Chapter 6
The Date
She awoke to her alarm clock buzzing. She groaned to herself, and reached over to press the snooze button.
She was really not looking forward to assisting today with the mechanics class. It wasn't that she didn't like the job; she actually felt quite the opposite about it. She thoroughly enjoyed teaching. She just wasn't looking forward to teaching with Wolverine. He was on to her, and she knew it. She knew if he found out about her new mutation he wouldn't out her, but she didn't want his opinion to change about her. She wouldn't be able to stand it if he thought negatively of her.
The sunlight was peaking through her curtains, flooding her room with light. She cracked one eye open to look at the time.
The clock read 7:00 A.M. Classes start at 8:30 A.M, and she had to be there thirty minutes early. She had an hour to get ready.
There was an upside to teaching a mechanics course, and that was the fact that she didn't have to dress up to teach it.
She lazily sat up, and rubbed her eyes. She threw back her covers and swung her legs over the side of her bed.
She let her bare toes graze the cold hardwood floor. She loved that feeling. It was little things like this that people took for granted. She used to cover herself up from head to toe. She always wore socks to bed when she shared a room with Kitty, just incase. She secretly had many little moments like this that she loved, that others wouldn't even think about.
She let the moment pass, and grudgingly left her soft, comfortable bed. She made her way to the bathroom, where she quickly washed her face. She placed her hair in a ponytail, letting the length of it cascade down her back. She was unable to tame her white streaks. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried to restrain them, they always found a way to escape and surround her face.
She threw on a pair of jean shorts and a green fitted t-shirt. She put her boots on, and laced them up. She didn't give too much thought to her outfit. She was willing to bet that Logan would make her put on one of those cover all outfits while they were in the garage.
She glanced again at the clock. It was 7:30 a.m. She still had thirty minutes. She decided to make her way down to the kitchen for some breakfast.
As she exited her room, she heard someone whistling from down the hall. She had a funny feeling that she already knew who was producing the overly exaggerated happy tune.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she glanced up and saw Remy walking up the hall.
He was awfully chipper. His was hair was messy still, like he hadn't had the chance to brush it. Yet, he still looked unbelievably good. She hated that she was so attracted to him.
She decided that she was going to ignore him. Obviously, he was starving for attention, and she refused to give it to him.
She continued to the stairs, but couldn't resist the urge to glance in his direction. When he passed her, he tipped an imaginary hat in her direction, and proceeded to make his way towards his room.
Her stubborn nature prevented her from speaking to him, but she had to admit that she was a little disappointed that he hadn't said anything to her. Not even a perverted remark or anything.
Despite everything that had occurred, she just couldn't get over that man! What was so special about him anyway? He was a gambler, a thief, a cheat, a womanizer, and at times a borderline alcoholic.
Yet, here she was, pining after him like a school girl with a pathetic crush. She knew she had it bad. She also knew that she had to get over him. He had moved on after all.
Great. Now she was in a bad mood, and she was sure that it wouldn't improve when she met up with Logan.
She entered the kitchen and was rather surprised to find that it was so busy. She made her way over to the coffee pot, and was relieved to see that someone had already brewed a fresh batch.
She grabbed a mug and poured herself some. She took cream and about six splenda packets, before making her way over to the table. Remy had often criticized the way that she prepared her coffee. He would tease her, claiming that she destroyed the flavor of her coffee by disguising it as a sugar based drink. He claimed coffee was supposed to be black for one to experience the full flavor of it. She had always disagreed.
She sat down next to Kitty, who was enjoying a bowl of cereal.
Kitty glanced up and said a quick "Hey." Before returning to her bowl. She didn't seem like her typical cheery self.
Rogue grabbed a banana from the centerpiece on the table, and began to peel it. "Is everything ok Kitty?"
The smaller woman stirred her cereal. She looked like she was playing with it more than eating it. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Rogue obviously could tell that wasn't that case. "You don't seem fine. You have been messing with that one cornflake for about five minutes. It's about to turn into mush. I don't know how you eat that stuff without sugar in it." She opened her first packet of splenda, and poured it in her coffee.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "That's coming from a woman who dumps two pounds of splenda in an ounce of coffee. I'm surprised it's not the same consistency of a slushy."
