A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm sorry I've taken forever to update and I'm sure you're all used to hearing how busy all the authors on this website are, but high school takes a lot out on you. Anyways this chapter is sort of short but I wanted to get something out to you guys. Again, thank you so much for the reviews! (Oh and please forgive any errors, I wrote this in a rush)

"What's your name chere?" A male voice said from behind her ear. She jumped, and just about punched the guy in the face. Even after she lost the voices in her head, parts of Logan still stayed with her. She didn't like being caught off guard.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. You could get hurt real easy." She said defensively.

"I didn't mean any harm darlin'. Could I make it up to you by getting you a drink?" He replied. His voice was so sultry, and he was so handsome. She couldn't turn him down.



"My name is Rogue." She'd stopped going by Marie a long time ago.

He chuckled a bit. "Well alright then Rogue. I won't tell you my real name neither."

Rogue laughed. At first he seemed like a bit of an ass, but she was beginning to like him. "I'll have a whiskey, neat." She said. She'd quite taken to whiskey and it had become her drink of choice. He ordered two.

"So, Rogue, now tell me, what is a pretty little thing like you sittin' in a rundown bar, alone, on a Friday night?" The man asked after taking a sip of his drink.

"You tell me sugar. I never did catch your name." Rogue replied.

"It's Gambit." She liked that. "Where you from? It's always nice to meet a fellow southerner." He said.

"Mississippi. Haven't been there in years though." She remarked.

"How'd ya end up in New York?" He asked casually.

"That's a long story." Rogue said a little more harshly then she wanted to.

"Alright then chere. I won't probe." He smiled as he spoke to her, and she liked that.

They stayed at the bar until midnight. Somehow they managed to talk for hours without revealing anything about themselves. It was like a game, one Rogue enjoyed. She liked that he was easy to talk to, even if was seemingly about nothing. He was clever, charming, and he smelled of tobacco and motor oil. It was sweetly familiar, more so than she would admit to herself.

"So darlin', what do you think about coming back to my place for a few more drinks?" He asked, leaning in close. Rogue shivered at the current of his voice. It was dark- and delicious.

She wanted to go home with him. He was so handsome. His hair was chestnut brown, maybe a bit darker than that. It hung above his shoulders slightly tousled, like he'd just gotten out of bed. And his voice, it was so…arousing. His eyes were auburn- she didn't think that was possible. Maybe he's a mutant, Rogue wondered to herself. She couldn't decide whether she'd be glad if he was or he wasn't.

"Alright sugar. But you better call us a cab, neither of us should be drivin'."

As they waited for the cab outside, Gambit put his arm around Rogue's waist, turning her slightly to face him.

"Can I kiss you chere?" He asked, holding her close, but enough to give her space.

"My, my, such a gentlemen you are. Must be that southern charm." With that she took the initiative, and brought her lips to his. They were rough, but he was gentle. His five o'clock shadow rubbed up against her cheeks softly. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, but she also noticed a hint of cinnamon. He had one hand in her hair and the other on the small of her back, pulling her close to him. She liked the way he held her, she felt warm and desired. He gently probed his tongue into her mouth, moving it against her own in harmony. They stayed like that until the cab came, entangled with each other.

And as she kissed him, Rogue had someone else in mind.

The cab ride back to Gambit's apartment was not fast enough, filled with impulsive kissing and hasty hands. They scurried up the stairs to his second floor studio flat. He unlocked the door quickly, pushing it open and swinging Rogue up into his arms. They shut the door as she was hoisted against it, Gambit hungrily pushing his lips against hers. He didn't hold back and neither did she. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck, sucking on the skin between her neck and collarbones. She let out small moans and ran her hands through his long hair. He pulled away momentarily to remove his trench coat and his shirt. Rogue responded by doing the same. He stared at her almost naked chest breathlessly and continued his attack. His hands went to knead and explore her breasts as he kissed her passionately, biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood. She yelped in surprise, but not in displeasure.

The pair stumbled over to the bed, Rogue ripping her skirt off along the way. She fell on her back, staring up at him as he loomed over her. He reached under her and undid her bra. She slid it off and he then began kissing her breasts, nipping his teeth on her pale pink nipples. Her breathe hitched as he grinded against her, his groin rubbing against her own.

She made the mistake of closing her eyes, and losing herself in his touch.

"Oh…Logan." She whispered.

Gambit pulled away, looking hurt. "My name's Remy, chere."

Rogue felt shameful. "I- I'm sorry darlin'." She apologized, suddenly aware of how naked she was under him. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her lopsidedly.

"It's okay. We've both had a lot to drink…" He said, obviously trying to hide how spurned he actually was.

Rogue let out a sheepish laugh. "Maybe you've had enough, but I certainly haven't."

At that Remy smiled, and poured her a drink.

A/N: I know this seems a little more Rouge/Gambit right now, but I promise it will serve its purpose! Thanks for reading, and I hope you all stick around for what's to come. Let me know what you think.