Author's Note: Romy time, you know you love it. I love their relationship SO much!! Sorry, I'm gushing like a lunatic.

Making a Connection

by, Caliente

Chapter 4 – The Thief Steals a Heart

Rogue's POV – After dinner in Kitty and Rogue's room

"ROGUE!" shouted Kitty from their room, "get in here, like, NOW!"

"What is it Kitty?" Rogue asked running in and panting slightly. "Is everythin' alright?"

"There are a flower and a present on your bed," the younger girl answered excitedly. "Who's it from? What is it? Ohmigod, you have a secret admirer."

"Slow down Kitty," said Rogue in a nonchalant sort of way. She sat on her bed and picked up the rose. It was beautiful. She smelled the flower slowly before noticing the card. It was a playing card, with the King of Hearts on one side. On the other side there was a message. Mon chere. Vous êtes la fille la plus belle que Gambit a jamais rencontrée. Gambit vous verra bientôt. Jusque-là, au revoir. (My dear. You are the most beautiful girl that Gambit ever met. Gambit will be seeing you soon. Until then, good-bye.) Rogue's eyes widened slightly. She moved to the box and opened it. Inside was a long sleeved peasant top, it was dark green to match her eyes. Rogue slowly removed the shirt and held it to her body carefully examining it. Kitty gasped slightly when she saw the shirt.

Kitty had been patient long enough. "So?" she prodded her best friend. "Who's it from?"

Rogue turned to look at her as if in a daze. "Gambit," she replied softly.

"OHMIGOD?!" Kitty shouted in shock. "Wow. You argue with a guy once and he sends you gifts. Life is, like, so unfair sometimes." Kitty sat on her bed with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Can I see what you got?"

Rogue nodded numbly and offered the card to Kitty as she lifted the rose up again. She moved onto the balcony and looked out at the view in a dazed state.

"Pssst. Chere (dear)," whispered an urgent voice.

"Gambit?" inquired Rogue quietly so that her perky roommate wouldn't hear.

Suddenly a dark figure swung down from the roof onto her balcony next to her. Rogue looked shocked as she turned to face the handsome Cajun man. His spiky brown hair was a little messy and he was slightly unshaven. She saw that Gambit was in his Acolyte outfit. He had on black slacks and a tight grey and red shirt that showed off his muscles along with his trademark trench coat and silver combat boots. She looked into his eyes; the deep red on black eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He smelled of Cajun spices and cigarettes, the same as the night before. He was standing very close to her and she became very aware of that fact when Gambit's arms reached around her waist. She immediately flinched but and tried to pull away.

"Don' worry," Gambit said huskily, "Remy won' hur' y' none."

"What the hell ya doin' here anyway Swamp Rat?" Rogue asked, with a touch of sass. "If Logan catches ya, ya're dead. And, last time Ah checked, we were still enemies. Or have ya forgotten that charged card ya so kindly handed meh when we first met or yer rudeness at our last two encountas?" She threw her famous Death Glare at him but he only smiled in return. 'Stupid Cajun,' Rogue thought. She was feeling angry and exhilarated by his flirtations toward her and that made her confused.

"It be wort' gettin' gored by de Wolverine if it meant Remy could see y', mon chere (my dear)," answered Remy smoothly. "An' Remy wasn' gon' hurt y', he only charged de card enough t' knock y' down. Plus, Remy was never rude t' y', he was charmin' and-"

"Unwelcome," Rogue interjected, looking away so he wouldn't see her blush. She was wondering if he knew just how hot he looked with that smirk. She figured he probably did, after all, he was a smooth talking Cajun. But why was he talking to her? Magneto must have told him she couldn't touch. 'Stop it girl!' Rogue scolded herself. 'You can't fall for the enemy, and this boy is definitely the enemy. He's dangerous and definitely a bad boy and nothing like Scott. He probably only wants a challenge with me. Damnit. Why can't I get him off my mind?' "Say, how did ya know mah size?" She was very curious, then remembering her Goth attitude and added, "And don't call meh chere!"

"Remy can tell y' size by watchin' y' chere," Remy replied with a smirk, his gloved hand grabbing her face and turning it toward him. Her big green eyes stopped the thief for a moment and their beauty struck him. 'I could really fall for this belle femme (beautiful woman),' he thought. 'Non, she's just a challenge. Every good thief should challenge himself. I never back down from a challenge.' A little voice in the back of his head told him otherwise.

