A Thief in the Night

Life soon settled into a pattern for Kitty and Rogue. They commuted to the mansion in the mornings, and home together in the afternoons. Rogue hadn't heard anything else about Pietro, and still didn't know where he was. Instead of feeling safer, she was uneasier. Not knowing your enemy's whereabouts was dangerous, but she didn't want him to know she was looking for her. If she made any inquiries, she was afraid that he would hear about it. If he had lost interest in the twisted vendetta that Remy had implied, the last thing she wanted to do was remind him. Confronting a problem was one thing, confronting a slippery character like Pietro, who had an even trickier father, against whom she had no proof, was something completely different.
Kurt picked Kitty up for a dinner date, and Rogue had no plans so she rented a movie and decided to spend the evening in. She showered and wrapped herself in a fluffy bathrobe. The warmth of the apartment gave her a very secure feeling on cold nights. Tonight was bitter and windy. Personally, Rogue liked the cold. It was a kind of safety net and excuse for covering up. When she was alone, however, she rather enjoyed running around in her robe, or underwear. It was a freedom not often enjoyed at the mansion. She went to the freezer and took out a pint of fudge and peanut butter swirl ice cream. If one had to be alone on a chilly night, one had better have plenty of sweets on hand. Kitty and Jubilee had been her tutors in that lesson. Rogue chuckled to herself at the memories of midnight group raids on the mansion's freezer when she turned to walk back to the living room and froze.
"Bon soir, Chere." Remy sat on the couch with his feet crossed at the ankles, resting on the coffee table. "I wonder if you might have two spoons."
"Ah might." She replied, after a moment. She shouldn't have been startled to see him. He had a tendency to pop up everywhere. "Ah'll have to check."
The handsome Cajun was dressed completely in black. His jacket was nowhere in sight. He just wore a pair of black cargo pants, a long-sleeved black shirt, and black leather gloves. He was definitely working tonight.
"So you were just in the neighborhood?" She asked casually, selecting a second spoon from the drawer and walking back to the sofa. His teeth gleamed bright in the dim room.
"Just trying to make a livin'." He patted the cushion next to him. He sat in the middle of the couch so that no matter where she sat, she'd be close. She set down the ice cream and spoons and sank into the soft cushions.
"How difficult was it to get into this place?" She asked. He shrugged. "No, really, Gambit." She continued. "Ah need to know how vulnerable this place is to break-ins."
"Get a dog." He said. "Dat's de best alarm anyone could have. But other than that, it's not too bad." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Pietro could get past with some effort, but you're in a good place." He kissed the top of her head.
"Ah've kept tabs on Lance, but Ah didn't want Magneto's little spawn to know Ah was lookin for him." She said with disgust. "Ah have a feelin' that Alvers is going to make a break soon. Even an idiot like him can get out of jail."
"Probably right 'bout Alvers." He replied, reaching out and taking the lid off the ice cream. "But Pietro's been a little too quiet for comfort." He dug the spoon in and offered her the first bite. She accepted it automatically, and snuggled deeper into the crook of his arm. He took a few bites, himself and offered her another. The ice cream was orgasmic, but Remy's presence made it even better.
"Should Ah ask what you're doing here?" She asked after swallowing. "Or should Ah wait to read about it in the papers." There was no admonition in her voice. There was no point in trying to tame the habits of the thief. She heard the low rumble of his chuckle.
"Doubt if dis li'l job make de front page, but maybe it in dere somewhere." He reached into the left leg, cargo pocket of his pants and produced a tiny box. Rogue sat up and took it from him.
"What's this for?" She asked, holding it carefully in her hand.
"Missed de house warmin' party, and you already got a blender." He looked a little anxious so she opened the box. Inside, nestled on some cotton, was a stone pendant. It was dark gray and black with a few streaks of sparkling white in it. It hung on a thin gold chain. It was simple but lovely. It was….her.
"It's beautiful." She said. It was smooth to the touch, and shiny, but on the inside, she could see the craggy edges of the minerals that had mixed together to give it the odd look.
"I know what you're thinkin' but I didn't steal it." He said, taking the chain from her fingers. "Found it when I was a boy in de bayou. Kept it like a good luck charm fo years. After we saw each other last, I took it to a jeweler friend and had it tumbled smooth and put on a chain." He unclipped the clasp and fastened it around her neck. The stone settled in the hollow of her collarbone. "He said it was smoky quartz."
"It's perfect." She said. "Ah love it." She wasn't sure why, but the gesture of giving her something that had been his, meant more to her than if he'd paid millions for it. She felt emotion welling up inside her. She got up from the couch and went into her bedroom. She stood wordlessly in front of her vanity and stared at the pendant resting against her skin. She stared at it in the mirror. She didn't hear him enter the room, or walk up behind her, but she expected him. He appeared, behind her and placed his gloved hands on her shoulders. Slowly, he drew the collar of the terrycloth robe apart.
