A Thief in the Night

Okay, this seemed like a good place to end things. I'll go back and look for places to revise or change. Thank you everyone who has reviewed this story, it was a lot of fun to write.

Rogue gave Logan the exact location of the stolen research that Pietro had hidden at Wanda's place. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.


"Since I'm headed in that direction anyway…" He began, Rogue rolled her eyes, "I can just pick it up and save you the drive."


"Sure, Logan." She said. "I'd appreciate it." They pulled up outside her building. "Thanks for the ride." She called over her shoulder. He caught her sleeve-covered wrist in one hand. She turned back to him.


"I'm sure that McCoy will have the research figured out pretty quick and we'll get you another inhibitor for when you need it." He gave her a tight smile and she returned it.


"Glad I've got you all looking after my interests." Rogue didn't want her team members to feel that she didn't appreciate them trying to help, she just didn't want them to consider her helpless without them.


"Do me a favor." Logan added. "Let Worthington know that you're safe, he worries like a mother hen."


Rogue stopped at Warren's apartment to assure him in person that she was, indeed, all right. She unlocked the door to her own place and walked in, relieved to be in her own home at last. She'd hated the feeling that she wasn't safe in her own bed. Pietro and Lance had taken that feeling of security and now she and Kitty had taken it back. She turned on the kitchen lights and shed the long trench coat she'd been wearing. She knew he was there, she could almost feel him. But didn't look for him. She kicked off her shoes and opened a beer from the fridge, sipping the cold brew. She kept her drinking to a minimum, but some evenings a cold beer just felt really good.


Rogue rolled her neck back on her shoulders, trying to ease the kinks out. A pair of gloved hands slid up her shoulders and began to rub the tension from her muscles. She smiled and relaxed under his tender ministrations. Gambit lifted her shirt off her torso and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor.


"Gambit got somethin' fo his lady." He whispered, huskily. She thought she knew wheat that something was, she could feel it prodding her in the backside. She might need to revert to the body stocking, but she didn't mind. Gambit surprised her, instead, by slipping something over her hand and tightening it to her wrist. She looked up in surprise at Pietro's inhibitor. Remy had replaced the band, opting for one with a buckle on it. She turned in his arms and smiled.


"Just when Ah think Ah have you figured out, you go and surprise me." She smiled, leaning back against the counter. Gambit wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and slowly stripped his gloves off. Then, keeping his eyes on hers removed his shirt and trousers. When he was standing in front of her, clad only in his jockey, he reached for her, sliding his fingertips across her belly and ribs. Rogue rested her weight behind her on her elbows. She stood with her ankles casually crossed and didn't try to shield her naked torso from his view or touch.


Trailing fire behind them, Remy's fingertips moved up to her breasts and circled first one nipple, then the other. Rogue retained her casual posture and sipped at her beer, seeming unbothered by him. He stepped closer and pressed his palms to her sides, bending at the knees and closing his mouth over her breast. She arched slightly under his lips but continued to sip her beer and make no noise. Remy's hands moved to the waistband of her black pants and he unfastened them, pushing them to the floor. He uncrossed her ankles and lifted first one foot, then the other out of the cloth bunched at her feet.


Rogue re-crossed her ankles and stood, clad in only her black, low-rise panties. She felt no shame with Gambit. She trusted him and loved him. He was the first man to make her feel like a woman and not a mutant. He seemed to understand her need to feel strong right now. He knelt down on the floor, not speaking, and placed a kiss on each of her knees. Then he moved up, running his tongue up her thigh. His hands stayed down around her calves.


Rogue felt her stomach give a ticklish flutter when she felt Remy's teeth on the waistband of her panties. He slid his teeth around to the side where a narrow strip of fabric held the back and front together. He closed his lips over it and pulled it away from her hip. With a tiny burst of energy, the edge fell away and he moved to her other side, giving it the same treatment. He used his teeth to pull the remaining scraps away from her, making certain that they made a bit of friction against her.


