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Rogue was laying on her bed, prone, wearing only a tank top and boxer shorts. She had a magazine placed in front of her; she flipped through it, skimming each page. She supported herself on her elbows. Her white fringes were messy and the back of her hair was practically standing up. Her face was clear of any make-up, no burgundy colored lipstick on, and no eye shadow was caked on her eyes or above them.
"Shouldn' y' be gettin' ready?" Remy asked, leaning against the door. He had an amused look on his face; no one really ever got to see Rogue like this and lived to tell about it. Or even remember it. He tried not to stare at her long creamy white legs, her broad shoulders, and tried to ignore the fact that he could see some cleavage from his angle.
She glanced up at him, showing no signs of being amused. "Probably." She momentarily looked back down at the magazine then looked back up at him. "Don't tell me yoah done packin' already, Swampy."
He blinked and looked away from her legs. The Cajun tried to make eye contact with her but his eyes kept wandering down a little. "Swampy, eh? Maybe I should call y'.. Rivery." He made a face. "O' not."
"Ya already call me chére." She pointed out. Rogue then got herself in a sitting position and closed the magazine. He had her full attention. "Wow." She suddenly said, realizing something. "Ah really should be packin' up mah stuff."
Remy felt like slapping his forehead. "Y' want t' go don' y?" He asked feeling like he was talking to a child. A grown up child. Again, he found himself trying not to stare at her, but try to make eye contact with her. It wasn't easy with her tank top being pushed up a little, showing off her lower abdomen. She was wearing boxer shorts that were so short they looked like baggy underwear. Right now she wasn't leaving much for his imagination.
"O' course Ah do. Ah jus' want ta take a shower first." She said, slowly making her way out of bed. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a green bathrobe and slipped it on. He raised a brow at her. "Ya are the only one who can touch me, Sugah. If Ah go out 'ere without some coverage an' bump inta someone, Ah'm going ta have another person in mah head." She made her way over to him and pressed her body up against his. "We don't want that, do we?"
His heart began to race. His pulse quickened. "N-non." He brought his hand up to her face and rested it on her cheek. 'Oh, 'Dis is goin' t' be an interestin' "vacation."'
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"Don't they need supervision?" Kurt asked, bamf'ing in right next to Kitty. "Should I go with them on ze 'road trip?'"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "No. You're what they, like, want to get away from." He looked at her hurt. "Don't give me that look. They want to get away from, like, all of us!" She sighed, frustrated. "How rude!"
Rogue walked into the living room, brushing wet hair. "It ain't rude Kitty. If anyone should know 'bout wantin' privacy, it's you."
"So this is all about privacy?" The Valley Girl asked, raising a brow. "Just lock yourselves in a room."
"Ah'm sick of the institute. Ah want ta get out foh a while."
"You'll be back." Kitty and Kurt both nodded their heads. She stopped nodding and looked at him. "They always come back." He just kept nodding. Kitty turned back and looked at Rogue. "We'll be waiting."
Rogue suddenly felt weird. As if she were in some weird science fiction movie. Without saying a word, she left the room.
"You can stop nodding your head.." Kitty said, a minute after Rogue left the room. "It's creepy."
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"Do ya mind?" Rogue snapped, setting her clothes down on the bed. Remy came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. "Ah can't change—"
"What y' wearin' under here?" He asked, resting his chin on the back of her head. She suddenly felt him untying the rope. She jerked away from him. Her cheeks became rosy. He smirked as she tied it back up, furiously.
"Ah need ta get changed, so leave." She ordered, crossing her arms. Even through she was trying to act mad and serious, a small smile came upon her pale lips. She said something else to him, but he just stared at her lips. "Are ya—" Rogue was cut off when he suddenly kissed her. She fell back on the bed with him right on top of her. He supported himself on his elbows so his weight would not crush her. "Wow." She managed to say when the kiss parted. "Remy?" She asked, breathlessly.
"Oui?"
"Can ya get off me? Ah still need ta get changed."
The Cajun frowned and got up, off of her. "Can I still watch?"
"This ain't a peep show." She commented, giving him a dull look. "Ah ain't got anythin' ya haven't seen befoh."