Rogue proceeded to open the second packet and pour it in her coffee. "You don't know what you're missing."
After she completed the task of adding all of the packets in her coffee, she gave it a slight stir before bringing it to her mouth. She inhaled deeply, savoring the smell. She grinned to herself, knowing she looked like someone straight from a Folger's commercial.
She took a sip, and turned her attention back to her friend. "I know something is wrong Kitty. You've never been this quiet at breakfast before."
It was true. Kitty was usually talking about some TV show that aired the night before, or getting onto someone about the murder they caused by choosing to eat bacon.
Kitty continued to play with her food. "Remember that day we were in the garage and I had to leave to take that phone call?"
Rogue nodded and gave a muffled "Mmmhmm." while she continued to sip her coffee.
"Well it was this guy that I have been…seeing."
This caught Rogue's attention. "You have a boyfriend, and you didn't tell me?"
This was way out of Kitty's character. The last guy Rogue knew that she dated was Lance. She would have to sit in their room and listen to her friend rant and rave about the kid. It was borderline obsessive.
A thought came to her, and she frowned. "Uh oh. What's wrong with him?"
Kitty looked offended. "What do you mean?"
"Something must be wrong with him. You've never talked about him before."
Kitty hated when Rogue was right. She looked around the room, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. When she determined that the coast was clear, she lowered her voice. "He has been out of the country. He is working for someone that, well lets just put it this way, someone that isn't exactly on the road to righteousness."
Kitty looked down, embarrassed by what she had just revealed. When she looked up, she was a little surprised to see that Rogue still looked composed, and was still drinking her nasty slushy coffee.
"Kitty, all of the guys you like have been bad guys. It's not that big of a surprise. Anyway, look at me! Like I have any room to talk."
Kitty knew she was referring to the crush she had on Gambit, after he practically kidnapped her and dragged her down to New Orleans. When he showed up at the mansion, the majority of them weren't exactly thrilled at the idea of having an ex Acolytes show up at their doorstep. That is why she was so nervous.
"He's different though. He is gentle and kind. He is so cute, and just hearing his voice on the phone makes my day better. He has been gone for two months now, and he was supposed to be back in the states next week. Last night when we talked, he informed me that the 'job' was taking longer than expected, and for all he knows, it could be another month before he comes back."
Rogue had a sudden rush of guilt come over her. Here she was, complaining about her own love life, when her friend was having big relationship issues herself. She wanted to ask her who it was, but she hadn't told her, and she wasn't going to push it.
"We talked about him joining the X-Men. He has a good heart, and this is where he needs to be. He just got sucked in on the wrong side, ya know? He wants to get out, and it's harder than he thought it would be."
Rogue scooted closer to her friend. "It will work out Kit. He will be back sooner then you think."
Kitty smiled faintly. "I hope you're right." She wiped her eye, and quickly changed her tone. "Anyway, its almost eight. We better get going." And with that, she placed her bowl in the sink and departed through the kitchen doors.
Rogue reluctantly got up herself. She really wasn't feeling up to this today.
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When she entered the garage, she wasn't surprised to see that Logan was already there.
He didn't even turn around when he grumbled, "You're late."
Rogue glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "Seriously? Its 8:02."
He turned towards her, wiping his hands of with an old rag. "Exactly. We start at 8:00. Make sure you're on time tomorrow, or you get an extra danger room session this week."
She could tell that he wasn't going to make this easy. "I'm not a student anymore. You can't threaten me with danger room sessions."
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Funny thing is, Chuck left three people in charge. I'm one of them. It's my way, or your outta here. Got it?'
He had never been this hard on her. She knew he wouldn't kick her out, but his words still stung.
She stubbornly crossed her arms.
"Go suit up. If the teens see you in that, it will reek of testosterone in here."
She walked to the hooks hanging on a sidewall, and grabbed the cover all. She proceeded to put it on over her clothes.
