Celebratory meme
Comment, and I'll do an insta-drabble ficlet thing, prompted from whatever icon you use.
Meanwhile, I'm going to edit my femgenficathon entry. FINALLY.
Meanwhile, I'm going to edit my femgenficathon entry. FINALLY.
Logan's friends were certainly colourful. Rogue picked up yet another empty beer can and threw it in her garbage bag. Fortunately, most of the students were home for the summer and those that stayed year round were in camp with Bobby. Kitty and Storm. Logan could have his little security pow-wow without disapproving eyes. Apparently, Rogue's disapproval didn't count; she was, according to Logan, too cute.
"Cute. Ha! I'll show him cute. I wonder if he'll still think I'm cute if I empty this bag on his bed." She growled as she stepped on a cheese puff. "I am so going out of the state for college."
"Ever thought of going to New Orleans?"
Rogue looked over her shoulder. Gambit, mutant recon expert from somewhere South if his drawl wasn't faked. Logan wanted him to update the school's security because, of course, only a thief would know what could stop a thief.
"You can't smoke in the building," she said. "We've got twenty other acres where you can fill your lungs up with as much carcinogens as you'd like."
He crushed his cigarette on the outside wall. "Anything I can do to help?"
Rogue snorted. "Right." She reached for another beer can but he got there a millisecond faster, snagging it out of her hand. With an impatient sigh, she opened the garbage bag wider. "Aren't you supposed to be fixing the security?"
"I'm doing my walk-through," he said.
"And?"
"And if you want to be secure, you gotta lock your doors not leave 'em wide open. Gotta be a bitch on the air-conditioning system, too."
Before she could retort, he stroked a hand down her forearm. Still unused to casual touch, Rogue reared back several steps, barely stifling a scream.
Gambit held his hands up. "Hey. Sorry, chere. I was just... I'm sorry."
"No, it's not you. I used to have powers triggered by touch. You jus tsurprised me is all."
"Triggered by touch. And not a good aftermath, right, by the way you reacted." He held his hand out again, this time palm up. "Mighty shame. People need touch."
Rogue stared at his hand. "I know."
Calluses and scars dotted the pads of his fingers, his knuckles and palms. What looked to be cigarette burns tracked half-way around one wrist. The fingernail on his left pinky was crooked and bumpy, evidence of a long-ago injury. But his hand was steady, the muscles in his forearm corded and lean.
"My name's Remy," he said softly.
"I'm Ro-- Marie." She took his hand. Folded her fingers around his palm. Shook it once. When she would have let go, he held on a little tighter, not enough to be threatening, just a little pressure stroke across the pad on the base of her thumb.
"Hello Marie. Would you like some company cleaning up?"
"No, thanks I--" Rogue stared at their joined hands. To hell with it! "Sure thing, Remy. You can start with the nachos on the counter. Is that Louisiana I hear in your voice or do you just put on the accent for the ladies?"
"Only the pretty ones, chere." He winked.
Rogue replied with a grin. It was a about time Xavier's got a little more colourful.
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P.S. I haven't been keeping up with the comics in forever either, so movieverse is just fine.
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