He seemed shocked by the words. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Rogue smirked. She had stumped him. She patted his head and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Go downstairs an' get somethin' ta eat while Ah get changed, 'kay?"
"Oui."
She stood there, without moving, until he left and waited for the footsteps to fade out. She licked her lips. "Good boy." It took her a minute to realize he wasn't coming back. Wow. She thought, dumbfounded. Ah guess Ah really did train 'im good.
Rogue looked around her room. He room—it made her feel empty inside. It was more like a suitcase than her own room. It was a good-sized room but it only contained her clothes and items. It didn't reflect off her personality. She made a mental note to paint the room purple or something. She glanced over at her dresser as she walked over to her bed. Rested upon her dresser were a few teddy bears. She had a bigger collection that got left at Irene's in Mississippi. After she finished getting changed, she walked over to her dresser, picked up a small sliver ring and slipped it onto her finger.
She felt weird about going on this "road trip." She felt as if Remy had other plans about it. She knew he was hiding something from her. Well, she didn't exactly know. She just felt like he was. She knew something was going to happen during their small vacation, but she didn't know what it was or if it were going to be a bad thing or a good thing.
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"Good afternoon, Gambit." The Professor greeted the younger mutant with a smile set upon his face.
How 'de hell does 'dis guy manage t' be in such a chippy mood nearly all 'de time? Gambit asked himself as he bit into an apple. "Mornin' Prof." He said, talking with his mouth full of apple bits. Juice from the apple escaped from his mouth. The Cajun just wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and finished chewing—with his mouth closed.
"I believe you and Rogue are leaving later on today?" Gambit tried to figure out if he meant it as a statement or a question. "Question. Mind to verify it?"
Gambit was taken back by the suddenly rudeness. He wouldn't be surprised if Charles put his nose in the air and rolled his way out of the room. "Oui. We leavin' later on. Bet y' cannot wait t' get us out of yo'r hair." Charles gave him a look. "Non pun intended!"
Xavier gave him a small chuckle, which sent shivers down his spine. "What transportation do you plan on using?" Before the Cajun could answer, he spoke up. "Not a motorcycle, I hope."
"Why not!?"
"I don't think that's appropriate. Just look in the garage and take a jeep or something, Gambit."
"Really?" He raised a brow, suspiciously. He half expected the vehicle he would pick to blow up. Without the use of his powers.
"You do both plan on coming back, right?"
"'Ey, O' course. Y' be telepathetic an' psycho, y'd know if we were lyin'."
"He means psychic." Rogue corrected, entering the kitchen. "At least Ah think so.."
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"See you in a few hours, Rogue." Kitty grinned at Rogue as she gave her a small hug. She glanced over at Gambit, who was getting lectured by Kurt. "Don't, like, do anything I wouldn't do."
"Ya sure? Ah had some really great bondage plans." Rogue snapped her fingers and cursed. Kitty's eyes went wide but went back to normal when Rogue rolled her eyes.
Gambit perked up and looked over at Rogue. "Did I jus' hear 'de word bondage?"
"Bondage?" Kurt asked, raising a brow. "Vut is zat?"
"Uh, It's time ta get goin', eh Rem?" Minutes earlier they had put their luggage in the black X-Jeep. 'The X on the door sides ain't that noticeable, eh?' Gambit had joked earlier about it.
"Oui." He looked down at his bare wrist. It wasn't like he wore a watch or anything. "Time t' get t' 'de middle o' nowhere."
"Remember vut I told you, Cajun." Kurt said, giving Remy a bizarre look that made him relieved that he was leaving.
"I'll take care o' yo'r sis, Don' worry mon ami. She be in very good hands.." He winked at Rogue as she walked over to the passenger's side. She raised her eyebrows suggestively, then rolled her eyes and got into the jeep.
"Have fun!" Kitty waved as Gambit got into the jeep and started it up. "Remember to always use, like, protection!" She yelled for the whole city to hear.
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Decided to leave off there because I don't feel like killing this fic anymore. I'm no expert at Kurt's accent, or any accent, so.. I don't know. I'm tired and my head hurts. . Read and review.. Please.. :)
