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Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution
There will be no smut ("lemon") in this fic. (I can't imagine why people are asking that.. :P)
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"'Dis is borin'." Gambit muttered, shuffling a deck of cards. "Where are we goin' petite?" He asked; a bored expression was set on his face. Rogue shrugged at his words. "'Den where are y' drivin' us?" Again, she shrugged. He raised a brow. "Maybe 'de Kitty-cat was right when she said we would be back in a few hours, non?" Once again, Rogue just shrugged. "Wow Roguey, y' are such a chatterbox 'dese days. I can't seem t' ever shut y' up."
"Strange. Ah can always shut ya up." She mumbled, not taking her eyes off the road. Things got silent for a few minutes. "Do ya jus' want ta turn back around?"
"Non. Do y' want t'?" He asked, placing the cards in a card-holder that was placed on his belt. He then took sunglasses out from his trench coat pocket and slipped them on.
"Not really. We jus' need ta find out where we're headin' ta." She glanced over at him. "Aw, Sugah, that's not necessary. Take 'em off."
"Why?" He asked, nodding his head forward so the glasses would slip down the ridge of his nose, exposing his demon like eyes. "Do mon eyes.. seduce y'?" He lowered his voice, which just made it sound huskier and brought out his thick accent even more. With an eye roll, she looked back at the road, without giving him an answer. More silence was followed by that. "Dat's it, we need some music, no?" She just shrugged. He leaned over and pressed the button. Nothing came out. "We be doomed."
"We could always play Ah spy with mah—"
"Don' go on." He groaned, leaning his head up against the window. He then looked over at her. "I know a game we could play.." He slid over move and snaked an arm around her waist.
"Rem, Ah;m drivin'."
"We be 'de only car within miles!"
She ignored that. "Where are we?"
He stared at her, deadpanned. "Y' dunno? We haven' even been away from 'de institute 'dat long."
"Ah'll jus' keep drivin'. We'll up somewhere sooner o' later."
"Pullover."
"Eh?"
"Pullover. I'm takin' 'de wheel."
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"Gee Remy, Yoah a miracle worker." Rogue mumbled sarcastically at her boyfriend. "Ah'm so glad ya took the wheel o' we'd be lost. Wait." She brought her index finger up to her bottom lip. "We are lost."
"Well.." He huffed, glaring at the road. "Y' los' us first."
"Now we're in the middle of nowhere. At least Ah los' us in a place.. that wasn't so out here in.. the nowhere!" She crossed her arms and pushed back in the seat. He looked over at her, from the corner of his eyes and almost grinned. He loved it when she got all pissed off. Especially when she pouted. Of course she didn't look exactly thrilled right now, but that didn't change his mind. He still loved her, and thought she looked beautiful sitting there with an annoyed look planted on her face. "Yoah droolin'." She stated, breaking his thoughts.
The car suddenly came to a spot. Rogue looked at him confused. Remy leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. It was aimed for her lips but she turned her head.
"Keep yoah lips ta yoahself."
He stared at her surprised, his face gone deadpanned. "What?" Was he just rejected by Rogue? "Keep yoah lips ta yoahself." Yes, he was. Without another word, he started the car up and kept driving. The only noise in the car was the sound from Gambit's heart breaking. But of course no one heard it. Except for Gambit.
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"It's been a few hours." Kurt pointed out to Kitty; hours after the older couple had left. "Vhere do you think they are? I hope nothing has happened."
Kitty eyed the clock suspiciously. "It's getting dark out and late.. They have to be, like, in a hotel by now."
"Vhy do you always suggest that? It's like you vant them to.."
"I'm only stating the obvious." She put her finger up to her mouth. "Wow. I do talk about them a lot." She laughed. It was a loud, fake nervous laugh. "Oh well, it isn't as if they're going to get lost in the middle of nowhere."
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"'Dere's a hotel.." Remy mumbled, hours later. If he had said that, possibly several hours sooner, there would have been a perverted concept with that but now, hours later, there wasn't. Rogue mumbled something back. She was half asleep and half on, half off her seat. Her eyes were closed and her head hung back in an uncomfortable position.
