Rogue hummed, a small smile on her face as she watched Remy move about the kitchen with a confidence that only he seemed to have, not even Jean or Scott moved about the kitchen like Remy did. Rogue tilted her head as Remy bobbed his head along to the radio that he had playing, not that Rogue could actually see where the radio was hidden away at.

At least, not from where she was sitting at the table, an orange drink with some sort of alcohol that Remy had managed to sneak into the mansion at some point that week. Either he would finish it or Scott and Jean would sniff it out and confiscate it. Maybe the professor would take it before the Leader Duo of the X-Men managed to realize Remy even had it.

It probably wasn't the best idea to be drinking something with alcohol in it; not with Remy moving about the kitchen in that damn crop-top and a pair of low rise jeans—that Remy had found he liked late one night after a shopping spree with Jubilee—that were tucked into a pair of boots that were originally a gag gift from Morph.

Rogue had a hard enough time sticking to the rules that she had created to keep Remy safe from her mutation. She didn't need soething lowering her inhibitions and causing an accident—or worse—a death.

But she also couldn't resist watching Remy as he cooked—it smelt like Courtbouillon—and he just absolutely loved making things for Rogue to try. And if she couldn't touch the man she wanted the most, she would absolutely let him cook for her. It made him happy which in turn made her happy.

She ate his cooking, and he ate her baking. A past time that she had recently picked up after Jean had managed to convince her to bake with her just before Christmas on the rare day off for the team.

"Mon chérie, yous been real quiet over there," Remy uttered, turning and smirking at her playfully before turning back to the pot that was beginning to simmer.

"Don't you worry 'bout me, sugah, I'm jus' enjoyin' the view from over here." Rogue responded, smirking a small bit as she leaned back in the chair, picking up her drink once more to take a sip as she let her eyes rake over the other. Remy laughed briefly, glancing over his shoulder before shaking his ass.

Rogue snorted, turning her head to hide the smile that forced itself onto her face. Remy was laughing as he reached over some left out ingriedients and turned up the radio, his favorite song beginning to play through the kitchen.

Rogue was purposeful in letting one leg cross over the other, a clear sign that she was not going to be dancing today. Remy pouted at her when he turned around and found her leaned back with a smile on her face, amusement as clear as day.

"C'mon chérie, you don' wanna dance with Gambit?" Remy asked, moving towards her with the grace of someone well trained in stealth, and the beauty to match. His eyes were definitely suggestive as he smirked enticingly.

"Not tonight, dark eyes. I'm doin' jus' fine watchin' you havin' a good time, sugah." Rogue smiled, taking a slightly bigger drink as Remy pouted once more, fluttering his eyes before giving up… seemingly, at least. Rogue knew that he would definitely be trying again later.

Instead, he started dancing around the kitchen on hisown, occasionally getting Rogue to laugh whenever he spun a bit too fast and stumbled or he took a bit to stopped and shake his ass and shake his shoulders in a "shimmy". All the while still keeping an eye on what he was cooking.

Sometimes, Rogue wondered how he could do that. He could have his back turned and just know something was about to go wrong, or when something was perfect and could be taken off the stove.

And twice, he'd refilled her drink if she'd gotten too low or had emptied her drink. Nothing with too much alcohol after that first drink, something that Rogue was appreciative of. Always accepting with a shy smile, and a flutter of her eyes that had a slight flush rising on his cheeks.

"That smells real good, sugah." Rogue smirked, and she just knew that Remy was smiling to himself when he returned to just simply cooking. Though he did take a detour to make himself a drink and gather a few bowls and plates.

"Bons, bons," Gambit responded, humming as he reached over and turned the radio down. Rogue was almost safe about that, it had been pleasant to listen alongside everything that the other was doing. "Gambit will have this done soon, chérie."

Rogue hummed, relaxing as she let her eyes fall shut to just enjoy the moment with her thief.

… … …

"Whatcha' doing there, chérie?" Remy asked, smiling as Rogue started pulling out ingredients like she was going to be baking. His hands were dropped into the soapy water, which was much hotter than he normally handled; but the pans he had used needed a hotter temperature to get them properly cleaned.

"I'm cravin' something sweet tonight, sugah, so I was thinkin'… Cinnamon Snickers." Rogue responded, smiling sweetly as she grabbed the bowls she used for baking. The kitchen they were in was one that they primarily used, the mansion having two or three kitchens at the very least.

Jean and Scott were more than okay just giving one of the kitchens and marking it as Remy's kitchen on any 'map' of the mansion. In his opinion, it was the better kitchen. Had the better spices and equipment because of all of the time he'd put into it.

And of course, Rogue had free reign of the kitchen too, having sat with him while he put together the perfect, in his opinion, kitchen. So she knew how to use everything and how he liked to keep it. He'd surprised her by getting all of the best baking equipment and bowls all for her use whenever she wanted.

And she did so a lot; there was a new baked good just about every week. Always something new and always something that was unique.