After she put on the dingy gray uniform, she made her way over to Logan. "So how is this gonna work. You talk, I show?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I'll teach. You just help them when they ask for it."
She was not just going to stand around the whole time. She had absorbed him before. She knew just as much, if not more than he did. "I am going to be bored out of my mind!"
"You are going to be in a room that consist mainly of teenage boys. You think they're just gonna let you stand on the side lines?"
Great. So now she was just in here to be eye candy.
She went across the garage to the car they would be working on. She went to go get a rag for her hands, when something caught her attention in the far corner. It was obviously a vehicle, but it couldn't be what she thought it was.
She couldn't hide the smile that came to her face when she felt a jolt of excitement run through her body. She hurried over to the car, and removed the cover.
What was underneath, in her opinion, was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.
She grazed her fingers over the red paint. "When did you get her?"
Logan came over and leaned against the side of the vehicle. "Got her not long after you left. I just finished her up recently."
She continued to run her fingers along the hood. He knew she was a sucker for classic muscle cars. The 1967 Cougar looked like it was brand new, straight off the line. "Is it the ramped up engine?"
"You know it. 335 horsepower 390 4-barrel V8 engine. This baby has got some power."
He admired the fact that she could appreciate all the hard work he had put into it. He knew she liked the classics. He got that car with her in mind. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but there was an unspoken sense of family between the two of them. When she left, he felt an awkward emptiness that he wasn't accustomed to. Working on that car was a past time that they shared, and it made him feel better when he was working under the hood.
He actually planned on giving it to her when she came back home. Kind of like a welcome home gift. But something had changed about her. She held a sadness in her eyes that wasn't there before. What had happened to her while she was gone? He knew he shouldn't push the issue so hard. Hell, there were skeletons in his closet that would never be dug up. But he knew her, and if she didn't tell someone, the bottled up emotions would eat away at her. Her physical appearance may have changed drastically, but inside she was still that insecure girl, just trying to belong somewhere.
He decided now would be a good time to address the issue. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?"
He thought that she would get defensive, and rush off, like she used to do when she was trying to hide. Instead, she continued to inspect the vehicle with a sense of awe.
"You're not gonna drop it until I tell you, are ya?"
He shrugged his shoulders, feigning indifference on the topic. "Either way, you know I always have a way of finding things out."
She decided she had to tell someone. They were all bound to find out sooner or later. She might as well tell the closest person she considered family first.
She inhaled deeply, and turned to look towards the gruff man. She proceeded to tell a very short version on what had happened. She figured the quicker she got everything out, the quicker she could get the dreaded reaction that she was expecting from him. That and also the fact that the students would begin to arrive in the next 10 minutes. When she finished, she grimaced, expecting a harsh feedback from him. When she looked up, her nightmare was confirmed. His claws were unsheathed, and he looked furious.
She felt a single tear form at the corner of her eye. "Say something."
"Does the professor know what that woman put you through? I should shred her to pieces."
Rogue couldn't help but sigh in relief. He wasn't angry with her. He was enraged at Emma. "No, but you cant say anything. She didn't have a choice. I promised I wouldn't say much about it, but trust me; her situation was way worse than mine."
He withdrew his claws, trying to regain his composure. He didn't want to upset her.
"You realize that this means you could possibly be one of the most powerful mutants on earth? I mean, you're up there."
"Yeah. That's why you can't say anything yet. Ok?"
She knew he would never betray her. She trusted him one hundred percent.
He decided that he needed a cigar. "You know I won't, but you know you will have to tell the team sooner or later."
She looked in a different direction, looking as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. He decided to lighten the mood. "Don't think just because you're invincible now that you won't get your ass beat by me in danger room."
She laughed. And it felt good to be happy, even for a short moment. "Please. I could toss you to the moon. Literally."
He chuckled at her reply.
She felt better. The students started to come in, one of them wolf whistling at her as he passed. She cracked her knuckles, and looked at Wolverine. He nodded his head, as if he knew exactly what she was asking to do. She turned towards the students seat, and nonchalantly flicked her finger towards the door, moving the guy's seat in the process. The teen missed his seat, and fell to the floor. She smiled to herself, as he looked around, embarrassed. Assisting in this class might not be so bad after all.