"When we get back ta the institute, Ah'm never leavin'." She let out a soft groan as she fell off the rest of the seat. She just sat there in the small space.
He glanced over at the clock. Then after ten minutes of looking at the road and then Rogue, he broke the silence. "Stuck?"
"Yep."
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"Now I'm worried." Kurt woke up around two A.M. from the impact of Kitty shaking him. "They're not, like, back yet. They should be back by now."
"Go to bed.." He mumbled, turning around, away from her. "Zhey just vanted to get avay from us.. zey aren't coming right back."
"What do you think they're doing?" She sat down on his bed, ready to start a conversation.
"Sleeping. Like ve should be." He pulled his pillow over his head.
"Wow." She stated. "I can't believe you're so, like, calm about this. There's some Cajun alone with your sister somewhere and you're not worried. If you'll remember, he's the only one she can touch.."
He sat up, almost immediately. "Vahhh!"
***
Rogue laid next to Remy on the double sized bed. She was already sleeping, prone, with her head buried into her soft feathery pillow. It was dark in the room, the only light was the faint light shining in from the bathroom. Remy laid on his side, staring at Rogue. He felt like wrapping his arms around her. He slowly inched towards her only to receive a swift kick in the shin from her. She then turned around, still sleeping and mumbled something about Scott.
Wait, Scott?
He sat up, suddenly feeling tensed up. "What 'bout 'dat homme?" He asked, getting on his knees. He scooted up towards Rogue and placed his face next to her pillow. He ignored the throbbing pain in his shin. "What 'bout Scott!?" He hissed into the pillow.
"Stop.." She mumbled, turning on her back. "Ah.." She jerked to the side, bashing hard into Remy. He scooted over more, giving her room. "Remy.." She mumbled, rolling over. She was now squashed into Remy's side. "Lost.." She mumbled before completely rolling around again, this time landing right on top of Remy. She opened her eyes immediately. Her eyes met his. "What the—"
"Tryin' t' seduce me in yo'r sleep, non?" He asked with a wink. She sat up, saddling herself on his hips. She blinked down at him in confusion. "Y' bruise me, chére, bruise me real deep."
And he meant it literally.
"But why y' dreamin' 'bout Scott?"
"Jealous?" She asked, with a smirk. She licked her lips and leaned in.
"Over 'dat idiot? Never." He sat up quickly so she was now in his lap. He placed his hands on her hips. "I'm startin' t' t'ink 'dis trip ain't turnin' out so bad."
"We're still lost."
"But as long as we got each other.." He pulled her closer to him. "An' a bed.." He suddenly frowned at her emotionless face. "Yo're still mad at me."
She then gently kissed the tip of his nose. "No, Ah'm not. Ah'm sorry 'bout earlier, Sugah. Mood swings an' hormones, get used ta it." She felt his arms slip around her waist and pull her even closer to him. Right as his lips touched hers, they both fell sideways off the bed.
"Ow, ow, ow!" She cried out, trying to sit up. That was hard seeing as how Remy's weight was crushing her other leg. It wasn't long until he got off her and picked her up in his arm. "Ow!" She sniffled.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. They seemed to comfort her from all the pain she had encountered from the impact of falling off the bed and biting down hard on her lower lip.
"Ah bit mah lip." She said, sniffling again. He stroked the side of face, the concern still burning in his eyes.
"Want me t' kiss it an' make it all better?" The Cajun asked, his face hovering above hers. He had a serious look planted on his face.
"Yes." She answered with a small sniffle and a pout. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lowered his face down towards her, gently kissing her lower lip, then moving up and kissing both of her slightly parted lips.
***
The Professor, Ororo, Logan, Scott and Jean all stood around in the hallway facing Kurt and Kitty who both looked frantic and worried.
"But they're, like, gone!" Kitty explained with a hand gesture. "They're not back yet."
"Kitty, I understand that you're concerned but when Rogue and Gambit left, they weren't expecting to come back in several hours."
"But I did!"
