Flirting with Danger

Rogue sat at the island in the kitchen wondering when her life became so depressing. It had been a week since she had come back to the mansion after taking 'the cure' and people had been avoiding her more often than when she had poisonous skin. Bobby broke up with her on her second day back, he even had the audacity to use the 'we can still be friends' line even when she knew it was a lie. She had never felt more alone.

Logan came back from Canada that day and it was the first time Rogue had seen him since they had their talk before she left. He spent most of the day talking with Storm about what he had found and about new possible teachers. Things at the mansion were getting hectic and Rogue felt like a piece of trash being blown through the wind in the midst of a busy street.

She pretended that she couldn't hear all the whispered rumours about her but at the end of the day the result was the same; she'd end up crying herself to sleep. People didn't understand what it was like not to touch the people you care about, to have to be covered head to toe in the middle of a heat wave just so others wouldn't get hurt. Even when she was covered up people still treated her like she was poison, not just her skin. Now, without poison skin, people were treating her like she was a traitor.

Rogue just wanted to feel alive, feel the warm sun of her bare skin, shake a new friends hand, go swimming in a public pool not having to worry about hurting others, the feel of her skin on someone else's, the feel of her lips on someone who wanted her. Rogue just craved what the rest of the population took for granted, touch; unadulterated, uncensored, bare skinned touch, her God-given birth right to touch freely.

Was it a crime to want what everyone else had, to fit in with the rest of the world? Her friends avoided and snubbed her, while others would call her a traitor and a coward. She wanted nothing more than to share her new found freedom with the ones she cared about only to be shut down by the very same people.

A single tear dripped down her cheek as she made the decision to leave; if people here wouldn't appreciate her touch than she would find those who would. She would miss Hank, Storm and Logan, but she knew in her heart that she would have to leave, if only for a while, to experience being normal when she still could.

Rogue walked out of the kitchen and made her way to the garage, just to look at her options before she started packing. She could take one of the mansions cars, or she could take Logan's bike. He would be so mad at her if she took his bike; a mischievous grin pulled at the corner of her lips at the thought of annoying Logan. As she turned on the light in the garage she felt that something was off, something in the room was different.

She walked over to Scott's untouched bike before a figure jumped out, grabbed her arms and put a hand over her mouth. Rogue fought back the urge to scream, remaining calm was the best thing to do in these sorts of situations.

Her attacker turned her around to look into her face and say something only to stop suddenly. Rogue was now face to face with possibly the best looking man she had ever seen, there was no denying that his face was handsome but what intrigued her the most was his eyes. He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen; red irises on black sclera.

Gambit slowly took his hand away from her mouth, convinced she wouldn't scream. He continued to hold her gaze until the anonymous beauty spoke.

"What are yah doin' here?"

"None o' yo' business Cherie"

"It is so mah business, Ah live here!"

"Do yo' now?"

"Yes! So what are yah doin' here? Are yah tryin' ta steal somethan'?"

"Dat, Chere, is moi secret"

"Dirty thief!"

"Non, I clean up before I visit a femme"

"Arrogant swamp rat"

"Den dat make yo' a river rat"

"Cajun scum"

"Mississippi maggot"

"Drunk!"

"Non, takes a lot t' give dis ol' Cajun a buzz"

"Cocky"

"Chere, all yo' had t' do was ask"

"Pervert"

"Such ugly words comin' from such a pretty mouth"

"Sweet talkin' low-life"

"I mean it Chere, yo' are très belle"

"Yah have a smooth voice"

"Yo' eyes outshine any emerald I ever saw"

"Yah eyes are even more amazing"

"Yo' mouth is beggin' me fo' a kiss"

"Is it?"

"Oui, I wanna kiss yo'"

"Not as much as Ah wanna kiss yah"

"Gambit"

"Rogue"

As soon as her lips met his she knew she had made the right choice in deciding to leave. She didn't want to spend another second missing out on touching when it felt that good. As Gambit deepened the kiss she realized for the first time she felt like she was being pulled towards him and not the other way around.

-[X-Men]-

Dedicated to: ChellerBelle

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