"That sounds good, chérie." Remy responded, eyes watching her move about the space she needed. He didn't have dishes on the counter, so she was just wiping down the counter, having put a gloved hand on his arm to still him so she could slip a new washcloth into the water to wipe down the counter.

His breath might have been a tad bit shaky from having her press against his side for those few moments. His eyes had widened and his face had flushed slightly before it cleared nearly just as quick as it had turned red.

"You are a tricky woman, Rogue." Gambit uttered quietly, watching as Rogue looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. Gambit didn't believe that it was at all an innocent sort of smile; she was one that Gambit never knew when she was going to be nice or cruel. The nice sort of cruel, of course.

"Now, I need those dishes cleared so I can bake, swamp rat." Rogue pointed over her shoulder at the dishes on the table still, ones that Gambit hadn't gotten to yet. There weren't many, and Rogue could fully bake with all the space she needed or wanted, even with the dishes in the way.

"Yes ma'am." Remy winked, but he didn't go to collect the dishes. Instead he turned to the radio and turned it up once more, beginning to dance again instead while Rogue began to combine her ingriedents together, giggling lightly as she occasionally looked over at him.

Remy saw his chance after Rogue had put her cookies in the oven, taking a step up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a spin chuckling quietly at Rogue's indiginant groan.

"Remy, you can't just pull me around," Rogue chuckled, though she didn't make any move to dislodge him from her back. Instead, she leaned back against him, letting her hands rest on his forearms. She sighed, letting herself fall back against him, but Remy disliked just how tense she felt.

Remy knew the rules—oh he knew them all too well—but he couldn't help but to press his lips against her shoulder, wishing against everything that it was her temple. He wanted nothing more than to give her the closeness and connection that she so desperately craved.

"Remy-" Rogue pulled back, and Gambit knew that she was going to be upset.

"Non chérie, pas ça-" Remy paused, meeting Rogue's eyes that were filled with a worry and deep seated fear that she would harm him—even if it was simply an accident. "Jus' let yourself have this, mon amour. Jus' for tonight."

Rogue's eyes softened, a sigh escaping her as she leaned forward, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

"Jus' for tonight, swamp rat." Rogue's voice was quiet, and Remy felt like celebrating when he felt her truly relax against him. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he spun them in a small circle in the middle of the kitchen. The remnants of the meal they had eaten were empty dishes and leftover food put safely away in the fridge for another day—or a midnight snack.

"Tonigh' is all Gambit need, chérie." Remy laughed briefly. He laughed even more when Rogue pinched his side in warning. He settled down as the music changed and Rogue's favorite song happened to come onto the radio. Remy pressed a kiss to her hair—even more risky than kissing her shoulder—before moving and spinning her out briefly, eliciting a laugh of surprise and joy from Rogue, and then pulling her back in.

Rogue swayed with him, taking the chance to turn and bump her hips against his, laughing as he stumbled a little. He took the chance to wrap his arms around her once more, swaying side to side in a way that had a beat to it.

Rogue smiled brightly at him, hands sliding up his sides before dropping back down to his waist and controlling how he counted the beats. In a way, she was shaking his ask for him, though he was easily going with her movements as they turned in small circles around the kitchen. Rogue was smiling, eyes bright as Remy took a step forward, disrupting the circles they were doing and spinning her a little faster.

If anyone were to peek in to the kitchen, it would look like they were crazy. Or at least on the edge of being crazy. Dancing in the kitchen in nearly the middle of the night now, a few drinks showing that they were obviously inibriated to some degree, and the obvious signs that Remy was supposed to be doing dishes.

There was also the smell of cookies baking in the oven; a sign that at some point Rogue had started to bake.

Rogue forced them to calm down when she felt a gentle prescence in her mind, a curious and slightly chiding feeling that had her giggling, even as she apologized to Jean who only left while feeling only amusement.

"Aweh, ruinin' our fun they are." Gambit murmured, gazing at Rogue with enough love in his eyes that it had Rogue feeling flushed. He was the only man to truly look at her like that; it left her feeling giddy and terrified all at the same time.

"It's gettin' late. Once thesecookies are done, I'm gonna go to bed." Gambit gave her a look and Rogue smacked his arm. "Alone." Gambit made a playful face of despair before he was smiling at her.

"Well, mon amour, if this is the last time Gambit see you on this marvelous day, he's at least going to treat you properly." Gambit backed up, leaning down in a prince-like bow, and kissed the back of Rogue's gloved hand. His eyes were looking up at her and he was treated to the sight of Rogue flushing lightly.

He gasped lightly as she pulled him back up, placing a hand over Gambit's mouth and pressing a kiss right over where he'd kissed her hand.

"I think I need to go to bed early tonight, thief, so why don't you finish up in here… and maybe come see me after you've gotten in pajamas…" Rogue winked, not letting Gambit respond before turning and leaving the room.

Gambit was dumbfounded for all of five seconds—It was rare that Rogue invited him to stay in her room for the night—before turning to gather the remaining dishes so that he could finish them and wait for that last tray of cookies.