"Just go back to bed, Half-pint, Elf." Logan mumbled, blinking the sleep away. He didn't look too happy. Who would be happy waking up to a blue fuzzy teenager teleporting on you when you're in a deep sleep?
"But zhat Cajun is out vit' meine swester!" He threw his arms into the air. "I don't trust him at all. Thanks to Kitty I realized zhat Rogue is alone vit' a hormonal guy.. vhom she can touch!"
Xavier, Logan, Ororo, Jean and Scott all switched glances. Then they all looked at Kitty.
"Well.. it's true!"
"I'm goin' to bed." Logan muttered, shaking his head. "I'll jus' slice Gumbo up when he comes home." He walked down the hall, towards his room.
"But they haven't called and Rogue would have, totally like call me by now." Kitty explained, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and extremely tired. "Screw this, I'm going to bed. I'll just, like, worry about her tomorrow."
Kurt watched, with his jaw hanging, as Kitty and the others went back to their sleeping headquarters. "Vhut about zhat Cajun!?"
"Go to bed." He heard them mutter. He blinked dumbly then shrugged. If you can't beat them, join them. And he did. With his eyes slowly dropping, he bamf'd his way back to his room.
***
When Gambit woke up, hours later, he found himself rolled up in a ball on the ground. A dull pain was found in his side as he sat up to find Rogue sprawled out on the bed. He smirked to himself. He would have to get used to this. He wouldn't get used to her kicking him off the bed so she could take over. He sat down on the side of the bed and studied her. She looked comely when she slept, her face all relaxed. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips against hers, in attempt to wake her up. It didn't. He ran his fingers through her white fringes, brushing them out of her pale face. "Dreamin' 'bout Scott?" He asked softly as he lowered his head down again and kissed her.
"O' course." She murmured against his lips. His red eyes met her grey-green ones. She smiled against his lips. "Yoah the only guy foh me, Swampy. No worries."
"Who's worried?" He asked sitting up. The Cajun crossed his arms. The expression upon his face was unreadable for her to determine.
"Ah was up when Ah said it." She smiled at him smugly. "Just wanted a reaction from ya."
"Right. I bet y' were dreamin' 'bout bein' in a hot tub wit' Scotty."
"Oh yes." She said, with an eye roll. "Ah want 'im so bad. They call 'im Cyclops foh a reason." She raised her eye brows suggestively at him. "Ah bet yoah hard foh Jean."
He made a face. "Don' even go 'dere."
"Oh, Ah'm already there."
He gave her a shrug. "Yo're already mine—" She raised a brow. "I be very possessive." He gave her a quick wink. "C'mon let's go take a shower."
"Tagether?" She arched a brow.
"It saves water!"
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"Vhut are you cooking?" Kurt asked as he entered the kitchen to find Kitty stirring something in a pot. She was wearing her pink pajamas. Her hair was tied back into a messy ponytail. Kurt felt the need to slowly walk out of the room.
Kitty just blinked. "I don't know." She looked into the pot. "I think its oatmeal."
"You think?"
"Is oatmeal green and lumpy?"
"Nein.."
"Okay, then it's guacamole."
He cocked a brow. "You're not sure?"
"Do you want to taste test it?"
"Is zat ze phone ringing?" He asked, immediately bamf'ing out of the room.
***
"Should Ah call the institute?" Rogue asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hair wet and unbrushed. Her white fringes were matted to the side of her head. Gambit walked into the small room with a towel placed on his shoulders. His chest was bare and he was only wearing pants. She gave him a look.
"What? Maybe y' should go 'round topless too." He gave her a wink. "Callin' 'dere won't help us much. We don' know where we are."
"Watch us be right outside Bayville." Then it hit her. "Remy?"
"Oui?"
"We're in a hotel right?"
He gave her a slow nod. "Oui.."
"Why don't we ask the people here where we are?"
"Chére?"
"Yeah?"
"Yo're a genius."
"Ah know."
He waited a few minutes, for her to say something. "Don' y' want a reward?"
***
Rain.
That's what they got; Rain. And lots of it.
Rogue looked out the small window in their hotel room and sighed heavily. "Ororo must be out ta get us."
