A Thief in the Night

"Didn' mean to make you sad, Petite." He said, brushing away the moisture. "Not why'm here."


"Then why?" She felt the damp leather under her chin and he forced her to raise her gaze. "Why did ya come here when you know what Ah can't have."


"S'my understandin' dat yo' friend gave you a possible solution to yo' little problem." He pulled off a glove and ran his other hand down her arm; she jumped at the contact. Remy kept his finger against her but she felt no familiar tingle. Not rush of unwanted energy flowing into her and no flood of strange memories that plowed their way into her mind. The relief and hope she felt made her drop her arms to her sides. She hung her head and tears began to fall freely. He pushed forward and wrapped her in his arms. She lay her head against his chest and allowed herself the forbidden, intimate contact. The fabric of the stocking was so thin that it was like being touched naked. He ran his hands up and down her back and she shivered. Then she pushed him away and tried to step back, but he caught her wrists in a strong grip.


"Let me go, Gambit." She said. "Ah can't risk hurtin' you."


"Small risk, Petite." He said. "De rewards far outweigh, if Ah can be de one who teach you what tings supposed to be like in de bedroom."


Rogue was startled by Remy's naked honesty. His face held an expression of longing and pain. He released her wrists and ran his bare hand over her collarbone and down to cup her breast boldly. "Can't watch you no more, can't just stand here and look at you. A man got limit's Rogue." His voice was strained with raw emotion. Emotions that he always kept in check. The lust that radiated from him was taking its effect. A last shred of common sense had her trying to pull away from him, but his other hand snaked down and his quick fingers found the opening in the fabric between her legs and she was helpless against the sensations that welled up inside her. "Can't go without touchin' anymore." He said harshly, and Rogue was uncertain if he was talking about himself or her.


Remy's fingers stroked the slick folds between her legs. The touch illicited another moan from Rogue. She gripped the sleeves of his coat for support. He thumbed her nipple till it stood out obediently. He lowered his mouth and closed it over her breast. Every suck he made with his mouth caused a throb in her lower belly.


"Ah- Ah can't." She stammered, trying to get a grip on her control. There was a cold ball of fear in her chest that always reminded her to keep her distance. She couldn't hurt him. She didn't want to lose herself only to wake up with a comatose Remy, or worse. "Stop." She said, pushing away his hands and turning her back to him. She placed a hand on the bunreau for support and panted to catch her breath. "Ah, don't think Ah can do this." He pulled his glove back on and his hands slipped around her waist; he kissed her shoulder. He caressed her with the same boldness and expertise that he used when he was stealing.


"Rogue, if you don' wan Remy, you tell him now an we stop here. If you jus scared you goin to hurt de boy, maybe he surprise you, Non?" With his hard chest pressed against her back, he whispered small words into her ear. They were in French and meant to calm her. His hands were moving over her breasts and belly again, then down to her center where he slipped a gloved finger inside. Rogue lost the battle. All thoughts of reason left her as Remy wrangled her over to the bed. She slid onto her stomach, and his touch left her for a few moments as he dropped his jacket to the floor. Then she felt his weight join her on the mattress.


Remy held Rogue, softly caressing her and just breathing in the scent of her hair. She began to relax again and he turned her over onto her back. He wore a snug, Lycra shirt, usually meant for clubbing. The sleeves were long, but she was able to explore the muscles of his arms with her hands. She'd longed to touch him for so long. Now, they were touching each other. His hand returned to the spot between her legs that had her writhing in moments. Gently, he held her wrists above her head. She didn't fight him. If she flailed an arm and touched him, it would be all over. He continued to stroke and tease her with his hand while his mouth moved over the stocking.
Rogue was shortly overcome by a tidal wave of heat. Remy was an expert on loving, and he was using every trick that New Orleans had to offer. She'd never been touched like this by anyone and the novelty alone could have probably made her climax. But Remy was being thorough. When she screamed and arched against him, he was glad that he'd held her hands because she clutched at him, reflexively. When her panting had slowed and her breathing was back to normal, she opened her eyes. His face looked savage. He was sweating and his eyes seemed to glow.


Remy unzipped his pants and pulled a cm frm from his pocket. He didn't push them down, he couldn't risk the contact, but he freed his aching erection. Rogue wanted to touch him. She wondered where her gloves were. He tore open the foil packet with his teeth and donned the protective latex quickly. Then he positioned himself at her wet entrance. Rogue held herself very still. He eased in the swollen tip at first; just nudging ever so slightly. Then he pushed in a little further, keeping his eyes on her face. She began to feel herself give around him, but he was quite large and a small twinge of fear coiled up in her for what she knew had to come next. He stopped when he felt the slightest resistance in her. He braced his hands on either side of her head and took an arm in each.


