Remy knocked on the door, waiting till he heard the "come in" before
entering and closing the door behind him.
"'Ro..."
"Is there something bothering you that I can help with?" Ororo asked, her voice calm and questioning.
"'Ro... I been t'inkin'..." He paused again. "'bout her." He paused, looking to the older woman.
"This her would be Rogue would it not?"
"Yeah, It seems dat Gambit kinda likes de lady."
"Then what is your problem Remy?"
"I t'ink petite. well, dat is to say. Logan.. No?" Ororo laughed gently.
"No." she informed the Cajun. "Rogue has, as you know, some of Logan in her. You do not need to worry about him." He paused.
"Y' sure 'Ro?"
"I am positive. Go and talk to her. You will see for yourself."
"T'anks 'Ro!" He left the room, a lot lighter than he had entered, heading down the hall. He scribbled a note on the back of a playing card and slid it under her door.
Ma Petite, Be ready for 8 cherie, I ain't takin' no fer an answer. Remy
*-*-* Rogue *-*-*
Picking up the card, she knew immediately who it was from. Flipping it over she read the scrawled note and rolled her eyes. Still, it was a chance to get out of the mansion.
"Ah guess ah will see ya at eight then Cajun." she whispered to herself, looking to Kitty, laid out on the bed. "Kitty. ya gotta help me. ahm going out tonight. what am ah gonna wear?" they laughed.
*-*-* 7:50pm *-*-*
As Remy walked down the corridor, he called out "Chere, Gambit hope y' ready, cos he comin' fer y' m' Chere."
He knocked on the door, stronger than he had on Ororo's earlier, and waited for her to answer. Almost immediately the door opened, and Kitty Pryde was there, holding it.
"You looking for someone Remy?" She asked, looking at his clothes.
"Lookin' f' m' petite. Takin' her out. She 'round?"
"You mean like Rogue? I think she like totally went somewhere with Bobby." Kitty laughed, as a pillow hit her on the back of the head.
"Ah'm here Cajun." She disappeared from the door and Rogue replaced her. "What d'ya think?"
His jaw nearly hit the floor. "I t'ink y' ain't gonna be back f' a while chere.."
*-*-* Later that night *-*-*
He looked across the table to her, smiling, as they waited on their order.
"What's wrong Cajun?"
"Was jus' t'inkin' 'bout how lovely y' look in dis light..." He grinned. "An' 'bout how at t'end of all dis, I get a goodnight kiss, no?"
Rogue smiled.
"Ah knew this was gonna happen... ya cant have a goodnight kiss, unless ya have a good-night..." she raised her eyebrow. "An if ya keep begging me fer one, ah aint gonnah give ya one..."
He pretended to sulk.
"But ma Chere..." the old line came to his head. "Ain't nobody better dan Gambit, so we're gonna have a g'd'night."
**--* Outside the school gates later that night *-*-*
Rogue was leaning against the wall next to the gates, Remy stood opposite her. She was idly playing with the black velvet chocker around her neck. A smile spread across his face.
"What yah thinkin' 'bout nahw Remy?"
"Only dat I de luckiest fellah aroun' Chere."
She supressed a smile, and looked down, pretending to adjust her gloves.
"Yah tryin' ta make me blush Cajun..."
"Nah petite, I jus' tryin' ta tell ya how good i t'ink y' look t'night."
She swallowed, her gaze still to the floor. The dress wasn't exactly new, she'd just never worn it before. It matched her choker - black, made from a velvety-type material. It stopped just above her knee, with the split going half-way up her thigh. The knee-length leather boots completed the outfit. None of her usual protective clothing, with the exception of the gloves, which stopped at her wrist. She'd left her hair loose and it curled gently around her shoulders, framing her face, although now it was blowing gently in the wind. "Thanks Remy. fer this. Ah needed ah normahl night ahout."
"Anytime y' wan' t' go out Chere, jus' ask Remy. He be sure y' have fun, an' y' know he like watchin' y' Chere."
"Ah hope ya aint stalkin me Cajun." She teased.
"If Remy be stalkin' y' chere, it only be t' make sure y' be safe from dose wi' dis-on'rable 'tentions t'wards de belle filles o' dis town." He kissed her palm through the glove. "'Specially dis one. Remy's chere."
Rogue opened her mouth to protest, but found none forming. She kinda liked the idea of that. She put her hand over his mouth and kissed it.
"Lets go in chere. dun' wan' y' t' get cold." Before he'd finished speaking, he had his trench-coat off and around her shoulders, his arm around her waist as they headed in. She let her head fall against his shoulder, and she felt her eyes starting to close. Smiling, Gambit picked her up. "Y' get some sleep Chere. Remy take care o' y'."
