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"Absolutely not." Came Professor Xavier's stern reply. Rogue sighed heavily and threw herself down in the chair that was in front of his desk.
"But ya said 'yeah' when Remy asked." She pointed out. For the past several weeks she and Remy had been putting a lot of hours into the institute and finally, it was complete. Today was the first day everyone would sleep in his or her new and improved rooms.
"That's because he didn't voucher for both of you." Charles explained. He started talking about safety but Rogue just stared at the steeple his hands made. It was very distracting.
"It's safe foh Remy ta leave this place but it ain't safe foh me ta go with 'im?" Rogue suddenly asked, feeling confused. "Ah mean c'mon Prof. It's only goin' ta be foh a few days."
"I would rather have you here."
"Ah need a better reason then that." Rogue then stood up. "Ya can't keep me here. It's mah choice if Ah wanna be here o' not an' Ah don't appreciate ya tellin' me what ta do."
"I could always let you go with a chaperon."
"Oh yeah, like Wolverine?" Rogue tried to keep the images out of her head. "Listen Prof, Ah really need ta get away. An' Ah am, So, yoah goin' ta have ta learn ta trust me."
"Rogue.." He watched as she walked towards the door. She opened the door and slowly made her way out. When he heard the door clicked shut he sighed and did the steeple with his hands.
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Gambit sat on Rogue's bed, dodging any items that would fly past his head. His eyes were locked on Rogue who was on her knees, with her back facing him, as she went through her closet. He could see the black hem of her underwear showing. Not that he was looking there or anything. He licked his lips then blinked when he realized she had been talking to him. He had his mind set on other things. Well, Scientists do report that, on average, a male thinks about sex every six point five seconds and in Remy's case, that was just about right.
"After everythin' Ah've been through, he doesn't trust me." A boot whizzed past Remy's head. He gulped. The last thing he would want is an indenture in his pretty head.
"He probably don' trust me, Roguey." His eye started to twitch as she still rummaged through the closet. "What are y' lookin' fo' anyway?"
Suddenly, she stopped and sat up. "Ah can't remember." She shrugged and turned around and faced him. She saw the mess of items laying around on her bed and floor. "Mah gawd Remy, ya made a mess." He raised a brow but decided not to dissent. That gal had quite an arm.
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Dinner wasn't pleasant. It usually wasn't but tonight there seemed to be a lot of tension at dinner. Rogue, firstly, sat next to Gambit and never looked up from her plate. Gambit, secondly, talked to Piotr about something while looking at Rogue. And lastly, the Professor just acted like nothing was wrong. He was good at that.
"Yeah, and we're, like, going to be there for four days." Rogue heard Kitty say to Jean. Amara was going home for a few days and asked Kitty to come along.
"Mus' be nice ta know yoah trusted ta go." Rogue mumbled picking at her food. "An' not treated like a li'l kid." She looked up and noticed everyone was staring at her. She growled. "Y'all got starin' problems?"
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Rogue laid sprawled out on her bed with a scowl set upon her face. She stared up at the ceiling, wishing she could bust right through it. Gambit suddenly appeared at the end of her bed, and then crawled onto it. He placed himself on top of her, his hips placed between her legs. He rested his elbows on each side of her ribcage.
"Yes?" Her voice came out low. He smirked down at her, noticing how red her cheeks got. He scooted up so that his face was above hers and then lowered his head down and brushed his lips against hers.
"'Dis is why Wheels don' wan' us alone.. travelin' out 'dere in 'dis lonely world." He said, kissing her jaw line then her neck. "Probably.. t'inks.." He gently nudged the collar of her shirt down and kissed her collarbone. ".. we goin' t' end up hitched.." He brought his face back up to hers. "O' 'dat yo're goin' t' get impregnated.." Rogue arched her neck up, pressing her lips up against his. She broke away, groaning about something. "Too fast?"
"No." She answered, giving him a look. "There's somethin' hard pokin' int' me."
Before he had the chance to respond, an eerie voice filled their heads. 'Rogue, Gambit, please come to my office.'
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"Ya first."
"Non, filles befo' men."
"Age befoh' beauty!" Rogue gave her boyfriend a hard shove into Xavier's office. She stepped in behind him and carefully looked over Remy's shoulder.
"Gambit, please move a foot to your right." He did and Rogue rolled her eyes. "Thank you. Now, for why I asked you both here—"
"Let me guess, Ya want ta send Remy back ta N'Awlins."
"Only if you suggest it, Rogue."
Remy elbowed Rogue. Xavier paused; possibly waiting for an answer, then went on.
