summary: Rouge catches Gambit sneaking something usual into the X-manor
"Swamp Rat...why do you have a bag of cat food," Rouge asks, holding a pot of coffee, looking confused at the former thief as he walks across with a bag of cat food in hand at, she looks at the clock, 3:30 in the morning. Rouge was always an early riser, and she liked to get in an early morning workout before breakfast. Because of that, she was usually one of the first people up in the manor, along with Logan and Scott. Gambit was not one of those people, so being up was suspicious, especially with what he was carrying around; last she checked, the mansion had no cats.
"Chère! You startled me." Gambit jumped out of his skin, almost dropping the bad in hand, before placing it on the counter. Walking up to her, he asked in a suave voice, "You stalking me, Rouge?" clearly trying to save the subject.
"Not so fast, Cajun. What's with the bag." Rouge uses her finger to push the former thief back, smirking up at him.
"I stole it for a gig," Gambit answered a little too fast.
"Try again, sugar."
"I'm going to prank Logan."
"Ahhu..." Her tone indicated that she didn't believe that either. "Aren't you supposed to be a much better liar, Swamp Rat?"
"Well, maybe if I wasn't so distracted by such a beautiful Belle..." he brushed her hair behind her ear, giving her his most dazzling smile. Rolling her eyes, Rouge smiled at him, but before she could make her counter, a small sound could be heard from Gambit's coat: "Meow."
Quirking her eyebrow, she looked at him, eyes wide and face flushing, "Remy, did your coat just...Meow?"
"Non" "Meow"
Biting her lip to keep from laughing, Rouge opened his coat to find three little white, gray, and orange kittens in his hidden pockets. They were pretty adorable, with each of their heads poking out. Seeing a new face, they continued to meow at her, demanding her attention. Looking back up at her swamp rat, she could see that he was flustered from getting caught, but there was something else in his eyes as he looked at her. Was it hope? "What in tarnation is this Swamp boy?"
"There, cats."
"I can see that. What I mean is, what are they doing in your coat." At least now she knew what the cat food was for. Carefully, he took the orange kitten out of his pocket before handing it to her. She quickly cuddled the orange feline in her arms as he rubbed against her face, his thick fur protecting him from her skin.
"I found them in a cardboard box by the road. Un salaud just left them there, so I thought..."
"That you could bring them home."
"Maybe, " he said shyly, shrugging, grabbing the other two cats and bringing them to his face. "There cute no."
"Adorable. So, were you planning on sneaking these furballs and supplies into your room without anyone noticing?"
"it sounded like a good plan. Non?" "meow," The gray kitten chirped in agreement, snuggling against Gambit's face. Rouge can't help but laugh at the image before her. Remy LeBeau, 'Le Diable Blanc' self-proclaimed king of thieves, cuddling with two tiny kittens he rescued. Walking up to him, she places her free hand on his lips before kissing the back of her hand.
"What else are we bringing in?"
Soon, Gambit's room was filled with cat supplies, food, toys, beds, and litter. Neither of them thought they could hide the kittens here forever, but they were curious how long it would take the others to realize they were hiding them. They were sure the professor knew by now, but hopefully, he would go along with it.
The two were lounging on his bed, playing with the three kittens. Oliver, the orange cat, played with rouge hair, biting it and hitting it with his paws. Figaro, the black cat, was loafing on Gambit's chest, purring contently. Finally, the gray cat Lucifer was running across the sheets, attacking the human's feet.
"Ow," he complained when LuciferLucifer got a fairly deep bite.
"Don't tell me you're going soft on me, swamp rat." Rouge chided.
"This Petit diable teeth are made of knives or something; his bites hurt." Gambit complained, throwing his head back for the show, "I don't know if I'll survive. Ow!" Lucifer ran up to bite his finger.
"Aw, the poor baby." She said sarcastically, chuckling at Oliver's attempts to pull her hair off her scalp. "Did the big mean cat hurt ya?" She teases with the same voice you would use to comfort a small child.
"Maybe you can kiss it better, ey Chère." he rolls over to face her, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Why? So you could sleep it off." She scoffed, but there was no real bite in her voice. In fact, her mouth threatened to break into a smile.
"All I need is your magic touch, Chère."
"You scoundrel," She mutters, but still, she grabs his "injured" hand, holding it between her own, and kisses the top of her thumbs, "Better?"
"Beaucoup." There is a glint in his eyes, and it makes Rouge's stomach twist, but it's not a bad feeling. It's almost like some invisible string is pulling them closer to each other, and once they are inches apart, Lucijer jumps between them, his paws on Gambit's head as he plays with Oliver. Figaro, not one to feel left out, jumps up and starts playing with Lucifer's tail. Sitting up, they laugh at the commotion, seeing the little balls of fur tussle.
"Look at them, vicious little things, aren't they?" Gambit chuckled, leaning his head to lie on top of the Rouges.
"They're fighting like two tom cats over territory," Rouge adds, laughing and breathing in his sent. She felt his breath on her head, the steady in and out, and between all the layers of clothes, the soft thump of his heart. They watched the sunrise from his window, their hands entwined and the three kittens playing their laps.
Notes: Rouge catches Gambit sneaking something usual into the X-manor if you liked it please comment and kudo /3
Still cant write accents
