A/N This one is dedicated to Gambette123. You are so awesome! Your reviews inspire me to write on. It's so awesome to hear that someone loves my story. So this chapter I kicked out just for you. My little writing hamsters in my brain sure are working hard in this one, just for you!
Bobby had been walking around the mansion since bumping into Anya earlier. It was just a little past noon on a Friday. Bobby was trying to find his southern belle when he heard her voice from down the hall. Now was the perfect time to go on that date they were talking about earlier. "This is really sweet of yah Remy. Ah really haven't been anywhere since Mystique woke meh up." 'Remy,' Bobby thought. That no good dirty thief! He stole Rogue from him; he wasn't going to steal Anya too.
Bobby stepped into the nearest room to avoid being seen by Anya and Remy. He was really interested in Anya, and was hurt at the prospect of her and Remy being together. Remy had stolen his best friend's heart, now he was going to steal Anya's? Bobby needed to come up with a plan and fast.
Anya's point of view: Remy was holding a very nice conversation with her as they walked to the garage. They talked about very simple things like where they would go to eat and whether or not to take Remy's bike or the X-jeep. It was an unanimous decision on the bike. Anya had her black leather half jacket, they both agreed she'd look pretty kick ass on the back of a bike.
Remy said something silly that had both of them laughing. When Remy stopped laughing Anya looked up. Remy looked extremely sober as he nodded towards Logan. "Mon ami, we are going for a quick bite, non? You could join Remy later at de bar, Remy gunna teach Anya how to shoot pool."
Logan nodded towards them, eyeing Gambit carefully. "I might catch you there Gumbo." Logan smirked at the smile on Anya's face. He was already close to Anya because of her likeliness to Rogue. He always had a soft spot for Rogue, and it just transferred to Anya. "Be careful around him. Gumbo's a master thief darling, and possessions ain't the only thing he'll steal."
Anya smiled at the almost fatherly advice. She was still smiling at the look on Gambit's face as they hopped onto his bike. He handed Anya the only helmet. "Hang on tight dere chere. It might be a little fast and bumpy." He smirked as she gave him a confused look. Gambit sped off down the driveway causing Anya to yipe as she death gripped Remy's waist. "Remy!" She hollered between giggles.
At a restaurant in downtown New York: Anya had removed the helmet and began fussing with her hair. "Chere, you look tres belle." Gambit rolled as he took her hand and dawned it with a simple kiss. The redness that flared in Anya's cheeks did not go unnoticed. "Chere, you look bonne with dat red on your cheeks." Gambit meant it too. The slight flushed look Anya wore gave her a seductive grace that she normally tried to hide. The red also helped her beautiful eyes stand out even more.
"Come now my Cherie, we have lunch awaiting us do we not?" Gambit smirked as he led her into the restaurant. The waiter led them to a small secluded table. The lighting was romantic and very soothing to Gambit's sensitive eyes. "Ah this is tres magnifique. Remy loves de way de lighting here brings out how blue your eyes be." Anya blushed as she battered her eyelashes. "Is that what yah say to all the belles 'round here Remy?"
Remy suddenly looked very serious. "Remy never jokes about dat kind of stuff chere. You shouldn't either." "Oh," was all Anya could say as she looked straight into his very deep eyes. "Remy, has anyone evah told yah how beautiful yer eyes are?" She asked as she finally opened her menu. Wine and water was all they had to drink and she was thinking a nice glass of wine might calm her butterflying stomach. "Only one other person Chere, and this leads us back to de question from earlier." The waiter came back from helping other tables and was ready to get a drink order. "Any hor dourves with your wine?" The waiter asked in a snooty voice. "Non, de wine will be all for now." Remy replied.
Remy began to unravel the story that was Rogue and him. How they met and how he fell in love at first sight. How he had chased her all around trying to get her attention. He even mentioned the small dates Rogue finally let them go on. Anya's heart twisted as she listened attentively. Eventually it led to Rogue gaining control over her powers and her new insecurities that came with that control. "And dat chere is why Remy was sad when we first met." Gambit's smile was rueful despite how happy he pretended to be. Gambit had talked their way through the whole lunch and Anya was surprised to see how much time seemed to fly when she was with Remy.
"Remy, ah'm so sorry yah had to endure all that heartache. No man should put himself through that. What you did was amazing and ah'm saddened to hear it didn't work out." Anya reached her hand across the table to rest on top of Remy's. "I don't need pity chere. Remy's seeing dat maybe t'ings happen for a reason. And de reason dey happened to Remy was to get him here wit' you." Remy winked but there was no other jokiness in his words.
Anya had started the nervous habit of smoothing her shorts before stopping herself. "Remy, ah…ah hope we can do this again soon. Ah've really enjoyed myself and for once ah didn't feel…different. Yah make me forget ah'm an abomination. Dat ah shouldn't be here. Yah make me forget everything." Anya smiled as she locked eyes with Remy. Her shy one was met with a bright one from Remy, meaning he was up to something. "C'mon chere, it's time to learn de best game a person can play wit'out cards."
"Yah gunna teach meh how to play pool?" Anya's eyes glittered with excitement. "Of course chere. Now, come on before we are late to meet with de Wolverine. " Nodding enthusiastically they stole from the dinner. Anya never noticed the bill sitting on the table with no money or card to pay it.
French: Mon ami - my friend
Tres belle - very beautiful
Bonne - Good