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The Right Kind Of Wrong

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Lyrics from �Right Kind Of Wrong� by LeeAnn Rimes

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French

Ami � Friend

Amour � Love

Belle � Beautiful

Chere � Dear

Cherie � Beloved/Darling

Oui � Yes
***

I know all about,
yeah, �bout your reputation.

And how it�s bound to be a heartbreak situation.

But I can�t help it if I�m helpless

every time that I�m where you are.
***

Rogue smiled as she woke up. A rose with a note lay on her
nightstand. This meant that they�d be going on a date tonight. With all the
kids always around, hiding their secret relationship was hard, but
Gambit�s�unique�talents helped them out quite a bit.
Opening up the folded piece
of paper, she read:
Ma Belle,
You look so beautiful when you sleep. Like a little
angel.
Speaking of angels � Warren�s going to watch us this
weekend. The Professor and �Ro are heading to a conference in Maine. Logan�s
going away too. I don�t know where, probably Canada. Said he wants to �go
someplace where there ain�t no teers wrs within a hundred miles.�
Since �Angel� will be our only watcher, Gambit thought to
take you someplace special. I can go where I please at night, so no one will
wonder where I am. You could tell everyone you�re sleeping over at Risty�s
house.
Of course, only if you want to, ma chere.
I await your answer with baited breath. Leave it in the
usual place.
Au revoir, ma amour,
Remy
�Yes!� she hissed out softly, careful not to wake Kitty. She
and Remy had been seeing each other for almost eight months, and she thought he
was never going to make a move. She had control now; it was a bit spotty in
battle situations, but so far she�d never lost control during one of their
heated make-out sessions.
Probably because Ah have no control then, she
thought, chortling silently. She wished she could tell someone � anyone! �
about how it felt to be in love. But she couldn�t.
Oh, she knew what everyone said. Remy had a reputation. Not
for being a bad guy. For being a rake. Rumor around the mansion was that he had
a different girl every week.
Not that anyone had ever met these mythical women, of
course. They just assumed that because he liked to flirt, he must follow up on it.
Never mind the fact that Kurt did the same thing, and he was extremely devoted
to Kitty�
Besides, he�s been with me most nights. Just �cause no
one evah sees who Remy dates, they think Remy�s out tomcattin� around, Rogue
thought ruefully. She knew why they were keeping their romance a secret � the
Professor and Logan would not approve.
The Acolytes, once they realized that Xavier�s was a better
way, had left Magneto�s service just like the Brotherhood did. The Brotherhood
hadn�t joined up � they liked living on their own � but the Acolytes did.
It probably had something to do with the fact that the
Acolytes were older, and were treated as such. And they had positions of
authority around the man, ln, like Ororo, Logan, and Warren.
The fact that she was thinking about sleeping with one of
her �teachers� would be a problem for them.
Which was why they hid their relationship from everyone.
Remy left her notes during the night, his past as a thief coming in handy for
non-appropriation purposes. Rogue left her notes inside the bag of chicory
coffee beans in the pantry. No one else drank chicory coffee but Remy.
Rogue smiled as thouthought about how fond of the taste she�d
grown after tasting it on his lips so often.
True, she wished she could tell people about how happy she
was. But she could wait. It was less than a year until graduation, after all.
***