"Wan to hear you say it, Rogue." He said through clenched teeth. "Say you wan dis Cajun to have you first." His body was tense. So tense he was trembling with his need of her. Rogue regarded him above her.


"Why do you need to hear it?" She asked breathlessly. His jaw tightened in frustration.


"Posessive." He ground out between clenched teeth. "Gotta know fo sure dat you're mine now." His words surprised her, and excited her as well.


"Ah'm all yours,bit.bit." She said, feeling oddly triumphant. He didn't wait for the next heartbeat, he just pushed past her resistance and fully into her with one thrust. He groaned and closed his eyes when he was finally all the way inside. Rogue winced a little bit at the quick flash of pain. But it was only brief. He started slowly, then began to build up speed, rocking his hips against hers and pounding hard. He didn't make much noise when he came, but Rogue saw the strain evident in his face and neck. She could feel him twitching within her as he spent himself. He reached down and withdrew himself, then got rid of the condom.


When Remy came back from the bathroom, Rogue went in after him. She used the facilities and washed herself gingerly. With the door shut, she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. She felt different, but she looked the same, if a little tousled. She told herself not to expect him to be there when she came out of the bathroom, and even gave him an extra minute or two so that she wouldn't feel the shame of seeing his retreating form leaving from the window or wherever he'd come from. She was pleasantly surprised to see him reclining, on the sheets. He'd tossed the bedspread onto the floor. She was suddenly shy again.


"Come here, Chere." He said with a smile and patted the bed next to him. She walked over and climbed onto the mattress. He pulled her tightly, posessively against his side. "Remind me to kiss yo roommate next time I see her." He said against her hair. Rogue laughed. It had been Kitty who'd thrown the bodystocking at her when she'd been complaining in the lingerie shop about no man coming near her without a deathwish.


"My brother might have something to say about that." She said, settling her head against his shoulder. Then she looked at him carefully. "Just how did you get in here anyway?" His teeth gleamed white in a brilliant smile.


"Three little words, Chere." He said. "I'm a professional." Then his face turned serious. "But came for a different reason dan dis." He said, gesturing to the bed. "Came to talk about what happened last night."


"What do you mean?" Rogue asked, sitting up and facing him on the bed. Then she narrowed her eyes a little. "How did you hear about it anyway?"


"You goin to hate it, but I still got ties wit Magneto." She flinched slightly, but he didn't let her pull away. "Got ties wit a lot of people, good and bad, Petite." He frowned and shook his head. "It's necessary for now." She nodded slowly. "Magneto's boy, Pietro, he had a lot to do wit pushin Alvers to attack de apartment." His hands tightened reflexively on her arms. "Wanda's not happy. Seems she didn't know bout it and Pietro just come home afterward, grab her an run."


"Did Wanda tell you about what happened?" Rogue asked. Remy nodded. She bit her lip thoughtfully. He read her expression.


"We jus friends, Chere. Seems de X-men ain't her favorite people, but she got nothin against Kitty and you." He pulled her back to his side. "She thinks her brother has a real streak like Papa." He tightened his arms around her. "She also tink he got somethin personal against you, Chere." Rogue sat up and looked him in the face.


"Me? Why's he got somethin against me?" She asked. He shrugged.


"Pietro had a little crush at some point, but in dat family, I don tink feelins are nurtured like normal. He got a perverted mind, in more ways dan one." He cupped her face with his gloved hands. "It don't seem dat way, but Wanda's the most normal one in de family. An she was in an institution for most of her life." Rogue nodded. "Don't go looking fo Pietro or anyone in his family. Only a matter of time fore dey come lookin fo you an yo friends again." She nodded again. Remy wasn't acting like his usual distant self. His serious expression was replaced after a moment with his usual grin. He looked around them as if noticing their surroundings for the first time. "Hey, we on a bed, Chere."


"So we are." Rogue replied with mock surprise.


"How we get here?" She chuckled and he pulled her onto his lap. "Well, since we already in bed, I got a good way to pass de night." Rogue kissed his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. They could definitely find some interesting ways to pass the night.


A few hours later, Rogue lay, sweaty and tired, in Remy's arms. She was fighting off sleep and he could sense it. "Sleep, Chere." He said.


"You won't be here when Ah wake up will you?" She asked, stroking his lycra clad chest with her fingers. He sighed and shook his head.


"Sorry Petite. on'on't be here. But won't be far away."


"Ah'll be moving soon, into a different apartment." She stopped herself from saying more. She didn't want to sound desperate or needy.


"No where you go dat dis thief can't find you." He held her closer. "Now go to sleep an don' worry no more." He brushed her hair with a kiss. Rogue dozed off feeling, if not satisfied, at least content that she would see Remy again.