Remy saw the door close before Rogue heard the clink of the lock sliding
back in place. She spun around and glared through the glass.
[Now, Rogue. Play nice,] Jean sent her telepathically. Tabitha nudged Jean and said something, pointing out the door at her. Jean grinned. [And Tabby says she wants to see the rest of the show, so think of something to get his boxers off. Live porn accepted.]
"Tabitha's a whore," Rogue mumbled under her breath.
"Wha'ja say, chere?" Remy asked, hopping up on the railing to sit.
Rogue looked at him and couldn't help but admire the view. [Man, he's got a nice chest. And a six-pack. Gotta love that happy trail-get your eyes back up on his face!] she yelled at herself when she realized that her eyes had traveled down a little too far.
"Nuthin'" Rogue said aloud. "Did ya come here f' a purpose, or ya just here t' be pain in mah ass?"
He leered at her. "I'm only a pain in y' ass, chere, if dat's how y' like it."
Rogue glared at him.
[Rogue, Kitty says to move to your left. You're blocking the view.]
Rogue turned around to look inside and flipped them off.
[So harsh when just a few minutes ago you were having just as much fun as we are,] Jean pointed out.
"Som'n' wrong?" Gambit asked.
She turned back to him. "Not fah long, swamp rat." Rogue reached down (now _that_ was a nice picture from inside –FLASH!-) and gathered up his clothes, minus the wife beater, and shoved them into his chest. She used the force and momentum to also sove him off of the railing. True to his word, the boy landed on his feet... ish. He kind of stumbled.
The disappointed "Aw!" was so loud that Rogue could hear it outside. She didn't care. She was watching Gambit get his clothes back on, and, damn, he looked just as good going both ways. He waved bye to her and went back into the woods. Once he was out of sight, rogue turned around, swooped down and picked up the under shirt she had purposefully forgot. Rogue waved it at the dejected girls through the doors, then put it to her nose and took a deep breath.
[Mmm. Now doesn' he jus' smell _so_ good?]
Accepting the trophy as a slight retribution for driving away the entertainment, Jean unlocked the door so that Rogue could come in. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N: Short chap, I know. Sorry. The next will be longer, and hopefully kind of funny. If you like strange spontaneity. You'll see.
[Now, Rogue. Play nice,] Jean sent her telepathically. Tabitha nudged Jean and said something, pointing out the door at her. Jean grinned. [And Tabby says she wants to see the rest of the show, so think of something to get his boxers off. Live porn accepted.]
"Tabitha's a whore," Rogue mumbled under her breath.
"Wha'ja say, chere?" Remy asked, hopping up on the railing to sit.
Rogue looked at him and couldn't help but admire the view. [Man, he's got a nice chest. And a six-pack. Gotta love that happy trail-get your eyes back up on his face!] she yelled at herself when she realized that her eyes had traveled down a little too far.
"Nuthin'" Rogue said aloud. "Did ya come here f' a purpose, or ya just here t' be pain in mah ass?"
He leered at her. "I'm only a pain in y' ass, chere, if dat's how y' like it."
Rogue glared at him.
[Rogue, Kitty says to move to your left. You're blocking the view.]
Rogue turned around to look inside and flipped them off.
[So harsh when just a few minutes ago you were having just as much fun as we are,] Jean pointed out.
"Som'n' wrong?" Gambit asked.
She turned back to him. "Not fah long, swamp rat." Rogue reached down (now _that_ was a nice picture from inside –FLASH!-) and gathered up his clothes, minus the wife beater, and shoved them into his chest. She used the force and momentum to also sove him off of the railing. True to his word, the boy landed on his feet... ish. He kind of stumbled.
The disappointed "Aw!" was so loud that Rogue could hear it outside. She didn't care. She was watching Gambit get his clothes back on, and, damn, he looked just as good going both ways. He waved bye to her and went back into the woods. Once he was out of sight, rogue turned around, swooped down and picked up the under shirt she had purposefully forgot. Rogue waved it at the dejected girls through the doors, then put it to her nose and took a deep breath.
[Mmm. Now doesn' he jus' smell _so_ good?]
Accepting the trophy as a slight retribution for driving away the entertainment, Jean unlocked the door so that Rogue could come in. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N: Short chap, I know. Sorry. The next will be longer, and hopefully kind of funny. If you like strange spontaneity. You'll see.