Fic: Pretending
Title: Pretending
Summary: So what if Ah want ta pretend Ah can keep him? So what? Rogue/Gambit angsty one-shot
A/N: Blame this on whipsy. I wasn't expecting something this ouch. Sequel to Lonely.
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
~ Samuel Beckett ~
Shut up, Samuel. Ah nevah asked your opinion.
But, girl, that's exactly what you've been doing.
Rogue tried to shrug it off and laid her head on Remy's shoulder. His hands tightened in response, and it felt so good. Dance first. Think later. They'd been dancing for weeks now, and there was a part of her that was starting to wonder if she ought to be thinking.
Of course, voices in her head aside, that part of her had an external face and grumpy attitude, and his name was Logan.
Darlin', I understand you're hurting and you're lonely, but you're playing with a man as lonely as you are. And when two lonely people forget the reason why they are, bad things usually happen.
Bad things like adultery, divorce, being the very kind of bad girl her mother always warned her not to be.
"Y' doin' okay?" Remy asked her quietly.
She nodded, held on a little tighter.
So what if Ah want ta pretend Ah can keep him? So what?
Bobby had been in a coma for years from the unexpected return of her powers. Belladonna had not even seen Remy for longer. Who really cared if they were both married?
Rogue cared. Somewhere. Somewhere where she wasn't pretending.
"Just keep dancin', sugah," she whispered, like a sigh.
She was grateful that Remy said nothing, just pretended he believed her and held her close.
Summary: So what if Ah want ta pretend Ah can keep him? So what? Rogue/Gambit angsty one-shot
A/N: Blame this on whipsy. I wasn't expecting something this ouch. Sequel to Lonely.
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
~ Samuel Beckett ~
Shut up, Samuel. Ah nevah asked your opinion.
But, girl, that's exactly what you've been doing.
Rogue tried to shrug it off and laid her head on Remy's shoulder. His hands tightened in response, and it felt so good. Dance first. Think later. They'd been dancing for weeks now, and there was a part of her that was starting to wonder if she ought to be thinking.
Of course, voices in her head aside, that part of her had an external face and grumpy attitude, and his name was Logan.
Darlin', I understand you're hurting and you're lonely, but you're playing with a man as lonely as you are. And when two lonely people forget the reason why they are, bad things usually happen.
Bad things like adultery, divorce, being the very kind of bad girl her mother always warned her not to be.
"Y' doin' okay?" Remy asked her quietly.
She nodded, held on a little tighter.
So what if Ah want ta pretend Ah can keep him? So what?
Bobby had been in a coma for years from the unexpected return of her powers. Belladonna had not even seen Remy for longer. Who really cared if they were both married?
Rogue cared. Somewhere. Somewhere where she wasn't pretending.
"Just keep dancin', sugah," she whispered, like a sigh.
She was grateful that Remy said nothing, just pretended he believed her and held her close.