Covertly looking around to make sure no one was looking her
way, Rogue reached into the pantry, and, grabbing Remy�s chicory coffee beans,
she stuffed her note inside. She quickly picked up her box of Froot Loops
before anyone could notice what she�d done, and went to sit at the table for
breakfast.
Spying a free chair next to Logan, far away from the
roughhousing Bobby and Kurt, she plunked herself down and reached across the
table for the milk.
Logan grunted as she snitched a piece of bacon off his
plate. �Mornin�, Stripes,� he said pointedly.
She grinned cheekily. �Mornin�, Logan. Can Ah have a
piece �a your bacon?� She fluttered her eyelashes mock-coyly at him.
He chuckled and nodded resignedly. �Sure, kid.�
Turning away from the older man, Rogue saw Gambit walk in.
Her breath left her in a rush at the sight of him � he�d obviously just gotten
out of the shower after a Danger Room session. He was wearing only a pair of
black track pants, a black wife-beater shirt, and was barefoot.
He looks so
handsome, she thought, carefully peeking from the corner of her eye to
check that Logan hadn�t noticed her sudden preoccupation. He hadn�t; Bobby and
Kurt�s mock-fight had spread close to their end of the table and he was reading
them the riot act for freezing his food.
She wished she could just go and sit next to him, but if she
did, she knew she�d end up giving the game away. Every time she got near him
her untouchable Goth girl fa�ade just fell away. She only used it as a front to
keep people from getting too because of her skin, and now, even though she had
control, so many people were used to her old look that she couldn�t give it up.
Besides, she kind of liked it.
Only problem was, with Gambit she wasn�t the untouchable
Goth girl. She wasn�t even Rogue; she was Marie.
Marie was who she was before she came to Bayville. Marie was
who she was before her powers came out. Marie was who she was before she became
Rogue.
Rogue was the name of her Goth girl pretense. Marie�Marie
was the one who loved Gambit. Marie was the one who wore bright colors, who
listened to something other than death metal, and had fun.
One of the big reasons she wanted to be able to tell
everyone about her and Gambit was so she could let everyone know the real her.
But she was also perversely glad she couldn�t tell � because she was scared to
let everyone see the real her.
So it was a good thing she had an excuse not to.
Sighing inaudibly, she
poured some milk over her cereal and began to crunch her way through her
breakfast, watching Gambit from the periphery of her vision. Thank God she had
two free periods this semester; she couldn�t wait till after school to be with
him.
***

You walk in and my strength walks out the door.

Say my name and I can�t fight it anymore.

Oh, I know, I should go.

But I need your touch just too damn much.

Lovin� you, that isn�t really something I should do.

I shouldn�t wanna spend my time with you.

Well, I should try to be strong.

But baby, you�re the right kind of wrong.
***

�Rogue!�
She looked up from her locker, startled, and saw him peering
down at her from the air grate in the ceiling.
�Gambit!� she hissed out, taking a quick look around the
mostly deserted hallway to make sure no one had seen him. �What if someone sees
ya?� She glanced around furtively and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that
everyone had left, trying to get to class before the late bell rang, no doubt.
Remy just grinned and
flipped himself over till he was hanging by his hands from the grate, before dropping
to the floor in a crouch. He used his bo staff to close the grate and turned to
her, his red-on-black eyes flashing.
�Ma belle,� he purred, taking her hand on his. �No one saw
Remy but you. And you did ask me to meet you �ere, no?�
�No,� she shot back. �I asked ya ta meet meh at school,
and Ah thought you�d be outside by the bleachers lahke always.�
Shaking his head, Remy said, �Ah, but cherie, did you forgot
about de track team�s extra practice? Dey�re out dere right now.�
Rogue started. �Oh. Ah don�t really keep track �a stuff
lahke that.�
�No problem, chere. I knew, so I came �ere. Now, what do you
t�ink about going away dis weekend?� Remy asked, looping orm arm around her
waist and guiding her to the exit.
Biting nervously on her lower lip, Rogue said, �Ah want ta.
Remy�in your note�when ya said �ta be alone for while��were you askin� what Ah
think ya were?�
Suddenly serious, Remy turned and looked into Rogue�s eyes.
�Marie,� he said, using her real name, which he only did when what he was
saying was important, �I would not ask you to do anything you don�t want to.
Dat being said � I could t�ink of nothing more wonderful in dis world dan to
spend de night with you�in all ways.�
Her breath catching in her throat, Rogue said softly, �Ah
want that too, Remy.�
***

It might be a mistake.

