A Thief in the Night

Rogue felt Remy tense beneath her and he sucked air in through his teeth. He seized her shoulders and dragged her on top of him. She felt him, hot and throbbing, against her belly. He grasped her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. Then he thrust upward into her, groaning with relief. He felt her, all of her, skin to skin. Rogue locked her legs around him and began to lift herself up, tightening her internal muscles as she slid up his length. His fingers clutched her buttocks and he held her still.

“Not so fast, Chere.” He rasped. “Want dis to last a little longer.” She was so warm, and wet, and silky around him. He ran his hands up to squeeze her breasts and raised his hips, thrusting slowly. She held still and let him move. She arched her back and made his breath come faster. He sat up and swung his leger ter the side of the bed. He grasped her bottom tightly and began lifting and lowering her in rhythm of his thrusts. She wra her her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She held on and tightened her internal muscles to make their friction even more intense. She felt a small tickle in the back of her mind that she recognized as him, and let her feelings wash over the both of them.


Remy felt his lady’s love wrap around him like a blanket and she began to squeeze him. He rocked her hard against him and shuddered, coming harder than he ever had. He could feel the energy vibrating between them. He rested his sweaty forehead against her collarbone and listened to the sound of her heartbeat. Tucking his hands under her thighs, he stood and walked back to the bathroom. She locked her ankles around him and held on. Despite the fatigue in his muscles, he held her slight form with ease. He leaned her back against the wall and turned on the shower with one h He He waited, still buried within her, for the temperature to rise. When it was warm, he stepped carefully into the tub and under the spray. He didn't have a good reason for keep her so close jue just wasn't ready to be separated from her.


"Are you gonna put me down?" Rogue asked, tilting her head back and letting the water soak her hair. Remy reluctantly set her on her feet. "Ah'm glad you came for me." She said, lifting her arms and running her hands through her wet hair.


"Had to make a deal wit Wanda." He said, stepping close and letting the water flow over them bot"Sh"She love Pietro so I promise not to kill him, an I can't give him up to yo teammates."


"I remember." She said. "They'll have other opportunities." She kissed him, then backed away and looked down at her ankle. The band was thoroughly wet, but it still hummed against her skin. Apparently it was waterproof. "Ah should bring this to Hank and let him figure it out." She looked up into his fierce eyes. "But Ah don't want to leave."


"Notin' dis tief like betta den to stay wit you all de time, but we both got lives." He shrugged, "Don fit too good in de mansion, an you don look like you wanna be a tief." He cupped her face in his hands. "We gonna have our time together, Chere. Fo now, you got a family dat love you and dey gonna be some worried dat you ain't home yet." Rogue laughed and picked up his bottle of shampoo. She washed her hair, then his, while he caressed her with soapy hands.


"Ah might take some time off and lay low for a while till Pietro cools off."


"Good idea, but make sure you ain't alone."


"Ah'll let you know where Ah do end up." She said. "But what do Ah do about clothes?" She held her arms wide, displaying her naked skin.


"You let Ol' Remy worry bout dat." He said. He turned off the water and handed her a thick, fluffy towel. After they'd dried themselves off, she put a hand to her neck.


"Oh no." She said. "Ah was wearin your necklace when Pietro took me. Ah don't know where it is." She looked genuinely distressed, and he put his hands on her shoulders.


"Remy get it back." He vowed. "Mo important dat you safe here wit me." He took her to a large cedar armoire. He opened it and she gasped in surprise. Before her, hung a vibrant array of fine ladies garments in varying colors and fabrics.


"Oh my." She exclaimed with feminine delight. She didn't bother to ask if they were stolen. First of all, she knew they were, second, and most important, she was naked and beggars couldn't afford to have ethics. "Do Ah want to know how you know what size?"


"Just tink dat Ah'm a good guesser."


"Okay." She chose a butter-soft pair of leather pants in black. She paired them with a dark green sweater and high-heeled ankle boots. He showed her a drawer where she picked out undergarments of fine silk and donned them with the clothes. He admired her from the bed. He still wore his towel around his hips. When she was dressed, she turned to him curiously.


"What you wan to know?" He asked.


"Just how long have you had these things here?" She eyed him when he looked uncomfortable. "Ah wonder how long you've been planning to get me here, naked."


"Well, let's just say dat Gambit's been keepin an eye out fo pretty tings dat you might like since we met in Louisiana." Rogue was moved to silence. He'd been thinking of her for so long, and she'd been so unsure of his feelings that she'd been torturing herself. The worship was plain in his eyes.
"Gambit, it's not gonna be easy." She said, walking over and kneeling before him. "Ah'm not a morning person, Ah'm stubborn and tough to get along with, and Ah told you Ah don't have a lot of experience in relationships." He placed a finger on her lips.


"Jus tell me dat you still want me around." He gave her a sad smile. "Den we jus go from dere. De good lord knows dat Gambit can't make no promises." He kissed her and she nodded.


"Ah will just let you come to me, or you can call and Ah'll come to you." He shook his head at her.


"You gonna need me sometimes, Chere, so you call on me too." His words made her heart swell. She left, donning a long, green coat with a wide hood. He gave her a small, sharp dagger and told her to cut off the inhibitor if there was any sign of trouble. Then he called the mansion and told Xavier to expect her in a cab. He hated allowing her to face her friends alone, but she'd insisted that he stay away for now. She was right, he couldn't answer all of their questions, and he didn't know if he was strong enough to fight both Xavier and Jean Grey's telepathic advances. He would hunt down Pietro, but he'd give him a head start first. There was no way that the bastard was going to get away with touching his lady.