Title: "Forbidden Flames"*
Setting* Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a place where mutants learn to control their powers and coexist with humans.
Characters*
- *Rogue (Marie): A strong-willed mutant with the ability to absorb memories and powers through touch. She's a student at Xavier's and a member of the X-Men.
- *Gambit (Remy LeBeau): A charming and enigmatic mutant with the power to charge objects with kinetic energy. He's a skilled thief and works for Magneto.
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Chapter 1: Stolen Moments*
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the mansion's rooftop. Rogue stood there, her gloved hands gripping the ledge, her heart racing. She knew she shouldn't be here, but the pull was irresistible—the thrill of forbidden love.
Gambit appeared, his crimson eyes locking onto hers. His trench coat billowed in the wind, and he moved with the grace of a cat. "Chère," he drawled, that Cajun accent sending shivers down her spine. "What brings ya out here?"
She stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. "Couldn't sleep," she admitted. "Too many thoughts."
He smirked. "Thoughts about me, perhaps?"
Rogue blushed, her gloved fingers tracing the edge of his face. "Maybe."
Their lips met, and it was like fire and ice colliding. His lips were warm, tasting of danger and desire. She felt the energy humming beneath his skin, the same energy that fueled her own abilities.
"Remy," she whispered against his mouth. "We can't keep doing this. You're with the Brotherhood, and I'm an X-Man."
He pulled her closer, his touch searing through the layers of fabric. "Chère, dere's more to us than our allegiances. We're both outsiders, both cursed by our gifts. We deserve happiness."
"But we're enemies," she protested.
His eyes softened. "Not when we're like this. Not when it's just you and me."
And so, they stole moments—midnight rendezvous on rooftops, secret kisses in the Danger Room, stolen glances during battles. Rogue learned to control her powers enough to touch him without absorbing his essence. Gambit taught her the art of subtlety, how to brush fingertips without setting off explosions.
Their first real kiss was electric. It happened in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, after a skirmish between the X-Men and the Brotherhood. His lips tasted of danger and redemption, and she lost herself in him. They stumbled backward, knocking over crates, and when they finally broke apart, they were both breathless.
"Mon amour," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I want more."
She nodded, her heart pounding. "Me too."
And so, they explored each other—their bodies, their fears, their hopes. They learned the language of touch, the way his hand fit against her waist, the way her lips curved against his neck. Their love was a fragile flame, flickering in the darkness, threatening to consume them both.
But they didn't care. Not when they were tangled together, skin against skin, hearts beating as one. Not when the world outside ceased to matter, and all that existed was this stolen love.
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To be continued...*
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Note: This fanfiction is a work of fiction and not officially affiliated with X-Men Evolution. It explores mature themes and romance. Enjoy!*