Anya was making her way back up to her room when a somewhat familiar voice called out. "Hey Southern Sweet Stuff, how's it going? Oh wow! You're looking good, like really good." Bobby Drake drawled out as he looked Anya over. She didn't feel exposed in Gambit's presence, but in Bobby's she felt completely nude. Yes, she was currently holding herself from falling out of her top but she did not feel indecent until now.
"Uhm…Bobby, raight? It's uhmn nice to see yah. But ahm kinda in a hurry." She indicated to her chest as she continued to walk around Bobby. However, Bobby sidestepped back into her way. "Hey listen, I just wanted to let you know….not everyone thinks you're a freak. I personally think you're anything but freaky. In fact, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind hanging out some time? It'd show everyone that you're not a freak. Maybe, some food and karaoke?" He smiled awkwardly at her, his eyes dragging down her body to rest on the way her arms pressed her boobs together to make them look larger and more inviting than usual.
"That's really sweet of yah Bobby, really it is. But can ah think about it after ahm dressed and not in a hurry?" She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh uh sure. See you around sometime Anya." He waved as he turned and left. Anya left out a sigh she hadn't known she was even holding in. If she didn't know any better she'd think she was just asked on a date. She'd have to think this all over soon, but not now. She needed to get back to her room, shower all the nasty pool water from her body, and get dressed all before Remy got to her room.
She had made it the rest of the way back to her room with no further interruptions. She was happy for that. She was stripping as soon as her door was closed and locked. Of course she locked the door, even though she was expecting Remy, she didn't want him coming in at an inopportune time. She was naked before she even reached her bathroom. Turning the shower on to hot she waited for it to heat up. She looked herself over in the mirror as steam began to fog everything up.
She was making sexy faces in the mirror. She was pouting, smiling, winking, anything you could possibly think of as she saw herself disappear. With a disappointed pout she stepped into the water. As she let the hot water beads roll down her body her mind wandered. She was trying to decide which outfit she would wear for her and Remy's rendezvous. She mentally decided upon the black mini skirt that stopped a few inches before her knees and the dark red halter top. The top had a corseted look to it, tying in the back and buttoning in the front. She smiled at her selection; hopefully Remy would enjoy it too.
She was now rinsing the soap from her hair. She had yet to wash off, but needed to hurry. Grabbing her loofa she quickly got it all sudsy. She then began to run the sponge over her body. "Chere, you need any help in dere?" Remy's voice slinking through the steam had Anya jumping five feet into the air. "Remy? How in the world did yah get in mah room?" Anya's calm reply betrayed her racing heart. "Remy just snuck in trew da window chere. You left it open for him last night that offer non good no more?" Remy's scolded child voice tugged at Anya's heart strings. "Of course it's open for yah Remy, just a little warning next tahm, please?"
"Okay, next time Remy will make some noise Chere. Promets." Gambit's voice had a very joking lilt to it. Anya sighed, wondering what she had gotten herself into now. She quickly rinsed her body from all the sudsy goodness before shutting the shower off. After sliding the door to the shower open she stepped out onto the mat. Grabbing the fluffy towel from the rack beside the shower she began to vigorously dry herself off. That was when she paused with horror. Remy was in her room, where her clothes currently were. She would have to stroll out there in just a towel to get her clothes. "Darn it!"
Wrapping the towel tightly around her torso she walked out her eyes locked on her dresser. A low whistle had her stopping in her tracks. "Chere, Remy t'inks he be a little overdressed, non?" "Oh yah cocky sonuvagun, yah know ah was just in the showah. Ah forgot to grab muh clothes before headin in." Gambit shrugged as he leaned back onto Anya's fluffed pillows. "Whatever you say chere. Remy just t'ought dat you were trying to show off for him." His dark eyes lingered on her agile body as she moved across the room. Grabbing the first things out of each drawer she took off to the bathroom again.
"Stay where yah are Remy. I swear ah'll harm yah if yah don't!" Anya called from behind a locked door. She glanced down at her hasty selection. She had grabbed the right shirt and some matching under garments, however she grabbed the wrong bottoms. Instead of the skirt she had a pair of very short black jean shorts. Sighing in defeat she got dressed.
Gambit's eyes flicked lazily towards the bathroom when he heard the door click open. She was slowly peaking around the door frame, slipping further into the room. "Remy, what did yah want ta talk to meh about?" Anya questioned as she came into full view. Remy's mouth fell open. She was absolutely breathtaking. The shirt gave her a very sophisticated look while the shorts added some sexy sass to the ensemble. Remy was so wrapped up in Anya and how she looked he hadn't realized she'd crossed the room. She now stood on the opposite side of the bed that Remy was occupying. "Well?" She asked, her eyes giving her nervousness away.
"Well chere, Remy knows you know bout being a clone now. But Remy have de funny feeling dat dey didn't tell you everyt'ing." His eyes took on a sudden sadness as he spoke. Anya sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. Her eyes never left his. Her were filled with love and hope while his was filled with longing and sorrow. It was when he looked into her eyes that he realized he couldn't tell her. There was too much hope in her eyes, hope for her and Remy. Shaking his head he continued, "Dey tell you dat de bleu lady, she not de only one in on it?" He couldn't tell her that he had mixed feelings about her, not yet.
"What? Uhm, no they didn't sug. Is this what yah wanted to talk about? My creation? 'Cause sugah ah know about as much as anyone else." Gambit rolled his shoulders in a blasé way that had her temper flaring just a little. "Do yah know something that ah don't Remy?" Anya asked, her eyes narrowed and her eyes guarded. "Non chere, non besides what Remy just told you. You know, you look good, too good to waste sitting inside. Why not let Remy take you out tonight?" Remy asked as he took in her stiff pose. Finally her shoulders relaxed. "Sure sugah. Ah'll go with yah tonight. Ah want to hear the ansah to my question from our first chat anyways." Her smile was sweet and innocent. He couldn't corrupt her, he'd take it slow. He'd make her love him for who he was, not because she was programmed to. He would fall in love with her the right way, he would make this work, he just had to. "We go somewhere private den? Somewhere nice so we can talk, non?"
"That sounds wonderful Remy. Ah'm ready to go whenever yah are." She stood and nervously smoothed her shorts. Remy grabbed her hand stopping her nervous habit. "You're your jacket chere, Remy taking you out for de lunch. Then you can see how we X-men like to party." Remy smirked as he got up and waited for her. Anya nodded as she grabbed her half jacket she had worn earlier. She wound her arm through Remy's offered one as they exited the room. With a silent click the door closed shut on her room, but opened onto what could be the beginning of 'them'.