Author's note: So, I decided to post this chapter a lot sooner than I originally planned because I thought people would like another Romy chappy. Hope you like it. And if you don't, I'm sorry. Actually I'm not 'cause I like it. A lot. Hehe.
Making a Connection
by, Caliente
Chapter 8 – First Date
Rogue's POV – After the cannonball incident, around 1:00
Rogue walked through the institute grumbling about her brother and how to exact her revenge. When she reached her room, she was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice the figure standing in the shadows. She just walked in grabbed a towel and made a beeline for the bathroom. Moments later, the shower could be heard. The shadowy figure moved around the room, careful not to disturb anything. His new favorite pastime was to watch his chere and now that he was here, he was going to stay for the show. He heard the water stop and the door opened. Out stepped Rogue wearing only a short towel. She was still muttering about how much she hated her brother. Her beauty struck the shadowed figure. Without all of the make-up he could see her deep green eyes. He could see her milky skin in the light. He smiled to himself knowing that this show was just for him. The hairs on the back of Rogue's neck perked up. Suddenly she felt like she was being watched. She spun around and caught a glimpse of shiny red eyes.
"REMY!" she shrieked suddenly. "What the hell ya doin' heah?"
Remy leaped over the furniture and grabbed her mouth with his gloved hand. "Shh chere," Remy said quietly, "Do y' wan' de whole institute t' know Remy's here?" 'Mon Dieu (My God) LeBeau,' thought Remy to himself, 'You must really be losing your touch if the fille knows your every movement.'
Slowly she shook her and he removed his hand. Suddenly she was very aware that she was wearing only a towel and he was standing very close to her. She started to move away and desperately tried to cover herself. Gambit grabbed her wrists and pulled her close. She flinched but he was too strong for her to get away.
"Don' worry, Remy told y' he won' hurt y' none," Remy whispered in her ear. His words tickled her ears.
"Ah'm worried that Ah'll hurt ya," responded Rogue looking away from his piercing gaze.
"Remy be fully clothed chere," the Cajun answered with a smirk. And it was true because he had on a white wife beater that showed off his pecs nicely with dark blue jeans that showed off his nice butt and of coarse his trademark trench coat. He also had on black leather gloves and black combat boots. "An' he didn' know y' cared so much."
"Ah don't," Rogue replied indignantly. "Ah just don't want ya slimy thoughts in mah head all day."
Remy continued to check her out with a big grin. "Chere, Remy ne vous a jamais vu regarder plus beau que vous regardez en ce moment. (Dear, Remy has never seen you look more beautiful than you look right now.)," Remy commented smirking slightly at her.
"What're ya talkin' about Swamp Rat?" Rogue inquired looking slightly confused.
"Remy t'inks all dat junk y' be putting on y'r face hides y' belle eyes," replied Remy simply.
Rogue blushed slightly at this remark.
"Get dressed," the good-looking Cajun ordered. "Remy's gonna show y' a good time."
"Alright Swamp Rat," said Rogue with a sassy smile. "Why the hell not?" She looked at him pointedly, "Now do ya mind?"
"Non (No), Remy don' mind a bit," he smirked back in response.
"Just turn 'round, okay?!" an exasperated Rogue pleaded.
"Fine, y' twisted Remy's arm," answered Gambit as he turned around.
Just as Rogue was about to drop the towel, she noticed the red on black eyes watching her intensely in the mirror on the dresser. Rogue glared at Gambit before grabbing a nearby scarf and wrapping it tightly over the Cajun's eyes. He chuckled as she cried, "This is not as show!"
Moving at a speed that would have made Quicksilver look slow, Rogue threw on a pair of light blue jeans with a rip in the knee and pulled her favorite combat boots on. She grabbed a forest green tank top (A/N: like the black one in Seasons 1 and 2 but with no over shirt) and slipped a short black leather trench coat over it. The coat had a belt at the waist and just reached her butt. She threw on her usual gothic makeup but lighter. She opted for some burgundy lip gloss instead of the purple and leaving out the pale powder, however she left the eye shadow the same. She grabbed her signature gloves off the dresser and turned her attention back to Remy. He was standing in the exact same position that she had left him in. She smiled and moved to grab the scarf off his head. He caught her off guard by pulling her toward him, placing the scarf in between their lips and kissing her sweetly. He let her go and she just stared at him in shock, completely speechless.
"Well, let's go," smirked Remy as he enjoyed the look of shock on Rogue's face. He swiftly led Rogue onto the balcony and down onto ground. They managed to sneak outside of the gates. Rogue immediately saw a really nice motorcycle. She smiled inwardly. She loved the freedom of riding on a bike. Rogue had ridden with Logan on his bike or baby as he affectionately called it, numerous times. He even let her drive occasionally. (A/N: I know that she rode with Logan in the episode "Stuff of Heroes" and she drove too.) And, once or twice she had borrowed his bike for midnight joyrides. She had yet to be caught, but she had a feeling he knew.
Rogue decided to fake that she didn't know anything about motorcycles. "We're ridin' that?" she inquired with fake caution. She managed a worried look and she frowned slightly.
"Oui," was all Remy said as an answer. He handed her a sleek black helmet and continued, "Y' wear dis. Remy would never forgive himself if somet'ing happened t' y'r pretty head."
