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The Rogue and Gambit Experiment	By : celticmanou Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men or any character in this fanfic, and I do not make any money off it. If they were mine, my name would be Stan Lee.

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Rogue was getting used to her new name, Anna Marie. Logan refused to call her Rogue anymore and she secretly loved the fact that her father was claiming her as his daughter. Now the all Mansion knew and all of the residents were in awe at such a happy turn of events. Mutants were so often confronted with sorrow and reject that a little fluff did them a lot of good. She still didn't call him Dad, but she had been close to do it several times.

Sage and Rogue were still training daily. Rogue could keep her shield down longer each day. Because it was a shield, some kind of energy-draining field that she maintained around her. Sage knew what helped Rogue the most. It was the knowledge that her mother and father didn't abandon her, that they didn't use her. It made her feel safer and worthier. The Mansion was now truly her only home.

One day, in the beginning of December, Rogue succeeded. Now, she needed to consciously summon her shield. She was free to touch whoever she wanted, for as long as she wanted. Tears of joy flowed from their eyes as the two girls embraced each other, elated.

Rogue smiled excitedly. “Tonight, you, me, nightclub! We're going to dance!”

Sage agreed. She was 21 and Rogue about to reach that age too. The girls could have some fun. Rogue never went to dance as she always feared that she would touch someone. After dinner, the girls got changed. Sage shook her head when she saw Rogue's closet. Nothing was showing cleavage and almost everything was black, or dark green. She pulled the girl toward her own bedroom and opened her closet to Rogue. She looked inside and came up with something that made Rogue open wide eyes.

She gasped, “I can't wear that!”

Sage smirked. “Yes, you can. And you will. Come on, it's black and green, your favorite colors.”

“Sage, it's a strapless corset with a short, fluffy skirt. I never wore anything like this!”

“Well, miss obvious, there is a first day for everything.”

Rogue argued a little more but she was very tempted. Eventually Sage won and she helped Rogue in the sexy, form-fitting corset. She also gave her a pair of lacy tights to cover her legs. The girls made their make-ups and then got ready to leave.

“I'm going to freeze!”

“Nonsense. We'll go in the car, drive there, get in the club and then the other way around. No way we're freezing.”

Sage was wearing leather pants with a flowing blouse. All black. She was showing so much cleavage that Rogue thought that her boobs would jump out if she bent.

“If Logan sees me...”

“I'll mind-scan the area to check if the coast is clear for us,” Sage said, winking.

She closed her eyes and checked. The path to the garage was as empty as it could. Logan was in his bedroom and Gambit... Well Gambit was stalking Rogue. Nothing unusual. She smiled thinking about his reaction when he was going to see little innocent Roguey.

“You smile, does it mean we can go?”

Sage nodded, took Rogue's bare hand and led her toward the garage. Once in the foyer, her steps slowed down and Rogue looked around her to see what was slowing them.

Gambit. She hid behind her friend. She hadn't taken the time to think about him now her powers were in check. What was she going to do? She still had his cards in her nightstand. She hid and locked them with her very special, very private toys.

“Good evening, LeBeau,” said Sage. Rogue could picture her batting her eyelashes and showing off her cleavage, even though she was hidden behind her.

“Sage,” he acknowledged. “Rogue...” he added.

She shivered and showed herself. No way to hide from a thief.

Only Gambit's practice with Belles Femmes allowed him to take her in without showing his shock. His Rogue was showing so much skin he couldn't help but gape in wonder. Her luscious hair was flowing in orderly waves on her naked shoulders – how he longed to caress this hair and those shoulders – and the corset was hugging so tightly her petite frame that it left little to the imagination.

“You girls are going out?” he asked.

“Rogue and I have something to celebrate,” teased Sage.

“You girls need a chaperon?” Say yes, his mind cried, say yes!

Sage giggled and pulled Rogue with her. “No thanks, LeBeau. It's girl time, no chaperone. And hush, don't tell Wolverine!”