"Don' call meh chere!" hissed Rogue, throwing another Death Glare his way. "An' who asked ya ta give meh gifts anyway?"

"Remy jus' wanted t' let y' know he is t'inkin' of y'," he replied smirking again, pulling her face closer to his with his gloved hands. "Chere, vous êtes bien plus beau quand vous êtes fou. (Dear, you are even more beautiful when you are mad.)"

"Je parle français que vous savez (I speak French you know.)," Rogue responded trying to pull away from him. His grip was too strong for her. She scowled slightly but gave in.

"Qui ledit Remy n'a pas voulu que vous le comprissiez? (Who said Remy didn't want you to understand him?)" asked Remy with innocent eyes.

"Le Cajun, ce qui suis moi allant faire avec vous? (Cajun, what am I gonna do with you?)" she inquired shaking her head with a small smile and rolling her eyes. 'Damnit, why am I flirting with him? I don't flirt!'

"Remy a quelques idées (Remy has a few ideas)," Remy said with another smirk.

'Does he have another facial expression?' Rogue wondered. 'I bet he just knows how cute his smirk is. Damn, there I go again with his looks. Can't get attached. He's the enemy.' "Ferme-la (Shut up) Swamp Rat," Rogue smiled playfully and swatted at him.

"Rogue," called Kitty from inside, "close the balcony door would you. It's cold."

"Guess ya have ta go again. So sad," said Rogue with light sarcasm, but loosing herself in his eyes once more.

"Remy be seein' y'," Gambit answered with that same smirk. "So don' fret mon cher."

"Wha–" started Rogue, but he just saluted and bowed (A/N: Same as their first encounter in "Day of Reckoning Part 2") and then he was gone. Rogue headed back inside deep in thought. She was wondering what it was that he knew and she didn't and slightly dazed by the encounter. As she reentered the room, Kitty just stared at her with a goofy smile on her face.

"Told you that you liked him," the younger girl muttered under her breath.

"Ah do not!" Rogue cried in defense. "Wait. How much did ya heah?"

"Let's just say, that I, totally, regret not taking French now," answered Kitty still smiling.

Rogue just stared at her roommate, speechless.

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Bobby's (Iceman) POV – A short time later in the common room

"So, is she hot?" Bobby, a.k.a. Iceman and resident practical joker, asked.

Amara, a.k.a. Magma, shot him a Death Glare to rival Rogues. It was no secret that they liked each other and Amara had been very disappointed that Bobby had yet to ask her out.

"Try to show some compassion," answered Scott quickly. "I mean, she just got here and already she's in the med lab."

"Well, now, that's more your fault than hers isn't it?" Bobby continued oblivious to Amara's glares and Scott's guilty expression.

Scott's eyes narrowed as he glared at Bobby and silently felt renewed guilt.

"No, Bobby," Jean replied for Scott, "Scott stopped the beam but it was too late, the damage was done. It was nobody's fault."

"Sure, sure," Bobby muttered under his breath. Then he turned to Amara with what he apparently thought was a winning smile. Amara just continued to glare at Bobby, not ready to forgive him.

Just then Kitty and Rogue entered the room, arguing as usual.

"Listen Rogue," Kitty cried exasperated, "you, like, totally, like him. Just admit it to yourself and get out of this bad mood already."

"Kitty," Rogue responded harshly, "leave it alone! Ah don't wanna talk about it!"

"Fine!" shouted Kitty in response, "just admit you like him and I'll let it go."

"Ah do not like him!" Rogue yelled.

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do n–"

Cut it out you two! Jean scolded.

"Stay out of my mind!" shouted both Kitty and Rogue together. Then they looked at each other and started to laugh.

Everybody in the common room was now staring at them.

"What are y'all lookin' at?" Rogue asked looking around the room confused. "Haven't ya eva seen two friends argue befo'?"

"Well obviously," stated Bobby matter-o-factly, "I mean we live with you two–"

"Bobby!" shouted just about everybody in the room, glaring at him.

Amara began to snicker, sending him a sympathetic look. Apparently she had forgiven him.

Bobby grinned at Amara causing her to blush. The kids in the room all stared at them for a moment before heading back to their respective activities.

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