Author's note: So here's some one on one time for Rogue and Remy. I split this chapter into two parts, so I hope that you enjoy part 1. If you don't like suspense… don't read it until part 2 is up. Just my advice. Hope you like it!!

Shout outs:

Roguechere: Not Kietro, Kiotr… PROMISE. Here's the update, as requested. Enjoy.

Rogue151: I feel you. Bobby and Rogue freak me out a little. Hope you like the story as it continues. :)

JamaykanQueen89: Well, the touching thing isn't that big of an issue in this story… 'cause they don't touch. Maybe in the sequel I'll approach it more. I'm not really sure. We'll see.

Ishandahalf: That's an actual conversation I had with some friends about this guy. I didn't create the metaphorical skirt… I stole it from my friend. Alas, another thing I do not own. And I'm glad you like the flirting. Poor Remy's tryin' so hard. But Rogue's givin' him nothing!

The Flirt and the Rogue

by, Caliente

Chapter 7 – The First Lesson Part 1

Rogue avoided the dinner rush, opting instead to eat a bowl of soup and bread in her room. She was not sick, just sick of Gambit and her friends talking about him. So she mentally paged Betsy and the two girls shared some soup and bread in their room while giggling about the Brendan Leonard Show (A/N: Don't own, very cute though). Then Rogue concentrated on her homework while Betsy talked to Warren on the phone. Around 8:40, Rogue grudgingly changed into a pair of loose black sweat pants, a black tank top with a forest green zip up sweatshirt (light material so it wouldn't overheat her), her favorite black combat boots, and of course her trademark gloves. She pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail with some little white tendrils framing her face. She nodded to her best friend as she left her to talk with her boyfriend. Rogue made her way to the danger room and when she arrived it was pitch black. "Hello?" she called tentatively. "Gambit, are ya heah?"

"Lights," a deep voice called. There was Remy leaning against a wall a few feet away from her, playing with a deck of cards. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she studied him. He was wearing a headband that held his longish spiky hair out of his eyes. With the hair out of his strange eyes, Rogue could admire how unique they were. He had sharp angular features that fit his handsome face. He wore a tight black shirt that showed off his pecs and clearly defined 6-pack. He wore a pair of black pants with silver metal combat boots. Over his outfit he wore a slightly ratty brown trench coat. Remy's eyes came up to meet hers and he shot her a big smile.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "Ah'm heah Gambit. What's with the dark room?"

"De eyes like de dark betta den de light," Remy shrugged. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on over his demon eyes with another grin.

"Oh," Rogue wasn't sure how to respond. She decided to change the subject. "So what are we gonna do fo' the next hour an' a half?"

"Well chere, Remy has a few ideas," the Cajun said suggestively.

"Sure thang sugah," Rogue replied in a flirty voice. "At least when ya dead, Ah won't have ta be annoyed by ya anymo'."

"Alright chere, let's get down t' business," Remy remarked walking over to the computer controls. "Now, wit' y' powers, Remy's gonna teach y' de art o' stealt'. Y' gonna need t' be able t' get close enough t' y' "victim" t' use y' powers." He turned back to Rogue. "Ready chere?" Rogue nodded, still confused. "Ragin' Cajun program 3372." Rogue snickered at the Ragin' Cajun code while he just smiled flirtatiously. Suddenly the room was altered to a mansion at night with Remy and Rogue standing outside the gate. "Okay, we're gonna sneak in dis mansion and rob de place."

"Why?" Rogue asked in a confused tone.

"Do y' know of any hommes dat are more stelt'y dan t'ieves?" Remy asked

"Ah guess not," Rogue replied skeptically.

"Den, after y' chere," Gambit told her with a lopsided grin.

~*~*~*About an hour into the training*~*~*~

"Okay, dat's enough chere," Gambit told her. They had been sneaking into different mansions, banks, museums, and government buildings. She had a natural ability and he helped her with her technique.

Rogue looked at her watch and then back at the Cajun man. "Are we endin' early Swamp Rat? How sad," she told him sarcastically.

"Non, we ain' ending yet," Remy said heading to where Wolverine kept the weapons. He grabbed two wooden Bo Staffs. He tossed one to her which she caught effortlessly. She gave him a questioning look. "An' now we're gonna work on y' weapon skills." He told the computer to run program "Dojo 4249" and the room suddenly became a training facility. (A/N: Like that room in The Matrix.)

"What is this an' how do Ah use it?" Rogue inquired curiously.

"Dis," Remy gestured to the stick, "is a Bo staff. An' it's Gambit's favorite weapon. Don' worry, Remy'll teach y' how t' use other weapons too. Dis weapon is t' teach control." Remy stood at the edge of the mat in the center of the room. Rogue moved to mirror his stance and grip on the staff. "Now, when Gambit moves," Remy moved to hit her in slow motion, "y' counter." Remy motioned for her to stop his attack. Rogue pushed his stick away and Gambit flashed a dimpled grin at her. "Good."

Gambit attacked Rogue with aim and precision and she deflected his attacks. Her motions were strong and she was clearly skilled but she had poor form. Often she left herself open for attack and he pinned her with his staff. As he stepped up his attacks, she stepped up her defense. They continued to fight and he was impressed by her determination. He moved to attack her from above and she managed to knock his feet out from underneath him. He let out a slightly surprised yelp as he landed on her butt. "Dat was good chere," Remy complimented before kicking her feet out from underneath her.

Rogue landed on her butt in his lap. Rogue glared at him as she tried to push herself off of him. He snaked his arms around her waist and held her down to him. She began to sweat and she felt her nerves grow. She didn't like her close proximity to him. "Let go of meh Swamp Rat."

And that's where I'm leaving you. Cliffhangers are a bitch aren't they. Next chapter will finish the lesson and yeah. Two more chapters left in this story. Read. Review. Tell me what you like and dislike. I'm curious.