Chapter 8.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own X:Men, any Marvel TM. Any rights to Martina McBride's songs,etc. etc. etc. (I'm poor, I can't own anything)
Howdy HO! Well if you're reading this that means that you took some interest and I thank you kindly. After a LONG (over a year) hiatus, I'm back and writing again. So here's the long awaited chapter eight to this fic. (Song: Martina McBride's I Can't Stop Loving You)
AGAIN: I DON'T OWN THE SONG OR THE X:MEN!!!!
Please don't sue me. :
Gambit held Rogue's hand, ungloved now as the walked inside. Rogue realized that she felt as though she were on a cloud. It was true that she had gain control of her powers in the time that he was gone, but ever since the instant that he had come home, they'd turned themselves back on. She could feel the poison that had been held back against a steel wall of her mind come pouring back into her veins within and hour of setting eyes on him.
And yet, they'd kissed. A real kiss. Her first real, honest to goodness kiss had been with the man who had broken her heart. Never mind that it was after he'd put it back together again. Rogue had to admit that she was warming up to the idea of loving him again.
But just as soon as the warmth spread into her heart, her mind, still frigid, cut it off, remembering the way that she had vowed to hate him forever.
As he sat on the bed beside her, she recalled poignant memories. She sat just where he was now crying less than a year ago on his birthday. No matter how much she told herself that she'd had forgotten about Remy LeBeau, she hadn't. Every part of her had been in constant ache for him and hadn't yet stopped.
What seemed to be a hologram popped up on the bed with them, in her mind. Herself, curled into a little ball, sobbing as she clutched a pillow. She could vividly remember thinking, wishing her thoughts out to find him, "I can't stop loving you."
Traveling back even farther, her thoughts penetrated repression and entered a realm of sadness. Not so very long ago would she pace around this room in mourning. Not wanting to ever leave because she just couldn't face the world outside.
A year ago, when she was calling out to him with silence, she thought, "So I've made up my mind, to live in memory of such and old lonesome time." She had wanted so badly to return to the tie where she was without his love and no reason to be so sad and feeling alone.
To be alone without ever knowing love was better than being heartbroken to Rogue.
Gambit had caught her attention and brought her back to the present day. "Chere, y'really wanna know how I do't (do it)?"
Rogue smiled inwardly. "Do what?" Snap out of it girl. This is no time for silly innuendo.
"Touch y'" He said, brushing his hand across her cheek.
"At the moment?" She said, confidently meeting his gaze. The flurry of emotions that had entered her heart at his mere touch had dazed her. How could this intensity be coming back so quickly, after only a few minutes with him again?
"No. G-" She stopped herself. "Remy, I can't stop wantin' you, it's useless to say. I've sat here hopin' that you'd come back. I wanted so badly for you to come back. I've lived my life in dreams of yesterday. I-….I wanted so badly to be able to touch you, hold you, caress you when..well..if you ever came back."
"I want'd dat too, chere. Dat's why taught m'self dis funny new trick." He smiled now.
"No, Remy, I ain't done. I taught myself somethin' too." She watched as his face paled, then flushed with surprise.
"Quoi?" He asked.
Rogue concentrated rebuilding the intricate system of barriers that the professor had helped her erect in her mind. She could feel the poison that made her skin crawl whenever she got near a person leaving her body, powering down. She wasn't so sure if this was a guaranteed thing. To try and power down, to turn it off, so quickly could be dangerous for him if she tried to touch him. But she was willing to take that risk.
"Ya remember those happy hours, that we once knew? How we used ta go walkin' around the edge of the lake, holdin' hands. How I would look longin'ly inta your eyes, like they were the only thing left in the world that I wanted ta look at?"
He nodded silently. "Remy……I can control it now. All those nights that I spend cryin' over you. Though long ago, they still make me blue. I could never figure out why the hell ya left. And…I thought…….I thought that it mighta been that you could never touch me like ya wanted. So…..I had Charles help me to learn to control it."
Gambit's eyes had gotten as big a golf balls in the time that she had rushed out her words. She reached her hand up to brush his face, still frozen in shock.
But as she laid her palm flat against his cheek, she noticed how he didn't flinch. His eyes became filled with a lust that was indescribable. As though he wanted to give her the universe and more all within her small bedroom. "Cher, non, mon amour, je tout vous donnerai sur cette terre, si je pourrais avoir juste un baiser. un baiser et alors je peux mourir un homme heureux. s'il vous plaît ? Me montrer votre nouveau pouvoir." He whispered to her, knowing that she understood every word.
She gently pressed her mouth to his, a mere brush of lips, and realized that everything that she had ever denied herself had been in Remy all along.
Before crushing her mouth onto his, she replied. "Il y a votre baiser. Vous savez, ils qui chronomètrent guérissent un coeur cassé. Mais le temps s'est tenu calme puisque nous avons été à part. Je vous aime Remy LeBeau. Et je toujours ferai."
translation-
1." Dear, no, my love, I will give you everything on this earth, if I could just have a kiss. one kiss and then I can die a happy man. Please? Show me your new power."
2."There is your kiss. You know, they that time heals a broken heart. But time has stood still since we've been apart. I love you Remy LeBeau. And I always will."