The girls escaped the thief and rushed toward the car. They were giggling like high school girls sneaking from their parents'. Sage drove them to the city and soon stopped near the front door of a famous nightclub. She had noticed the dark motorcycle that had followed them out in the middle of the cold December. Gambit had decided the girls needed a chaperone. Sage kept silent about the fact that Remy was truly stalking Rogue and led the girl toward the club. One look from the doorman and they were inside. “You see?” screamed Sage. “We didn't have the time to freeze!”

Rogue nodded. “Create a telepathic link so we can communicate! I don't want to lose my voice!” she screamed back at Sage.

Sage agreed and did as per Rogue's request. Sage pulled Rogue toward the dance floor. The girls started to move with the rhythm. Rogue had no idea what she was doing, as she was new to this experience but she followed Sage's lead. At some point of the dance, Rogue turned her back to Sage and they started to dance together, swaying their hips against each other's. Rogue closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation of so many bodies pressed altogether in the club. Sage urged her telepathically to open her eyes. Rogue complied and scanned the crowd.

The time stopped.

Gambit was looking at her, fire in his eyes. She could swear that she saw flames dance in his dark eyes. She stopped breathing when Sage's hands caressed her arms, her hips, her belly. She noticed she was still dancing and that her friend was almost groping her in the middle of the dance floor while Gambit was looking at her. Sage's mind-link informed her that Gambit was turned on by the sight of her hands on Rogue. Rogue caught Sage's “Oops” right before her hands disappeared and Gambit started to stride toward them.

Rogue's breath caught in her throat as he neared her. She was trapped by his eyes. Sage's link told her the girl was leaving the scene and cutting the link.

Rogue felt alone in her mind. Gambit's hand found her arm. He hesitated and, when she nodded, he touched her. Right on cue, the loud and rhythmic music changed for a slow one. Hunger visible on his face, Gambit pulled Rogue to him and pressed her against him. He started to dance, swaying them on the tune. Both were speechless, reveling in the proximity and the skin on skin contact. His hands traveled on her bare skin and she shivered at the sensation. She pressed her cheek to the mutant's chest. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, slightly unbuttoned. Her hands, in his back, were holding him close – she could easily break him in two if she didn't keep her strength in check – and dancing against the soft fabric. She deeply inhale. His male scent was turning her on. Deep, musky, enhanced by the cologne, he was so male her insides tightened and almost hurt.

She felt his kiss on the top of her head. Surprised, she looked up and lost herself again in his gaze. He saw her confusion and smiled at her. His fingers found her chin and tilted her head back a little. He lowered his mouth toward hers and softly kissed her lips. She clenched her fists, it was like an electric current going through her body. A pleasurable electric current. His tongue caressed her lips, asking for entrance. She moaned, opening up and their tongues danced together, as slow as the song. One of her hands found his neck and, playing with his hair, pulled him closer, deeper.

She felt her nipples harden against the corset. She was breathing hard.

Sage was observing the scene from apart. She kept herself out of their thoughts. Her plan was working perfectly. The two of them could now enjoy each other presence. She had kept her word to bring Rogue happiness. Each of them ignored it but they were falling in love with each other. Sage had seen it in Destiny's mind, the two of them were supposed to be together. They were soul-mates.

She headed for a table and ordered drinks. Too bad Gambit hadn't taken a car, she had to stay so she could drive Rogue home. She smiled. Atonement, that felt good. She finally felt like she did make up for her major mistake.

A few drinks, a few dances and a few kisses later, the girls decided to call it a night. Sage wasn't interested in any of the males and Gambit had finally found Rogue. Sage warmed up the car as the two lovebirds said sweet nothings and promised to talk as soon as they reached the Mansion. Rogue finally got in the car, a huge grin spread on her face. Sage giggled.

“You're smitten,” she said, unconsciously repeating the words Logan had said.

Rogue didn't answer, shaking her head. “I'm sorry about tonight. I know it was supposed to be our night out but when I saw him...”

“It's alright, Roguey. I knew all along he was going to follow us. I don't mind. I know how you feel about him, we talked enough about it.”

“You're a good friend, Sage.”

It was her turn to shake her head. “You were such a good friend to me, sweetie. The less I could do was help you out of your problems.”

Rogue felt tears collect in her eyes. She had never dreamed to have a friend like Sage. The girl still needed to open up to her, but Rogue knew that with time she would eventually confide in her.