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The week flew by with an unexpected speed. She had fallen into her teaching routine, and enjoyed the class more than she thought she would. She found herself laughing more. The fire-starting twins were in the class, and they were a great source of comic relief. Wolverine would even crack a smile in class every now and again. She only had two months until school was out for summer vacation, and soon she would have to find something else besides danger room sessions to occupy her time.
Class was over, and the kids practically ran to the door, ready to get their weekend started. Rogue smiled to herself, knowing that not too long ago, that was her taking off at high speed to escape the restricting walls of the classroom. These kids had it lucky though; they got to receive their education at the mansion as soon as their powers manifested. Xavier's was now an accredited school for mutants, and was doing rather well. She had learned that he hired teachers to come to the school based on the needs of the students for topics that they couldn't cover. These kids didn't realize how good they had it.
She looked at the clock herself, and felt the rush of nervousness through out her body. She had a date with Warren tonight. She hadn't been on a date since…wait had she ever been on a date? She went out a few times with Remy, but just as friends. So that didn't really count. Speaking of Remy, she was going to have to put up with him and Kara, since Remy so graciously offered all of them to go on a double date. She didn't know if she was nervous because she was going out with Warren, or nervous because Remy was going to be there as well.
Either way, she didn't have much time to get ready and pick out an outfit. She had to admit that she shouldn't have waited until the last minute to decide what to wear. If worse came to worse, she could always ask Kitty to help her pick something out. Actually, that sounded like a good idea. She hadn't had a chance to talk to her friend since their kitchen conversation.
She made her way to Kitty's classroom, knowing that she would still be in there.
When she opened the door, she found Kitty working on a computer, her hands half way phased through the machine. She was looking up at the ceiling, a look of confusion on her face. It looked like she was blindly feeling around on the inside of the computer itself.
"Hey Kitty, ya busy?"
Kitty turned her attention towards her friend. "Oh hey! No, just trying to rewire it. Mutant teens and computers don't mix well, especially when that mutant's power is electricity related. What's up?"
Rogue shyly began to intertwine her hands together. "Well tonight I have my date with Warren, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me pick out something to wear."
Kitty was flabbergasted. Rogue went shopping with her, and now she was asking her for fashion advice? She was ecstatic. She resisted the urge to squeak when she answered. "Oh my gosh! We need to hurry up! Let's go!"
She grabbed Rogue's hand, and practically dragged her out of the room.
Rogue looked back. "What about the computer?"
Kitty quickly responded. "It's not going anywhere." And with that, both women quickly rushed to Rogue's room.
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While Rogue was in the shower, Kitty was still fingering through the hangers, not quite satisfied with the clothing options she had already selected that were now laying on Rogue's bed.
Rogue came out of the bathroom, dressed in some lounge clothes with the towel still wrapped around her head. She took the towel off, and bent forward, drying her hair off with her towel.
Kitty laughed at her. "I always thought you were weird when you did that. I don't understand why you practically have to hang upside down to towel dry your hair."
Rogue continued to run the towel over her head. "I don't know, it makes it fluffy. Plus it will help tonight. I think I am just gonna let it dry naturally and wear it curly."
Kitty looked at her like she had just grown another head. "Um, no. Tonight we are gonna do your hair really sexy."
Rogue laughed. "How can you make hair sexy?"
Kitty huffed. "You should straighten it. I bet it will look amazing."
Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say. Did you find anything for me to wear?"
Kitty sighed. "You really need to go shopping. You have, like, no dresses. The restaurant you are going to is super nice, and I am having a tough time finding something in your closet. What woman doesn't own a little black dress?"
Rogue silently cringed to herself, thinking of the dress Emma had given her.
She was awakened from her silent trance when there was a sudden knock at the door. Kitty went to answer it.
As soon as she opened the door, a petite woman walked in with a rack of…dresses?
Kitty stood still by the door, with a look of slight confusion on her face. "Um, can we help you?"