"'Ro..."
"Is there something bothering you that I can help with?" Ororo asked, her voice calm and questioning.
"'Ro... I been t'inkin'..." He paused again. "'bout her." He paused, looking to the older woman.
"This her would be Rogue would it not?"
"Yeah, It seems dat Gambit kinda likes de lady."
"Then what is your problem Remy?"
"I t'ink petite. well, dat is to say. Logan.. No?" Ororo laughed gently.
"No." she informed the Cajun. "Rogue has, as you know, some of Logan in her. You do not need to worry about him." He paused.
"Y' sure 'Ro?"
"I am positive. Go and talk to her. You will see for yourself."
"T'anks 'Ro!" He left the room, a lot lighter than he had entered, heading down the hall. He scribbled a note on the back of a playing card and slid it under her door.
Ma Petite, Be ready for 8 cherie, I ain't takin' no fer an answer. Remy
*-*-* Rogue *-*-*
Picking up the card, she knew immediately who it was from. Flipping it over she read the scrawled note and rolled her eyes. Still, it was a chance to get out of the mansion.
"Ah guess ah will see ya at eight then Cajun." she whispered to herself, looking to Kitty, laid out on the bed. "Kitty. ya gotta help me. ahm going out tonight. what am ah gonna wear?" they laughed.
*-*-* 7:50pm *-*-*
As Remy walked down the corridor, he called out "Chere, Gambit hope y' ready, cos he comin' fer y' m' Chere."
He knocked on the door, stronger than he had on Ororo's earlier, and waited for her to answer. Almost immediately the door opened, and Kitty Pryde was there, holding it.
"You looking for someone Remy?" She asked, looking at his clothes.
"Lookin' f' m' petite. Takin' her out. She 'round?"
"You mean like Rogue? I think she like totally went somewhere with Bobby." Kitty laughed, as a pillow hit her on the back of the head.
"Ah'm here Cajun." She disappeared from the door and Rogue replaced her. "What d'ya think?"
His jaw nearly hit the floor. "I t'ink y' ain't gonna be back f' a while chere.."
*-*-* Later that night *-*-*
He looked across the table to her, smiling, as they waited on their order.
"What's wrong Cajun?"
"Was jus' t'inkin' 'bout how lovely y' look in dis light..." He grinned. "An' 'bout how at t'end of all dis, I get a goodnight kiss, no?"
Rogue smiled.
"Ah knew this was gonna happen... ya cant have a goodnight kiss, unless ya have a good-night..." she raised her eyebrow. "An if ya keep begging me fer one, ah aint gonnah give ya one..."
He pretended to sulk.
"But ma Chere..." the old line came to his head. "Ain't nobody better dan Gambit, so we're gonna have a g'd'night."
**--* Outside the school gates later that night *-*-*
Rogue was leaning against the wall next to the gates, Remy stood opposite her. She was idly playing with the black velvet chocker around her neck. A smile spread across his face.
"What yah thinkin' 'bout nahw Remy?"
"Only dat I de luckiest fellah aroun' Chere."
She supressed a smile, and looked down, pretending to adjust her gloves.
"Yah tryin' ta make me blush Cajun..."
"Nah petite, I jus' tryin' ta tell ya how good i t'ink y' look t'night."
She swallowed, her gaze still to the floor. The dress wasn't exactly new, she'd just never worn it before. It matched her choker - black, made from a velvety-type material. It stopped just above her knee, with the split going half-way up her thigh. The knee-length leather boots completed the outfit. None of her usual protective clothing, with the exception of the gloves, which stopped at her wrist. She'd left her hair loose and it curled gently around her shoulders, framing her face, although now it was blowing gently in the wind. "Thanks Remy. fer this. Ah needed ah normahl night ahout."
"Anytime y' wan' t' go out Chere, jus' ask Remy. He be sure y' have fun, an' y' know he like watchin' y' Chere."
"Ah hope ya aint stalkin me Cajun." She teased.
"If Remy be stalkin' y' chere, it only be t' make sure y' be safe from dose wi' dis-on'rable 'tentions t'wards de belle filles o' dis town." He kissed her palm through the glove. "'Specially dis one. Remy's chere."
Rogue opened her mouth to protest, but found none forming. She kinda liked the idea of that. She put her hand over his mouth and kissed it.
"Lets go in chere. dun' wan' y' t' get cold." Before he'd finished speaking, he had his trench-coat off and around her shoulders, his arm around her waist as they headed in. She let her head fall against his shoulder, and she felt her eyes starting to close. Smiling, Gambit picked her up. "Y' get some sleep Chere. Remy take care o' y'."