Tender Embrace

Note: Rogue, Gambit aka Remy LeBeau and Jean Grey belong to Marvel Comics and all that.



Tender Embrace (A Rogue and Remy Tale) By Ami E. Bowen aka Skayda





There was a time...very long ago when she could touch people. She remembers her father's kiss goodnight feather soft upon her cheek, the feel of her mother's hand as she held it on their way to her first day in kindergarten. Playing rough and tumble games with the children of her neighborhood and the one fist-fight she got into at the age of nine.



The memories were still fresh in her mind, making it that much harder to bear the fact that she is unable to caress a lover without protprotective barrier of gloves of clothing between them. She had only kissed one boy...and the act itself had been so wonderful, delicious sensations had coursed through her for a second before her mutant power had chosen that moment to awaken and dash to pieces all her young girl hopes and dreams of love and romance.







As she stood staring in horror down at the boy who had been sacrificed for the sake of her power, Rogue's mind exploded still with images and emotions not her own...her own feelings shoved into dark alcove of her mind, waiting to be summoned and analyzed. She had felt the boy's departure from the world of the living with a mixture of sorrow, guilt and terror.



Now, now...it was years later and she was still that same young girl who had felt betrayed by the fates...inside...if only older and more experienced...she still longed to hold someone, to feel kisses upon her lips and feel other hands but her own caress her wanting flesh.



Rogue stood in the bathroom, the mist from the shower shrouding her shapely body as she gazed at herself through a fogged over mirror. Her hair, deep brown with a flash of white near the top, had grown long. She moved a bit and felt it sway across her back, the ends touching her hips. She pulled her hair forwards and ran her fingers through the still-damp tresses as they fell across one luscious, round breast.



Running her fingers gently across the peaked nipple of her other breast, Rogue gasped inwardly as the tiny pink nib became erect and sensitive to her self-exploration. Running her tongue across sudden dry lips, she watched as her emerald-hued eyes closed ever so slightly in the mirror.



Slowly, as if in a dream...for she felt as if she were engulfed in the mists of fan, sh, she turned about, presenting her firm buttocks towards the mirror and faced the door. The handle was turning, she waited, her breath caught, as the door swung open on silent hinges.



Without touching her, without saying a word, he slid past her into the room.



"Ya can't touch me, Remy." She whispered, regret and longing in her tone as she turned back towards the mirror, watching him through the glass, "But I want you so much..."



He wore a pair of grey sweat pants and a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, his feet in the grey socks someone, possibly Jean, had bought him for Christmas one year.



"I want you as much, chere." His voice was rough, telling her of his desire...how difficult it was for him to keep in control. "Touch yourself, Rogue...Let me feel with your hands..."



Her head titled back, hair falling back again, Rogue languidly moved her hands across her breasts, pausing over each to savor the feel of each hard nub as it responded to her caress. She felt Gambit's breath on her shoulder, his body inches from hers' and she felt the deep throbbing begin in that hidden, secret place betwixt her thighs.



"Slower, ma petite." Gambit said as she brought her fingers across her belly and sighed as she felt his breathing quicken, "Ah, Rogue...Chéri, vous êtes si beau."



"Say it in English...Please..." She gasped, her soft southern drawl husky with her hunger, his words like an endearment to her ears. She titled her head to one side, gazing at him through the mirror. "You are so beautiful." He said as she lowered her eyes, a blush creeping across her cheeks and enveloping her body in a warmth he could almost feel.



He chuckled lightly at her school-girlish behavior and added, "Do not blush in embarrassment now, Rogue, we've come too far..."



"Yet not far enough, Remy..." She said, wanting more...needing more, yet afraid to go on. "Remy..."



"There is a way, chere..." He said to her, as she felt the moisture seep within her. He reached into a pocket of his sweats and drew a pair of dark satin gloves, the material so fine as to be nearly non-existent, yet, she knew...it would protect him from her mutant absorbing power should he touch her with them on.



She closed her eyes as she felt him touch her, drawing her backwards into his arms as his hands played across the swollen fullness of her breasts. Even though he now wore the gloves, Rogue pretended, in her own mind, that he did not...That nothing was between them...



Nothing but the love they shared...would always share...



~ End ~