Once the door was unlocked, she couldn't get inside fast enough as she dropped face first into the bed before yelping as she bounced off and onto the floor with a pained groan.

Remy tiredly closed the door behind him as he took in the sight of Rogue slowly trying to get to her feet as he made his way to help her. "Eh bien, c'est une surprise. Little Rogue can't handle her liquor."

"Ah can too." She mumbled as she smacked his hand away. "It's just been a while." Which wasn't necessarily a lie since it's not like they constantly kept any liquor or beer around the mansion since it was a school after all. And it wasn't as if anyone would be suicidal enough to try and ask Logan for some of his beer that she knew he kept hidden somewhere.

"A very long while ago I wager." He grunted as he helped her to her feet before placing his sunglasses in his coat pocket and walking over to the small fridge in search of some water while she plopped herself down on the bed, fiddling with the remote.

"Ah don't know about you, but Ah can never find anythin' good on."

Peeking over his shoulder he lowly chuckled as he shook his head and continued searching through the fridge until he found a cold bottle towards the back. "Dat's 'cause you're layin' upside-down Chere." When he didn't get a respond, he turned to see her opening the balcony door and sit down on the bench outside, absently staring up at the dark sky.

Glancing down at the water in his hand, he waited a brief second before he silently followed her out, allowing himself this brief moment to take in some of the fresh air. "Not a bad view huh?" he quietly asked letting his eyes take in the city around them. The city that he always called home.

"No. Ah guess not." She softly answered, finding the comfortable silence that followed to help ease her rather jumbled mind right now.

He waited a moment before he crouched down in front of her so he was at the same eye level as her. "Here. Might help me understand you better." He amusingly smiled as he offered the water to her. "Although dis one don't t'ink that I ever will."

"Join the club." She bitterly scoffed as she took the bottle. Recognizing that expression on his face as pity, which was when she realized he had already removed his sunglasses as soon as they arrived, and she had to force herself to look away. Otherwise she was afraid she would never want to look anywhere else…drown in them with nothing to pull her back from whatever it was he continued to stir within her. "And don't give me that lame line that if Ah need to talk or anythin'…"

"Don't believe I have to tell you somethin' you already know." He slowly shook his head, never once removing his eyes from her. "Although…trust me when I say talkin' to someone might help."

"Does it help you?" when she saw him quietly contemplating his answer, she returned her eyes to the twinkling lights up above. At least there it allowed her some time alone with her thoughts, the thought of wanting to touch them becoming more appealing than anything else.

"You haven't tried?"

"Talkin' to someone…?" she quietly asked seeing him give a slight nod. She had thought about it more times than she wanted to admit but knew that in a school filled with mutants, everyone always had their own problems to work through and even the thought of what could happen to her terrified her to the bone…what would the others think when they found out.

"Not even with Bobby?" He could see here visibly stiffen at the mention of his name.

That seemed to get her attention when he practically spat his name in disgust or quiet possibly bitterness. Which was still odd considering everyone always liked Robert Drake except Remy that is. It had never been a secret that both boys never got along since the minute he stepped foot inside the mansion. But she always figured that perhaps with time they would both at least start to get along.

"Should get inside before you catch a cold." He dismissively said after a while, swiftly getting to his feet and watched her silently nod as she moved to go back in. "You ever talk to Logan?"

Shaking her head she knew that the only person who knew as much as she wanted to about her problems was Mr. McCoy since he was still in the process of trying to help her along with poor Leech. But knowing Logan, it would only make him worry for her which she didn't want.

Closing the balcony door, Remy froze when he saw her casually patting the spot on the bed next to her. The gesture seemed innocent enough but nevertheless had him running a frustrated hand through his hair, desperately searching his coat pockets until he came up empty and cursing himself for it. So instead, he opted to cross the room, draping his trench coat on the chair next to his bed before deciding to sit on the floor with his back leaned back against it.

Smiling to herself Rogue didn't bother hiding her amusement when she saw Mister Ladies man refuse to suddenly sit anywhere near her. So she only copied his movements as she sat on the floor next to her bed facing him, unaware of the inward battle going on in his mind that had her at the forefront.

"So, tell me something Mr. LeBeau…" she playfully hummed as she watched him begin to play with his trademark cards as he raised his knee up.

"An' what would you like to know?" he gave a small smirk watching the way the cards collided with each other as he shuffled. "So I guess we still playin' den?" Raising a curious brow, he saw her looking down at the bottle in her hands and decided that there was no harm in entertaining her. "Been meanin' to ask you somethin' myself actually."