"Stormy loves us." Remy said, with a lopsided grin. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "It gives us somethin' bett'r t' do."
"Get yoah mind outta the gutter." She mumbled then realized the pun. "Gawd, Ah hate puns. It's pourin' out. Looks almost like a thundah storm is on its way."
"'Den maybe we should head back t' 'de institute." Remy suggested, unwrapping his arms from around her. "Called up 'de front desk an' we're not 'dat far away from Bayville. Turns out we jus' 'bout went 'round in circles."
"So we're not lost?"
"Nope."
"Then tha' means ya owe me an apology!"
"Fo' what!?"
"Sayin' Ah got us lost!" She turned around to face him.
"Y' did!"
"Ah did not." She stated, poking him in the chest. "So, say yoah sorry." She then leaned up against his chest and slowly slid one hand down his abdomen and rested it upon his belt. "O' else."
He smirked. "Non."
"Fine." She gave him a little shove then walked away from him.
"HEY!"
Now it was her turn to wink at him.
***
"If I knew we were goin' t' be in 'de rain I would've asked y' t' put on a white t-shirt." Gambit mumbled, climbing into the car. "Drivin' home in 'de rain. Yay." He said with no enthusiasm.
"Stop complainin'."
"'Dis was supposed t' be our getaway from all 'de hyperactive mutants."
"We got away."
"Fo'.. a day. An' nothin' happened. 'Cept fo' some bruised ribs." He shot her a look. She smiled at him innocently. "Nev'r had y' wrestle in bed like 'dat befo'. Y' beat me up." He started the ignition. "Read bad, ma chére."
"Aw, want me ta kiss it all better?"
"Now!?"
"Why not?" She asked sliding in closer to him. Things then went silent. All that could be heard was the sound of the rain hitting the car. Rogue let out a soft sigh and rested her head on his shoulder. "Lets go, Rem." He looked down at her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead and took off down the muddy road.
***
"Wow." Kitty stood next to the glass door, looking out onto the balcony. "It's, like, raining really hard out there. I hope Remy and Rogue aren't driving around in it."
"Do you have to keep bringing zem up?" Kurt asked, standing next to her. His fuzzy blue faced looked serious. "For all ve know zey are in Canada or something."
"Or in a hotel."
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"Now, this is yoah fault."
"It's mon fault 'de car got stuck in a muddy pothole?" Remy asked, sighing heavily. "I'm gettin' sick of y' naggin' on me, Roguey. Everyin' in mon fault. Sorry if I wanted t' get away from 'de crowded mansion wit' de femme I love. One minute we be gettin' along an' 'de next.." He stared at her. Her clothes and hair were soaked from the rain. Drops of rain were running down her face. Her eye shadow and mascara were washed away, just leaving her burgundy colored lips.
"Sorry." She whispered, clutching his soaked trench coat against her chest. He had taken off when he attempted to push the car out of the pothole. She placed the coat on top of the car and looked at him. "Ah really am." Her eyes were beginning to get glossy. The tip of her nose and cheeks were starting to get red from the impact of the cold rain and weather. She took a step forward and pulled him into a hug. "Ah love ya Rem."
He patted the back of her head. "An' I love y' Roguey." She looked up at him with a hopeful smile. "Mo' 'den y' will ever know."
"Ah think Ah have an idea." The Southerner said, breaking the embrace. She tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear. She turned around, to get back into the car, but slipped on the road. Remy grabbed her elbow, in an attempt to save her from falling but instead they both fell onto the muddy road. Rogue stared up at the grey sky, feeling the rain starting to lighten. She looked over at Remy, breathlessly. His head was only inches away from hers. "Have a nice fall?" They both struggled to sit up, and succeeded. She leaned up against him and sighed.
"Rogue.." Remy said, bringing his hand up to her cold face. He set his hand on her cheek and rubbed his finger across the rose-y colored skin. He ended up leaving a brown smear mark going across her cheek from touching the muddy land and then her face. Her heart began to race harder and harder at the look concealed in his eyes. It had been a short trip, but it would be memorable. "Will y' marry me?"
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To be continued..
I wonder what her response will be.. :P
