EPILOGUE

           ...Gambit barely even heard them leave. His reddish eyes burning with eager anticipation, he daringly pulled Rogue's soft gloves off and curled his long fingers around hers. For just an instant he thought he felt the barest trace of a lingering tingle. Then it was gone. Her hand was warm and smooth beneath his.
           A relieved sigh escaped him. Finally, after all these years, he could touch her without either of them being hurt! If this was only a dream, he never wanted to wake up again!
           "Rogue?" His soft, husky voice was choked with emotion as he bent to kiss her forehead.
           Again that brief flicker of energy...then nothing. "C'mon, chér, wake up, y'hear me?"
           Several agonizingly long moments passed while he waited, his heart pounding. Then Rogue's eyes flickered, and slowly opened. He patiently waited, knowing all-too-well how bewildering those first few seconds could be, when everything was still a confusing blur.
           "Remy?" A faint smile curved her lips as he slowly swam into focus, then bent closer to brush a lock of white-streaked hair off her forehead. "It didn't work, did it?"
           Puzzled, Gambit tilted his head to one side. "What din't work, chér?" he gently countered. "You miss all da excitement--Morph an' Storm showed up an' save da day!"
           Startled, Rogue struggled to sit up. "Morph? What's he doin' here? Where is everybody?" Then she jerked back as he lightly stroked her cheek. "You crazy, Cajun? You know better'n that..."
           "Maybe Gambit know more'n you think!" he slyly retorted, grinning. And he deliberately kissed her bare hand, his gleaming eyes bright with suppressed laughter. "What you say now, eh, chér?"
           Rogue numbly met his amused gaze, bewildered. "Remy, what...if the generator's off, then..."
           Gambit softly chuckled. "Long story, chér! Let's just say Wolverine give us a helpin' hand! You wanta waste time hearin' it right now, or you gonna hush up an' kiss me?"
           She stared up at him in blank confusion for one more moment. Then a wondering smile slowly curved her lips. "I love you, Remy LeBeau!" she whispered.
           "Remy love you, too, Rogue!" he solemnly promised. "'Till da end o' time an' beyond!"
           A bright flicker of energy enveloped them, tingling with promise, as he bent to kiss her. "We git married soon as Xavier find us a preacher-man," he added as her arms eagerly tightened around his broad shoulders, "but we gonna have our honeymoon right now, nón?"
           Rogue's fervent reply was muffled by the warm pressure of his mouth. Then she was beyond thinking as he boldly slid his hands down, caressing her shoulders, her arms, the full curves of her quivering breasts.
           She gasped, startled by the intimate contact, then hungrily leaned into his embrace. He was eagerly stroking her tightening nipples, arousing her beyond belief as he bent to kiss the taut peaks...
           "Remy!" she panted, arching against him. "Oh, Remy, yes!"
           A faint moan of pleasure escaped her as his agile fingers glided lower, over her flat belly and between her thighs, searching, exploring, tugging at her belt and the clasps on her tight suit. So long...she'd waited so long...
           Suddenly he stopped and straightened, impishly grinning down at her. "So what you wanna do first, eh, chér?" he teased, pulling his hands away and shoving them in his pockets. "Go help clean up Kevin's room wit' da others?"
           "Gambit!" Indignant, Rogue tugged at his strong arms. "That ain't fair!" The light caress of his long fingers seemed branded against her tingling skin! Gods above, she wanted him so much, wanted to feel him lying against her, holding her, burying himself deep inside her...
           He couldn't stop now, he just couldn't! Not yet!
           "Nón?" The lanky Cajun softly chuckled, his eyes glittering with suppressed laughter. He could hardly wait to get her naked and clinging to him, as he taught her what loving was really all about! Lordy, he was already so hard and hot for her, he didn't know how long he could keep from attacking her! A rippling surge of passion tightened his body at the very thought of feeling her soft, wet warmth seductively envelop him...
           "So tell me what you'd rather do!" he countered, grinning. "I reckon we oughta git your clothes cleaned up an' all..."
           He deftly unfastened her collar, pretending indifference. With ever passing second he was getting harder, and closer, and... "Ain't fit t' wear, da way dey look now!"
           Startled, Rogue twisted around, trying to see what was wrong with her comfortable jumpsuit. The dark, dried bloodstain marring the bright yellow and green material sent an icy chill down her back. "Good God, Remy, what happened?" she demanded, staring back up at him with huge, horrified eyes. "That ain't my blood, is it?"