"Yeah?" She asked after taking a sip of her water.

"How's 'bout dis? Just like in de car 'fore, you can ask me anythin' you want an' I can have de honors of doin' de same."

"Anythin'?"

"Course. It's only fair. Ask away, dis one's an open book." He overconfidently grinned as he made himself more comfortable on his spot on the floor, yet somehow she seriously doubted that was ever true with him.

She sat in silence for a moment, no doubt wondering whether or not she should humor himby continuing to play this silly game of theirs. "Why did you suddenly want to leave the club tonight?"

Sucking in through his teeth he couldn't help but give a half chuckle. "Gettin' right to it huh?" he carefully contemplated his answer before approvingly nodding. "D'accord, de place tonight…was crawlin' with guild members."

"You mean thieves?"

"An' Assassins." He cautiously added, studying her reaction.

"Yeah, sure Assassins." She disbelievingly smiled until she saw no hint of humor in his otherwise serious eyes. "You're not kiddin'?" she asked as he shook his head.

"Tanya -de woman you met tonight used to be an independent contractor to de Assassin Guild back in de day. Pretty good one too. Thought she could give me some information 'bout de whereabouts of some of de guild members I used to know."

"And you just…decided to tell me this now?!" the incredulous tone in her voice made him brace himself for what he expected. "You just let me be in a club full of murderers and criminals without me knowing?!"

"Now hold on Chere, I told you it could be dangerous but you still wanted to come." He sternly pointed a finger. "Why else would dey frisk you-"

"You frisked me." She corrected. "And don't think Ah didn't catch you tryin' to cop a feel."

"Don't know what you mean by dat Chere. Dis one never goes where he ain't wanted." He awkardly rubbed the side of his lips. Despite that it may be true what she said on some level by the end, he really did try to keep from touching her as much as he could until his expert hands became to enthralled by the feeling of her on his fingertips. "'sides it was strictly professional." He protested.

Well she couldn't argue that she was rather surprised by his skilled hands-at least up until the last part which now made a blush appear on her cheeks as the memory flooded back to the forefront of her mind when he caught her obvious stare. But she quickly brushed it off. He probably knew how good looking he was so this was probably a normal reaction that he often got from women all the time.

'Who knows exactly how many females he's frisked.' she glumly thought as he seductively raised the corner of his lips- which was around the same time she realized that she may have said the last part out loud. 'Crap.'

Clearing her throat, she decided obliviousness was the best way to go right now. "Did…did she help you?"

"Just told me somethin' I already knew." He quickly averted his eyes while lightly tapping the deck of cards on his knee. "But I do believe it's my turn."

"Shot." She grinned, waiving her hand to show she had nothing to hide.

"Why'd you take the cure?"

He could visibly see the color draining from her face as she stared back in shock, the confident smile that was on her face a mere seconds ago was now nowhere in sight.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed but when the constant shuffling echoed in her ears the second time, that's when she had realized that she still hadn't answered and instead continued to tightly clutch the plastic bottle in her hand.

"You ain't gotta answer Chere if you don't want to." He murmured as he continued shuffling.

"It's fine. Just guess my powers never agreed with me that's all."

He could see her failed attempt to dismiss the topic as she tried to give him a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and that he could see right through. He may not know everything about this girl, but one thing he came to understand was that she was a bad actress when it came to how she truly was feeling. Or maybe it was just that he was so keen on reading people that to everyone else it seemed like nothing was going on with her… but deep down he knew there was something wrong, something brewing. Something that she was still afraid of.

"You wouldn't understand." She absently began fidgeting with her gloves. "No one does."

"All de more reason to talk to someone." He settled her with an honest expression before gesturing to her. "You're turn."

Pressing her lips together she thought about her question as she watched him skillfully shuffle the cards from one hand to the other. "Tell me more about bein' a thief."

"Why so interested?" he quirked a questioning brow.

"Ah don't know…your life just seems so liberating."

"Liberating huh?" he silently scoffed as he pondered over that specific word she used.

"You get to do so much without havin' to worry about anythin' at all."

"So could you." He locked eyes with her before she quickly looked away.

"No Ah can't."

"Why not?" he asked. "De world's out dere for de takin' Chere. Only a matter of whether you're brave enough to take de first step."

"Seems easy…" she sadly smiled, knowing that would never be within her reach.

"It is." He agreed. "And de thrill of it…nothin' quite like it."