The woman smiled warmly at the both of them. "I am so sorry, I thought you were expecting me. I'm Heather, Warren's stylist. I was informed to bring these to a woman by the name of Rogue?"
Kitty squealed, and Rogue stood there dumbfounded. She knew Warren had money, but she didn't expect this. She felt very uncomfortable. The last time someone had delivered a dress, her night had been the worst of her life. She couldn't accept this.
"I'm really sorry, but I can't accept this. I really appreciate you stopping by though." She smiled sweetly and put on some of her southern charm. She didn't want the woman to be offended.
The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Very well. But I was given strict instructions to leave all of the dresses if you didn't choose one."
Kitty intervened. "Rogue, you need a dress. And Warren sent a stylist! Do you hear me? A STYLIST! This is awesome. Please, can we just pick one? Just one?"
Kitty had an over exaggerated puppy dog look on her face. Rogue rolled her eyes. "OK. Fine."
She turned her attention back to the other woman in the room. "What do you suggest?"
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Forty-five minutes later, Rogue had a great ensemble. The dress she selected was a champagne color. It was a Valentino lace detailed dress, and it looked great. It came above her knees, and hugged her form. It had a round neck, but the entire chest area was made of a beautiful see through lace that had a gorgeous pattern through out it. Her long legs were complimented with metallicy Prada caged heels, and a clutch of the same color. The stylist decided against a necklace because she didn't want anything to take away from the lace design on the dress, so she opted for a simple pair of gold drop earrings.
Rogue looked in the mirror. She looked amazing. Her hair was straightened, and her bangs were side swept across her forehead and down the side of her face. She knew she was going on a date with Warren, but an itsy bitsy part of her wanted to look stunning for Remy as well, just to show how good she could clean up.
Her make up was perfect, not to heavy but not extremely light. Her friend took a step back, and inspected her. "I'm so jealous. Why can't I have your body?"
Rogue laughed. "Your fine. I feel bad about wearing this though. I don't want him to think, you know, that I owe him something."
Kitty shook her head. "Angel isn't like that. He is a super nice guy. I am so excited for you!" Her look of happiness faltered. "Who knows when I will be able to go on a date again."
Rogue grabbed her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "When your man comes back, we will all go out. I will even go shopping with you to pick out a dress."
Kitty's look of sadness quickly changed with the idea of shopping. "Well you better get going, they are all down there waiting on you."
Rogue lost track of time. It was 7:45, and their reservations were at 8:00. "Crap! Kitty you should have told me the time!"
Kitty cracked a smile as Rogue rushed out of the room. "You always want to make him wait a little bit. It makes the 'wow' factor of seeing you dressed up for the first time that much more worth the wait."
She made her way to the stairs, where she saw the small party waiting for her. Kara was dressed in a plain black dress. Rogue felt a little overdressed, but she felt better when she saw that the guys were dressed in suits. Instinctively, her eyes went to Remy first. He looked like a God. He still had the five o'clock shadow on his face, but his hair was pulled back out of his face. Her eyes then moved over to Warren. Wow. He looked really good too. His long blond hair was pulled back, and he was wearing a nice suit as well. He had on a longer dress jacket though, to cover up his wings. She thought that was a shame, because she did like the sight of them.
She took a deep breath in and exhaled before she made her way down the steps.
Remy was the first to notice her. He was in mid conversation with Kara, and stopped abruptly when saw her. Her eyes met his briefly, before Warren greeted her. "Rogue, you look absolutely stunning."
Rogue blushed slightly. "Thanks to you. You really didn't have to do all that for me."
"Yes I did. I have to admit, I have good taste, but that woman has prevented me from making some major style mistakes."
Rogue teased him. "Oh, so you thought I was going to make a fashion mistake?"
Warren laughed. "That would be impossible. You would look good in anything."
The two smiled at each other. Remy couldn't handle seeing his Rogue flirting with another man.
Wait, what was he talking about? She thought he was serious with Kara. She had every right to go on this date. That didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with the situation.
He placed his arm around Kara's waist. "Are we ready to leave?"
