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Remy stopped to look in the rec room on his way upstairs.
It was late, nearly 2 am, but a light was on and he was curious
to see who was still up. Maybe someone who would distract
his thoughts long enough for him to fall asleep. These days
sleep didn't come easily. He was on the verge of asking Jean
or Charlotte to give him a 'suggestion' just so he could rest.
Ororo, Charlotte and Rogue were all in there watching TV,
a stack of videos piled on the sofa table along with the leftovers
of a midnight feast. There were worse things than spending
the night hours with three beautiful women, he told himself.
"Hey, kid," Charlotte greeted him with a smile.
Rogue looked over at him with disdain from the recliner she
sat in, then turned back to the movie. "Ya smell like
"Funny, dat's where I been," he said, just to irritate
her. He plopped himself down on the couch between Storm and
Who turned away from him in haste.
"What?" he asked, all innocence.
"Perhaps you would feel more comfortable after a shower?"
Ororo suggested kindly.
Charlotte chose a more direct method. "What she means,
Remy, is that you smell like stale beer and cigarettes."
She leaned a little closer, then fanned the air. "And
some really cheap cologne."
"How cruel you are to poor Gambit," he told them,
demonic puppy dog eyes looking piteously at them. He sighed,
working his best pout.
They weren't buying it. He never could pull one over on these
two. "Maybe you're right." He took in the ladies'
state of undress with an appreciative glance. They were all
wearing their pajamas and looking quite comfortable. This
could be fun, or at least relaxing. "I come back when
I'm cleaned up an' ready for bed."
Ororo laughed softly. "I remember you sleep without
clothing, Remy. I would not suggest you return in that state."
She patted his arm affectionately.
"Non, 'less it is a request?" His eyes flickered
over to Rogue, but she was still pointedly ignoring him.
With a sigh he got himself up and headed for the stairs.
Storm turned to say something to Charlotte and found her
staring at her hand.
"Did you cut yourself?" Charlotte asked her.
Ororo's hand was sticky with smears of drying blood. "No.
It must be Remy."
Rogue looked over. "He hurt himself?" Now that
he was gone she let her concern for him showed. "Someone
needs to check on him."
Remy started undressing as soon as he got inside his bedroom,
shedding his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. A
hot shower sounded like the best idea he'd ever heard. Just
to lean against the shower wall with hot water pouring over
What would make it even better would be a woman to share
his shower with him, a soapy full body massage with a certain
He reached into the shower and turned on the water, waiting
for it to heat up. When steam billowed out of the stall he
stepped under the flow, a groan of pure pleasure as the tension
and stiffness washed away, closing the glass door behind him.
A noise from the bedroom caught his attention. The soap in
his hand heated up briefly till he remembered where he was.
Must be one of the ladies checking on him. Maybe Rogue.
That thought aroused the devil in him. He saw a shadow between
the bathroom doorjamb and the door. Rogue? The woman who gave
him more grief than any other woman in his life, a voyeur?
She ignored him, insulted him, looked down on him, now spying
on him? God, he hoped so.
An evil smile broke out at the thought. It was too good an
opportunity to miss, the chance to expand her world with the
glories of Remy LeBeau, master thief and scoundrel.
He finished his shower slowly, taking time to rub the soap
over his skin, imagining her hands stroking his flesh, keeping
one eye on the shadow by the door. A few moans escaped him.
His eyes closed with the sensations running through him. For
a blissful moment he believed she was in here with him under
the water. Reluctant to leave the fantasy he shut off the
water and reached for a towel.
The shadow was gone.
Downstairs he found them still sitting where he'd left them.
He sat himself down again between Ororo and Charlotte. "Better?"
Charlotte leaned in for sniff. "Much."
He turned to Ororo. "An' you, chere? Gambit not offendin'
you now, non?"
Storm's face reddened slightly. "Ah, no." She swallowed.
"I have had enough television for the evening. Good night."
She rose and disappeared quickly.
"What's wi' her?" Rogue asked.
Charlotte shrugged. "Guess she's tired." She was
tired, too, but she couldn't sleep. Logan was out on a mission
and the bed felt empty without him. She generally didn't sleep
more than a couple of hours a night till he returned, then
didn't get out of bed for several days after unless she absolutely
had no choice. "You still bleeding?"
Remy stretched himself out over Storm's previously occupied
spot, resting his head on a pillow in Char's lap. "Huh?"
"Hey," she protested, "what if I wanted to
"Plenty room for two, chere," he sassed back, watching
Rogue for any reaction. She still paid no attention to him.
"I don't think so," Charlotte answered back, brushing
the hair of his forehead and pinching his cheeks in her best
'maiden aunt' imitation. The stand off between the two of
them was getting on her nerves. "Storm found blood after
you left. Was it yours?"
"Non. Bar fight." Ororo? In his room? He'd never
considered her to be the peeking type. Interesting.
Ororo stood in front of the open windows in her attic loft,
letting the cool night breeze fan her warm cheeks. She hadn't
meant to spy on Remy but finding him in the shower, the glass
cubicle clear enough to see him in full naked flesh, caught
her by surprise. Her reaction to him puzzled her. Scared her,
too. She'd known him to long for this to happen.
It was most inappropriate to her to feel this wave of desire
for her friend, especially when she knew it would only be
a matter of time before he and Rogue worked their problems
out. She blamed it on her exhaustion, on the loneliness she
felt, on the lack of companionship in her life. She would
have reacted the same way if she had found any of the other
men disrobed, wouldn't she?
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