           He ruefully sighed. "'Fraid so, chér," he confessed, avoiding her anxious gaze. "Dat wall come down an' nearly kill you." He'd hoped she wouldn't notice it, at least not until a lot later, but somehow he was suddenly messing everything up!
           He'd been waiting years for this moment, planning and dreaming of how it'd be when he finally had her alone and in his arms! Why was he suddenly so nervous? He hadn't been this skittish around a woman since he was eleven, and just learning about the finest things in life!
           The moment was unquestionably ruined now, so he put his surging hormones on hold and soberly helped her out of the mangled jumpsuit. Yet despite his resolutions, his pulse began to leap as his long fingers brushed against her warm skin. An uncontrollable burst of desire tightened his straining flesh as heat began to ripple up and down his taut, throbbing shaft.
           Dammit, he had to ignore it, had to concentrate! She wasn't gonna want to make love right now, not while she was upset about almost being killed!
           If he could just find some way of cleaning her jumpsuit, so she'd have something to wear when they finally rejoined the rest of the team... Then he noticed the recycling chute on the far wall. Moira must have to sterilize a lot of materials--maybe that'd work well enough. Relieved, he gathered her suit up in a small pile and, ignoring the ache in his throbbing shaft, hurried across the room.
           Rogue silently watched him, troubled by his serious manner. Had she done or said something wrong? Her body was still burning from the provocative touch of his agile fingers...yet he'd undressed her like she was nothing more than his sister! Now that he finally could touch her, had he decided that he didn't want to, after all?
           And they said that women were unpredictable!
           Gambit dropped her suit down the long chute, and let the heavy door slide shut again. Then he turned back around and pensively stared across the room at Rogue. She was still shyly sitting on the long table, dressed only in a lacy bra and panties that she'd probably never expected anyone to see.
           Mon dieu, did she have any idea how incredibly sexy she was? His heart began to pound again at the very thought of touching her, caressing her perfectly shaped breasts, exploring the soft warmth between her slender thighs...
           Then he sternly fought to control his body's instinctive reaction. Thank goodness for body armor...it might be painfully tight right now, but at least she couldn't see how much he wanted her! He'd probably scare her, he was so incredibly hard! He almost welcomed the distracting torture--at least it'd help keep his mind off other things, while he finished cleaning her up.
           But when that was done...
           The wild surge of passion that instantly swelled his pulsing flesh again made him flinch. Too damned tight!
           So hurry an' clean her up, an' then things'll be different!
           Galvanized by that provocative thought, he painfully walked back across the room.
           "Remy?" Rogue's soft voice trembled with uncertainty as she tried to meet his averted gaze. "What's wrong?"
           "Wrong?" Gambit harshly cleared his throat, wishing his voice didn't sound so strained. Didn't she realize what she was doing to him, sitting there looking so damned tempting that he was about to rip right through his shorts? He'd never been so hard for a woman in his life!
           And if he didn't stop staring at her and finish what he needed to do, he was gonna lose it right here, or force himself on her!
           "Ain't nothin' wrong, ma chér. Just gotta clean you up a bit," he promised. "Hol' still, now..."
           Gritting his teeth, he retrieved a box of sterile wipes from the nearby counter, and gently washed the dried blood from her back and ribs. Oh, lordy, how he wanted her! He'd always known that she had an incredibly gorgeous body, but he'd never expected her skin to be so silky-soft! And the delicate scent she was wearing...
           Another surge of desire ripped through him, and he stifled a husky groan. He couldn't take much more of this! Damn, he was already so close to coming, and he wasn't eveninside her yet! And wouldn't be for a while, at this rate!
           Concentrate, dammit! Ain't like you never had t' do anythin' this tough before!
           Only he hadn't, and he knew it. If he didn't stop touching her soon, he was gonna lose it! He could already feel the heat rising in his throbbing flesh, urgently demanding relief.
           He was so close, so close...
           Just to distract himself, he started telling her about everything that had happened since they'd escaped from Kevin's chambers, and how Wolverine had risked his own life to save hers.
           Mon dieu, but he was making a mess of things! This wasn't the way he'd imagined it would be, their first time together. And it sure wasn't the way to get her turned on and ready for him! How he wanted to feel her soft body beneath his, warm and wet and aching for him as he thrust deep inside her!
           But at least the talking was keeping him from ripping her panties off and practically raping her...
           Finally he was done, and he gratefully tossed the box aside. Before she could move, he gingerly sat down on the table beside her. "So what you thinkin' 'bout, chér?" he murmured. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to peel her sexy little bra and panties away, and make love to her until she was sobbing for release...
           Another frenzied burst of desire rippled through him at the very thought, and he uncomfortably shifted.
           Too damned tight...
           Rogue was silent for a moment, a thoughtful frown creasing her smooth forehead as she considered everything he had--and hadn't--said. Then she apprehensively met his guarded eyes. "If I absorbed Wolverine's powers, that means they'll prob'ly fade away again soon!" she whispered. "That ain't gonna give me very long--a few hours, maybe, if I'm lucky."
           He couldn't help himself--he was gonna go crazy if he couldn't touch her again! His body tightening with desire, Gambit lightly nuzzled her soft throat. Her pulsebeat was fast and erratic beneath his caressing mouth. "Few hours can last an eternity, rightly done," he coaxed, even as he gently pushed her back down on the table. "What you say, ma chér?   We make our own paradise, just dis once?"
           Rogue's green eyes widened with relieved surprise. "Y'mean, you really want to? I thought..."
           Then she faltered into silence as his mouth trailed down her shoulder, burning intricate patterns--like sweet wildfire--over her tingling skin. Her lacy bra fell to the floor with a soft whispering sound. Startled, she gasped in delight as his mouth hungrily descended on her tightening nipples. "Remy..."
           He was tugging at her silky panties now, and she felt a wild burst of excitement flood through her trembling body. Panting, she helplessly clung to him. Electric sparks began to coil in her belly, spreading like liquid fire. He did want her, he did!  She could feel the hunger in him as he pressed against her, his long body taut with desire!
           Groaning, he quickly stood back up, and fumbled with the clasps on his body armor.
           Too damned tight...
           Dieu, but he was about to rip right through his shorts! Violent surges began to pulse up and down his huge, swollen length as the pressure suddenly eased. A heartfelt sigh of relief escaped him as he dropped his heavy armor onto the cold tile floor. Then he was yanking his tee shirt and shorts off, his wide chest heaving as he tenaciously fought for control. He wanted her so much...
           "Oh my God!" Rogue's startled whisper stopped him, and he curiously glanced down at her. She was staring at him in wide-eyed fascination, her awed green eyes lingering on his long, throbbing shaft. Another rush of heat burned through him, and his hardened flesh eagerly rose in response. One light touch, that was all it was gonna take, and he was gonna explode! Just one light touch...
           Stunned, she slowly met his amused gaze. Then she swallowed hard, her tongue darting over suddenly-dry lips. The instinctive gesture made his heart race. How he wanted to feel her hot little tongue on him, driving him absolutely insane with desire!
           Slowly, so he wouldn't scare her, he began to caress her again, his thumbs erotically gliding across her swelling breasts. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her as he bent over her, eagerly tasting her soft curves. Gods, she tasted so sweet! And her seductive scent was driving him crazy!
           Rogue helplessly shuddered as she arched up to meet his shuddering frame. She wanted him--wanted something, some incredible half-sensed wonder--as his hands slid down lower, and lower still...
           His aching shaft was pulsing, violently surging against her thigh. Tantalizing warmth enclosed his long fingers as he eased her quivering thighs apart, and began to caress her soft flesh. She was so incredibly hot and wet, so ready for him...
           "Oh, Rogue...ma chér...don' know what you doin' t' me," he groaned as her hands circled his taut hips, pulling him closer. "Don' know how long I can hold back!" Panting, he hungrily slid his fingers deep inside her, deeper, searching...
           Her low, frenzied moan of ecstasy made him catch his breath as an answering explosion ripped through his own body. Any second now...he was already so close...too close...
           But he couldn't enter her yet! Not like this, when he was already about to come! It was her first time, dammit, and he had to make it good for her...
           Still caressing her, he slid back up, his other hand blindly groping for hers. Then he was drawing it down between them. A hoarse moan escaped him as her slender fingers eagerly curled around his hard, pulsing flesh.
           Oh God, it felt so good! And she was stroking him, sliding her little hand up and down his surging length, and he could feel the passion rising, rising...
           "Now, Rogue, now!" he gasped, his chest heaving as he fell back, fists clenched. "Oh, chér, please...cain't hol' back no more...I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"
           As if she could read his very thoughts, she shyly bent over him and curled her tongue around his hot, throbbing flesh. Belladonna's hazy memories spurred her on as his quivering body suddenly jerked in shocked pleasure, and a burst of warmth filled her mouth. His hoarse voice echoed from a tremendous distance as he tensed, and tremor after violent tremor shook him.
           She'd never dreamed that she could give him such incredible pleasure! Or that he could make her feel so wonderful, just by touching her! A low, husky moan escaped her as he reached for her again. She'd expected it to hurt but it didn't, it only felt so good...
           Panting, she sagged back against the rumpled blankets, hungrily writhing beneath his provocative touch. He was pressing deep inside her again, his hands darting beneath her parted thighs, his mouth hot on her tingling breasts. Fiery bursts of pleasure rippled through her trembling body as he slid one knee between hers, nudging her legs wider apart. She could feel his straining length surging against her hip as new waves of desire kindled in his blood. So close, he was so close!
           "Rogue...mi amoré..." His tongue eagerly twined with hers as his long fingers glided over her tingling skin. Oh lordy, it felt so good... Moaning, she helplessly clung to him as he eased on top of her, his lean hips erotically thrusting between hers.
           "Now we do it right, ma chér!" he gasped in her ear, his rich voice incredibly seductive. Oh, God, he was still so big and hard, and he was pressing tighter against her...
           Startled, she caught her breath in awed wonder as he caught her hips and lifted her up to meet him. His pulsing shaft was thrusting into her, deeper and deeper, fiercely throbbing with renewed life...
           "Now we do it right!"
           "Oh, Remy!" Rogue eagerly strained against him, moaning with pleasure. He was so deep inside her now, and oh God he was starting to move!  Quick bursts of delight shot through her as he rose above her, his taut hips arching against hers. He was moving and it felt so good, it felt so good!
           Liquid wildfire coursed through her veins as his head fell back, and a low groan of ecstasy escaped him. "Love me, Remy!" she gasped, feverishly clutching at his strong back. "Oh, yes..."
           She'd already known what to expect--ever since Belladonna had inadvertently grabbed her bare hand, that time back in New Orleans, her provocative memories had haunted Rogue's feverish dreams. But nothing she'd seen in Belle's mind had prepared her for this!  It was even better than she'd imagined it could be!
           And Remy, he'd never reacted this way with Belle! Sobbing with delight, she eagerly gave into the explosive ecstasy spiraling between them, her slender body trembling with uncontrollable pleasure.
           Somehow, like a distant echo, she could sense Remy's frenzied thoughts as he quickened his rhythm, sending new sparks of rapture whirling through her. He did love her, he did!
           Spurred on by his own hunger, she avidly rose to meet his straining body. Oh, God, and he was so deep inside her, pulsing with fiery heat...
           "Remy!"   Helplessly moaning, she tensed as a new burst of pleasure ricocheted through her. So close, she was so close!  "Remy, what...ohmigod, Remy, ohmigod!   It's happenin'! Remy..."
           "Don' fight it, chér!" he gasped, tensing as he fought to hold back, to make it last longer. "Let it come! Let it come!"  His husky voice abruptly rose as she began to shudder, her fingers erotically clutching at his back. "Now, Rogue, now! Now, chér, come with me! Come with me..."
           Time itself seemed to stand on end, glowing with unbelievable splendor, as they urgently clung to each other. Then one last wave of sheer bliss caught them firmly in its grip and sent them whirling up, away, soaring on the warm winds of blinding ecstasy.
           At last, breathless with awe, Rogue smiled up at him, her green eyes softly glowing. She'd never dreamed anything could be like this, so...so...
           "Oh, Remy, I love you!" she whispered, her voice muffled as she leaned up to kiss him. "I never knew..."
           "Me, neither." His deep, rich voice was husky with tenderness as he gently cradled her against his wide chest. "Ain't never felt this way afore! You gonna kill me, gal--but what a way t' die!"
           Then he idly glanced around the room, and started chuckling. "Gambit hear o' floatin' away, chér, but mebbe we carry it too far, nón?"
           Rogue opened her eyes again and stared around in confusion. Then a shy grin curved her lips as she realized that they were hovering about three feet above the lab table, still intimately twined together. Laughing, she let them drift back down, until the rumpled blankets were soft beneath her sweat-dampened back.
           "I ain't lost control like that since I first learned to fly!" she confessed. "But this sure beats flyin'!" And she teasingly arched her hips, straining against him.
           Remy instantly responded, his long fingers curling around her tingling breasts as a new surge of hunger swept through his taut flesh.
           Had it really been so long since he'd held a warm, willing woman in his arms? Or was it just Rogue herself who was arousing him so?
           Groaning, he held her closer, his tongue erotically chasing circles around hers.
           "Fly wit' me again, mi amoré?" he whispered against her open mouth. "Remy take you higher'n you ever dreamed!"
           Rogue eagerly smiled, her eyes bright with love and longing. "Promise?"

"Enough, chér, enough! Gambit cain't take no more!"


The End (?)



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