1Make Me A Sandwich

sekiyou

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"Dialogue"

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"Agh," Rogue sighed. She propped her head up onto her hands and stared at her World Studies homework at her desk in front of her. She proceeded to glare at it, hoping a hole would just suddenly pop out of no where. Rogue had no doubt that the high school curriculum spawned from hell, from Satan himself.

"This sucks," Rogue dropped her head onto the table. "Like Ah care about whatever a munchkin french shortie who wears freaky blue hats does. And what kind o' name is Napoleon?" she cried out in exasperation. Rogue began to bang her head repeatedly against the table. But was cut short by chuckling.

Rogue turned her head to the other side and came face to face with one helluva cocky grin. "What're ya lookin' at, bayou boy?" green eyes narrowing at the sight of Remy Lebeau.

"M' lookin' at not'ing, chere. Remy be laughing at y', not lookin' at y'," another chuckle escaped from his lips, a cigarette clutched at the corner of his lips. He paused and took a long drag.

"Git that damned thing away from meh! Now!" Rogue smacked the closest part of Remy to her.

"Ow, petite!" he whined, "No need t' be violent." Remy continued to nurse his knee, "Unless o' course y' like it that way, ne?" He winked.

Rogue hissed at him, "Put out the damn cigarette, Gambit. Or ya gonna lose something mo' precious than feeling in ya knee." The damn freak was gonna give her second hand smoke. She was not going to be stuck with a smoking bastard for two months, "Ah command ya, slave."

"Eh?" Remy put out the cigarette and looked back at Rogue. A wicked grin appearing, "Mmm. Bossy, bossy, but 'm liking it – a lot."

"Lahke that makes meh feel any better," Rogue scowled at the Cajun. The damn man was cocky as hell. And he was charming to the core. She mentally rolled her eyes, Cajuns.

"Aw, poor chere. Want 'm to kiss it an' make it feel better?"

She stood up, her fists placed onto her hips, "How 'bout no. Leave mah room, and go flirt with some other skirt." She walked to the door and violently opened it. "Now move ya swamp rat ass outta here." She stalked back to her seat, tapping her pencil impatiently.

"But chere, Remy like dis skirt de best," he fingered the black leather skirt she was wearing. He took a deep breath, "Indeed."

Rogue stiffened in her seat. She could feel the his warm mouth near the back of her neck. His breath brushed the exposed skin. She almost shivered. She could feel the heat rising to her face under the pale foundation. Too close. This cajun was too close. His essence wrapped itself around her. She could smell the Bourbon he loved to drink, and the smell leftover from the cigarette he was smoking. Did he know he smelt like Jambalaya? Jesus, the man smelled delicious. She groaned.

Remy chuckled slowly, "Jambalaya, huh chere?" Rogue closed her eyes in despair, had she said that out loud? "Y' don't smell half bad y'self chere." He whispered in her ear, his voice low and deep, "Like fresh apples offa the Mississippi." Remy wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Rogue tipped her head, exposing more of her bare neck. Her body relaxing into his embrace. Even with the chair in between. A small moan escaped her mouth, leaving Remy startled. His eyes widened and a piece of his hair shifted to lay in between his eyes. He moved to place away from his face when Rogue stiffened again in his arms. Dangit, almost had her.

She violently pushed away his arms, "You betta never try that again, Remy Lebeau. Or Ah'll drain ya dry till y' have to sleep fo' a month." She stood up, knocking her chair over.

"Ah ain't a trophy, and y' can't win me over. Ya can't display me like a medal, Ah ain't that kind of girl," she pushed Remy towards the door, "And Ah refuse t' be seen as a challenge." Rogue pushed him until his was out of her room and in the hallway.

"Get meh?" she slammed the door on his face.

Remy stood still, stunned and a bit confused at what had just taken place. Never had a woman react that way in his life. Still her. He had to grin. No wonder he's been on the same girl for three weeks now. Damn fille was really somethin'.

"Playin' hard t' get, ne chere?"

AN: Yay! Chapter two has been revised. Much better than before, I like to think. And thanks for the reviews. The new Chapter three will be up soon, I hope. Have fun till then. XD