To Love A Swamp Rat

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The mutant called Rogue entered the dark room, closing the door behind her. She rolled her eyes at the chuckle that came from somewhere in that darkness and flicked on the lightswitch. Remy LeBeau, codename Gambit, lay at ease in his bed, under the black satin sheets.

"Can't get enough of me, cher?" he teased, his red-on-black eyes glittering with amusement.

She said nothing, but moved toward the bed as she stripped off her gloves and peeled off her uniform. He tossed back the covers to reveal his own gloriously nude body, sleek muscles lightly furred with just the right amount of hair. She stepped out of her thong at the foot of the bed, her pale skin flushed with desire and the nipples of her full breasts hard and rosy. Their eyes devoured each other as she climbed onto the bed, crawling up until her heat was poised over his rock-hard erection.

He grinned up at her, waiting. Rogue lowered herself onto him in one motion, kissing him fiercely as she rubbed her slick opening against his dick. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, the life-force-draining pain that should have accompanied her touch completely absent.

Unable to wait, she thrust her hips downward to impale herself on his shaft, breaking the kiss to moan with pleasure. "Mmmm... oh yes, Remy..."

He began thrusting into her, one hand squeezing her rear and one kneading her breast. "Dat's right, petit. Dis is all about you, Marie."

She hooked her legs around his, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Oh sugah... it feels so good..." She could already feel the first orgasm building, but then, she had been pretty worked up already when she walked in. It was why she was here.

Gambit kept pounding away at her. "You feel good too, cher. So tight..."

Rogue moaned, kissing him passionately as the climax washed over her, making her muscles twitch around the wonderful hardness inside her. Remy rolled them over expertly without even breaking his rhythm. Now both hands were on her breasts, rolling her nipples in his fingers just the way she liked it. Her own hands traveled down his back to grab his tight buttocks.

He kissed his way to her neck, murmuring endearment and encouragement in both English and French. As always, hearing the romance language rolling off his tongue set her off again, her toes curling with the force of her climax.

Instead of letting her get a break, he pulled back to take her legs and put them over his shoulders, going back to thrusting immediately. She cried out as he hit her g-spot with every thrust. "Oh Remy... oh yes... oh God yes..." She gripped his shoulders tightly, hanging on for dear life. "Cum with me," she demanded, knowing this last one would complete her satisfaction.

Red and black eyes looked into her green ones. "As you wish," he murmured. He let out a grunt as he spilled himself into her, and she screamed his name in response.

After they were finished, he pulled out and lay back down, and Rogue got up, picked up her clothes, and began dressing. Once clothed again, she spoke. "End program."

The room and the man in it faded away, replaced by the familiar chrome of the Danger Room. But she glimpsed a movement in the control room window and looked up to see the very last person she had wanted to find out about her private sessions.