Gambit stood at the counter of the hotel waiting to be checked in. As he waited he glanced over to Rogue; she was sitting in a chair fiddling with her hair. As he watched her roll a white lock between her fingers he couldn't suppress his own need to feel his fingers running through her hair.

There was something about her, he had no idea what it was or what it meant but it was slowly getting to him. It's like he had to be close to her, but why? She was extremely attractive and as sharp as a whip, her kisses were the best thing he had ever tasted, but there was something more. What was this foreign and uncharacteristic feeling?

Gambit was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the man behind the desk. He just barely registered what he was saying before turning back to the fidgeting, beautiful woman that was Rogue. With a smirk he turned back to the man and held up a finger.

"We gonna need a small room wit' de biggest bed yo' got"

The man nodded and moved around the counter, Gambit took Rogue's hand as they were lead to their room.

Gambit closed the door after tipping the smaller man and turned to see her reaction.

"They didn't have any rooms with two beds?"

"Non, desolè."

"Ugh, now Ah havta share a bed with yah, dirty Swamp Rat."

Gambit chucked as she sat on the bed, she appeared to be waiting for something. It was pretty late and he was sure that she was tired so he thought it was time for some rest. Knowing that he was God's gift to women, Gambit thought he would give a little gift to Rogue.

He moved towards the bathroom door and slowly slid off his trench coat. He made sure to make as much noise as possible to grab her attention. Humming as he went, he peeled off his skin tight black t-shirt, followed by gracefully removing his boots and socks.

Gambit had definitely gotten her attention; she watched him slowly take off his shirt and un-ashamedly raked her eyes over his glorious muscles. She was silently thanking the Gods for allowing her to sit here and watch the hottest guy on Earth undress. By the time he was undoing his belt buckle she was wiping the drool from her mouth.

He pulled his belt off with finesse like no other. He undid his button and took a breath to keep calm, getting a hard on in the middle of this sexual strip tease war would mean certain defeat. She had to be attracted to him, she had to be the one to beg him to take her over and over again. As much as he wanted to deny that he didn't want to take her on the spot, he had to keep his cool. He undid his zipper and oh-so-slowly took his pants off. Standing clad in magenta silk boxers he looked over at Rogue, seeing lust in her eyes he allowed himself a victory smirk.

"Like what yo' see Chere?"

Seeing her blush, he gave a wink and walked into the bathroom.

After the door had closed Rogue allowed herself to take a deep breath. She didn't think it was legal to be that good looking, but then again he didn't seem the type to care for rules. She thought back to their meeting in the garage as she started to change. It felt like so long ago, but in reality it was only a few hours ago. She sighed as she put on her bed shorts, she looked at the ground seeing Gambit's shirt and bit her lip. She had a perfectly fine tank top in her bag, but his shirt was just lying on the ground calling to her. A nice shirt like that shouldn't be left crumpled on the floor and it was losing heat indefinitely; for the sake of the shirt, Rogue picked it up and put it on.

Gambit came out of the bathroom to see a surprising, but very much appreciated sight. Rogue was bending over in her barely-there night shorts zipping up her bag. She slowly stood and faced him in small shock. Was she wearing his shirt? He couldn't seem to focus on the shirt while thinking about what was underneath it.

A small blush escaped her before she wore an innocent smirk.

"Like whatcha see cowboy?" she giggled at her imitation.

Gambit climbed into bed after she did. Tonight he would keep a small distance, being the southern gentleman that he was. He wanted to get her, that much he knew. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't resist her. The last conscious thought he had before sleep overtook him was about taking her to the carnival, perfect first date material.

Rogue woke up to a strong arm draped across her middle section. Usually she would find this alarming, but instead she snuggled back into the man whose shirt she was wearing. Gambit roused just enough to bury his face in her two-toned hair.

Before relapsing into a deep sleep, she smiled. She could get used to this.

-[X-Men]-

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