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"Wait what!?" Rogue shouted, eyes widening as the information set in.
"Oui, je suis Gambit?" He said, confused. "Has Gambit met you before mon chérie?" he asked, knowing that he would've remembered the belle femme if he had.
Flustered, Rogue stood up shaking her head, "No, no we haven't met before" She said, realizing her mistake "But ah've heard of you around, you're pretty famous in these parts'' Regaining her cool charade.
"Oh well dat makes sense, I am de infamous Gambit chérie," He responded with a wink.
Rogue was beginning to become annoyed by this man, being soaking wet and cold didn't help her mood either.
"Oh just hush your mouth, y-you swamp rat!" She said with a slight stutter.
Rogue couldn't quite tell if the cause was because she was cold or because of the smile he flashed her. She ignored both.
Gambit looked amused, with maybe even a hint of awe in his expression that she had called him such a name.
"Swamp rat? Well, mon bijou you sure are quick to make up names pour moi.'' He said chuckling.
Rogue's face flushed red as she stood up and furiously walked away.
Urgggg this swamp rat is infuriating! Ah can't believe I actually thought he was good-looking! She thought fuming.
Gambit chased after Rogue, smiling the entire time.
"Chérie if yer gonna walk away at least give Gambit his coat back," He said in a joking tone.
Rogue realized that the warm leather coat was still draped around her shoulders. Angry, she tore it off of her and threw it back at him but realized that it was now equally soaked in beer as she was. Blushing, Rogue looked up
"Sorry, it's now all beer-ey," She told him while mentally slapping herself.
Gambit thought she was adorable with an embarrassed expression but decided against further aggravating her.
"It's fine petite, dis jacket has seen worse days''.
Rogue breathed a sigh of relief until she saw the look of mischief in his eyes.
"But, nonetheless chérie it still smells like beer, to make it up you should let Gambit walk yer home."
Reality set in again and Rogue realized that she was still lost in a foreign country with a broken phone and nowhere to go.
Shyly, she looked down, "Well swamp rat, that might be a problem".
Gambit noticed how anxious she was and his eyes darted to the shattered phone in her hand. A deep laugh erupted from him.
"Well it seems as if de petite cracheur de feu has lost er way!"
Rogue immediately scowled at him, "If yer ain't gonna help then leave'' she respond, walking away again.
"Wait mon chérie! Gambit will help you find yer way back to yer maison".
Rogue immediately had a relieved expression wash over her face as she told him the hotel she was staying at. Gambit had already known where it was but decided to not let on just yet. Draping his coat over her shoulders, he lead the journey back. When they finally arrived, Rogue realized that the staff were treating them exceptionally well.
"Why are they so nice ter us?" She asked letting her accent slip out more than she usually did.
"Well mon chérie, Gambits famille does own de place after all," He said, watching as an annoyed look spread across her face.
"Yer family owns this place?!" She whisper shouted.
"Oui, madame'' he responded to the southern spitfire."Mon famille owns many establishments in this area, even de bar where you acquired yer new perfume!" he said while struggling to hold back a laugh.
Rogue looked slightly annoyed but couldn't hold back a giggle. "Oh mah gosh, why do I even talk to you." she said while giggling and walking into the elevator.
"Mon chérie, it's obviously because of Gambits devilish charm," he told her while winking which sent Rogue into another fit of laughter.
He looked at her with a keen eye, but a glimpse of adoration flashed across his face before he returned to his usual facade. When they finally reached Rogues hotel room she turned towards him with a reddened face.
"So are we going to meet again?" Rogue asked, hating the fact that she sounded akin to a desperate schoolgirl.
"Oui petite, we shall meet again" he responded to her while reaching for his jacket. Rogue pulled it away grinning mischievously, he returned with a quizzical look.
"The jackets fer insurance" she explained, "so that ah can guarantee another meetup".
He decided to play along, "D'accord chérie but what if Gambit gets cold?" he said sneakily.
Rogue tossed him a black shawl that was conveniently placed on a nearby chair,
"That should keep you warm enough cajun" She cheekily replied.
Before Gambit left he looked directly at Rogue and said,
"Gambit just realized he never caught mon chérie's name".
Rogue looked at him and calmly said, "Rogue mah names Rogue".
"Well then, bonne nuit Rogue" he retorted while kissing her gloved hand and slinging the shawl over himself.
Well ah'll be he really does look good with a shawl too, some people have all the luck Rogue thought, silently admitting to herself again, that he was handsome.
Gambit walked away from the hotel wondering what he had gotten himself into. Merde Remy now look, you've gotten yourself involved with a woman even though yer s'pposed to marry Bella in a few weeks. Gambit knew that neither he nor Bella Donna, the rivalry guild's daughter, actually wanted to get married to each other. It was only a means to create a truce between the two guilds and he hated that fact.
Was Bella Donna a beautiful woman? Oui, of course, she was. With wavy blonde hair, gorgeous baby blue eyes and a body that not many could compare to, she was admittedly a stunning woman. But there was no chemistry, nothing they could really connect with. She didn't have the same allure as Rogue.
"That femme really knows how to catch un hommes attention". He said while slightly grinning.
Both Bella and I already confessed that we don't really love each other and that we're only doing this for our familles, we agreed that we could see other people after the marriage too! He thought, but he also knew that after the marriage he would no longer see other women. Love or not Gambit upheld a sort of pride in himself and would always continue to follow the laws of marriage, at least on his part.
This femme will be my last, at least she's très belle though. Besides I'm a mutant, and dere is not many that would stay with one. With that, he expelled the rest of his thoughts about the topic of both Rogue and his doomed marriage.
Rogue was deep in thought as she re-read Gambits file for what must have been the hundredth time over. Something about him just made her feel different, different from when she was with any other guy even Bobby, and she couldn't for the life of her, figure out why.
"Urgg" She screamed in frustration. What is it about this stickin cajun that makes me so attracted to him?! She wondered.
Rogue decided to ignore those thoughts and turn to everything else that had gone poorly, first she knew that she had to replace her phone Logan, Kitty, and Kurt had probably tried to contact her multiple times, but she was sure they would be fine.
The SIM card inside her phone was most likely still intact so she wasn't too worried about losing any information. Her clothes on the other hand were beyond repair even when she tried to scrub the stench of beer out. She couldn't for the life of her seem to get it to stop smelling like a bar, so she chose to trash them.
Then there was the cajun's jacket. She was able to clean the beer off of the exterior leather but the interior was a whole different issue. She had found nothing in the pockets so he must have already emptied them.
Rogue silently thanked the universe for that blessing, she definitely did not want to know what would be inside that man's pockets. Choosing to just bring it to a tailor's shop the next day, she collapsed onto her bed and for the third night, fell asleep instantly.
French Vocab Translation
-Mon chérie:My Darling
-Pour:For
-Je suis: I am
-Mon amis: My friend
-Mon bijou: My gem
-Petite:Small or little
-Cracheur de feu: Spitfire
-Maison:House
-Mon coeur:My sweetheart
-Mon trésor: My treasure
-Famille:Family
-Madame:Mrs.
-Moi:Me
-Oui: Yes
-Bonne: Good
-Nuit:Night
-D'accord:Ok
-Merde:Shit
-Très:Very
-Femme: Woman
-Homme: Man
-Un/Une: A
-Belle/Beau: Beautiful
-Frère: Brother
-Mon dieu: My god
-Désolé/Désolée: Sorry