"Can Ah drive?" asked Rogue with her coyest smile. "Puh-lease." She looked up at him innocently and pouted slightly.
"Très bien (fine)," the Cajun answered looking at her doubtfully as she climbed on the bike.
"Now, which is the gas and which is the break?" Rogue was looking at the bike like it was an alien technology. "Neva mind, Ah'll get the hang of it. Get on Swamp Rat." With a big grin, Rogue started the engine and kicked up the kickstand. "Ya comin'?"
"Oui," Remy looked a little frightened. He hoped on the bike behind Rogue. Without another glance, Rogue let loose. She drove off quickly with major skill and Remy had to hold on tightly to keep from flying off the back. She took the turns with ease and sped up more enjoying the freedom and the Cajun's shock. After a little while, Remy told Rogue to stop the hog. She complied and swiftly hopped off the bike. She removed the helmet to reveal a big smile. Remy, clearly shaken up by the whole ordeal, gently eased himself off the bike. He looked at Rogue in surprise while she smirked at him.
"Phew," Rogue gasped. "Ah needed that."
"Where did dat come from chere?" asked a shook up Cajun.
"Ya neva know with us Southern Belles Swamp Rat," replied Rogue who was still smirking. "Ah know mah way around a bike."
"Évidemment (Obviously)," Remy said slyly. "Remy is very impressed chere."
"So, where we goin' Swamp Rat?" Rogue asked curiously. She looked around but it was mostly bars. 'Surely he isn't taking me out drinking,' she thought surprised. 'He must know I'm underage. Isn't he underage?'
"Remy t'ought y'd like t' play pool for a while," Gambit answered with a grin. He led her towards a slightly run down pool hall. Once inside he went over to the bartender who clearly knew him well.
"Remy my good man, come to hustle a few boys out of their money tonight?" asked the bartender named Roy. He was a bald, plump man in his early 50s with a friendly smile.
"Non mon ami (No my friend), Remy be here on a date," Remy gestured toward Rogue. He winked at her as he added, "A date wit' de mos' belle fille."
"She's nice lookin', what the heck's she doin' with you?" joked Roy with a friendly grin. "You're nothin' but trouble."
Before Remy could respond, Rogue cut in, "Don't Ah know it." Both Roy and Gambit looked at her with surprise. She continued, "What kinda date is this, my date's talkin' 'bout meh like Ah'm not even heah." She pouted slightly.
"Look's like she's got you're number," Roy said turning his attention back to Remy.
"What about some drinks boys?" Rogue interrupted once more with a touch of sass in her voice.
"Two beers please," responded Gambit quickly.
"Make it a beer an' a Coke," corrected Rogue.
Roy went got them their drinks and then proceeded to help some other customers. Remy turned to Rogue with a confused look on his face.
"Ah didn't think ya would wanna break too many laws in one night," Rogue stated obviously. "Ah'm underage. Ah'm only 16 ya know, well almost 17 but still. And by the way how old are ya?"
Remy looked surprised at this new development. "Vraiment? (Really?) Remy t'ought y' were older. He knew y' were still in high school but he t'ought y' were 18. Gambit be 21 years old." He paused for a moment and then winked adding, "At leas' dat's what mon ID says. Remy actually be 19. Too bad, y' still jailbait."
"Get ya mind outta the gutta Swamp Rat," Rogue retorted quickly. "Not like we could do any o' that stuff anyway." She glanced up at him. "An' Ah highly doubt that ya have any qualms about breakin' the law."
"Well, Remy can dream, can' he?" smirked Gambit as he watched her blush slightly, which was more evident without the pale makeup.
"So, what's this 'bout playin' some pool?" Rogue said quickly changing the subject. "Ah love pool. We have a table at the institute."
"Well, Remy never play fo' not'ing," Remy said thoughtfully. "What should we wager petite?"
"Hmmm…" contemplated Rogue, "Ah don't wanna lose mah money. How 'bout the winnah gets ta ask a question and the losah must answah truthfully and ta the winnah's satisfaction."
"Remy would have settled fo' a kiss chere," the handsome Cajun responded with a smirk. 'Remy loves making mon cher angry,' he thought to himself. 'She is so cute when she's angry. And she has a sharp tongue. That girl's got sass. But Remy's definitely still in control. Just another fille. Another challenge to overcome.' Again the small voice argued with his thoughts.
"Yeah, an' then who'd be stuck carryin' ya're comatose body home?" Rogue shot back. 'Damn him and his sexy smirk,' she thought. 'That arrogant Cajun needs somebody to put him in his place. I'm just the gal to do it. That Swamp Rat won't know what hit him.' Rogue gave Remy a smug look as she waited for his response.
"Fine, Remy agrees t' y' terms," agreed Remy. "Let's take dat table back dere chere."
"Why the one all the way in the corna Swamp Rat?" inquired Rogue eyeing him suspiciously.
"Dat's de seduction table petite," answered Remy with a smug look of his own.
"Whatevah," Rogue muttered throwing her hands up as a mock surrender. As Remy led her to the secluded table she couldn't help but think, 'What the hell have I gotten myself into?'
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