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Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution
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How could she sleep when he was in the next room? He made her heart race whenever she thought of him. He made her knees go weak. No one had ever made her feel this way but he did. She slowly crept out of bed. She stepped towards the door at a slow pace as if she walked faster she would wake everyone up. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway, and then walked directly into someone. She would've fallen if the person didn't grab her arm and support her.
"'Careful chére." He whispered into her ear. Her stomach fluttered at the feeling of his warm breath on her neck. She quickly regained her balance. "What are y' doin' up at this time o' night?" Even in the darkness of the hallway she could sense his smirk.
"What are ya doin' outside mah room at this time of night?" She shot back at him, smiling. His red eyes glowed in the dark. His glowing eyes would have scared anyone senseless but not Rogue. She adored his eyes. They were unique. Certainly one of a kind.
"Does it matter?" He asked, pulling her closer towards him. His arms found their way around her waist and pulled her even closer to him. She rested her head on his chest. Rogue could feel his body heat through the thin material of his shirt. He felt her shiver.
"Not at all." She answered quietly; as if her voice would echo out through the hallway. It was hard for them to ever be alone in the mansion. Someone was usually somewhere, which was everywhere. The only privacy left in the institute was the bathrooms, which Remy considered not all that safe. Rogue agreed on that. She smiled. Absorbing Gambit had to be the best thing that ever happened to her. If you had asked her that several days ago, after she learned she had fully absorbed him, she probably would have said it was the worst. Things change. People change.
"We need t' talk." He suddenly said, his voice no higher than a whisper. "Wit'out one of 'de hormonal teenagers bouncin' 'round botherin' an' interruptin' us." It was the truth.
"Yeah, we do an' Ah know." She pulled away after his grip around her loosened up. "So what do ya suggest, Swamp rat?" She smirked at him.
He ran his fingers through her white fringes. "We could always go somewhere an' talk.. an' perhaps even eat, Marie."
Rogue looked up at him surprised. "Like a date?" Her words were loud. She winced at the thought of waking some one up. She looked around but the hallway remained silent.
"Oui, Roguey." Remy almost laughed, but instead he gave her a honest smile. "Like a date."
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Breakfast went as slow as ever. It wasn't an unusual breakfast, things still went the same; Kurt was having his third helpings on pancakes, Kitty was nitpicking at her flat pancake and debating whether to use a lot of syrup or not, Ray was using the toaster by sending electricity through it ("Wouldn't have my toast any other way," he had declared), and everyone else just sat around complaining about how they had to get up so early. Logan just sat at the end of the table reading his daily newspaper and morning coffee. No one noticed that Remy and Rogue, who were sitting across from each other, never took their eyes off each other, even as they ate. Remy didn't notice his bits of pancake kept falling off his fork before it reached his mouth, and he would chew the thin air. Rogue just sat there staring ahead while cutting up her pancake, which was now in shreds. Typical morning.
Logan looked up from his paper and noticed that Remy kept picking up the same piece of pancake with his fork then dropping it before it reached his mouth. He grunted. "That pancake good, Gumbo?"
"Huh?" The piece fell from the fork. He looked down at it and noticed it was the only piece missing from his pancake. "Oui, Wolvie.. 'Tis.." He picked it up with his fingers and plopped it in his mouth. ".. Cold."
Kitty glanced over at Rogue's plate. "I know my cooking isn't great Rogue, but.." She looked down at the shredded pancake. "It looks like it has been, like, ran through a paper shredder."
"Huh?" Rogue looked down at the shredded pancake. "Yeah.. Kitty, It's.." She blinked and looked up at Remy. "Delicious." Remy just licked his lips and winked at her.
Ray leaned down towards Amara. "Doesn't she realize she hasn't even tried it yet?" Amara just shrugged and smiled.
"She's too busy staring at Remy. She's probably daydreaming about him dipped in syrup and ready to be eaten." Amara said a little too loudly.
Logan spit out his mouthful of coffee, Remy choked on a piece of pancake and Rogue dropped her fork. Kitty burst out laughing, Kurt raised a brow; he didn't understand, and Ray (who's eye twitched) just whistled.
Yep. A typical breakfast at the institute.
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"How ya doin'?" Rogue asked stepping outside. Remy sat outside against the side of the staircase as the younger mutants splashed around in the pool.
"Better now 'dat yo're here." He said as she sat down next to him. "So, y' done daydreamin' 'bout dippin' me in syrup an' eatin' me up?"
She debated whether to kill him or not. "Why, no, Sugah. That is mah favorite fantasy." She leaned in closer to him and brought her lips to his ear. "An' Ah know what ya fantasize 'bout.."
He smirked. "Non. Y' have no idea, mon chére."
