, but his arms encircled her waist and brought her back into his embrace. She smiled softly at him.
"Remy, Ah gotta go suga."
Remy gave her his most charming smiled. "Please petite, stay wit' Remy jus' a little while longer?"
Rogue sighed and nodded. He gently lifted her shirt up and kissed her soundly. Rogue kissed him back, but it didn't go very deep. Her heart ached at the thought that they could never go any farther than kissing and light kissing at that.
She'd never feel what his skin felt like against hers. So many times since they met she had wanted to leave. It had taken him a month to get her to bring down her barriers, which was rather impressive. Rogue had always known that if she fell in love with him, he would break her heart. Oh, Remy may never leave her, but not being able to touch him would kill her.
Yet it was a rare occasion when Rogue could say no to the sexy Cajun. His eyes would always entrance her and show her how sincere he really was. In the end, Rogue normally agreed to stay with him or tell him anything. One such occasion came to mind while Rogue was lying in Gambit's arms.
Flashback: October 25
Rogue glanced at her watch. It was fifteen till ten. She knew she had to go or face the wrath of Logan. Rogue glanced at the man sitting next to her. Remy LeBeau eyed her and saw the expression on her still gothic face.
"It be time already?"
Rogue nodded. She stood up from the large blanket they had been sitting on. Remy stood with her. He had driven Rogue out to a large field that was above the town of Bayville. As she looked down on the twinkling lights of Bayville, she smiled at how it almost perfectly matched the stars in the sky.
Gambit had been doing things like this for her since the day she agreed to befriend him. They never did anything fancy. But he would take her to little cafes, restaurants, and even the occasional outdoor location, like now. Rogue knew he felt something beside friendship for her, she saw it in the depths of his red on black eyes.
But Rogue knew that if they progressed the relationship, it would only lead to heartbreak. They had fought during the summer, after mutants were revealed, and they would fight again. It was the way it would always be. Yet something kept her from leaving the Cajun. It was the same force that made her stay when he had asked her to a little over a month ago.
As Rogue began to walk to his motorcycle, Gambit grabbed her arm. She tensed for a minute, but then remembered he had gloves on and she was wearing her green sheer shirt. Rogue turned around.
"What is it Cajun?"
Gambit let his hand slide down to grasp her own. Rogue felt her heart quicken. Remy grabbed her other hand as well. He looked into her emerald eyes.
"Please petite, stay wit' Remy jus' a little bit longer?"
Rogue bit her lip. His eyes were begging her not to go. And Rogue didn't want to. They had been having a great conversation and then a comfortable silence. Remy had been brushing his hands through her hair, a thing he did whenever they weren't talking. And Rogue loved the fell of being close to him, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
"Okay, Remy. I'll stay with ya, but just for a little while longa."
Remy smiled. "Remy glad chere 'cause Remy need t' talk t' yo' 'bout something."
Rogue felt her heart beat quicken again. "What about?"
"Remy care fo' yo' Rogue. He always has, ever since de first day he met yo'. An' Remy know yo' feel de same. He can see it in yo' eyes, chere. But Remy want yo' t' be his chere, mon chere."
"Remy ya know that ain't possible. We work for different sides. We battle each other! What kinda relationship would that be?"
"Dat don' matter petite. Jus' Remy need t' know, do yo' feel de same. Do yo' care fo' Remy, do yo' feel something dat pull yo' to him like he fells something that pulls him t' yo'?"
Rogue bit her lip. "It don't matter what Ah feel Remy. It can't eva be."
Remy dropped her hands and Rogue thought that was it. But she saw the fire burning in his eyes. And his arms encircled her waist. Rogue felt him pull her tightly into his strong chest.
"It matters, petite. Tell Remy, do yo' feel de same?"
Rogue was torn. She knew that if she said yes, the relationship would progress and part of her wanted that. But the sensible part screamed at her to say no. If the relationship went further, it would change everything. She knew things would never be the same and it would interfere with her being one of the X-Men, especially when it came to battle. But the heart often wins over the mind.
Before Rogue could stop herself, she replied. "Yes Remy, Ah do feel the same."
Remy smiled. "Den yo' be his chere, oui?"
"We can' Remy, regardless o' how we feel. It would neva work."
"Den we make it work mon chere. Remy promise dat everything will be all right. Jus' say yo' be his, say yo' be Remy's."
"Remy.."
"Please petite, fo' once, listen t' yo' heart."
Rogue closed her eyes. She knew there was only one thing that she could say, no matter where the road took her. Rogue knew pain would come afterwards, but she had to say it regardless.
"O' course Ah'll be yours."
Remy smiled brightly at her. "Yo' made de right choice, mon belle femme."
Remy let go of her waist and lightly lifted her shirt up. Rogue tried to move back, but one of his arms caught her.