Remy dropped to his hands and knees on the floor and looked up at her, holding the remains of her panties in his teeth. He implored her with his eyes and she set down her beer, running her fingers through his hair. He spit out the fabric and pressed his face into her palm, placing a kiss there. He rose to his knees and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He nuzzled the curls at the apex of her thighs and Rogue obediently opened her legs for him. He slipped his tongue along her outer lips, tasting the moisture that gathered there. He pushed his tongue inside her and stroked the delicate, silky flesh that opened for him like a tropical flower, filling his senses with its heady scent. He lowered his hands and removed his jockeys, releasing his aching erection from its cotton prison.


Remy eased his way up Rogue's body, placing kisses on her belly and on either hipbone. When his face was between her breasts, he used his hands to press them together and inhale the feminine scent of her warm skin and passion-induced perspiration. He licked and kissed her breasts, earning a small catch in her breath as an indication of her state. He kissed his way up her neck and collarbone. Then he trailed his mouth over her jaw, pausing for a moment to pick up her beer and take a sip, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Rogue's face was flushed and her breathing had increased its pace. Remy drew his lady's hand up and placed it on his bare chest.


"Love it when you touch." He said softly. Rogue spread the fingers of both hands on his chest and ran them up and down, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles and soft skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. Remy was waiting for her to take the lead, now she'd accepted him and he grew impatient to feel her surrounding him. He bent at the knees and slipped his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He turned around until her back was against the kitchen wall. He placed himself at her entrance and leaned into her, letting her slide down his length.


"Ah love you." Rogue whispered, closing her eyes as her pelvis came to rest on his. He placed tiny, feather light kisses on her shoulder and collarbone. She held on to him tightly as he began to move within her, withdrawing slowly and thrusting back into her warm depths. Her breath caught him her throat and she let out a small gasp as he hitched her higher and returned to the counter, setting her buttocks on the cool surface of the edge.


Remy began pumping harder, pushing Rogue to lie back. His arms were under her lower back and she stayed arched over them letting her arms fall over her head and dangle off the other side. His thrusts became more frantic and he fastened his lips and teeth on one of her nipples. He moved his hands to her hips and grasped them with bruising force, pounding hard inside her.


"Promise me, Chere." He said hoarsely, slowing his pace slightly. She arched in protest, raising her head to look at him. "Don' eva leave me to worry like dat again." His face was etched in savage lines, and she read the pain and fears that he'd felt in his eyes. He thrust with brutal force, pausing between each, just long enough to make her moan with impatience. "Neva scare dis tief like dat again, Chere." He growled at her. "Promise?" Rogue could barely form words, when she gasped incoherently at him; he slowed again, torturously.


"Remy, please." She begged. He lifted her back slightly, changing his angle and slipping a finger, wet with her own juices, into her tight anus. "Oh God." She cried out. "Ah can't stand it." He stroked with the finger, staring at her with a stony expression, in complete control of her body and his own.


"Wanna hear it, Rogue." He thrust with his body and his finger at the same time and Rogue nearly levitated off the counter.


"Ah promise." She cried out, desperate for the release her was withholding. "Now please."


"As de lady wishes." He lowered his head to her breasts and took her other nipple in his teeth again, at the same time he deepened the pressure with his finger and continued his thrusts, hard and fast, bringing Rogue to a screaming climax. He joined her a moment later, spasming and writhing inside her. He collapsed and panted against her, his body shaken but sated. He carried her to the bathroom and they washed off in a shared shower.

"Ah had no idea you had such sneaky tactics in you." Rogue said, kissing his chest through the soapy lather.


"A man must do anyting he can to try and protect de lady he loves. Now Remy feel good dat she's gonna be mo careful and ask fo help."


"Maybe I should get a similar promise out of you." Rogue purred. Sliding her hand down his front and wrapping her fingers around his already stiffening manhood. She smiled slyly at him and dropped down to her knees, allowing the water to pour over her.


"Remy tink he might have created a monster. Maybe he should jus give up now." His next words were lost in a moan and he leaned back against the wall of the shower, lost in the feelings Rogue was illiciting in him. He didn't mind this kind of torture; he'd take it any day of the week as long as she was the person administering it. He'd planned to promise her the same thing he'd asked of her, but there was no need to rush as long as she was going to the trouble.