A mistake I�m makin�.

But what you�re givin� I am happy to be takin�.

�Cause all that will make me feel,

the way I feel when I�m in your arms.
***

At five-thirty that Friday night, she grabbed her overnight
bag and headed downstairs. As she was getting her jacket from the closet, she
ran into Scott.
�Hey, Rogue. Where you off to?� he asked.
�Ah�m spendin� the weekend with Risty,� she said, the lie
falling easily from her lips. Guess Gambit must be rubbin� off on me more�n
Ah thought, she thought ruefully.
His brow furrowing over his visor, Scott asked, �Does Warren
know?�
Rogue shrugged. �Ah gaht permission from the Professor
before he left. Ah would assume that Xavier told Wings �bout it.�
Nodding, Scott said, �Well, have a good time. I guess I�ll
see you at school on Monday.�
Rogue nodded and said, �Sure, Scott. See ya!� before ducking
out the door.
Since she and Risty normally met at the bus stop a mile from
Institute, neither one having cars, no one would think it weird that she was
walking tonight. She hadn�t made it four blocks down the road before she heard
the distinctive purr of Gambit�s motorcycle coming up from behind her. Turning,
she grinned as her soon-to-be lover rode up.
�Hey, baby,� she
greeted him happily, running up and throwing her arms around his neck.
Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he said, �Hello, ma belle. You
ready?�
�Yeah.� She hopped onto the bike and circled her arms around
his waist. He gunned the engine and took off, and she tightened her arms and
hung on for the ride.
***

She lay there, in the afterglow � Or should that be
aftermath? she thought hazily, remembering how tender, yet fierce, Remy had
been in his passionate assault � just soaking up the feelings.
She and Remy had finally made love. And it was fantastic!
They�d gotten to the hotel � acty, iy, it was a quaint
little bed and breakfast in Greenwich Village � and had had dinner delivered by
room service. The strawberries and cream for dessert had ended up being used as
foreplay, and since she had gotten the Depo-Provera shot, they didn�t even had
to break apart for a condom, staying wrapped around each other for the next
hour and half of their slow-building lovemaking.
This wasn�t the first time they�d touched each other like
they had, but they�d only gone so far before, always stopping before they could
cross that threshold. They hadn�t even been naked together but a few times. But
they did know what made each other feel good, and even though the final act
itself wasn�t perfect, on the whole, it was a wondrous experience, and she
wouldn�t have changed a thing.
Remy, contrary to popular Harlequin belief, had not just
fallen asleep afterwards. He�d held her in his arms, and they�d talked about
what to do now � they both wanted to do this as much and as often as possible,
but it would be difficult. She�d suggested using one of the empty classrooms
during her free period at school, but Remy felt it would be too risky.
�And besides,� he�d said. �Ma belle deserves better dan to
be made love to in a supply closet.�
She�d giggled then, but was touched at his thoughtfulness.
Most guys she knew wouldn�t care where they had sex as long as they got some.
And truthfully, at this stage in their relationship, neither did she.
So it was probably a good thing that they couldn�t get
together like this too often. Taking it slow � well, semi-slow, since they were
planning to spend the rest of the weekend in bed � would help them to keep
their relationship strong.
But it really felt good. When Remy was inside her � she
couldn�t remember ever feeling like that, except when she was in his arms.
Safe, warm, completely and utterly happy.
She just hoped that when their relationship got out, as she
knew it would, that everyone would understand.
***

They say you�re somethin� I should do without.

They don�t know what goes on when the lights go out.

There�s no way to explain:

All the pleasure is worth all the pain.

Lovin� you, that isn�t really something I should do.

I shouldn�t wanna spend my time with you.

Well, I should try to be strong.

But baby, you�re the right kind of wrong.

