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The temperature difference that Rogue experienced when she got off the train was one of the most orgasmic moments of her life. She had been stuck in the freezing weather of the upper Mid-Atlantic for too long, and the wave of heat and humidity that hit her when she stepped off the train reminded her of the long days she spent relaxing on Irene's shady porch as she watched the neighborhood go about its day.
The euphoric feeling connected with her mouth muscles, forcing them up into a smile. She was too happy to check the expression, and instead just opted to give Amara and Jamie a rare chance to see how beautiful her face looked when it lit up in a smile.
She managed to force out the last remnants of Jean's powers to make the luggage just a little bit lighter. She only gave Amara and Jamie a small bag each, since they were weak little kittens, and she didn't want to risk them losing any luggage. After all this was the city Gambit had grown up in, and she didn't know if any of his relatives were around.
The thought of Gambit sent another unexplained spasm to her mouth muscles, forcing her smile to be a little brighter. However, she managed to hide this brightness. After all, she didn't want to frighten her two charges.
However, she smiled on the inside. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but the fact that he genuinely seemed to care really made her feel special. She couldn't detect any dark purpose behind his concern, and she knew that he knew what it was like to be used. He was a kindred spirit, even if he was annoying at times. Like the way he always called her cherie, although she didn't mind as much when he called her "mon cherie".
A cough from next to her snapped Rogue out of her thoughts, Jamie needed a cough drop. She reached in her pocket and pulled out some lint, some cash, a ticket stub to a concert she had gone to the week before, and a butterscotch candy. Well it wasn't exactly the best treatment, but it would help, so she gave it to him.
He smiled his adorable little boy smile at her and she swore her heart almost melted. The south was doing wonders to Rogue.
The streets of New Orleans were pretty hard to navigate, seeing as how Rogue had absolutely no sense of direction what so ever. It seemed she had been riding in her awesome Corvette with Jamie and Amara snuggled in the back for at least an hour, although according to the clock it had only been half an hour. Finally, she grew fed up with the whole affair and pulled over and whipped out a map. She rooted around for awhile to find the address of the apartments she was staying in, when she suddenly for no reason decided to look up. She looked at the people walking on the sidewalks and noticed several of them wore trench coats almost exactly like Remy. She sighed to herself, she must have moseyed her way into the thieves guild territory, though she admitted it was better then being in the assassins guild territory seeing as how she doubted Julien had forgotten her. On second thought she appeared to be a helpless teenager in a nice car. She quickly locked the doors, and began to examine her map.
However, she realized she had no idea how to read it.
"Damn it, Ah hate mah sense of direction! Do either of ya'll know how ta read maps?" She questioned the two in the back, when she got no answer she turned around and saw that they were both sleeping again.
"Great, Ah'm all alone."
However, a tap on her window proved otherwise as she looked up into a smiling pair of red and black eyes. She seriously wanted to know why he was everywhere she went.
"Cherie, you come and see me? Or are you all jus' lost?" His Cajun accent seemed thicker now that he was around people who spoke back in it.
"Well Ah certainly ain't here ta see you swamp rat, so ya mind tellin' me how to get ta mah new home?" Hopefully not all was lost, if he was as great a thief as he said he was he would know every corner of New Orleans, including the one her apartment was on.
"Let Remy see the address, and he see if he can help ya'll out, although Remy love for you to stay wit him cherie."
Before he could continue, Rogue thrust the paper where she had scribbled the address on, and shot him a glare while doing so, and she strengthened the glare when he let out a warm laugh.
"What's so damn funny about me bein' lost Cajun?"
"Nothin' mon cherie, jus' that you parked right in front of the place you be stayin', a by lookin' at the apartment number ole Remy notice you right across the hall from 'im."
Sighing, Rogue rested her head on the steering wheel as she turned the car off, and pulled the emergency break. This was going to be a long month.
"Now, come on Cherie, at leas' I can help ya bring all dis stuff up, and guarantee dat no tief steal from dis car as long as it parked right here."
Slowly Rogue began to smirk, as if she stole the smirk right off Gambit's face he began to frown. She was up to something he thought. And he was right, with Gambit right across the hall, she could make him her own personal slave...somehow.
r/r!
