Chapter 8

Groaning, Rogue opened her eyes and was surprised to find she wasn't staring at the ceiling of the med-lab. Or the cabin. So where the hell was she?

"Mornin', chere," was the first thing she heard.

"Who the- REMY! What the hell are you doing? Where are we? Why… damn it, Swamp Rat, you did it again!"

"Did what?" was Remy's innocent response.

"Interfered with my life! I didn't need your help when I was 14, I don't need it now!" Rogue was pissed. Then she realized that he must have found her. Apparently the bastard couldn't even let her die without getting involved… but how did he find her?"

Remy gave her a more serious look than she'd known he was capable of. "Chere, Gambit and y' both know y' need help." The fact that she didn't argue satisfied him for now, so he chose to change subjects. "So, Roguey, how y' been keepin' off boys in de institute?"

Rogue gave him a death glare like no other, than replied, "Ah haven't had any trouble with it. 's not too hard when there aren't any boys interested."

"Y' livin' wit' a bunch o' blind men an' retards now? An' Remy heard de x-men be some o' de best… Remy's disappointed. Unless y' turned lesbian on me…" The back of her gloved hand collided with his face. At least one thing hadn't changed, she was still just as violent as always. "Y' may be as violent as always, but dat doesn't answer Remy's question. 'Course, y' can only convince Remy de same way y' always convinced him before dat y' love me. Remember, chere? It's great fun…"

"Ah… Ah can't. Ah can't touch at all now Remy."

"Yes, y' can. Remy touched y' tons already and we're both fine." He let that sink in for her, especially since he'd only comprehended it when she was unconscious. Rogue hesitantly reached out to touch his face. No memories, no thoughts, no psych, and he looked fine. She decided to take a risk; she kissed him.

After about 30 seconds she pulled away, just to be sure he was really ok. Yep, Remy was just as hot and cocky as when she'd been 14 and he'd been 19. (A/N: Now she's 17 and he's 22 cuz I have no clue what their actual ages are). Remy didn't give Rogue much time to inspect him, quickly pulling her back into the kiss. It was incredibly convenient they'd been sitting on a bed, and Remy saw that as a sign. The fact that he'd put her there had nothing to do with it.

Soon she was lying underneath him, and discovered that while it took her a little longer to unzip his fly after years without practice he still got her out of her clothes without any effort. While she was fumbling he took his shirt off, and when he was done with that he managed to get rid of his pants, an object which the couple both thought was overrated. His hair was falling over his face, and the two of them were both eager for something they hadn't done for far too long.

In the background a slight knocking could be heard but neither really cared. Rogue hadn't touched anyone at all for years and wasn't going to be distracted… the door opened.

"Shit!" was the general reaction. 3 boys had just come in and all of them said the same thing. Upon realizing that was also Rogue's response, while Remy glared and protectively held the comforter up for Rogue until she was dressed, then he began pulling on his clothes.

"What de hell are y' doing 'ere Pietro?" Remy growled, reminding Rogue of Logan to an absurd degree.

"WhothehellissheGambit?We'rehereworkingnottohavesex!" A grand total of two people, including him, understood that.

"Mah name's Rogue, Gambit has sex whenever he feels like it last Ah checked, and Ah'd appreciate it if ya at least told meh who y' are before ya'll spaz out on meh."

"I'm Pietro."

"Rogue, how did you understand him?" one of Pietro's companions chimed in. "It's still hard for me and I'm his teammate!"

"John? What the hell are ya doin' here boy?"

"Gambit ne'er been so confused in 'is life."

Sorry this chapters so short and it took a day longer to update than planned but I've been having some "personal issues". The next chapter should be a lot longer and hopefully won't suck nearly as much. Also, if anybody knows a lot about the acolytes and would tell me that'd be great because my knowledge of them is very pathetic and leaves much to be desired.