Author's Note: Okay, as promised, ROMY chapter. I promised, so now I've delivered. I hope it's not TOO fluffy but hey, if it is too bad 'cause I'm the author. Anyway, next chapter will be not ROMY but the one after that is. So for all the die hard ROMY fans, no worries.

Shout outs:

Anda: Here's the ROMYness… hope it was fast enough for you. And you're right about Chris… she is dangerous. However, she mostly has control, it's just really strong emotions that push her too far. It will be approached more in the sequal.

Henrika4eva/romy4eva: I'm glad you enjoyed it. Logan doesn't seem like the type that would stop rule breaking if it's not hurting anybody. At least to me. But he still doesn't trust the Cajun man. I hope you like this update.

Yumiko: I'm glad you appreciate my updating skills. I hope you like this installment. Thanks for the reviews.

Making a Connection

by, Caliente

Chapter 6 – Just a Walk in the Forest

Rogue's POV – Later that same morning in Kitty and Rogue's room

*BAMF*

"Hello Keetty, Hello Rogue," suddenly Kurt's voice and the smell of sulfur and brimstone entered the room.

"Argh, Kurt," cried Kitty, "Don't you, like, ever knock?"

"Vhy?" asked Kurt innocently.

"What if we had been changing or something?" Kitty asked angrily. "And you let that like icky smell in."

"Touché, touché," Kurt responded. "Just came in to ask you and meine Schwester (my sister) if you gurls vere planning to eat breakfast. It's 10:30 and if you don't get down soon, there vill be no food left. Ray and Roberto are having some sort of eating contest." With that said, he teleported out once more. All that lingered was the sulfur and brimstone smell.

"Rogue, would you, like, please open the balcony doors? I can't stand that awful smell," Kitty pleaded with her roommate.

Rogue stood and went to the balcony. She opened the doors and smiled thinking about the night before. Kitty's voice shook her out of her trance.

"I'm heading down now, do you want a lift?" Kitty asked, offering her hand to phase both girls through the floor.

"Nah," Rogue replied simply. "Ah think Ah'll go for a walk, Ah'm not hungry."

"Okay," Kitty said, looking her roommate over with a concerned look before phasing down.

Rogue quickly changed into her new peasant top and necklace, skin tight black jeans (A/N: the pants she wears in season 3), and combat boots, along with her signature gloves. She quickly applied her gothic makeup before heading out of the room. She walked briskly through the institute and out the door. She wandered through the forest aimlessly toward the lake. She was completely wrapped up in her thoughts. So much so that she didn't notice the person following her. When she reached the lake, she stopped and sat down. She gazed out into the water and sighed wistfully. That's when she noticed another shadow in the water.

"Hey Cajun," she whispered.

The figure came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and said, "Bonjour chere (Hello dear)."

"What're ya doin' Swamp Rat?" Rogue asked quietly. "Why don't ya just leave meh alone?"

"Puisque Remy vous veut chere (Because Remy wants you dear)," Remy answered softly while turning her around to face him.

"Ya shouldn't want thangs ya can't have or say thangs ya don't mean," Rogue retorted looking down to hide her sad eyes. "And don't thank that Ah didn't heah ya followin' meh last night. Ya must be loosin' ya touch."

"Remy signifie ce qu'il dit (Remy means what he says.)," Remy replied lifting her head to face his with his gloved hands. Her eyes struck him once again. She seemed so genuine and honest. "Remy ne mentirait jamais à vous chere. (Remy would never lie to you dear.)" Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was true. He didn't want to hurt this girl. "An' Remy b' a t'ief. He never looses his touch." He smirked slightly.

"Ah wish Ah could believe ya're intentions are noble," Rogue started honestly. "But ya're the enemy. Ya can't be trusted. What if ya're just usin' meh? 'Sides, why would ya wan' a girl ya can' touch?" A single tear began to roll down her cheek. She tried to be strong but this stupid Cajun was breaking down her defenses.

Gambit didn't say anything as he wiped away her tear with a gloved hand. She flinched at first because of his touch but she didn't pull away. He continued to hold her face in his hands. He smiled warmly at her and said, "Remy won' hurt y', he promises."

"Do ya always refer to yaself in the third person?" Rogue asked hastily changing the subject and smiling wickedly.

"Oui (yes), most o' de time. Why?" Remy inquired, surprised at the sudden change of subject.

"Don't people find it annoyin'? Ah know Ah do," Rogue answered smirking to rival his own trademark expression.

"Y' cut Remy deep petite," answered the Cajun, feigning a hurt look.

"Well, somebody betta keep ya in check," Rogue commented with a sassy grin. Suddenly her look changed as she noticed her watch. "It's almost lunchtime. Best be headin' back Swamp Rat." She pulled away from him.

"Wait chere," Remy said grabbing her arm. "Y' never told Remy if y' liked y're gifts."

"The necklace was gorgeous and Ah love the shirt," Rogue started to gush. 'Oops. Can't let this Cajun get too full of himself.' She continued, "But mah favorite flowers are white lilies of the valley. Somehow, roses just don' compare." She smiled as she turned away once more.

"Until we meet again, chere," Gambit whispered as he watched her walk off. 'Merde (Shit). That femme (woman) will be the end of me.' He sighed and left as quietly as he had come.

Another Author's Note: Okay, so more ROMY! You know you love it. Anyway, Rogue may seem a little OOC but it's just because I figure that sometimes she has to let her defenses down when she's alone. And she doesn't full out cry or anything, just one tear.

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