The temperature difference that Rogue experienced when she got off the train was one of the most orgasmic moments of her life. She had been stuck in the freezing weather of the upper Mid-Atlantic for too long, and the wave of heat and humidity that hit her when she stepped off the train reminded her of the long days she spent relaxing on Irene's shady porch as she watched the neighborhood go about its day.
The euphoric feeling connected with her mouth muscles, forcing them up into a smile. She was too happy to check the expression, and instead just opted to give Amara and Jamie a rare chance to see how beautiful her face looked when it lit up in a smile.
She managed to force out the last remnants of Jean's powers to make the luggage just a little bit lighter. She only gave Amara and Jamie a small bag each, since they were weak little kittens, and she didn't want to risk them losing any luggage. After all this was the city Gambit had grown up in, and she didn't know if any of his relatives were around.
The thought of Gambit sent another unexplained spasm to her mouth muscles, forcing her smile to be a little brighter. However, she managed to hide this brightness. After all, she didn't want to frighten her two charges.
However, she smiled on the inside. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but the fact that he genuinely seemed to care really made her feel special. She couldn't detect any dark purpose behind his concern, and she knew that he knew what it was like to be used. He was a kindred spirit, even if he was annoying at times. Like the way he always called her cherie, although she didn't mind as much when he called her "mon cherie".
A cough from next to her snapped Rogue out of her thoughts, Jamie needed a cough drop. She reached in her pocket and pulled out some lint, some cash, a ticket stub to a concert she had gone to the week before, and a butterscotch candy. Well it wasn't exactly the best treatment, but it would help, so she gave it to him.
He smiled his adorable little boy smile at her and she swore her heart almost melted. The south was doing wonders to Rogue.
The streets of New Orleans were pretty hard to navigate, seeing as how Rogue had absolutely no sense of direction what so ever. It seemed she had been riding in her awesome Corvette with Jamie and Amara snuggled in the back for at least an hour, although according to the clock it had only been half an hour. Finally, she grew fed up with the whole affair and pulled over and whipped out a map. She rooted around for awhile to find the address of the apartments she was staying in, when she suddenly for no reason decided to look up. She looked at the people walking on the sidewalks and noticed several of them wore trench coats almost exactly like Remy. She sighed to herself, she must have moseyed her way into the thieves guild territory, though she admitted it was better then being in the assassins guild territory seeing as how she doubted Julien had forgotten her. On second thought she appeared to be a helpless teenager in a nice car. She quickly locked the doors, and began to examine her map.
However, she realized she had no idea how to read it.
"Damn it, Ah hate mah sense of direction! Do either of ya'll know how ta read maps?" She questioned the two in the back, when she got no answer she turned around and saw that they were both sleeping again.
"Great, Ah'm all alone."
However, a tap on her window proved otherwise as she looked up into a smiling pair of red and black eyes. She seriously wanted to know why he was everywhere she went.
"Cherie, you come and see me? Or are you all jus' lost?" His Cajun accent seemed thicker now that he was around people who spoke back in it.
"Well Ah certainly ain't here ta see you swamp rat, so ya mind tellin' me how to get ta mah new home?" Hopefully not all was lost, if he was as great a thief as he said he was he would know every corner of New Orleans, including the one her apartment was on.
"Let Remy see the address, and he see if he can help ya'll out, although Remy love for you to stay wit him cherie."
Before he could continue, Rogue thrust the paper where she had scribbled the address on, and shot him a glare while doing so, and she strengthened the glare when he let out a warm laugh.
"What's so damn funny about me bein' lost Cajun?"
"Nothin' mon cherie, jus' that you parked right in front of the place you be stayin', a by lookin' at the apartment number ole Remy notice you right across the hall from 'im."
Sighing, Rogue rested her head on the steering wheel as she turned the car off, and pulled the emergency break. This was going to be a long month.
"Now, come on Cherie, at leas' I can help ya bring all dis stuff up, and guarantee dat no tief steal from dis car as long as it parked right here."
Slowly Rogue began to smirk, as if she stole the smirk right off Gambit's face he began to frown. She was up to something he thought. And he was right, with Gambit right across the hall, she could make him her own personal slave...somehow.
r/r!