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This is a short one shot from Gambits POV about something that happened during Dark Horizons 1 and 2. If you have not sent those episodes then you missed something very cool. It takes place sometime after when Gambit has time to reflect.
Reflections
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She kissed him.
He gripped his head, as if to rip the memory from his mind.
She kissed him, and he did not stop her.
It was all wrong, that kiss, because it was not a kiss of passion or
lust but a kiss as a weapon. She used it to steal his power.
He did not stop her because he did not want her to stop.
He wanted her to kiss him, to see if she was really as dangerous as he had heard.
She was.
He had given and gotten thousands of kisses. This kiss was only a
ghost of a memory. He remembered the way she looked at him, her eyes
glazed, as she fought with him. It must be a trick of his imagination
to think that the second before her lips touched his her eyes cleared
and he saw desire there.
He should put this out of his mind. It meant nothing. She was only
doing what she was made to do.
Why, then, could he not forget that kiss and the girl who gave it to him?
"I can have any woman I want. They fall at my feet," he spoke quietly
making a grand sweeping gesture at the floor. He jammed his hands in
his pockets. She was under the spell of Mesmero. He was just another
victim of Mesmero's mind control over her that night. That is all it
was. She was collecting and he was one that needed collecting from.
Just like all the others. But she did not kiss any of her other
victims.
Just him.
He pushed both his hands through his hair and began to pace. She did
pretty well with her kiss. He sensed that she did not have a lot of
experience, but he was sure she would be a spectacular given the right
education on the matter.
"Hold on, Cajun. Remember, the fille can't be touched," he scolded himself.
Damn.
There had to be a reason she kissed him and no one else.
His charm? Certainly, but he had hardly spoken to her before this.
He HAD noticed her. She was different, and not just her make-up and
clothes. She was tough and loyal. He liked that about her. Not to
mention she was sexy as hell.
And she KISSED him!
He shook his head, "Why I stuck on dat X-girl I cant touch?"
He stopped pacing.
Can't touch.
She could not touch with out hurting him, yet he could not keep her
out of his thoughts. He could never have her, not like any of the
others, and he knew it, yet he still wanted her.
There it was.
She kissed him.
"Now Cajun," he said quietly, "what are you gonna do about it?"
~~~
This came to me while I was working on my other story. Had to get it
out or it would drive me mad!!!
Thanks!
This is a short one shot from Gambits POV about something that happened during Dark Horizons 1 and 2. If you have not sent those episodes then you missed something very cool. It takes place sometime after when Gambit has time to reflect.
Reflections
~~~
She kissed him.
He gripped his head, as if to rip the memory from his mind.
She kissed him, and he did not stop her.
It was all wrong, that kiss, because it was not a kiss of passion or
lust but a kiss as a weapon. She used it to steal his power.
He did not stop her because he did not want her to stop.
He wanted her to kiss him, to see if she was really as dangerous as he had heard.
She was.
He had given and gotten thousands of kisses. This kiss was only a
ghost of a memory. He remembered the way she looked at him, her eyes
glazed, as she fought with him. It must be a trick of his imagination
to think that the second before her lips touched his her eyes cleared
and he saw desire there.
He should put this out of his mind. It meant nothing. She was only
doing what she was made to do.
Why, then, could he not forget that kiss and the girl who gave it to him?
"I can have any woman I want. They fall at my feet," he spoke quietly
making a grand sweeping gesture at the floor. He jammed his hands in
his pockets. She was under the spell of Mesmero. He was just another
victim of Mesmero's mind control over her that night. That is all it
was. She was collecting and he was one that needed collecting from.
Just like all the others. But she did not kiss any of her other
victims.
Just him.
He pushed both his hands through his hair and began to pace. She did
pretty well with her kiss. He sensed that she did not have a lot of
experience, but he was sure she would be a spectacular given the right
education on the matter.
"Hold on, Cajun. Remember, the fille can't be touched," he scolded himself.
Damn.
There had to be a reason she kissed him and no one else.
His charm? Certainly, but he had hardly spoken to her before this.
He HAD noticed her. She was different, and not just her make-up and
clothes. She was tough and loyal. He liked that about her. Not to
mention she was sexy as hell.
And she KISSED him!
He shook his head, "Why I stuck on dat X-girl I cant touch?"
He stopped pacing.
Can't touch.
She could not touch with out hurting him, yet he could not keep her
out of his thoughts. He could never have her, not like any of the
others, and he knew it, yet he still wanted her.
There it was.
She kissed him.
"Now Cajun," he said quietly, "what are you gonna do about it?"
~~~
This came to me while I was working on my other story. Had to get it
out or it would drive me mad!!!
Thanks!