Yeah, baby you�re the right kind of wrong.
***

Two weeks later, things started to unravel. Kitty, the
perpetual �not a morning person� got up early for once. Rogue was wakened by
roomroommate asking, �Rogue, what�s on your pillow?�
Rising muzzily from the depths of sleep, Rogue realized that
her roommate was asking about one of Remy�s notes. Since she was almost always
the first one up, she hadn�t worried about Kitty finding out.
Thinking quickly, she
said, �Notes from history class. Ah was goin� over �em for the test
tomorrah and must not�ve put �em all away before Ah went ta bed.�
She nodded, but there was a suspicious gleam in her eyes �
Remy�s notes were always written on powder blue paper, and folded in half. Not
like Rogue�s study notes, which were written on notebook paper.
Picking up the note in question, Rogue said, �Speakin� �a
school � don�t we have a Danger Room session this mornin�?�
Kitty grimaced, note forgotten in the displeasure of one of
Logan�s famous �Killer Morning Training Sessions�. �Yeah. And we have, like,
fifteen minutes before we have to be down there. You�d better get a move on.�
�Okay. See you down there, Kit.� Rogue rose from the bed and
headed to her closet to grab her uniform.
Kitty nodded before running off through the door.
***

Three days later, Logan caught them talking � thankfully just
talking � in the garden.
�Evenin�, Stripes, Gumbo,� he greeted , bu, but Rogue saw
his nostrils flare. She knew he could smell out people�s feelings, and since
lust was a feeling, he probably could tell that they had it bad for each other.
But would he realize that it was reciprocated?
And, more importantly, would he tell anyone?
�Good evening, Monsieur Logan,� Remy said pleasantly, but
Rogue could see a flare of concern in his eyes.
Logan just contemplated them both for a moment before
saying, �Dinner�s in about ten minutes, you should get inside.�
Rogue nodded. �Right away.� She grabbed Remy�s hand and
pulled him away before Logan could pull her aside to ask questions.
�Do you t�ink �e knows?� Remy whispered once they were far
enough away that even the Wolverine�s enhanced hearing couldn�t pick up their
words.
�Nothing conclusive,�
she hissed back. �He could probably smell the lust in the air, but might not�ve
known whether it was just you wanting me or me wanting you. He wouldn�t know if
it was mutual or not.�
�You t�ink so?� he
asked hopefully.
Her shoulders sing,ing, she sighed in defeat. �No,� she
aded. ed. �But he doesn�t know fah sure, and won�t go ta Xavier before he
does.�
Remy nodded and said, �We might �ave to curtail our evening
excursions. And a friend of mine lives near �ere; Remy could maybe ask her to
pretend she�s more dan dat? Dat might throw suson oon off?�offeoffered
hesitantly.
Rogue thought for a few minutes before saying, �We probably
should not meet out here anymore � and if you really think seeing you with
someone else would work�?� She didn�t really want Gambit to pretend tte
te
someone else, but if it would throw Logan off the scent, she�d go along with
it.
Remy grimaced. �Non. It wouldn�t. Dat would just make
Monsieur Logan t�ink Remy was tingting on you, and den when �e knew we were
together, �e�d be furious wit� me.�
�True.� Rogue frowned, unable to come up with any other plan
of action. Finally, she said, �We should get inside fah dinner. We�ll wait a
few weeks, and then see if things have died down.�
Nodding, Remy said, �After you, ma belle,� and let her
precede him in the door.
***

