Destiny Always Finds A Way
Chapter Six- War Games
Rogue didn't know what possessed her when she invited him to stay there in the room last night after dinner, then again she didn't know why she did most of what she'd done. But she did know that she didn't regret it. That previous night change her mind, maybe even her heart, about a lot of things though. The dinner was so delicious, and it was all so perfect, with just the two of them and the baby. Like a real family. Was this why she left the X-men? Or was it because of some still uncertain event, an evil force that caused her to turn against her team? She didn't want to delve too deeply into her absorbed memories, but somehow it was all too easy to imagine Gambit saving her Maybe it was both. But did it really matter when these moments were so very sweet?
When they put the baby to bed he had clung to her, wailing and not wanting to let go, so she decided that she would let Chase sleep in her room. But seeing Gambit's wistful expression, him looking almost longingly into the room and her with the baby, she told him to join them- convincing herself it was just because of Chase. Though when she woke up she wasn't so sure- and the fact that she could touch here wouldn't leave her mind even now. Lying so close to him, with their child between them, touched her like nothing else and she was filled with the strangest mix of feelings.
Now she watched him play with Chase and the feelings that sight evoked rivaled those of what she felt earlier. Was this the same person that almost blew her up? That she'd rivaled with and hated? It seemed so far away… Gambit checked the clock and put the baby back in the crib. "Feel like battle practice today chére, Michele will watch de bebe? Rogue grinned, "Sounds fun."
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Mystique looked at Destiny in shock, "You knew this would happen? That Rogue would go into a coma?" The blind woman smiled, "Her body is injured, but her mind is not. Our Rogue is in another time, another future." "And you let this happen," Mystique growled, "You could have prevented it. Xaviers' doctor said they're not even sure she'll survive another day." Irene Adler sat, calmly pouring herself more tea. "She will. She needed this trip so she could see what had to be. I just made sure she went there, with the help of a friend." "WHAT?!" The blue mutant shouted, "YOU are responsible for my daughters' condition?!"
Irene's expression turned grim, "Destiny always finds a way of making things happen, but in this case it needed a major push. Without it, she would've continued to ignore her true destiny- and she would've destroyed herself and all those around her. When the events I have already foreseen come to pass, he would be the only one who could save her. If she persisted in pushing him away…" "Him?" Mystique barked.
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In another world, Rogue faced Gambit in the practice room. It wasn't as high-tech as the Danger Room, but it was nice. She could practically feel the anticipation in the air and as she stared into Gambit's beautiful demon eyes, St. John, Poitr, and the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Then she began again the dance they started a lifetime ago; each breath, each thought, each movement matching each others'. Neither even noticed that they were now the only one's fighting.
Not tearing her gaze from his, Rogue threw another punch and he caught it, this time pulling her closer, "Ya losin' yo' touch, chére," he breathed. "Not quite," she whispered back, touching her lips to his and taking enough energy to leave him slightly light head and dizzy. "Let's leave them alone," St. John said quietly to the Russian across the room. He nodded and they left, unnoticed by the southern couple- who seemed to forget they were even there as an hour sped by, neither once glancing away. For her, he became the Gambit she knew before, and for Gambit she became his Rogue, his wife again.
And all the while something seemed to drive them, as if they knew what was coming next- as if they knew this time was limited. Then when Gambit punched out, Rogue caught it and pulled him close again as he swept her legs out from under her. As he lay atop her with his arms on either side of her, both breathing hard, he grinned. "Got you petite." She smirked and drew her keg up, throwing him up and then onto his back in a change of positions. "Now I got you, Cajun," she teased softly. "You always had me, ma chére," he said honestly, his red-on-black eyes burning brighter, on fire. His arms still caught by her hands, he lifted his head just enough to capture her lips again.
Suddenly the emotions that stormed through him filled her, and the mix became so intense that she couldn't stand it, needing to get closer. She couldn't tell whose emotions were whose anymore, but something said it didn't matter here and now. Rogue gasped, weakening, and then laughed gently as Gambit used that moment to flip her over so he was on top once more. Not pausing in his tender assault, he continued to kiss her passionately then slowly pressed his kisses lower and lower, moving so his body covered his perfectly.
He, Gambit, her husband, stared reverently into her star-struck eyes- his gaze electrifying. "Tue s le mien," he whispered, "Toujours para siempre." You are mine, always and forever. Some nameless feeling burst inside her. "J'ai besoin de toi, tu es tout a moi," she answered. I need you, you are everything to me. As if that was what he was waiting for, her clothes seemed to melt away and she had trouble breathing, burning wherever he touched. Panting, she reached up, itching to touch him and as she did something clicked. "Remy," she sighed in rapture.
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