Disclaimer: X-Men Evolution Characters are not mine.
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"You know, Rogue, you really ought to, like, sit with us sometime." It was lunchtime and Kitty was giving Rogue her daily lecture on being sociable. Not that it had any effect whatsoever. Still, Rogue had to hand it to her, almost nothing could get the girl down, much less give up. "I mean, I understand that you don't want to, like, hurt anybody, we all totally understand." Rogue almost scowled, but caught herself. No, they didn't understand. They would never really understand. But Kitty was just trying to help, and Rogue was not about to try to alienate one of her closest friends, now that Risty was..
"But ve still vant you around. I vant you around. Ja, you should eat vis us, mein schweister." Kurt looked at her with a hopeful smile that Rogue had to return. The boy was always so child-like, so innocent, although at the same time mischievous, she had to love him. But she shook her head.
"Nah. If nuthin' else, Ah lahke mah alone tahme. Yah have to admit, we don' get much o' that at th' mansion."
"Well, if you say so. But, like, you know where we are, if you ever, like, totally change your mind."
They separated there benignly, and Rogue paused to watch Kurt and Kitty head over towards the others. Scott, Evan, Jean. A part of her yearned to join them. They would welcome her, yes. But with a disguised fear in their eyes, a twitching flinch when she came near. They became more distant, the closer she came. She felt a pang of sadness and longing tremble in her chest and she turned away to head towards her usual shaded spot by a tree. No tears. It would be a cold day in hell before she succumbed to self-pity and cried. She had nothing to cry about, besides. She had a family, and she was grateful enough for that.
Settling down on the grass, she had produced her lunch and her book from her backpack when a presence came up behind her. In a moment's notice, he had slipped into a crouch, his knees brushing subtly over her hips, and leaned in close until his chest pressed gently on her back. She could feel his breath, hot against her ear, and she froze like a deer in headlights, stiffening and tense. She took in a sharp breath when he lifted a gloved hand to run a finger sensually down her cheek, curving a path past her jaw, slowly down her neck, and tickling her slightly along her collar bone. She trembled slightly, it all happened so fast, yet so slowly, the intimate caresses evoking emotions in her before she had a chance to shield them. She almost whimpered.
"Shh, cherie. Remy ain' gon' t' hurt y' none."
Rogue spun around, the moment gone, drawing away from him and bringing her arm across her chest, protecting herself as if she had been violated. "You again? What do ya- Who d' ya think you are!?"
"Remy Etienne LeBeau, at y' service." He bowed his head slightly, smirking, with a sweep of his hand, catching her wrist in the process. "Enchanté, mademoiselle." After pressing his lips to her gloved knuckles, he kept her hand close to his face. "An' y' are Rogue, n'est-ce pas?"
Rogue leaned back farther away from him although she did not withdraw her hand, finding herself unable to exert her will on her own appendage. "Ah- Ah.." she stuttered, although no words were formed. Remy only smiled, pressing her with more of his empathy, tugging at her heart. A faint blushed rouged her otherwise pale face, almost surprising him with how pretty it made her. Oh yes, he had to have her.
Remy pulled her close, leaning in until he had to slip his arm around her waist to support her, forming a sort of dip. Rogue for her part was stunned yet again. Never before had she met anybody so forward, especially with her. Her breath hitched. She could smell him; a mixture of smells, cologne, cigars, spices. She felt dizzy; he was so close, too close. She could feel the heat from his body poised above her, feel the pressure of his hand holding hers, of the arm around her waist. And then she felt his body, pressed against her. "R-remy.." Sensations surged through her body; she wanted him. Badly.
But the spell was effectively broken when a certain platinum-haired individual rushed in, loudly demanding, "What the hell is going on here? What do you think you're doing, Gambit?" Remy sighed but did not relinquish his hold on Rogue, lifting his chin to stare irately up at Pietro.
"Y' are makin' it a habit t' int'rupt Remy, aren' y'?" Rogue, suddenly conscious of the compromising position she remained in, jerked herself almost violently out of the cajun's arms. Just what had come over her? She was still dizzy as she stumbled, seeking solace by her silver-topped friend. Pietro tilted slightly towards her, although he continued to give Gambit the evil eye, and rested an arm lightly around her shoulders.
"You okay, Roguey?" Rogue swallowed, nodding and murmuring an affirmative, but did not raise her eyes, fiddling with the sleeves of her shirt. Pietro looked down at her, raising a hand to brush her hair from her face almost tenderly. "Are you sure? Because if he hurt you or anything, I promise you I'll give this sleaze what for." His voice was soft and low, as if he was imparting to her a secret. Rogue's jaw hardened as she pulled away suddenly, giving the two of them a meaningful look as if to say, 'I can't believe you, go away. Leave me alone. I don't want to see you.'
Towards Pietro, she added, "Ah can take care o' mahself." With that, she snatched her belongings from where they were discarded and rushed off. The two men stared after her, emotions flickering through their eyes, one amused, the other slightly pained.
After she was a certain distance, Pietro spun around to glare at Remy, about to let out a rant, but found that the cajun was already gone.
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My chapters seem to be getting longer each time. Thanks for all the reviews so far, it's really nice to know that people have been reading.
I've discovered that Remy is a bit on the evil/asshole-ish side, at least so far. But don't worry. It'll get resolved, this IS a Rogue/Remy pairing. I just don't like it when Remy all of a sudden becomes good. I think at this point, as he is still a part of the acolytes, he's bad. It's going to take a bit more before he becomes more genuine, more sincere, more good. He's really forward, but that's how I take how he would act, how he would seduce. I don't know.
As for Pietro, I think maybe I'm portraying him softer than he really is. But I can't get around that. He has only popped up so far at opportune times to 'save' Rogue. Maybe I'll get him more to character once the story really gets goin. Plus, I'm more familiar with Remy/Rogue than I am with Pietro. He's really got a soft spot in me, now. He's so cuuuuute! Too bad I just LOVE the Remy/Rogue pairing. Residual from the old cartoon and the comic, I guess.
About Remy's eyes, they're brown right now. Keep in mind that he's got an image inducer to disguise them.
:) Keep the reviews comin', make my writing better!
Rielyn