Three Weeks Later

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Remy peeked over the edge of the balcony
and, seeing that the coast was clear and Kitty was nowhere in sight, swung
himself over the railing to land on silent cat�s feet.
He pushed through the French doors and sat down beside Rogue on her bed.
�Hey,� she said subduedly.
Gambit�s forehead creased in a frown. �What�s wrong, amour?�
Rogue sighed and flopped over onto her back, her short green
shirt riding up on her stomach. �They�ve started ta suspect us, Rem.�
One russet eyebrow rose, but other than that Gambit gave no
reaction. �Who? Monsieur Logan don�t know anythin� for sure.�
�Kitty�s suspicious �a your notes � she�s been given meh
these looks evah since she found the first one. And I saw the Professor talkin�
ta Logan the othah day aftah dinner � Ah think he�s gonna start a little
mental eavesdropping soon,� she grumbled.
Remy sighed and
flopped back next to her. �Mebbe we should tell dem, Marie,� he said
hesitantly.
She shook her head. �They�d split us up. It�s only four
months �till graduation; we might be able ta hide from them until then.�
�Are you sure?�
Closing her eyes and sbingbing her hands over her face,
Rogue said, in a muffled voice, �No. But Ah don�t wanna be separated from ya,
Rem. Even if��
�Even if what, chere?� Remy coaxed.
She gave him a regretful look and said, �Even if we have ta
keep hidin�. It hurts�keeping it a secret. Lahke we�re somethin� ta be ashamed
of. But not bein� with ya would hurt more.�
Wrapping one arm around her slim shoulders, Gambit pulled
her close and pressed a kiss to her head. �It�ll be okay, mon amour, you�ll
see.�
He only hoped his words weren�t proven false.
***

I should try to run, but I just can�t seem to.

�Cause every time I run you�re the one I run to.

Can�t do without what you do to me,

I don�t care if I�m in too deep, yeah�
***

�It didn�t work,� Rogue said morosely, anxiously twirling a
lock of hair around one gloved finger. �Now Scott�s givin� meh the eye in
Danger Room sessions when we work tagether, and Kitty�s been followin� meh at
school. Ah felt the Prof try and probe meh this mornin� and had ta sing along
ta Britney Spears on the radio so he wouldn�t get anything off meh.�
His eyes going
comically wide, Remy said, mock-incredulously, �You sang along to Britney
Spears, chere?�
Rogue glared at him grumpily. �It was her new single
�Toxic�,� she defended herself. �It�s actually not that bad; at least it�s not
all sugary sweet and stuff. But that�s not the point; what are we gonna do,
Rem?�
Sighing, Remy leaned back against a tree, and said, �I don�t
know, Marie, I jus� don�t know.�
They were both silent for a few minutes, Rogue chewing on
her lip in thought, Gambit shufg hig his cards out of nervousness.
Finally Remy said, regret in his voice, �Mebbe we should
stop meetin� at all on the Institute grounds.�
Rogue heaved a sigh and reluctantly nodded. �Yeah, maybe we
should. Ah don�t want ta, but if we lie really low for a month or so, maybe
this whole thing�ll die down.� She looked not only resigned, but also
crestfallen.
�Somethin�s botherin� you other dan dis, eh, Marie?� Remy
guessed shrewdly.
She nodded jerkily, before giving him an anxious look. �It�s
just�it feels lahke we�re runnin� away from our problems. Ah know we were
tryin� ta keep things quiet until aftah graduation so�s they won�t split us
up�but what happens aftah graduation, Rem?�
That brought him up short. �Ah�well, de Prof has asked me ta
stay here and keep on doin� what I been doin�. Far as I know, he�s offered de
same ta de gde graduatin� seniors, unless dey want ta go ta college or
somptin�. What do you want ta do, chere?�
She snorted and shook her head. �Meh? Go ta college? That
takes money, Rem. And besides, Ah don�t really have any idea what I�d study.�
�So we stay here, den,� Remy said, obviously not
understanding the problem.
Rogue sighed and took his head in her hands. �Remy, if the
Prof fahnds out we�ve been tagather for so long, what makes ya think those jobs
will still be on offah?�
Remy gulped. �Oh.�
***

I know all about, yeah, �bout your reputation.

And how it�s bound to be a heartbreak situation.