When they reached the Mansion's garage, Sage quickly said her good-nights and exited so the lovers could be together.

Rogue slowly walked to the motorcycle as Gambit was removing his helmet. He was standing with all his glory in the dim light of the garage. Her senses were rather keen and she enjoyed the view very much. She felt sexy and desirable when his eyes traveled on her body. Sage had told her that the corset was a gift to celebrate her power-mastering. Green complimented Rogue's complexion.

He strode toward Rogue, swept her off her feet and carried her to his room. He had a lonely room in a almost deserted area of the Mansion. Rogue shivered in his arms. She felt small and light in his tight embrace. He carried her as if she weighed nothing more than a feather.

He let her on her feet the time to unlock his door and close it behind them. Once alone his hand reached out again and softly touched her bare arm. She was taking in his room. Very few furniture, nothing fancy, this was a room clearly meant to be functional. She turned when he touched her.

“This is Remy's room...” he softly said.

She came closer, tiptoed and kissed him. Her arms reached up and snaked around his neck, pulling her up. She could fly but she chose not to. His hands caressed her sides, downward, until he grabbed her thighs and pulled them around his waist. He carried her toward the bed, their lips locked together, her weight pressing against his raging hard on.

She moaned in his mouth when she felt how hard he was. It was so much better than her fantasies. She pulled on his shirt, undoing buttons, and soon it slid from his arms. She broke the kiss to look at his bare chest. Muscles, a bit of very male hair and... scars? She frowned at the evidence that the Cajun suffered. Her hand caressed the biggest one. She lowered her head and kissed it. His eyes bore into hers as he lowered her on the bed. No questions tonight. She wanted to touch and to be touched, by him, and now.

She sat up so they could remove the corset from her body. He helped to unlace it and pulled it from her. Her full breast appeared and she had nothing but her panties, her lacy thighs and her heels on her. He stood up. He undid his pants and soon stood naked before her. She whimpered as she took in his body. Strong chest, narrow hips and well-built legs... not mentioning his manhood clearly ready for action. She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around him. She felt him tense as his cock pulsed in her hand. She locked eyes with him and licked the head. She stopped when she heard the growl from the back of his throat. He covered her body with his and kissed her fiercely. She felt his hand roam on her body down, down and down again until he reached her lacy panties. He balled the fabric in his hand and pulled. She moaned and arched her back when the fabric gave in and tore itself from her body.

Her heart was beating so fast and so hard that she thought he could hear it. His fingers, once the panties out of the way, found her entrance and started to tease her. She soon was writhing under his skilled hands. She reached up and grabbed the head of the bed. She held tight on it as her body rocked against Remy's. She cried out of frustration when his finger withdrew. She looked at him to see he was putting a condom on.

“Oh, yes, please,” she whispered, seeing how he was getting ready to take her.

A feral grin on his face, he parted her legs further, positioned himself and thrust into her.

Her hips moved to meet him and they soon set a steady pace. She could feel the orgasm building in her belly as he increased the pace again and again. He was holding her close, his chest pressed against her and their eyes never broke contact. He could see her pleasure in her eyes as he caressed her with his hand. With each thrust, she cried his name. She had a hand on his back and the other one on his ass cheek. She could feel his muscles as he worked her body... In and out, in and out, it was the oldest dance of the universe.

She screamed when she climaxed and the tightening of her body sent him over the edge. He lowered his forehead toward hers as their orgasms shook them from inside out.

Spent, he fell on top of her. Her hands left his back and fell on her sides. They were breathing hard as they were coming down from their highs.

“Waw,” she said. “That was intense...”

“Remy knows, chere.” He managed to roll on his back. “Remy wanted to do that since we first met.”

She blushed as she remembered their heated meeting in the hallway. “Me too, Remy,” she finally admitted out loud. He turned his head toward her, their eyes meeting again. Her eyelids were feeling heavy. Gambit, seeing her doze off, helped her to remove her heels and covered her with the bedsheets. He held her close as they fell asleep. She heard a soft whisper as sleep was claiming her. “T'aime...”
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