"Remy, what are ya doin'?"
"Remy gon' kiss yo."
"No ya stupid swamp rat! Ya know what will happen if ya do."
"Remy not afraid chere an' yo' don' need t' be either."
With that, Remy lightly kissed Rogue, the thin sheer shirt the only thing that separated them and for once, Rogue ignored her powers. She wrapped her arms tightly around the Cajun's neck and kissed him back. She didn't care that it was past curfew and she would be in big trouble. All she cared about was the man in front of her.
Back to present
It was almost four AM when Rogue finally left Gambit. The next morning, someone pounding on her door awoke Rogue. Rogue groaned and looked at the clock. It read ten AM. Rogue lifted her head temporarily from the pillow.
"Go away! Ah'm sleepin'!"
"Come on Stripes! We're all eatin' and then goin' out. You gotta come too."
"Go without mah!"
"Oh like come on Rogue, it will be fun!"
Rogue groaned again. She knew Kitty would just phase in and get her if she didn't come out.
"All raght, all raght, Ah'm comin'."
Rogue rolled out of her bed and pulled on the purple pants and black shirt Vega had lent her. She pulled on the purple gloves and her shoes, put on light makeup, brushed her hair, and left the room.
Logan and Kitty were still by her door. Logan had on a tight, dark blue shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him snuggly. Kitty wore a pink shirt that came just above her belly button and a pair of light jeans.
The three made their way down to the kitchen. Rogue walked into the chaos first. Pyro, Freddie, and Pietro were arguing over the last donut. Magneto and Mystique kept eyeing each other and it looked like it was taking all of his strength for Logan not to kick Sabertooth's ass.
Remy was in a conversation with one of the thieves. Rogue didn't recognize him. Kitty grabbed two poptarts and led Rogue away from the commotion.
"Where were you last night?"
Rogue eyed Kitty suspiciously. "Asleep."
"I'm not buying that. I like visited your room last night around one. You like weren't there."
"So?"
"So, were you like in Remy's room?"
"Wow, an' on the first guess too. Ah don't give ya enough credit Kitty."
Kitty ignored the insult. "So, what did you to like do?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "We made love."
Kitty's mouth dropped. "You what? But how?"
Rogue snorted. "Reality check Kitty, we can't do any o' that stuff. We just talked."
Kitty raised her eyebrow. "Talked? That's it?"
"Well, we kissed too, but we do that everytime we're togetha."
"How?"
"Through my sheer shirts, but that ain't important."
"Yes it is! And for like how long have you been going out with him?"
"Over two months."
"What?!"
A few people glanced their way and Rogue glared at them. Logan, Jean, Scott, and Kurt wandered over.
"What's up you guys?"
Rogue looked at Jean, but Kitty was the one to speak. "Rogue was just about to tell me exactly how long she's been going with Gambit and like WHY she never told me."
Everyone looked at Rogue. "Well, go on Stripes."
Rogue sighed and told them the basic overview. Jean and Kitty were saying how sweet it all was, Scott was lecturing her on dating the enemy, and Kurt and Logan had gone all protective and asked her things like 'was he a gentlemen'.
A little while later, Vega walked in. She had been up for a while and had gone horseback riding. She had just taken a shower when her stomach rumbled. Not thinking, she headed downstairs in her towel, which barely reached mid thigh. It was Vega's normal routine. The other thieves didn't care, since most of them did the same.
As Vega entered the room, the group fell silent. The males, excluding Remy, the Professor, and Magneto, were all eyeing her. Vega looked around. She rolled her eyes and grabbed some juice and fruit out of the refrigerator.
"What, haven' any o' yo' eva seen a fille in a towel befo'?"
Most of the males looked away, but Vega turned to find Piotr looking at her intently. And he wasn't looking at her body, but her eyes. Vega stared at him for a moment before looking away. Remy saw this and eyed Piotr suspiciously.
Vega changed into a pair of low-rise black pants and a skin-tight red shirt. After everyone was ready, she grabbed her leather jacket and stood in the foyer looking over the group.
"Okay, da hommes can go wit' Remy an' da femmes wit' me. Rem, meet me back here at seven fo' dinna. An' Rem?"
"Oui?"
Vega pulled Remy aside. "Get something formal fo' dem."
"Why?"
"Da Guild be throwin' a gala an' some o' dem can come."
"Some?"
"Oui, some, outsiders be comin' too so de ones dat look funny can' come. It be a couple thing so I already picked de couples."
"Who are dey?"
Vega smiled. "Don' worry, yo' be wit' Rogue. But make sure yo' get something formal fo' Pietro, John, Piotr, Scott, Logan, Magneto, Kurt, Sam, an' Lance."
"Okay den."