But I can�t help it if I�m helpless

every time that I�m where you are.
***

They tried, they really did. For five weeks, they didn�t
meet on the Institute grounds, and almost never at school. If their relationship
hadn�t been as strong as it was, they might have broken up over their
self-enforced separation. As it was, it only brought them closer together, as
they saw how much trouble ttherther took to bridge the gap.
Remy took to leaving
his notes in her locker at school, along with little gifts of her favorite
candy (Sweet Tarts) and funny cartoons he�s clipped from the newspaper. Rogue
started fixing Gambit�s favorite foods on nights when it was her turn to fix
dinner. The little things they did for each other proved just how much they
really cared.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. Less than two
months till graduation, the Professor called them both to his office. Logan,
Ororo, and Warren were also there, as well as Scott, Jean, Kitty, and Kurt.
�What�s this all about, Prof?� Rogue asked, thinking, As
if I didn�t know.
Professor Xavier rolled forward to meet them and said,
measuring every word, �Rogue�Gambit�it has come to my attention that the two of
you have�embarked on a relationship.�
Rogue and Gambit exchanged looks. No need to hide now,
apparently.
Gambit shrugged and nodded. Outwardly he was nonchalant;
inwardly he was calculating the odds on how bad this could be. �Oui, Professor,
we �ave. But dat�s old news; why you askin� �bout it now?�
�Old news?� Kitty burst out. �But I thought you�d only been
together for, like, a couple of months?�
Inwardly Rogue was shaking in her boots, but her voice
remained calm, cool, and collected as she said, �Whatevah gave ya that idea?
Remy and Ah have been seein� each othah foh almost a year now.�
Everyone appeared startled at that announcement.
***

The Professor, who, after his first question, had until then
been content to just listen to the ensuing conversations, finally spoke up.
�Rogue,� he said gently. �We are all worried that perhaps
your�relationship�with Mister LeBeau was not begun under the best of
circumstances.�
She gave him a shrewd look and said bluntly, �Ya mean ya
were worried that he took advantage of meh and seduced meh, don�t ya, Prof?�
Bowing his head, Xavier confirmed, �Yes, that is what we
were worried about. Do you have anything to say about that, Gambit?�
Gambit glared at Xavier, but only said, �Remy don�t need to
manipulate people inta likin� �im. If you honestly t�ink I could do somptin�
like dat, den you obviously don�t know me very well.�
�This conversation is
getting us nowhere,� Logan growled. �Gumbo�s never gonna admit to doin�
anything wrong, Charles.�
�Well, then, why don�t you just, like, look into his mind?�
Kitty piped up.
Raising one eyebrow, Xavier admitted, �I cannot. Not without
Gambit�s permission. His biokinetic powers are not the only ones he has; he
also has a low-level empathy power, and very strong psychic shields. It would
take much time to break through them, and no matter how careful I was, it would
damage his mind.�
�So without his consent, you can�t get inta his head?� Rogue
asked doubtfully. The Prof might just be sayin� that so we let our guard
down, she thought cynically.
�No.�
Gambit looked into Rogue�s eyes for several long moments,
before turning to each of the other occupants in the room and looking at each
of them for a fraction of time. When his gaze finally landed on the Professor,
he said, �Do it, Prof. If de only way to convince ya dat I really do care about
mon chere, den I�ll let ya in.�
Rogue�s eyes widened and tears pricked her eyelids. �Remy,
Ah�are you sure?�
Taking her hand, he placed a kiss on the back. �Ah, Marie,�
he said, softly so they would not be overheard. �If de price of stayin� wit�
you be lettin� Xavier mind-walk t�rough mah thoughts, so be it.� He gave her a
roguish smirk and joked, �I�ll try and make sure �e don�t see anythin� X-rated,
non?�
She laughed through her tears at his joke, before sniffing
and nodding, a wobbly smile on her face. �All right, Rem. Be careful,� she
admonished him, kissing his cheek.
Turning back to the group, Gambit faced the Professor and
said, �Do it.�
Nodding once in acknowledgement, Xavier placed his hands on
his forehead and stepped into Remy LeBeau�s mind.
***

