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Hate Is An Understatement
It was a long-deserved break. The X-Men had just returned
from another mission on Muir Island. Professor Xavier had
a very important role for Rogue to play, and she had graciously
accepted it. Hopefully, the others would stop referring to
her as a child. She was given the honour of helping Cyclops
out with their plan of action. It went splendidly and she
was congratulated incessantly afterwards. Bobby made a joke
out of it, he had sculptured an Oscar trophy out of ice and
handed it to her, pressing her to make a speech. They all
had a good laugh, even Gambit joined in the fun.
She had come a long way. It had only been two years ago when
she could not control her awesome powers and was almost thrown
into the dark abyss of insanity after absorbing Carol Danver's
powers and mind. She shuddered and forced herself to forget.
It was a day for merriment at a park within campus grounds.
"Hey, Mississippi Mudpie....Why don't you come here
and show your stuff?" Warren called from the side of
the lake where he was twirling a basketball effortlessly.
Rogue smiled sweetly,"Y'all watch yerselves now."
Without hesitation, she swiftly picked herself up and ran
towards Warren. Bobby and Hank were in on the game too.
Her smile faltered a little though when she saw a shirtless
Gambit standing around, obviously intending to join the game
also. Jean stepped in and they were split into two teams,
Jean, Rogue and Bobby on one team, Gambit, Hank and Warren
on the other. Betsy took it upon herself to give the ball
the first throw. They all held their respective places. Gambit's
team got the ball first after the usual flip of a coin.
As soon as the ball was in the air, everybody charged for
it. Elizabeth "Psylocke" Braddock knew what was
good for her and quickly moved out of the way; she was not
going to die in a stampede. Jean caught the ball first at
the same time Gambit threw himself at it. Unable to stop he
bumped into Jean, knocking both of them onto the ground.
"Sorry chere," Gambit laughed as he held her slim
waist to stabilize her leverage.
"Quite alright, Remy," Jean gasped between laughter,
still holding the ball.
There he goes again, Rogue thought to herself, rolling
her jaded eyes heavenward. The snake's workin' his way
Rogue caught a glance of Cyclops shifting uneasily under
the tree where he had been watching the game at how intimately
Gambit held his wife. Rogue felt sorry for him and a more
powerful surge of anger shook her. How could he? Sure, Gambit
was by all means a kid just like her but he had enough charm
for all the men in the team. She hated the way he wove himself
so close to the women in the X-Mansion. They were like sisters
and even possibly like mothers to her, she was just not ready
to share them yet.
He was not only physically attractive; it was the way he
moved and the way he talked women into a frenzy which spelled
trouble...With a capital T! He added an air of excitement
to the X-mansion, his fresh humour, his charm and his very
dangerous charm. Rogue swore to herself to keep a close eye
on him. There was more to the young Cajun than what he was
showing. Rogue sighed. She hated surprises.
"So y'all gonna keep delaying the inevitable or continue
with the game?" Rogue drawled coolly which earned her
approving nods from Bobby and Scott.
"De inevitable chere?" Remy arched his brow, finally
letting go of Jean's smooth waist. "Dis should be interestin'."
"What's so interestin'? My team's gonna kick yer sorry
butt, we're gonna win, game over...End of story."
Bobby chuckled. Scott smiled at Rogue's death threat. Logan
grinned at the two youngest X-Men who stood opposite of each
other, cool and haughty.
" 'S dat right chere?" Remy inquired sarcastically.
"Well den, it just comes t'show dat y' don't know me
With lightning speed, Gambit turned around and snatched the
ball out of the hands of an unsuspecting Jean. He ran towards
"Oh no ya don't!!!" Rogue called out and ran after
his nimble form. The game was over between the two teams but
it was just the beginning for the two young Southerners who
ran off far into the distance where the lone pole of victory
"No fair...Y'all planned that all along!!" Rogue
whined as Gambit scored the first basket.
Gambit smirked, enjoying Rogue's pricking discomfort of being
one point behind and teased, "Yeah well...y' snooze y'
That was it, he hit a nerve. Rogue hated losing. Hell...She
hated him! Rogue grabbed the ball and almost immediately Gambit
tackled her. She strutted, expertly maneuvering the ball at
her will, bouncing it on the ground beneath her and catching
it swiftly behind her. Gambit eyed her graceful movements
watching it as if in slow motion, the soft flexes of her young
body. He studied her motives and when he finally had enough,
he chose an opportune time and snatched the ball.
"Hey!" Rogue cried and went after him again.
Rogue's reflexes were good and she learned to observe Gambit
as well as he did her. Soon she retrieved the ball once more
and before Gambit could react, she threw it high into the
air and it landed smoothly onto the ground...after passing
through the hoop, of course.
It was a tie.
The game got more intense, both determined to win, both determined
to prove their point. Although they weren't too sure what
points that they were trying to make. Call it teen angst.
Gambit was bouncing the ball as Rogue looked on, body still,
muscles stiff. Remy's jaw hardened, trying to anticipate her
next move. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as did he.
Remy's broad shoulders hunched, back bent as he continued
to bounce the ball. Rogue pounced for it, Remy shifted his
position in defense and in doing so Rogue tripped on his thigh
sending both of them sprawled onto the ground. Rogue groaned
as she felt a sharp pain momentarily stabbing her side as
she fell on her back.
It was all a blur for a while. She opened her previously
squinted eyes only to stare right into Remy's handsome face.
Their eyes locked, her green orbs with his red-on-black. Remy
was supporting himself on his elbows. Suddenly he was rendered
mute, he couldn't move. He stared into her deep, sparkling
wide emerald eyes, transfixed by their beauty....her beauty.
Their breathing relaxed, in fact they stopped breathing altogether.
He was just so afraid that so much as a breadth should escape
him, the fragile vision before him would turn to dust and
slip away. Her skin looked silky-soft, Remy's fingers itched
to touch even for just a moment. Her perfectly sculptured
face never left his chiseled one. Her sooty lashes hooded
her eyes which turned slightly misty...Beckoning him.
Rogue liked what she saw. Her eyes traced his strong jaw
to his soft, reddish brown hair which was cut short, long
bangs falling attractively around his eyes tangling with hers.
Yes, their faces were that close. Her eyes continued its journey
from his beautiful face to his firm shoulders, and muscular
He's been workin' out, Rogue thought approvingly.
Her focus back to his smoldering eyes. Rogue sensed his body
moving in closer into hers, his face coming nearer and nearer
still, his lips about to descend over her soft ones.
The trance was broken as Remy and Rogue looked up to see
Wolverine towering above them, still intimately entwined.
"Got a problem with the Gumbo, darlin'?" he growled,
his claws protruding out of his clenched knuckles.
Suddenly realizing their awkward positions, they got up and
"Nuthin' ah cain't handle, Wolvie..." Rogue mumbled
as she walked away.
She turned around sharply and shook her finger at the Cajun.
"This ain't over yet, Mr Lebeau."
She threw him the ball which Gambit caught smoothly. Logan
smiled briefly at the double meaning of her words. Gambit
just stared stupidly after her holding onto the ball stiffly.
Finally he did move, passing by Wolverine as if he did not
exist muttering to himself like an aimless madman.
"It's only physical It's only physical It's only physical
It's only physical It's only physical It's only physical..."
Logan chuckled at the little mantra Gambit was chanting.
Continued in Chapter
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