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Her alarm rang at 5:00 A.M. for a training session. She gave it one look before trying to hit the snooze button. It wouldn't work, not matter how much she pounded it. Perhaps that was the reason it was broken. At any rate, Rogue settled on yanking the offending power cord out of the wall. No training session this morning for her, that was for sure.

Wolverine, evidently, had other ideas. He knocked once before welcoming himself into her room. "Let's go Stripes," he called, "Wakey Wakey!"

Rogue looked up at him with narrowed eyes. "No." she said determinedly, "Forget it, I ain't getting out of this bed."

"Oh yes you are, and you are going to move it right now!"

Rogue glared at him for a second before hissing in the most frightening manner she could manage. Wolverine gave her a blank look before yanking her covers off and dropping them unceremoniously in a pile on the floor by her bed. Rogue should have known that that wouldn't have worked. Damn.

Resigning to the worst, Rogue got into her uniform and trooped down to the Danger Room.

"-stial course that you will have to finish in a certain amount of time to pass. If you don't pass, you do it again, until you do pass, even you are here at twilight. Got it?" Logan was saying to the gathered group.

Rogue looked around and smiled. An obstacle course was easy.

An hour and a half later, Rogue had changed her mind. What she had missed in the first part of the speech was that they had to get through the course with a partner. Rogue and Jaime power! They were actually doing well until they had to do the monkey bars over a mud pit. Jaime had little to no upper body strength and fell right away. Now Rogue had six little Jamie's with little to no upper body strength. Needless to say it wasn't the best morning she ever had.

School wasn't much better. Rogue hadn't exactly finished all of her homework from the extended break. Okay, she hadn't finished any of it. It wasn't like she was awake for class anyways. During lunch, Rogue decided to do her French homework. It was the only class she liked. She sat under her favorite tree, books and papers surrounding her. Currently she was tapping her pencil to a worksheet saying over and over again, "Umbrella in French, umbrella in French…"

"parapluie," a voice above her said. Rogue jumped and looked up. Glowing red eyes stared down at her from a low branch. Angry at being startled, Rogue grabbed her French book and chucked it straight up.

Ka-thump. The auburn haired mutant laid on his back rubbing a reddening spot on his forehead. "Was dat necessary cherè?"

"Yes! What the hell were you doing up there Bayou Boy!"

"Just looking out for you, of course," he said, as smoothly as possible considering he had just fallen out of a tree.

"You were spying again! Arg you!"

"So paranoid cherè. You are almost acting like you don't want me around."

"Fancy that. You know? I actually don't!"

"Sorry, can't say I believe you." He said, lowering his tone of voice a little. Rogue recognized the sign and started to back up. "I think you just don't want to admit you want to have me around," He said with a smile as he edged closer to her, "too much pride, cherè." By this time he was almost on top of her. "If you just let it go for a while I can make you very happy that you did."

Rogue had had enough. She pushed him off forcibly, causing him to fall onto his back. She quickly straddled his stomach and stared down at him. "I don't think so Swamp Rat. I like my pride, it keeps me out of the clutches of Swamp Rats like you. And don't you dare tell me that I have 'too much', 'cause you are just as bad. That is why you are here, trying to win me over, make me give into you. I got you in Louisiana, I got you good. Mr. Cajun Playboy woke up naked and alone just like he leaves his little girlfriends. So getting me is getting your balls back. You might as well forget it, I'm not interested," she said in a low voice, putting her face close to his.

She got off of him and started to head back to her books, but was pushed against the tree before she got the chance. "Maybe that is the case, cherè and maybe it isn't. Are you absolutely sure you know my intentions? Maybe you should touch me to find out for sure, I wouldn't mind." Remy said wrapping his arms around her and the tree and pressing his body to hers.

"Like I want your thoughts in my head." She said, giving a futile effort to push him away.

"You didn't mind in New Orleans."

"That was for a worthy cause."

"This isn't? You know cherè, I'm getting the strange feeling that you don't want to find out the truth. Maybe you wouldn't have your well-defined reasons to hate me anymore, non?"

"I have plenty of reasons to hate you and I assure they aren't going anywhere. Absorbing you would only give me more."

"Prove it." He said, pressing his lips onto hers. He pulled away a moment later and said, "I'm still conscious chere. You sure you aren't scared?"

"I told you I don't want your slimy thoughts in my head."

"Trust me, cherè, I think you would like my so-called slimy t'oughts. In fact I think you would like them more if they weren't just t'oughts, non?" he said, a single hand running down the side of her body in painfully light touches.

"You aren't going to be much more than a thought if you don't let go of me right now, " she said trying to push him off again, but this time he grabbed her hands and pinned them against the tree above her head. He then took the opportunity to tightly press his body against her, grinding a bit against her.

Rogue whimpered slightly and arched her head back instinctively. "Good girl," he whispered, tracing her neck with tiny touches of his mouth. They were feather light and teasing. Gambit shifted his hands so that only one pinned her arms to the tree and the other started run a graceful finger down her side. He started to move his lips back up towards hers when reality hit them in the form of a loud obnoxious bell.

The two southerners were breath and motionless for a while, just staring at each other. Then the two minute bell rung and Rogue jumped. Blinking rapidly, she shoved Gambit out the way and grabbed her stuff. The minute she entered her class she realized that French IV was going to be ten types of Hell. Stupid goddamn Cajun.


A/N

Okay this chapter is less funny and more Romy, but oh well, I'm in the mood.

Like I said before, I'm dealing with some major writers block, especially for Push Pull. I haven't given up, I promise. I just need to take a little break. The only reason I even updated this was because I got so many reviews telling me to. They are great motivators, let me tell you.

So get motivating!