Rogue watched in the mirror as Remy parted the material, revealing more of her pale skin. The necklace made a startling contrast. Her breath quickened in her chest.
"If you don' wan' dis, Rogue, you tell, Remy." His words were soft against her hair. There was no question in her at all. She leaned back and rested her head against his chest. He untied the belt of the robe and let it fall open. A strip of skin appeared in the mirror, and he ran his gloved finger down, between her breasts.
"Do you want me to get the little black thing?" She whispered. He shook his head.
"Non, jus don move." He moved the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a heap. Remy kicked it aside and reached for her wrists. He pressed her hands flat on the top of her vanity. Then he nudged her legs apart with his knee. "Jus hold still, Chere." He whispered. His own breathing was getting a little heavy. He slid his palms up her belly and cupped her breasts. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of his touch on her bare skin. "Vous êtes si belle." He whispered. You are so beautiful. She felt the heat and hardness of him against her bottom. She pressed back, involuntarily. He groaned and his fingers tightened on her flesh.
"Ah can't waitmy.\my." She said, her voice breaking. He reached to the front of his pants and unzipped them. Then he reached into his pocket and produced a condom. He tore it open with his teeth and slid it down his hardened length. "Let me touch you." She whispered. He stilled for a moment before guiding her fingers to him. Rogue's fingers encountered the latex, then she felt him. He was hard, throbbing, and hot in her hand. She was careful not to stroke too far down his length, but she enjoyed the sounds he made as she played with him. She watched him in the mirror. His jaw was tightened and his throat moved as he swallowed a moan. She rubbed her fingers over the head and felt him jump beneath her touch. Then, he moved her hand back to the vanity.
"I'm de one who can't wait." He said. Then he slid the red scarf that Logan had given her from where it was draped over her vanity chair. He let it fall over her shoulder at her nape and it rested against her skin. He wrapped an arm around her and placed a gloved finger between the swollen lips of her sex. He found the bud of her clitoris with a finger and held it there while he positioned himself at her entrance. "Je t'aime." He growled in her ear before thrusting deep. Rogue let out a cry when he invaded her. She was moist, but not quite enough to prevent a little discomfort at the invasion. When he began to slowly withdraw and thrust again, the motion moved her body against the finger that he held poised between her legs.
"My God." Rogue said, her breath catching in her throat. He picked up his pace, moving in and out of her faster and faster. He kissed her nape, placing his lips on the scarf and biting down with his teeth. With his free hand, Remy held down one of her wrists and used the other to stimulate her with just the motion of his hips. He bucked and heaved against her. His motions were becoming frantic. He was speaking entirely in French to her now. She couldn't translate the words, completely, but she understood his meaning. She was as desperate as he was. Her climax hit her hard and fast. He felt it and pressed deeper into her center. When she quivered and tensed around him, he lost all control and thrust wildly inside her. A hoarse cry broke past his lips when he came. She felt him spasm inside her and the muscles in his arms and chest clenched tightly in their submission to the wash of sensation that flooded them both.
"Neva been like dis, Rogue." He said against her neck. The scarf was still on his lips. "Don' know if my heart can take de strain of you." She panted in lieu of a reply. Her hands were still on the vanity, but they supported her now, because she was afraid her legs wouldn't.
"Ah don't know if Ah can, either." She replied. Her voice was rough with emotion. "Sometimes I want to tell you to get the hell out of my life. Other times I want to tell you not to leave." A tear fell from her eye and she didn't bother to hide it. "Ah want to share everything and nothing at the same time." She leaned her head back again and felt the strength of his chest behind her. "Ah think your gift is the most beautiful thing in the world." His arms tightened around her in a crushing embrace. She felt the slight touch in her mind that she was used to with Jean. But She knew Remy wasn't exactly a telepath. She just felt his emotions seep into her psyche. He was feeling as wide a variety of emotions as she was, and she didn’t bother to sort them out. She was content just to feel him.
Remy went to the bathroom a few minutes later and returned as Rogue was tying her robe at the waist. She regarded him carefully. He smiled and held out a gloved hand.
"You got a movie, Right?" He asked. She grinned at him.
"Hard Target." She replied. "It's a VanDamme movie that takes place in New Orleans." She blushed a little. "Ah think Ah was thinkin of you when Ah rented it."
"Woman afta my own heart." He said. They walked to the couch and sat down to watch the movie. When the opening credits rolled, he whispered to her, "She already has it."