Insomnia
I guess I still have some of my insomniac tendencies I gained while crazy. I just couldn't stay in bed. It was nearing 4 AM.
"Well may as well make some coffee." I expected the kitchen to be empty this early in the morning. I was plesently suprised to find it occupied withe a certain barely dressed cajun. Gambit stood making coffee in his boxer shorts, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Nice Boxers cajun. Are those little chile peppers on em?" "Why you insult Gambits shorts. Specially when you barely wear not'in yourself, chere." It was true I was wearing almost nothing. Just a little speghetti strap night gown barley touching my fingertips.
Hey you try having to wear full body coverings for the safty of others at all times. I'm glad I can go scantally clad now, mostly because I thought the mansion would be a ghost town at this hour.
"Coffee?" He poured me a cup and sat down. I took a seat next to his.
"Was da matter chere? Can't sleep?"
"Ya."
"Wanna talk bout it?"
"No. Just wanna talk."
"So everyone says you're a theif. Is the rumor true?''
"Oui. Gambit be one of da best in all New Orleans."
"Ah hear they have the best parties there. Wit' Marti Gras and all."
"Not'in compares wit' Marti Gras. Ya never see no parties lik dat in New York. You be from Mississippi. Ever see a Marti Gras chere?"
"No. Ah was always too young."
"Maybe you catch the next one wit' Gambit."
Gambit told me all about Marti Gras and New Orleans. About six we made breakfast.
I stood to go look out the door at the peaceful sunrise.
Gambit came to stand behind me and I wasn't uneasy for once. Gambit seemed to like to push boundries and he was dangerously close to a large amount of exposed skin. He stared at me and for a moment I was scared he would try to steal a kiss. Our noses were mere centimeters apart. Part of me wanted it. Even though I remembered that I hated this man for some reason and he was the reason I went crazy. . . at least somewhere along the line blame was due for him.
"Good morning you guys." Storm yawned, "Just came for a little coffee." She poured a cup and left in a half daze.
"Well Cajun I better get dressed." I broke away and started across the kitchen.
Storm poked her head back in and looked at me funny, shook her head and left mumbling something about seeing things again.
4 AM
Once again I couldn't sleep. Kitchen. Maybe Gambit would be there. I smiled as I took the stairs two at a time.
Sure enough Gambit was pouring coffee. Two mugs. "Guessin' ya must be a insomniac too. Can't sleep, sugah?"
"Non. How 'bout you chere?"
"You know Ah wake up this early just ta see ya without ya shirt sugah." He flashed me one of his devilishly handsome smiles.
"If you wanted to see Gambit without a shirt, Rogue only need ta ask."
I sipped my coffee then walked to the door. I opened the door to smell the air. Clean and crisp.
I guess I still have some of my insomniac tendencies I gained while crazy. I just couldn't stay in bed. It was nearing 4 AM.
"Well may as well make some coffee." I expected the kitchen to be empty this early in the morning. I was plesently suprised to find it occupied withe a certain barely dressed cajun. Gambit stood making coffee in his boxer shorts, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Nice Boxers cajun. Are those little chile peppers on em?" "Why you insult Gambits shorts. Specially when you barely wear not'in yourself, chere." It was true I was wearing almost nothing. Just a little speghetti strap night gown barley touching my fingertips.
Hey you try having to wear full body coverings for the safty of others at all times. I'm glad I can go scantally clad now, mostly because I thought the mansion would be a ghost town at this hour.
"Coffee?" He poured me a cup and sat down. I took a seat next to his.
"Was da matter chere? Can't sleep?"
"Ya."
"Wanna talk bout it?"
"No. Just wanna talk."
"So everyone says you're a theif. Is the rumor true?''
"Oui. Gambit be one of da best in all New Orleans."
"Ah hear they have the best parties there. Wit' Marti Gras and all."
"Not'in compares wit' Marti Gras. Ya never see no parties lik dat in New York. You be from Mississippi. Ever see a Marti Gras chere?"
"No. Ah was always too young."
"Maybe you catch the next one wit' Gambit."
Gambit told me all about Marti Gras and New Orleans. About six we made breakfast.
I stood to go look out the door at the peaceful sunrise.
Gambit came to stand behind me and I wasn't uneasy for once. Gambit seemed to like to push boundries and he was dangerously close to a large amount of exposed skin. He stared at me and for a moment I was scared he would try to steal a kiss. Our noses were mere centimeters apart. Part of me wanted it. Even though I remembered that I hated this man for some reason and he was the reason I went crazy. . . at least somewhere along the line blame was due for him.
"Good morning you guys." Storm yawned, "Just came for a little coffee." She poured a cup and left in a half daze.
"Well Cajun I better get dressed." I broke away and started across the kitchen.
Storm poked her head back in and looked at me funny, shook her head and left mumbling something about seeing things again.
4 AM
Once again I couldn't sleep. Kitchen. Maybe Gambit would be there. I smiled as I took the stairs two at a time.
Sure enough Gambit was pouring coffee. Two mugs. "Guessin' ya must be a insomniac too. Can't sleep, sugah?"
"Non. How 'bout you chere?"
"You know Ah wake up this early just ta see ya without ya shirt sugah." He flashed me one of his devilishly handsome smiles.
"If you wanted to see Gambit without a shirt, Rogue only need ta ask."
I sipped my coffee then walked to the door. I opened the door to smell the air. Clean and crisp.