"Have you ever been caught?" she asked and could see the way his eyes darkened as he thought over his answer.

"Once." He answered. Not wanting to relive the memory of the only time he'd ever been caught in life and as a result ended up as one of Strykers little captives. "Otherwise nothin' I can't steal."

"You seem awfully proud of that." She let herself smile at the way his eyes seemed to be glued to the cards as he expertly flipped them.

"Of 'course, you be lookin' at de best thief dere is." He half smiled. "Told you 'fore Chere it's best to do de things you love doin'. In my case…de guilds my life. My love. My very existence. Nothin' else to it."

"You ever wanted to get out?" she curiously asked as she pulled her knees up to her chin.

"No." he lied. There were many circumstances that he had thought about it, if it meant being able to be free of the responsibility that came along with that, free to do as he pleased without the constant reminder of what fate awaited him. But now he wasn't so sure anymore.

He knew that the life of a person belonged to the guilds once you were in. Anyone who poses a threat to that would be dealt with no questions asked. No one quits. Not really. "Like I said…de guilds our life an' death. dose who've been around long enough to understand dat knows it ain't just a job but a callin'." When he heard her let out a small laugh he couldn't help but smile in return.

"Ah could be a great thief." Rogue confidently said. "Better than you."

"As I'm sure you would." He lazily smiled. "But not everyone's truly cut out fo' de work. Sometimes it ain't pretty or glamorous like it sounds. An' it sure as hell ain't always good." Averting his gaze to the floor he remembered how wrong his last mission had gone. "An' sometimes de sins we carry become too much fo' some to handle an' dey crack."

She wasn't sure what it was but nonetheless found herself puzzled as she watched something akin to hurt flicker in his beautiful ruby eyes before he expertly masked it. Perhaps he considers it a burden at times, or maybe there was more to it that he wasn't willing to share she couldn't be quite sure.

"Thievin' wouldn't suit you Chere." He lightly added, fully aware that she had been watching him this whole time. "An' you are right, dis one might not know everythin' 'bout you de way I'd hope…but I do know you have too much of a pure heart fo' dat."

Slightly parting her mouth, she instantly felt her cheeks heat and her breath halt when she was meet with the warmest eyes she's ever seen staring back at her before he clenched his jaw and returned his gaze to shuffling. It all happened so fast that she wasn't even sure if it had happened and maybe had only imagined it.

"But den I s'pose we all got parts of us we need to keep to ourselves."

"Ah guess you're right." She mumbled pressing her mouth against her knees. "It's like the only thing Ah know about ya is that you like cards…" she playfully tilted her head, enjoying the sound of his low chuckle. "That you're from these swamps. That you're Storms friend and that Logan really seems to really dislike you." She squinted her eyes allowing the alcohol to do the talking when she bravely moved to sit next to him.

Sucking in a sharp breath, his smile turned uneasy when he saw her sitting down and he discretely slid further away not trusting himself enough to be close to her right now. She was clearly intoxicated and the last thing he wanted was for her to think he'd take advantage of her and regret anything that could happen tonight. Which he knew she would.

"I wouldn't say Logan dislikes me…" he smiled when he heard the soft soothing sound of her laugh. "Dat man loves me."

"Ah bet he does." She snorted, covering her mouth with her hand.

"An' what 'bout you Chere?"

"Oh ah already know Ah don't like ya." She playfully shook her head when he grabbed his chest and closed his eyes in mock pain. "But…you're definitely not what Ah expected Remy LeBeau." Her smile rivaled his own as she leaned her head back against the mattress and let out a blissful yawn. "Tell me somethin' else. Somethin' no one knows. Somethin' that'll be our little secrete."

"Secrete hmm?" smiling to himself he briefly looked down, thinking that whatever he could say she might not even remember the next day, but was it a risk he was willing to take?

"Ah'm not fragile Gambit. Despite what ya'll might think. Ah wouldn't ask the question if Ah didn't want to hear the answer."

"Never dat Chere." He assertively shook his head. "In fact I know you ain't."

"Yeah well tell that to Bobby and everyone else." She dismissively waved her hand before she pulled out her phone and check the last message her boyfriend had sent. "You don't like him very much do you?"

At that he couldn't help but chuckle. "Is dat a trick question?" When she didn't say anything he questioningly looked to find her…crying? Oh shit was she crying?! How could that be when only a second ago she was doing nothing but complain, interrogate, and laugh at him?!