An hour later, the Professor fell back in his chair,
exhausted. The students and teachers had long since left the room, save for
Logan and Rogue. The former was keeping an eye on the proceedings, and the
latter was keeping an eye on her lover.
Yes, lover. Despite Remy�s attempt to keep the Professor
from his more �intimate� memories, some had still come through, though to
preserve Gambit�s privacy, and his own sense of modesty, he�d focused in on the
emotions Gambit had experienced, rather than the actually images of his
memories.
Charles Xavier was completely and utterly shaken by what he
had found. Gambit truly was in love with Rogue�or, rather, Marie. In her three
years at the school, no one had managed to gain Rogue�s trust enough to get her
to reveal her real name, yet after only two months of dating, she had told
Gambit.
It was a humbling feeling, knowing that he had so misjudged
the young man kneeling on the floor in front of him.
�You okay, Rem?� Rogue asked softly, and her voice brought
Xavier out of his thoughts.
�Oui, ma belle, jus� a little worn out,� Gambit said,
smiling tiredly. His sharp gaze moved to the professor and he asked, �Well,
Prof? What�s de verdict, mon ami?�
Logan straightened up and leaned forward, also waiting for
the telepath�s pronouncement.
The Professor sat up straight and, giving the two teenagers
an apologetic smile, he said, �Your feelings for Rogue are true, Mr. LeBeau. I
am�sorry that I, and the rest of the school thought otherwise.�
Remy shrugged nonchalantly. �Not like I didn�t know
ever�body t�ought that already, Prof. I�m used ta it.�
�You shouldn�t have to be,� the telepath said softly. He
sighed and continued, �I am sorry to have so misjudged you, Gambit. I fear my
worry over Rogue�s safety blinded me to any possible alternatives to my first
thought.�
Rogue shrugged uncomfortably. �Ah understand, Professor. But
what have ya decided ta do about meh and Remy?� she asked anxiously.
Gambit�s head swiveled towards the professor, a questioning
expression on his face. �Yeah, Prof, what�s your decision?�
Xavier smiled slightly and said, �Since Rogue is of a legal
age, and your relationship has hindered neither her grades or your work here�I
can honestly think of no reason why I should separate the two of you as long as
this show of maturity continues.�
Rogue let out her
breath in a whoosh air, and, seeming to deflate as the tension left her body,
she leaned back into Remy�s arms. Gambit, for his part, just gave a small smile
of relief and pulled her close.
Nodding once, the
Professor said, �I�ll leave you two alone now, to talk. Logan, why don�t you
come with me? We have�much to discuss.� He wheeled himself out of the room.
Logan grunted in recognition and started to follow the
Professor out. He paused in the doorway, and, looking Gambit straight in the
eyes, growled, �You break her heart, and I�ll break you, Cajun. Understand?�
A lone eyebrow raised in acknowledgment of the threat as
Remy said, in a clipped voice, �Oui, mon ami.�
When they were finally alone, Rogue pulled back slightly
from Remy�s embrace. �Well,� she said softly.
Gambit nodded. �Oui.�
�Are you�all right, Rem?� Rogue asked fearfully. �Ah know ya
don�t like people walking around in your head.�
�Remy be fine, mon chere,� Gambit assured her. �De Prof good
at his job � he not hurt me, jus� leave me a little tired.�
She smiled tremulously. �Ah�m glad. Don�t know what Ah
woulda done if he hurt ya.� She was quiet for a moment, reflecting, before
continuing, �It turned out bettah than Ah evah could�ve hoped, Rem.�
�Yes, mon amour, it did. Remy told you we would �ave nothin�
ta worry about as long as we together, no?� he said, smiling at her engagingly.
She chuckled lightly and nodded. �Right, Rem. As long as
we�re tagethah.�
And as Remy pulled her into a soft kiss, she knew it was
true: no matter how wrong the rest of the world thought Remy was for her, she
knew he was right for her. And she for him.
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