He turned his attention to Rogue. "I never took you as the type to take three hours to get ready for a man. I learn something new about you everyday."
Rogue gritted her teeth, but kept a smile on her face. "I'm just full of surprises." She rested her hand on Warren's chest as she turned towards him. "And some are very, very good surprises."
Remy smirked at her. This was going to be a very interesting night.
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The restaurant was beautiful. They had just received their meals, and they were enjoying their food.
Rogue noticed Remy staring at her. She decided this would be a good opportunity to mess with him.
She lifted her fork to her lips; slowly entering it into her mouth as she closed her eyes. She slowly withdrew it, softly moaning. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw that Remy was ogling her. She smiled to herself. "I'm sorry, but this is so good."
Remy couldn't believe it. She had made the first attempt to mess with him. He did have to admit that she knew what she was doing. Seeing her slowly withdraw that fork from her mouth caused a stir in his manhood. Game on.
He picked up a strawberry that came with their champagne. "Yes, it is good. Did you know that this small, sensual fruit, like oysters, is an aphrodisiac? It's almost artistic watching a woman being fed this fruit." He slowly lifted the fruit up to Kara's mouth.
"Her eye's become entranced, wanting more from the hand that feeds her."
Kara slowly took a bite, never taking her eyes off of him.
"She has to resist the natural urge to moisten her lips, waiting for that sensual kiss to be placed upon her wanting mouth."
Kara did then lick her lips, leaning in towards Remy.
"While her other set of full, womanly lips have no choice but to moisten at the touch of her lover." He then placed a kiss on her trembling lips.
Rogue could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably. How could a man talking about a strawberry turn her on? Warren even appeared to be blushing slightly from the other couples display of affection.
Rogue needed a drink. She took her glass of champagne, not before taking out the strawberry, and tossed it back. Gambit noticed her actions, and grinned to himself.
Three glasses later, she was starting to feel slightly tipsy. She had a very low tolerance when it came to alcohol. She knew that she could call forth Wolverine's mutation to avoid the affects of the drink, but she decided she liked the feeling of the buzz.
Kara looked at Rogue, feeling bad that she hadn't said much to the woman during dinner. "So Rogue, I love your dress! Is that a Valentino?"
Rogue giggled, for some unknown reason. "Why, yes it is. Warren bought it for me."
Gambit lifted his eyebrows in Warren's direction, impressed. "Wow mon ami, good taste. I knew you were the wine and dine type of guy, but I never pictured you as the type to pick out a dress for a woman for the first date. Very bold move, especially when dealing with a hot tempered southern belle, like that one." He pointed in Rogue's direction with his thumb.
Rogue knew that he was trying to fire her up, but for some reason she didn't care.
"I thought it was sweet." She looked at Warren. He really was a good-looking guy. Why hadn't she noticed before?
She poured herself another glass of champagne. As she took a sip, she noticed couples were starting to slow dance on a little dance floor to the classical tunes of a piano.
Warren saw her looking, and took the hint. He stood, and took her hand. "Rogue, may I have the pleasure?"
She giggled in response, and merely nodded her head. Maybe she needed to slow down on the champagne.
As he led her out to the floor, she turned to see Remy following her figure. She smiled to herself, and leaned into Warren for an added affect.
She wasn't going to lie; she liked the way it felt to be held by a man, even if it was only dancing. Five years ago, she never would have imagined that she would be here, doing this.
He seemed to like the feeling as well. He held her close.
Her eyes suddenly lifted to his. She needed to be kissed. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that she had never actually kissed a man. She just felt the urge to feel what it was like.
She lifted her emerald eyes to meet pools of blue. He leaned in towards her mouth with his own.
The moment was interrupted when Remy cut in. He had been dancing with Kara, and saw the whole display before him.
"Can I cut in?"
Warren, of course being the nice guy that he was, agreed. He went to go dance with Kara.
Rogue, for some reason, couldn't get mad. She decided she was having trouble standing straight, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He seemed surprised by her adjustment. He decided that he would be honest with her, even if she had had a little too much to drink. "You can't kiss him Chère."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Is that so? Unfortunately, you have no say in the matter."
