Marvel Characters are not mine. Don't sue. Howevah if any o' yo' want ta lend mah Remy...ah'd be most appreciative.

Her breathing's light, a smile graces Remy LeBeau's face as he notices this. His months haven't been too lonely, one of the only psyches the Rogue allows to stay unlocked in her head. He keeps company with a chosen few, namely Cody and Wolverine.

Remy lookes over at the two men sprawled on the couch across from him. Logan chugging Canadian beer and Cody sipping lightly on a diet soda...Cody reminded Remy of Clay Aiken, ie gay. The thought made LeBeau chuckle as he looked at the televsion, the living room they were sitting in was part of the Professor's house idea. Basically in one of his training sessions with Rogue Xavier had suggested she set her mind up like a house. Unwanted psyches locked on sub levels, seperated by those she might want to let out and those she wanted nothing to do with. Remy had escorted Rogue to those sub levels once, when he first came to her mind...and when she was still trying to decide if she wanted to get rid of him. He remembered their conversation as they walked the sterile halls.

Flashback/Memory

"Tha' professor t'inks ah ought ta lock yo' up Sugah."

"Really chere, why be dat?"

"He t'inks yo' be a distraction, dat it'd be dangerous ta have yo' loose in mah head."

Rogue's eyes, mirroring Remy's for the time being, sparkled as she smiled.

"'n what do yo' t'ink chere?"

She had grinned at him "Ah t'ink he's right."

The memory made Gambit smile. Instead of locking him up she had shown him the doors to all the other Psyches, only opening one...Carol Danvers. Remy remembered the older mutant's room well, it was room fit for a Queen. In the center of the bed lay a prone form...the psyche of Ms. Marvel. "Ah have ta keep her like that" Rogue had admitted "Otherwise she gets too strong." After their tour of the basements she had shown him the first floor, comprised of a living room, game den, kitchen, and a bedroom. He had smiled when he saw the three beds "This mean Remy be getten ta stay?" "Mahbah."

The second story contained an empty room and Rogue's bedroom/library. "Tha library's all tha stuff ah know." she smirked "So most of it's trivial." Gambit smiled as he pulled out a novel marked 'Orlando Bloom' "So it would seem chere.", he slid it back into place next to the one labeled "Lyrics." Rogue motioning for him to follow her quickly she walked through the doorway and back into the hall, pulling on a ring that until that moment he hadn't noticed hung from the ceiling. "Attic" she explained as she shimmied up the stairs. In the attic Remy saw box after box after box of..."Memories." Rogue smiled as she lifted the lid to one of the boxes. "Your's Chere?" "Some of them." Rogue smiled "Some are yours, and Cody's, and Logan's." She pointed to a far corner lined with metal boxes as Remy glanced over at her "Tha' darker stuff Sugah, most ah don' even look at 'fore ah lock 'em away."

Gambit's POV

It wasn't fair she have to deal with all that stuff. Remy sighed as he loss interest in the movie and thought about Rogue, sleeping in real life...and probably feigning it in her room upstairs. Her room, as smile crept across his lips as he slid from his chair. Cody and Logan not noticing he was gone.

Gambit slid the door open gently and closed it behind him, stealthily sliding over to the bed "Chere, yo' wake?" when she didn't answer he sat next to her, brushing gloved fingertips across her lips.

"Re...Remy?" Rogue's eyes were glazed as she stared up at him

"Shh chere, it be only a dream." and with that he pressed his lips to hers, gently. When Rogue didn't feel the pull of her powers, which usually manifest in her psyche as well as her physical form, she returned the kiss. Remy groaned as she deepened it, feeling the overwhelming need that months of celibacy had presented to him, though he was just a fragment of the real Remy LeBeau's psyche he still had the mannerisms of the real version. He was his own entity trapped inside her head. Crushing his lips to hers he slid his hands behind her head, pulling her into a sitting position with him. Gently his tongue parted her lips as he entered her mouth she let out a moan. Gambit could feel a tightening sensation in his loins that was only furthur increased by the feeling of her fingers running through his hair.

"Mon dieu. Rogue."

"Gambit" Rogue's breath was ragged "Ah need yo' 'n now Sugah."