The two groups split up. After shopping for regular clothes, Vega took them to a formal shop. The shop was expensive and carried everything from cocktail dresses to formal dresses to fancy sportswear.
A tall, middle aged woman greeted them. "Bon Jour. Welcome t' Annabelle's. Can I be o' service t' yo'?"
Vega smiled. "Yes, we be lookin' fo' some o' yo' sportswear an' yo' evenin' dresses."
The lady smiled. "O' course yo' are. Den let's do de sportswear first."
Two other women walked up to them and led them to the area of the store that sold sportswear. The girls chose a different outfit each. Most of them were black and sexy. An hour or two later, they headed to the area of the store that sold evening gowns.
(I'm not describing the sportswear or the evening gowns in detail because that would take far too long and I am going to be describing most of them at later times anyway.)
There were more assistants in the evening gown section. It was one employee to every two girls. Rogue and Vega went through various dresses before they found ones that they liked. Vega's was an attractive gold dress and Rogue's was a sexy black dress.
At six forty-five, the group headed back to Vega's home. When they arrived, Vega pulled Mystique, disguised as an attractive adult brunette, aside. She knew there was a problem. Vega had Mystique and Magneto as a pair for the gala and now she needed to convince Mystique to go along with it.
"Mystique, I'd like t' bring at least one adult along t' watch over de others in case dey be getting' out o' hand. I know dat since Logan, Storm, an' most o' de Acolytes are goin', you be wantin' t' go as well t' make sure dat none o' yo' members be, well, recruited o' something, oui?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, dis gala be a couple gala an' since de Professor handicap an' Beast an' Sabertooth look funny, dey can' go, but de other can. So, unless yo' want t' risk da chance one o' yo' members get recruited by de X-Men or de Acolytes, it be in yo' best interests to go wit' Magneto."
"What?"
Vega rolled her eyes at Mystique's yell. It was expected of course. "Look, it be de only way 'cause I'd like yo' to be goin' t' de ball since yo' not be able t' be getting' out much now."
Mystique growled, but Vega saw the wheels in her head spinning. The hateful look on her face and the following look of defeat let Vega know she had won.
"Fine, but don't expect us to be chummy."
"Oh no, jus' t' be civil an' dance."
Mystique nodded and the two headed inside. Vega smiled. Magneto wouldn't care as much as Mystique and the worst part was over. The gala was in a few days. She was greeted by confusion when she walked into her home.
Monet strolled up to her, an angry look on his face. "De Blob man ate de food! What we supposed t' do fo' dinner?"
Vega saw some of the thieves and others pointing accusingly and glaring at Blob. Some were even yelling. One thing you never want to do is upset a thief before a mission. And that went double for hungry thieves. Vega rolled her eyes and growled. Only one thing would work. Vega climbed her black leather chair.
"QUIET!"
Everyone turned to Vega. She glanced around. "Blob did yo' eat all my food?"
Blob nodded. Vega growled. "Next time yo' do dat, yo' gon' be payin' fo' it all. Check wit' me o' one o' de other thieves befo' yo' eat. Got it?"
Blob nodded and Vega continued. "As fo' dinner, we be getting' pizza. Den I be shoppin' fo' food wit' some others."
Everyone grumbled, but nodded. Vega took a cell phone out of her pocket. She tossed her leather jacket to one of the thieves, who put it in the closet while she ordered lots of pizzas.
"Okay, I be goin' t' pick up de pizzas in a few minutes. Anyone care t' go wit' me?"
No one raised their hand. After a few moments, Piotr stepped forward and spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"I vill go."
Vega smiled gently at him and nodded. "Thank yo'."
"How can you get so many pizzas in so little time?"
Vega turned to Jean. "I got de connections Red."
A few minutes later, Vega got Piotr and headed to the garage. She called out to Monet on her way.
"Monet, grab de keys fo' me."
"Which ones?"
"The Lamborghini Gallardo."
Monet tossed her the keys. Pietro zipped over to her before she and Piotr could head out the door.
"Did you say Gallardo?"
Vega nodded. "Yeah."
A few of the others gathered. Toad hopped over and looked up curious. "What's a Gallardo man?"
"Only one of the fastest cars made by Lamborghini. It's fast, sleek, and expensive. How did you get one?"
Vega shrugged. "Stole it, like most everything else."
Jean, Scott, and Charles looked at her with disapproval, but Pietro looked at her in awe.
"You stole that car?"
"Yeah and it was pretty easy, but pizzas waiting."
"Wait, can I look at it."
"I guess, but don't touch."
The group headed to the garage and looked at one of the many cars in there. The Gallardo was very sleek. It was black and had dark blue and silver flames on its side. Vega pushed a button on the side and the doors unlocked.