Panick began to rise deep in his stomach as she covered her tears-stained face. "Chere did I-"

"No Swamp rat it's not you." She whimpered, not entirely sure why she began crying in the first place. Could it be that she felt guilty for being far away from her boyfriend and enjoying herself? "Ah'm just a horrible person."

Blinking once, twice Remy had a hard time figuring out if he was the cause of her sudden dilemma or maybe it was something else. "Come again?"

"Ah'm a horrible girlfriend." She stubbornly wiped her eyes. "Here Ah am far away from the person Ah'm supposed to be with. Supposed to miss-and Ah do. Ah really do miss him." She vigorously nodded, which only made his brows shot up in amusement. "But instead Ah'm stuck in this hotel room with a guy-and not just any guy but…an overly handsome guy who does nothin' but stare at my breasts, and his stupid head is too big for any one person to hold up."

"Wow Chere you really know how to turn a compliment into an insult." He snickered as he tiredly rubbed his face with his hands. This couldn't be happening. "Look as much as I enjoy you're attempt at boosting dat big head of mine…"

"Not funny Remy." She angrily pouted her enticing lips which made him quickly avert his eyes.

"Look Chere de fact is dat you ain't a horrible person ok. Now I don't know what may be goin' on between you an' dat boyfriend of yours…but you ain't done nothin' you should be ashamed of."

Defeatedly sitting back, he thought about that time he went out for a smoke and caught that same boy multiply times sneaking away with Kitty and towards the water fountain in front of the mansion. Nothing ever became of it as far as he could see, but that didn't change the obvious fact that the Ice boy clearly had a thing for the girl. Otherwise why would he be keeping this from Rogue and why would Remy catch him lustfully staring at the girl out in the open with no regard for Rogues feelings.

It wasn't that Remy saw himself as anything resembling a saint- far from that actually, but that didn't stop anger and frustration that kept bubbling up anytime he would see Rogue with someone like Bobby. Someone who didn't deserve someone like Rogue.

"If anythin' Chere…dat homme should be lucky to have you." He quietly admitted. "A woman like you…you don't see often." He answered against his better judgement. "Trust me I know…"

Normally he wasn't the one girl's go to for relationship advice, he was usually the one girls go to in order to forget about their problems. So when the hell did this happen?

Softly smiling, Rogue stared at him for a beat longer before leaning back and closing her eyes. "Your turn."

Pressing his lips together in a tight lip smile, he copied her movements as he gazed sideways at her. "What's your real name Rogue?"

"Does it matter?"

"I s'pose not." He quietly responded, knowing that however she answered she would always be his Chere.

A comfortable silence dragged on between them until her soft voice broke it. "What's her name?"

It didn't take him long to understand who she was referring to. Still remembering their conversation on the car ride here. He takes a couple of seconds to answer. Not exactly sure on how to start.

"The girl you mentioned before." She added. It was clear that since the moment she met him that he wasn't looking for just one woman to commit himself to. Quiet possibly never had.

Heck at this point she knew he couldn't even find just one woman to flirt with at school so what made her think otherwise. Which only seemed to beg the question -who in his life was able to tame this man long enough to have an actual relationship with. What was he even like in a relationship since he prefers not to have one?

She was just about to change the subject, understanding his silence to mean that he wasn't going to answer when his voice made her stop.

"Her name's Della Donna."

"It's pretty." She commented, observing the way he wouldn't meet her eyes. She decided that it was enough for today and that while it's not entirely what she wanted to hear…he gave her more than she expected to hear. Wondering what this woman was possibly like.

By this point she knew Remy was a pretty private person. And being around someone like Logan she could understand that she wouldn't be able to know everything she wanted to about him just in one night, or quite possibly ever.

"I guess it has been a long night." She tiredly stretched her arms as he whipped his head towards her.

Wasn't Rogue going to ask about her or what happened between them? When she finally decided to meet his eyes it told him of a silent understanding that she wasn't going to. That somehow she could relate that that everyone at one point in their life would rather forget or prefer to talk about it when the time was right. The same way she would.

Other than Storm, Rogue was the only other person now that he willingly shared more than he did with most outside the guilds. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

"Rogue…"

"Hmm?"

"You t'ink…you t'ink maybe dere's a reason I came here? Dat maybe dere's a reason we were meant to meet?" he quizzically frowned.