He smirked. "Yes I do, because you will be kissing me."
She giggled some more. Man she felt good. "Really?"
She tried to think up some snappy remark, but her brain apparently couldn't handle that task at the moment. His hands were so warm.
She slowly let her finger rest in his hair at the base of his neck. She absent mindedly twirled small cyclones of hair between her fingers.
"I wanted it to be you. You're so fucking hot."
He laughed, now knowing that her drinking state had moved from buzzed, to full fledged drunk. "I think it's time to go Chère."
She pushed away from him. "Your not the boss of me! I am sooo much stronger then you. I could seriously lift an elephant. Oh my gosh! You should have Kara turn into an elephant, and I can pick her up!"
Gambit knew he was wrong, but he couldn't help but laugh. The girl wasn't making any sense. It was seriously time to go.
She pouted. His smile faded, because he realized that he had genuine feelings for this woman. He could never picture hurting her, and that is exactly what he had done. He knew he had to let her go. He never wanted her to be hurt, and if she were with him that would be unavoidable. He had so many secrets…
He looked into her eyes, which were staring deeply into his. They both stopped their swaying, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. He had always wondered what her mouth would taste like. She had the most beautiful lips. He instinctively moved in towards her.
"Hey Remy, are you ready to go?"
He was awakened from his trance when Kara interrupted their moment.
"Yeah. Lets go."
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Warren was leading her up the stairs. She had moved past her drunken stage, and now just wanted to sleep.
They approached her door. She had noticed Kara eyeing her, before entering Remy's room. Was she giving her a dirty look? She turned her door handle. "Want to come in for a minute?"
"Um, sure."
He stood in her room awkwardly for a moment.
"Rogue, I had a great time with you tonight."
She looked up into his baby blues. He was very attractive. She wondered why he was single.
"I had a great time with you too Warren."
He smiled down at her. "We should do this again."
"We definitely should."
She noticed that he had licked his lips. They looked warm and inviting. She knew that Gambit only wanted friendship. She decided it was now or never.
She moved her head up to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, and he kissed her back.
She decided that she liked kissing. Her body had a natural reaction to the kiss, and she again could feel the heat radiating towards her core.
She decided that she wanted to try kissing him more deeply, but he pulled away before she could try.
"I know that I am going to regret this tomorrow, but I am not the type of guy to take advantage of a woman. You had quite a few drinks back there."
She smiled at his sweetness. Little did he know that she used Logan's mutation in the car, and she was no longer drunk. She was simply tired, but she admired the fact that he was a gentleman.
"I'm fine. But I am tired."
He did move in to give her a simple kiss goodnight. "Maybe we could get lunch tomorrow?"
She nodded her head in agreement. He then proceeded to head towards his room.
She smiled to herself as she closed her door behind him. She didn't notice the angry glowing red orbs looking at her from outside her balcony window.
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She slowly opened her eyes the next morning. The light was giving her a headache. Apparently, she still had a hangover, despite using Wolverine's mutation. She closed her eyes and rolled over, noticing the shadow of a figure from behind her lids. She quickly opened her eyes, and saw Emma before her. She abruptly sat up. "Emma what the hell, you scared the crap out of me—"
Her words immediately stopped when she saw the other figure in a chair across the room.
The blue woman slowly stood up. "Hello, my daughter."
A/N: Hello all! I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry about the wait time. I had a lot of things going on. So what did ya'll think? It's not that action packed, but I'll try to make it a little more exciting in future chapters. So what do you guys think about Mystique showing up? Any ideas? I am a review whore btw, I just love them. The feedback really helps my writing. So please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please review! I see all the hits and alerts, so I know you are out there! I think I am going to start doing little shout outs to awesome reviews that I receive. Or pick one that is creative or sparks my interest. Or one that makes me laugh. One of the above.
SOOOOO my first shout out will be to KLynn11, who privately messaged me because she couldn't review again on the same chapter. Now that is dedication! Kylynn11, this is my incentive plan we discussed, hopefully it works! Lol.