"After taking some consideration, I've decided to let you leave the institute. I had a feeling you'd leave anyway. Now you have my permission. I just hope you are both mature enough—"
"Us?" Rogue asked, wide eyes. "Not mature?" She laughed and elbowed Remy. "We're always mature, right Remy?"
Remy's eye twitched but he gave out a hearty, loud laugh and elbowed Rogue right back. "O' course. Oui, we mature! Very mature. 'De mos' mature people in 'de whole wor—" He was cut off when Rogue cleared her throat, quite loudly, and then elbowed him. "I mean.. Oui. We be mature." His voice came out low and a bit squeaky.
The Professor didn't look amused as he stared at the two with serious eyes and steeple-ized hands. "I understand. At least acknowledge me when you plan to leave."
Before either of them said something to make the Professor change his mind, Rogue grabbed Remy's arm. "Sure thing, Prof. C'mon Swampy, we have some plans ta make." She dragged him out of the office just as Logan entered. He stared at Remy with a weird look planted on his face.
"You have lipstick on the side of yer mouth, Gumbo."
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"We gonna have time t' ourselves."
"No rules. No worries. No punishments. No dangah room."
"No interruptions.."
"No Logan. No Kitty. No anyone."
"Alone.. jus' 'de two o' us.. Alone.."
"No curfews. No—" Rogue suddenly frowned. "Hey Rem?"
"Oui?"
"Where are we goin'?"
"Beats me." He scratched his head then snapped his fingers. "But we'll be alone.. jus' 'de two o' us.." Apparently Remy had a one-track mind.
"But Ah really want ta get out there. Ah want ta travel."
"We can travel.. From hotel t' hotel!"
Rogue made a face. "That's all?"
"Ooooh no." Remy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "'Dere be so much more." It took Rogue a minute to realize what he had meant.
"Horndog."
He smirked. "Where do y' want ta go, petite? Anywhere.. 'Cept Canada. I be banned from ever goin' 'dere again." He kept talking so Rogue wouldn't ask questions. "We should get out o' New York. We can go t' Pennsylvania an' milk a cow."
Rogue made another face. "Yeah right."
"Go back down south? Where it be sinkin'? Go t' Florida.. see a thirty foot 'gater?" He kissed the side of her mouth. "Y' not helpin', mon chére."
"We should just leave. See where we end up."
"Other 'den at a hotel?"
Rogue broke away from him, grabbed a pillow from off her bed and swung it at his head.
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"Vhere do you think they are going?" Kurt asked bamf'ing into the kitchen. He knew Kitty was down there baking some cookies. Or at least trying to bake some cookies.
"Other than, like, a hotel?" Kitty asked, taking a batch out cookies out of the oven. She set them down on the counter then looked at him. "They're just going to drive around for a few hours and are going to be back by dinner time."
"You think?"
"Totally!" She answered, getting a spatula. He stared at the back of her as she scraped the cookies from the cookie sheet and onto a plate. After she was done, she faced him, holding the plate. "Try one!"
He laughed nervously. "They look like they need to cool off."
"Nonsense! Try one." She glared at him. You couldn't mess with a girl who could phase you halfway through a wall when you're sleeping. He reached for the smallest cookie and quickly shoved it into his mouth. "So..?"
"Hey! These are actually good!" He took another and shoved it into his mouth.
Ray, Bobby and Jamie watched from outside the kitchen. Ray sighed. "The blue fuzzy one had finally lost his taste buds."
Bobby nodded. "Kitty's cooking does that to one."
"Poor guy. Never had a chance." Jamie said, lowering his head. They all sighed in sympathy until Bobby walked off in search of Sam so they could play horsey.
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Remy bit down on his lower lip as he tried to shake Rogue off of him. It was getting late and he had a lot to drink at dinner. He shifted his body but Rogue just clung to him even more. Her arms were wrapped around his stomach and her face was pressed into his side. He usually would love this, having his love embracing him but he had to go to the bathroom and when you have to go; you have to go! He knew if he woke up Rogue, she'd probably clobber him, or give him a scary look but if he peed in her bed, she would probably.. Laugh her arse off, clobber him, give him a scary look then go tell Kitty. This wasn't turning out good. He frowned then frowned harder because frowning gave him wrinkles, and just by knowing that it made him frown harder. He stopped frowning because he really didn't want wrinkles on his fabulous face. He made a face. His bladder was about to burst open. Just as he was about to fling Rogue off of him, she unwrapped her arms from him, stumbled her way off the bed and towards the door.
"Where y' goin'?" He hissed, surprised.
"Goin' ta the bathroom." Remy nearly fell back.
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To be continued.
Lots of thanks (and cookies!) to The Dark Vixen for beta readin' this!
