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Isn't putting the word 'disclaimer' there enough of one. It states in itself that I own nada.
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"Do ya like that little trick? Usin' ya own paranoia against ya. SLick, ain't it?" Rogue said proudly, while Gambit tried to stop his heart from beating a hole in his chest.
"It's. . .somet'in', chere." He managed to say. Rogue ignoed the way her heart fluttered when he called her 'chere'. It was just the effect of the language on her. But she couldn't help but think of him the way a normal woman would. Something about him got under her armour, and rubbed almost painfully against her soul. The lack of control on him and her reaction to him supremely annoyed her.
She was about to say something aimed to break him, when an intercom next to her squacked. A male voice, as clear as if he were in the room announced somehting that made Gambit's heart seem to expand to sink and choke him at once.
"Raven's on her way up, ma'am." Rogue sighed with relief. Then chided herself for it. Another part of her mind demanded to know why that part had sighed. The part taht had sighed simply shrugged. Rogue frowned. Usually she had better control over the others in her head than this.
"Send 'er up, Dominic. Ah think mah guest is dyin' ta see her." Rogue drawled, feigning non-challance like a pro. She was used to putting up acoolf ront under pressure.
There was a chuckle from the other end that made Gambit cringe. "I'll bet he'd give his right hand to have this over with, huh?" The man on teh other end of the intercom said, his voice merry withmore than at winge of satisfaction to it.
Rogue rolled her eyes. There were two things that were constant in her life. Death and Dominic's bad puns. She played with a black pendant, decorated with a sickle moon and two stars, absent-mindedly. Gambit recognized it the second she pulled it out of the body of her dress.
The government paid a lot of money to keep certain unscrupulous activities under their control. If you were really talented at anything, the government put you into one of their guilds. The moon and stars belonged to members of the first profession. He knew that all government call girls wore them. And Madames didn't, usually. He frowned, wondering what that could mean. It beat the hell out of imagining what having your fingers cut off feels like.
Rogue snapped her fingers, puling Gambit out of his daydream. He jumped, and Rogue laughed a little. "Penny fo' ya thoughts. Ah love ta hear about mah victim's feelings." Rogue leaned forward, as if she expected him to answer, adn wanted to amke sure she heard.
Gambit watched the fabric of her shirt shift down her chest, and saw the other mark he had expected to find. A snake coiled around a rose. One of the few government terrorists. He was so engrossed in it, he didn't even notice someone else was in the room until a searing pain split the back of his head in half.
Rogue laughed a little, a nervous, flighty sound. She had been looking over Remy, since he had been distracted by her cleavage. And lots of bells were ringing in her head, mostly ones that triggered lust and other related emotions. To Rogue, all things evetually came back to lust.
"Really, you should keep the prisioners under better control." An authoratixe female voice slightly behind the person who had hit Remy. He supposed the man on the intercom had hit him, and now Raven was coming to collect what she thought he owed her. His suspicions were confired whent eh voice that had chcukled so coldly at Gambit's fate intoned the worst wrds he had ever heard.
"Raven's here to collect the man's fingrs."
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Oooh. Suspense. Bet you can't wait to find out what happens.
You may be a lover but you ain't no REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Disclaimer
Isn't putting the word 'disclaimer' there enough of one. It states in itself that I own nada.
***
"Do ya like that little trick? Usin' ya own paranoia against ya. SLick, ain't it?" Rogue said proudly, while Gambit tried to stop his heart from beating a hole in his chest.
"It's. . .somet'in', chere." He managed to say. Rogue ignoed the way her heart fluttered when he called her 'chere'. It was just the effect of the language on her. But she couldn't help but think of him the way a normal woman would. Something about him got under her armour, and rubbed almost painfully against her soul. The lack of control on him and her reaction to him supremely annoyed her.
She was about to say something aimed to break him, when an intercom next to her squacked. A male voice, as clear as if he were in the room announced somehting that made Gambit's heart seem to expand to sink and choke him at once.
"Raven's on her way up, ma'am." Rogue sighed with relief. Then chided herself for it. Another part of her mind demanded to know why that part had sighed. The part taht had sighed simply shrugged. Rogue frowned. Usually she had better control over the others in her head than this.
"Send 'er up, Dominic. Ah think mah guest is dyin' ta see her." Rogue drawled, feigning non-challance like a pro. She was used to putting up acoolf ront under pressure.
There was a chuckle from the other end that made Gambit cringe. "I'll bet he'd give his right hand to have this over with, huh?" The man on teh other end of the intercom said, his voice merry withmore than at winge of satisfaction to it.
Rogue rolled her eyes. There were two things that were constant in her life. Death and Dominic's bad puns. She played with a black pendant, decorated with a sickle moon and two stars, absent-mindedly. Gambit recognized it the second she pulled it out of the body of her dress.
The government paid a lot of money to keep certain unscrupulous activities under their control. If you were really talented at anything, the government put you into one of their guilds. The moon and stars belonged to members of the first profession. He knew that all government call girls wore them. And Madames didn't, usually. He frowned, wondering what that could mean. It beat the hell out of imagining what having your fingers cut off feels like.
Rogue snapped her fingers, puling Gambit out of his daydream. He jumped, and Rogue laughed a little. "Penny fo' ya thoughts. Ah love ta hear about mah victim's feelings." Rogue leaned forward, as if she expected him to answer, adn wanted to amke sure she heard.
Gambit watched the fabric of her shirt shift down her chest, and saw the other mark he had expected to find. A snake coiled around a rose. One of the few government terrorists. He was so engrossed in it, he didn't even notice someone else was in the room until a searing pain split the back of his head in half.
Rogue laughed a little, a nervous, flighty sound. She had been looking over Remy, since he had been distracted by her cleavage. And lots of bells were ringing in her head, mostly ones that triggered lust and other related emotions. To Rogue, all things evetually came back to lust.
"Really, you should keep the prisioners under better control." An authoratixe female voice slightly behind the person who had hit Remy. He supposed the man on the intercom had hit him, and now Raven was coming to collect what she thought he owed her. His suspicions were confired whent eh voice that had chcukled so coldly at Gambit's fate intoned the worst wrds he had ever heard.
"Raven's here to collect the man's fingrs."
***
Oooh. Suspense. Bet you can't wait to find out what happens.
You may be a lover but you ain't no REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith