Basically I need something to get my creative juices, and this is going to be it. I hope you enjoy!

After Apocalypse

Rogue and Remy

Not only had he not come to help them with Apocalypse, but he had the sheer audacity to break into the mansion! A mansion she was sure he knew was filled literally to the brim with mutants; the X-men and X-kids with the addition of the brotherhood, Magneto and even Mystique, who had elected to stay there – for the time being at any rate. As a result, Rogue and Kitty had to share their room with Wanda. The Scarlet Witch still had no idea of the true nature of her father, but she slept fretfully, and only confided to the professor about what she dreamt.

At least, she assumed he'd broken in. How else could he be there leaning over her, hand covering her mouth and demonic eyes glowing. There was something she could do about the hand, at least. She bit down, hard. His eyes widened in pain, and the muscles on his neck went taught as he tried not to cry out. Rogue pulled in a deep breath to shout for help, and then paused. Why should she? She wasn't without her own defences, and it wasn't as if he was hurting her or anything.

Yet. A tiny voice whispered in the back of her brain, but she squashed it. She was the Rogue, and she feared no-one.

"What do yah want?" She asked harshly.

"Ssh, Cherie, y'll wake de others." He whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the two sleeping forms on the other side of the room.

"What do yah want?" She repeated, still refusing to whisper.

"Cherie, it would give Gambit great piece o' mind if y' were un peu (1) quieter. Den he's more likely to answer y'r questions."

"Fahne. Now tell meh what yah want, swamp rat!" Rogue whisper-shouted.

"Remy wanted t' let y' know he wanted t' come help fight Apocalypse, bu' he wasn' invited."

"Waddaya mean, weren't invited? Jean an' Scott went ta get everyone they could!"

"Oui, mais (2) Remy wasn' asked. Dey knew he was in N'Awlins, bu' no-one bothered t' come fetch him. It was de same for Pyro, an' I'm sure Sabretooth's heart musta broke when he didn' get an invite neither. Face it, Cherie. De only ones who got accepted in y' little party o' do-gooders was de ones qui y' precious Scott found acceptable."

"Scott is not mah anything, an' yah still haven't answered mah question." He lifted one eyebrow.

"Remy jus' did."

"No, ya told meh why ya came here, not what yah want in return. An' Ah suppose it's too much tah ask for ya tah come in daylight, and enter through a ground floor door?"

"Oui, Remy can' do dat. An' as for what he wants…" He trailed off, and glanced at Kitty, who had just mumbled something, and turned over. When she ceased moving, he turned back to face Rogue.

"Remy wants dis." He leant over and brushed his lips over hers. As Rogue was expecting, she felt a spark from the skin to skin contact, but somehow it was different. Instead of drawing energy from the Cajun, the energy came from within her, brought to the surface by his lips. He drew away, frowning in a puzzled way. Lifting a hand and pulling off his glove, the thief pressed his warm, bare palm against her cheek. Rogue felt her cheek grow hot. But not from an influx of energy. Rather, for a far more…human reason. The Rogue was blushing.

"Why aren't Ah absorbing yah?" She asked, forgetting to whisper. Kitty grumbled under her breath, and yawned widely.

"Is it time to get up yet?" She asked sleepily.

"No, Kitteh. It's still dark. Go back tah sleep" She turned back to Remy, but he had vanished like a thief in the night.

(1) A little

(2) Yes, but