"Well if that's the case, that's some crappy reason." She mumbled and to her surprise she heard him laughing. It wasn't like one of his usual laughs that could still make your heart race and flutter all at the same time. But this…this was like back when he savagely threw her in the pool. Something that couldn't even keep the small smile from her eyes as warmth spread throughout her body in ways she wasn't sure nor wanted to question what it was.

When he saw her lazily opening her eyes once more, he felt a little flutter when her eyes turned to meet his, her green eyes sparkled as she gazed at him. "Remy?"

"Yeah?" he didn't realize he leaned a little closer, so fixated on how her mouth parted that he didn't expect it when she landed face first against his hard chest.

"Ah don't feel good..." Her muffled voice made him grin as he carefully maneuvered himself enough to pick her up bridal style.

"Trust me Chere. It ain't nothin' compared how you're gonna feel come tomorrow." He gently placed her down on the bed before helping her beneath the covers. "Bonne nuit Rogue."

Getting to his feet, he felt her lightly tug on his sleeve before he reluctantly sat himself down next to her with a deep sigh. Tilting his head back against the headboard he Briefly closed his eyes and thought about the previous few days and just how much has changed between the two of them.

It was crazy how in the short time he's been here and spend time with this girl that he constantly found it hard to believe that they hadn't meet but a few weeks ago.

He wasn't lying when he said that he's never met anyone like her. Sure he'd come across his fair share of women, but never once did he have to stop and question himself about the possibility that there could be more to it than just the physical aspect of being with someone. He also knew that there were times when she wanted to rip his head clean off his shoulders…but there were other times like the one now were everything just seemed to fit…everything just seemed to make sense whenever he was around her the way he never thought possible.

He couldn't help but wonder if there really was a reason for all this. Why he was placed here instead of anywhere else. But taking it from experience he knew fate had a sick way of twisting things for the worse and that was something he couldn't afford right now. Not when the possibility of him being closer to getting home was well withing his reach. All he had to do was patiently wait and he'd be gone.

A soft snoring sound brought him back to the present, facing her sleeping form neatly tugged away next to him like this was where they both belonged. Breathtaking was the only word that came to mind as he watched her silently sleeping. Almost angelic with the way her hair lay back on the pillow, eyelashes stirring slightly as she mumbled in her sleep clearly dreaming.

What was she dreaming of? The thought of her thinking of anyone else had him thinking that maybe he should allow her to rest. That perhaps she was dreaming of Bobby…

"A secrete huh…?" He toyed with a lock of her hair and couldn't help the soft smile grazing his lips as the silk curl wrapped itself around his finger before he let go. "Je suis fou de toi Rogue…"

He lowly chuckled when he heard his own words leave his lips and how ridiculous they sounded. Here he was laying in bed with someone who had no clue what the mere thought of her did to him. How would she react if she knew that the mere thought of her body practically being pressed against him through the thin blanket made him grow hard?

Her smile, her eyes, her fire, everything about her that made her Rogue drove him mad -both the good and bad made him want to see more of it every day. Cherish it to the fullest.

And another part of him wanted to see her fall apart under him as he showed her exactly how she made him feel. Watching those perfect lips fall open as he took her over and over again without a second thought. Swallowing thickly, he forced his eyes shut, willing himself to calm down and push those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time.

"Remy…"

As a soft moan escaped her lips as his eyes snapped open in surprise, tensing next to her. Afraid that if he so much as dare to move all of his hopes about what he could have heard pouring out of those lips would be nothing but an illusion.

"Rogue?" His hoarse voice startled him as she let out a small whimper and snuggled herself closer.

Swallowing hard his eyes fall close as he continues to pray for patience and sanity he almost didn't care for anymore. Throwing his free arm over his face he began counting backwards all while trying to ignore the sweet noises she kept making right next to him.

By this rate he knew he'd be going insane if she didn't stop soon. He knew that some of the things he did in his life were horrible- but this was worse than torture. This girl was ruining him, and she didn't even know it nor is she even trying. Knowing that she may be dreaming of him had something squeezing inside his chest as it continued to race.

But good god never ever had he heard anything more attractive than this femme peacefully sleeping next to him possibly moaning his name.

Glancing down at her he tenderly moved some of her hair out of her face, careful not to wake her.

His brows knitted together when he tried to push past this feeling, but something seemed to catch in his throat the longer he stared at her. Something was happening to him that he couldn't put into words, something that only seemed to grow the longer he allowed himself to be near her…and something that he wasn't sure anymore he could fight even if he wanted to.

"…tu ne sais pas ce que tu me fais."