She laughed. "Yeah, Ah know. Ah need a perverted mind like yoahs ta know what ya think of me." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"I t'ink yo're great.. yo are probably even greater in bed.."
Rogue tried not to blush, but she still smiled. "That—" She whispered into his ear. "Ya might nevah find out.."
He brushed his fingers up against the black choker around her neck. "Oh, I t'ink I will.."
"Man." Ray said, getting out of the pool. "Those two need to get a room."
Amara laughed as she laid down on a towel in the sun. "Don't say that. They might actually do it."
"Do vhut?" Kurt suddenly asked bamf'ing into the pool. Before anyone could answer Kitty screamed.
"Kurt! You are, like, getting your fur in the water!"
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"Man, 'dat was one hell of a trainin' session." Gambit mumbled, wiping the sweat off his forehead as they walked up the hall. It was already night, day seemed to go by fast.
"Ah'd say. Ah had ta save ya like four times. Had yoah mind somewhere else, huh?"
Gambit shrugged. "Y' were 'de one in the tight, figure fittin' outfit.. very distractin'.." He paused. "Do y' hear 'dat?" They both walked towards Scott's room where weird noises were coming from. "What 'de hell.."
"Oh, Nurse Jean!" They heard Scott sigh loudly then heard him moan.. Quite loudly.
"Oh mah gawd. Let's get outta here.." She grabbed his hand and stared to pull him away. "Now!"
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"Remy officially has scary images in his head." Remy shook his head. "Ever notice 'dat it looks like Jean is wearin' a green thong?"
Rogue raised a brow and gave him a look as she got something to wear out of her dresser. "How would ya know?"
"Non, mon chére, I mean her uniform.. It be no where as.. tight.. er.. great as yors." He sighed. "Spandex is a wonderful t'ing."
"Horn dog." She laughed walking over. She pushed him down on the bed then made her way towards the door with clothes in her arms. He just laid there patiently waiting for her to return.
"Perhaps.." He said out loud. When Rogue came back in the room he patted the bed. "But look where it got me.."
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"Movies?" Remy asked as Rogue dragged him into the living room. "We goin' t' spend our night watchin' movies? Y' plop one Disney movie or talkin' animal movie in 'dat VCR an' Remy is outta here."
"Ya are the one who didn't want ta go out ta'night." Rogue stated sitting herself down on the couch. Remy lazily fell down next to her. He leaned his head on her shoulder.
"It be rainin'!" He paused. "We could always take a walk in the rain.. Get our clothes wet.." He leaned his head over more and lowered it down so his head was laying on her chest. "Wet clothes stick t' 'de body.." He stood up and grabbed her arm. "C'mon Roguey, we goin' fo' a walk!"
"We ain't goin' foh a walk." She laughed, pulling her arm out of his grip. He gave her pleading eyes.
"'Den we can play a game."
Rogue raised a brow. "What kinda game?"
"Y' can be Nurse Rogue.."
Rogue just grunted.
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Remy walked down the hallway towards Rogue's room. Her door was closed but that didn't stop him from peeking in. Her room was dark; no lights were on except for the light coming from the bathroom. Rogue was laying stretched out on her bed. She was wearing beige pants that stopped right above the middle of the calf and a dark green shirt that its sleeves went just below the elbow. Her arms were neatly folded behind her head and her eyes were closed. Remy entered the room. The door creaked. He cursed the oil-needing hinges until he noticed Rogue didn't even stir. He walked over and sat down at the side of her bed. She still didn't stir. He licked his lips and wished her shirt wasn't pulled up, revealing her creamy white skin. He reached his hand over and ran his fingers down her side. He smiled. Her skin was soft. He then leaned down and kissed the skin right below her navel. That seemed to wake her up.
"What are ya doin'?" She asked, looking at him surprised. She pulled down her shirt. He didn't respond, he just placed his hand at her side and leaned his face in towards her until his lips met hers. He slowly broke away.
"'Dat answer yor questions.. Chére?"
Rogue touched his chin with her fingertips. His chin was smooth, meaning he had just shaved. She then leaned her head in until her lips were close to his. "Not completely." His lips moved in and brushed across her slightly parted lips. He then wrapped his arms around her waist. She laid back down, with him laying down right next to her with his arms still around her. They stayed like that for the rest of the night.
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I hope this chapter was satisfaction. =P I really didn't know what to do with it. If I play my cards right.. (hehe.. li'l joke in there..) .. There should be at least.. Two more chapters. Heh, hard to believe this was supposed to be 4-5 chapters long. I'm trying to combine a different plot into this so maybe there can be a sequel.. *shrugs* My internet was cut off for a few days due to my dead modem. *kills it* :) Anyway, Read and review, it's appreciated.