A/N: I've corrupted another normie to join the X-men fans. WEEE more
mutants and comic book geeks!
She braced herself. Remy didn't move. He still stood in defensive pose bouncing slightly, his full weight on his back foot. "What're you waitin' for?" asked Rogue curiously.
"I ain't gonna hit 'cha. I'm a gentleman, I ain't gonna hit a girl least not firs'." He said, not relaxing at all.
"Gentleman? Ah can think of a lot of words to describe ya' but gentleman most certainly isn't one of them." She dove at him, Gambit stepped to the side and she landed on the floor.
"Jus' like an Assassin back 'ome. Damn I gotta lot o' memories fightin' people who battle like dat. I guess you ain't as good a fighter as you are a depress' teen. "
Rogue pulled herself to her feet. "Fight me for real then if ah'm such an easy opponent."
"Okay," he shrugged, "its yo' funeral."
She was going to respond, but before she could Gambit had dropped kicking her ankles. Wham! He didn't hurt her, the floor did that.
"Ready to try again?" Remy said offering Rogue his hand to help her up, "You ain't out unless you wanna give up, which migh' be de smarter choice."
Two small feet came up and met his midsection. This time the wind was knocked out of Gambit. He fell back, after a few seconds struggled to talk, "not bad." He jumped to his feet panting, "not bad at all."
Rogue jumped to her feet, throwing out her fist to hit him. He caught her fist and stepped to the side a foot came around and knocked her back ankle so she lost balance. She watched Gambit turn upside down, then the ceiling.
"You wanna call it quit' River Rat?" He said hovering over her smirking.
"I've still got one more trick up my sleeve, LeBeau!"
"No you don' jus' stay down." Remy grinned turning toward the door, "yo' lost an' I even let you use yo'--"
"Powers?" asked Rogue.
"Righ'," Gambit turned around nervously. There was Rogue. She watched his eyes widen as she wound his arms around his neck.
"'Night Gambit," she whispered. Then she closed the gap between them. Their lips met but she was kissing him with all of the pent up feeling that she had felt for him, and he was kissing her back with just as much emotion. He had wound his arms around her waist. It was so strange. It was like nothing she had ever experienced; this kiss was filled with passion, a feeling that she didn't understand. She could feel his energy draining. Rogue could feel Gambit's knees bend the lips on her own begin to fall back. Slowly Remy fell back one knee under him the other straight out in front. His eyes closed.
But she didn't feel like she was there anymore. 18 years of images and memories flew in front of her in a few seconds. Gambit's images.Gambit's mind. she was lost in his mind. Rogue ran.
"Oh my god!" It was Kitty's voice but it was so far away from her. Other sounds were cutting Kitty short; she was filled with the buzz of a thousand and one words spilling forward from countless mouths.
"Rogue you shouldn't have--" it was Phoenix's voice but it died away in the ocean of words that she felt like she was sinking in. Rogue was blind to the rest of the world it was like a film was playing in front of her eyes and she was surrounded by the blackness of a movie theater. The movie played too fast and out of focus. Every second the man behind the projector fixed it a little more, the sounds were clearer and she fell forward into the movie screen.
She was out of the Danger Room, she was out of the school, she wasn't even sure she was in New York anymore. She stumbled forward in the darkness trying to find a place to wait out a storm she had never before weathered.
She braced herself. Remy didn't move. He still stood in defensive pose bouncing slightly, his full weight on his back foot. "What're you waitin' for?" asked Rogue curiously.
"I ain't gonna hit 'cha. I'm a gentleman, I ain't gonna hit a girl least not firs'." He said, not relaxing at all.
"Gentleman? Ah can think of a lot of words to describe ya' but gentleman most certainly isn't one of them." She dove at him, Gambit stepped to the side and she landed on the floor.
"Jus' like an Assassin back 'ome. Damn I gotta lot o' memories fightin' people who battle like dat. I guess you ain't as good a fighter as you are a depress' teen. "
Rogue pulled herself to her feet. "Fight me for real then if ah'm such an easy opponent."
"Okay," he shrugged, "its yo' funeral."
She was going to respond, but before she could Gambit had dropped kicking her ankles. Wham! He didn't hurt her, the floor did that.
"Ready to try again?" Remy said offering Rogue his hand to help her up, "You ain't out unless you wanna give up, which migh' be de smarter choice."
Two small feet came up and met his midsection. This time the wind was knocked out of Gambit. He fell back, after a few seconds struggled to talk, "not bad." He jumped to his feet panting, "not bad at all."
Rogue jumped to her feet, throwing out her fist to hit him. He caught her fist and stepped to the side a foot came around and knocked her back ankle so she lost balance. She watched Gambit turn upside down, then the ceiling.
"You wanna call it quit' River Rat?" He said hovering over her smirking.
"I've still got one more trick up my sleeve, LeBeau!"
"No you don' jus' stay down." Remy grinned turning toward the door, "yo' lost an' I even let you use yo'--"
"Powers?" asked Rogue.
"Righ'," Gambit turned around nervously. There was Rogue. She watched his eyes widen as she wound his arms around his neck.
"'Night Gambit," she whispered. Then she closed the gap between them. Their lips met but she was kissing him with all of the pent up feeling that she had felt for him, and he was kissing her back with just as much emotion. He had wound his arms around her waist. It was so strange. It was like nothing she had ever experienced; this kiss was filled with passion, a feeling that she didn't understand. She could feel his energy draining. Rogue could feel Gambit's knees bend the lips on her own begin to fall back. Slowly Remy fell back one knee under him the other straight out in front. His eyes closed.
But she didn't feel like she was there anymore. 18 years of images and memories flew in front of her in a few seconds. Gambit's images.Gambit's mind. she was lost in his mind. Rogue ran.
"Oh my god!" It was Kitty's voice but it was so far away from her. Other sounds were cutting Kitty short; she was filled with the buzz of a thousand and one words spilling forward from countless mouths.
"Rogue you shouldn't have--" it was Phoenix's voice but it died away in the ocean of words that she felt like she was sinking in. Rogue was blind to the rest of the world it was like a film was playing in front of her eyes and she was surrounded by the blackness of a movie theater. The movie played too fast and out of focus. Every second the man behind the projector fixed it a little more, the sounds were clearer and she fell forward into the movie screen.
She was out of the Danger Room, she was out of the school, she wasn't even sure she was in New York anymore. She stumbled forward in the darkness trying to find a place to wait out a storm she had never before weathered.