The training sessions were just going to have to stop. Parker couldn't handle going to bed this late anymore. She was tempted to just threaten quitting the X-Men again, but she knew that leave only one other option-A certain Brotherhood that she just wasn't interested in joining.
With a deep sigh, she fumbled with the doorknob on her bedroom door. She glanced at where Rogue and Kitty had disappeared into the same room and was suddenly grateful she didn't have to share a room with anybody.
The door creaked as she opened in, and she made a mental note to just pipf until The Prof could get Logan to fix that-it was too damn loud and annoying after all those training sessions.
She quickly changed out of her uniform and threw it across the desk chair, knowing full well she would hate herself in the morning for not cleaning it, but Parker didn't care. She just wanted to get to bed.
Finally comfortable in her typical nightshirt and shorts, she stumbled to her bed lazily. She pulled back the covers to notice something go flying. Curiously, she bent over her bed to see what it was. On her floor lay a small, fluffy teddy bear. She picked it up tenderly and stroked its soft fur, letting a small sigh escape her lips. She hoped to God it was from her rogue lover, though she doubted it to be anybody else.
Content, though still tired, she clutched the tiny bear to her chest and crawled into bed. Upon lying down, fell asleep against her pillows.
"Chere…" It could have been in her dreams, save the light shaking. Parker groaned in irritation, clutching the thing on her chest tighter. The shaking stopped, and Parker couldn't help but grin.
Soon, however, she felt a hand run along her hair, stroking it gently. Her eyes flew open, ready to attack the intruder. A dark yet familiar shadow stood next to her bed, and she blinked confusedly. She glanced down at what she clutched, confusion now apparent even in the dark.
"Hi," she finally muttered, yawning and stretching towards the ceiling. The small bear fell against the cushion of her bed. She heard a slight chuckle.
"You not very easy ta get up late at night, ya know dat, chere?" She nodded tiredly and threw her legs over the edge of the bed, though not in an attempt to get up. "I see ya got de present Remy leftya." Again, Parker nodded tiredly. She glanced at the bear, then at Remy.
"It was just what I needed after my training tonight," she stated earnestly and with a grin.
"Den you know exactly what Remy needs, too…"
"Gambit!" Parker hissed amusedly, standing up to meet his gaze. She had finally adjusted to the dark and could just make out his black eyes.
"What? I be telling de truth, chere. I need you."
Parker, unable to resist, giggled and gently wrapped her arms around his neck. He smirked and touched their forheads together, then pushed his lips lightly against hers. His hands found her waist and rested there, but only for a brief moment before they traveled and found the small of her back. One remained there while one continued upwards still, his lips gently massging hers the entire time. His roaming hand finally found her head, and he tangled his fingers in her dark locks. She gasped into his mouth as his fingers stroked a ticklish spot behind her ear, and he pulled away.
"Now dat's what Remy's talking about," he stated huskily before pulling away. "See ya tomorrow, chere…"
And with that, he had crawled out her window, leaving her staring at it.
She grinned lovingly and climbed back into her bed, clutching the bear even tighter than before and drifting off quickly.