She and Piotr climbed in the car. Vega started the engine and zoomed off at 50 MPH. She blazed out of her driveway. On the way, she and Piotr talked.
"So, why do yo' work fo' Magneto, yo' don' seem like de type."
"I was forced to."
"What'd he do, blackmail yo'?"
"Yes."
"Damn, I be sorry."
"It is no one's fault but my own."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"Who do you think you will work for?"
"Yo' mean if I decide t' join a team. If I do, it will be Magneto. I don' really think mutants an' humans can get along, at least not yet."
"But why?"
"Let's just say I've seen too much. I know what really goes on."
"Oh."
An awkward silence followed. Vega popped in a CD. A woman with a beautiful voice started singing.
"Who is the one singing?"
"Actually, dat be me."
Piotr looked at Vega curiously. "That beautiful voice is yours?"
Vega blushed slightly. "Yes, dat be mine."
"Do you write your own songs?"
"Most o' them."
The conversation picked up from there. Piotr and Vega were really getting along. They picked up the pizzas and headed back to the house. Once they got there, everyone dug in. Piotr and Vega continued their talk. Then Vega's cell phone rang. Vega got everyone to quiet down.
"Hello?"
"Vega, it be your father. We have a job fo' yo' team."
"We be right over."
Vega ended the call. The thieves looked intently at her, obviously excited.
"We got a mission t' do."
Martine's blue and silver eyes glittered with excitement. "Finally. It been almost two weeks since we had a mission."
"Yo' go get ready, meet down here in ten minutes."
Monet, Gerard, Verrill, Clarissa, Martine, and Mathieu headed upstairs. Vega turned to Remy with a smile on her face. Her eyes glittered mischievously.
"So, Remy, yo' rusty o' do yo' still got da skills?"
"Oh, Remy think yo' know the answer to dat."
"Yo' want t' tag along?"
"Oui, but o' course."
"Magneto, mind if my brother joins me fo' some fun?"
"No."
"Good. Go suit up an' meet down here in ten. An' Rem?"
"Oui?"
"Since dis be my team, I be runnin' dis mission, oui?"
"Oui, but Remy gon' talk t' father 'bout runnin' his own mission soon."
"Fine. Now go change, will yo'?"
Remy nodded and left. Vega turned to leave. Rogue called out to her and stopped her before she could exit the room.
"What this about a mission?"
"De Thieves Guild has somethin' it needs stolen an' we gon' steal it fo' dem."
"And Remy gonna be comin' with ya?"
"Oui."
"What are ya gonna steal?"
"Dunno yet, but we be back soon."
Ten minutes later, Remy, Vega, Monet, Martine, Verrill, Clarissa, and Mathieu appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. They were all wearing the thieve uniforms.
The women were wearing tight, black pants and tight, black tank tops. They also had long, black gloves that ran up to their upper arm, below the shoulder. They also had black boots. They wore their hair in tight ponytails.
The men were wearing an out fit like Remy's Acolyte one, but completely black and with black gloves as well. The boots were black as well.
On their hips rested weapon belts. In the weapon belts were a bo staff, a knife, a gun, and other unidentifiable objects. Vega grabbed a few keys and tossed them to various people. She kept one for herself.
"Remy an' Clarissa get de Ferrari, Monet an' Martine get de Lamborghini, Verrill and Mathieu take de Aston Martin, an' I be taking de motorcycle. Meet at mon pere's."
The group nodded and headed out. Remy stopped by Rogue's side and kissed two of his gloved fingers. He pressed them softly to Rogue's lips.
"Remy be back, mon chere."
"Be careful swamp rat."
Remy smiled. "Anything fo' yo' petite."
Remy headed out the door and the group headed to Jean-Luc's to be debriefed.
A/N: I hope you all liked it. Sorry that the end was a little week, but the next chapter should be better. Please review!
PS-for those of you who love ROMY, there is a petition you might want to sign. Currently, 20th Century Fox has Rogue in a relationship with Iceman (Bobby Drake) in the X-Men Movie series, which I think makes ZERO sense. Anyway, if you want to see a ROMY in X3, you can go to PetitionOnline and click on Entertainment. Scroll down to the 'X's and click on X-Men 3; Gambit and Rogue. Okay, that's all, now PLEASE go review!
PPS- Here's something that I'm gonna start putting at the end of all my chapters: Weird X-Men trivia. I just thought some of the things I found out on Internet about various X-Men characters was strange and I wanted to share them. Here is this chapter's:
Amanda Sefton (Kurt's current girlfriend) was actually a mutant in the comics. She was known as Daytripper and her power was that she was a sorceress. What's more, not only was she light skinned, blonde haired, and blue-eyed, but she was also Kurt's foster sister. Talk about weird (its also technical incest).