Bwaha.
Yesh, I am eveel... What a way to bring in Essex, neh?
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Rogue's eyes widened at his offer... He
was willing, to ditch school... With her? And be kind... To
her? Even after the rude remarks..?
"Ah... Ah dunno,"
she murmured, shifting her weight, and looking away. "Ah have a
few mo'..."
"Classes?" he asked with a smirk,
revving the engine once more. "Well, if y'don'
wanna..."
"Alright, alright... Ah'll come, but... Don't
try anything funny, Swamp Rat," she said, crossing her arms.
"Ah'll know,a nd Ah can easily whoop y'ass..."
"Remy
believes y', chere," he replied, chuckling deeply. "Now...
Y'comin' or what?" Cautiously, she climbed on the back of the
bike, not sure what to do next... Hold on, might have been good. So
she did.
His muscles tensed as her cheek rested against his back,
a shudder passing through his body as her arms wrapped aorund
him...
Ignoring this, he hit the kickstand with his heel, and
shifted gears, the motorcycle jerking forward, and running smoothly,
giving Remy a feeling of freedom he felt he'd forgotten over time
spent with Magneto.
Rogue gasped, her hold tightening around
him, and her eyes slamming shut. After a mile (and the feeling that
she was going to fall over had faded), she gained the courage to look
up, and over his shoulder, a small smile tugging at her lips.
She
was actually enjoying herself. After months of being sheltered,
having been lectured by the older kids... She was enjoying
herself.
Remy grinned slightly... This was his first ride on
the new bike, and if Rogue was there or not... He was going to
experiment with it in any aspect he felt necessary.
Such as...
Speed.
Remy LeBeau had a few rules in driving...
1.
Curteous driving and speed limits were created for cowards, and
blue-haired old ladies who kept their turn-signals on for a mile down
the road.
2. There are only two real speed limits... Fast, and
airborne.
3. .. There are no rules.
He shifted into another
gear, the engine humming as he gathered more speed, a grin set upon
his thin lips, widening as he felt Rogue's hold tighten around him
once more.
With a sigh of defeat, he slowed the bike down,
reaching a hand down to gently pat her hands around him.
"Sorry,
p'tite... Didn' meanta scare y'..."
"Don't take pity on
me, Cajun," he replied, waving his hand away with her own. "Ah'm
just fine..."
Remy laughed slightly, shaking his
head.
".. Where're we goin', anyway?"
"Someplace
special," he replied simply, his voice holding a hint of
seriousness. "Remy go up here t't'ink now an' den... Don' tell
no one 'bout it, alrigh'?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Makes
fo' a nifty blackmail..." He chuckled, and shook his head. "Y'so
mean ta Remy..."
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About
fifteen minutes later, they'd arrived.
Remy stopped the bike,
hitting the kickstand with his heel once more, and climbing off,
helping Rogue... Well, trying to, anyways.
She had waved his hand
away once more, climbing off on her own.
"Ah c'n take care o'
myself, Cajun," she said, turning to look up at him. He smiled
softly.
".. Remy used ta say dat all d'time, chere. He find
out soon, everyone need someone ta lean on..."
She
paused, just staring up at him momentarily, before shifting in her
place, and reaching over to rub her arm with her hand.
"So,
uh... Where are we?" Remy beckoned for her to follow. Cocking
her head to the side, and looking over her shoulder suspiciously,
Rogue followed, staring down at the ground as she walked.
The
clearing ahead of them was secluded by bushes, and trees, blocking
off the view of whatever Remy wanted to show her.
He finally
stepped through a well-walked spot, the grass trampleded down, dirt
mostly now.
It led out onto a dusty ledge, aluminum can pyramids
scattered here and there... No doubt proof the Gambit had gotten
bored on occasion while coming up here, and... Had done what had
ammused him at the time.
"Look over dere," he said,
stepping before her. Rogue's brows furrowed, but she complied,
stepping forward, eyes widening slightly.
Over the ledge, was
a completely clear view of New York City... There were clearly a few
miles out.
".. Y'shoul' see it at night. Mebbe Remy bring
y'up here sometime again, non?" he murmured, glancing back to
her.
Rogue stared out, turning her head back to him slowly, simply
gazing toward him.
Damn...
She felt something in her she
couldn't explain... Something that would never be explained, she
thought. She just stared, suddenly realizing what she was doing, and
turned her head back to the view, cheeks coloring slowly.
Remy
smiled.
".. Even cuter when y'blush, chere..."
"Don't
get used to it, Swamp Rat," she replied quickly, running a hand
through her hair, trying to conceal her face from his view.
He
simply smiled. ".. But, Ah'd like that," she added,
reffering to his earlier statement. This only made his smile
brighten.
".. Sounds fine, chere..."
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"Don't evah... EVAH ditch without me
again!" Pyro shouted, pinning Gambit to the ground face down,
and pulling his arm aorund his back. "Y'know how boring that
was?!"
Gambit yelped slightly in pain, quickly lifting
himself, and bucking John off.
"I have some ideas," he
replied, wrapping his arm around his neck, and pulling. "'Sides,
not like I wanted y'wit' me anyways..." John's reply came out
gargled, as he wrapped his arms around Remy's neck as well, pulling
down, hard.
This caused his grip to slacken, giving John a
chance to grab his forearms, and pull him over, where he now lay on
his back. Gambit moaned, and lifted himself to his feet, running to
Pyro, and grabbing his belt with his right hand, and shirt collar
with his left.
He lifted him up, and literally midget-tossed him
across the room.
Both panting, they nodded their head.
"..
I'll never ditch wit'out y'gain..."
".. Ah'll nevah
attack ya fo' it again..." Remy nodded, still panting slowly.
"Though, Ah can't undastand... Why did you ditch?"
Remy paused, shaking his head.
"No reason... I was...
Bored..." John shook his head. "No... This hadta do with
Rogue, didn' it?" Remy sighed with relief. There was his, 'Get
out of Jail Free,' card.
"Yeah... I, took her out,"
he replied, standing straight. John grinned widely, walking over and
patting his shoulder. He then elbowed him before making his way to
the kitchen.
"Y'stud, you..."
Remy grinned in reply,
but grimaced as John left...
He would let John, or Pyro learn
about Professor Essex. Not now.
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Author's note:
Ha! Rogue be fallin' for Remy. Well, hope
ya'll are still enjoyin' it like ya did. Reviews, please! ;
