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It was so much colder without her powers.
It was something none of the mutants talked about, in fact Rogue wasn’t even sure the others felt it. But for her, the anti-mutant collars made her feel cold right through to her bones.
The cold wasn’t the only thing bothering Rogue. Her and Gambit were trapped together in a cell as dark and small as it was cold. They had been on a mission that was supposed to be simple, quick, and easy. A one day mission. But now here they were, trapped in a too-small cell and chained with the anti-mutant collars and no chance of escape.
They had been scouting out one of the Friends of Humanity’s meetings, investigating any future plans the FOH had to torment local mutants. If they could get a leg up, warn the other mutants, even prevent them from taking action, the mission would be a success. Unfortunately it had been a trap set for the X-men and they’d captured Rogue and Gambit before they could even put up a fight. Luckily for the two of them, nobody had gotten hurt. But Rogue still felt down. They had not only failed at their supposedly “simple” mission, but she was stuck in a room so small it was almost inevitable that her skin would brush Gambits. Even with the anti-mutant collars, she still worried about draining him. She knew how much it hurt.
“C’mon chère,” Rogue could tell Gambit was trying to cheer her up, “is it so bad bein’ trapped wit da Gambit?” His signature charming grin made her want to smile right back. Of all the X-men to be trapped with like this, she was glad it was Gambit. While she was close with all of the X-men, none of them would be able to cheer her up the way Gambit always did.
“It’s not bad at all Remy…” Rogue felt a chill down her spine, “But in a cell this size… what if I accidentally drain your energy? I would feel jus’ horrible, ‘specially because theres nothin’ I could do to help you.” She couldn’t meet his eyes.
He reached out and gently touched the anti-mutant collar on Rogue’s neck, “You ain’t gon’ hurt me.” The gaudy grin shifted to a soft, sweet smile. His eyes looking into hers started a buzz through her whole body. The kindness in his face was honey sweetening her right up. And yet, she was still apprehensive. What if he was wrong? She’d drained him before and felt horrible about it. He had described the experience to her, and since hearing what it felt like she had hated using her powers even more. Subjecting anyone to that, even her worst enemies, was just too terrible. If she drained him again she would never forgive herself.
The way Gambit described being drained… it still haunted Rogue. He’d said it was like being choked out, not having any air to fill his lungs and instead being filled with panic. Like being held underwater. Disorienting, panicky, helpless. At the same time, a sensation like being left out in the sun for a few too many hours. A body being dried out. All of the life seeping away from the soul. Between those two sensations it sounded like torture.
How had Gambit endured that torture from her and still wanted to be close to her? Hadn’t Rogue proved that being near her would only cause him pain?
“Remy… even wit’ the anti-mutant collars I- I could neva forgive myself if I hurt you like that again.”
“If you somehow did drain the Gambit, I wouldn’t mind much. But you aren’t gon’ hurt me, I promise.”
“Mhh…”
As much as she didn’t want to hurt him, she wanted just as much to be close to him. To feel his touch and warmth and his adoration for her. For him to feel how much she had always wanted to be with him. She had stayed awake for so many nights thinking about what it might feel like. She had pictured every scenario. What it would feel like to hold his hand, to kiss his cheek, his lips, his chest…
Rogue wanted so desperately to be with him. She wanted it more than anything.
“Here,” Gambit removed his half-glove so that his whole hand was uncovered. He reached out and cupped her cheek in his palm, “see chère? You ain’t gon’ hurt the Gambit. I’m jus’ fine, my energy ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He moved closer to her, their bodies six inches apart, then three, then only one inch between them. The chill in the cell vanished as it was replaced with the warmth emanating from their bodies. “You’ll hafta drain my energy the old fashioned way.”
Gambit reached for her hands and removed her gloves to expose her skin. Rogue took his hands, intertwining their fingers. This simple touch, the warmth of another person, a person she cared for so deeply, it was more than she could’ve ever hoped for.
“I can’t believe it…” Rogue gasped, “I really can’t. It’s been so long…”
Their eyes met, his red pupils locked with her green ones. So close together Rogue could feel his breath on her skin and see all the scars on his handsome face. She could count them. She could kiss every single scar on his body. She could do everything she had ever though impossible, and she could do it all with Gambit.
“Oh Remy…”
Before she could say anything more or worry about hurting him, Gambit leant forward and closed the remaining distance between them, connecting their lips to cut her off. An electric current flowing between them, two parts in perfect harmony. It felt right. It felt correct. Rogue felt like this was where she was always meant to be; she had found her place in the world and she never wanted to leave.
In all their years of working together there had always been a tempting chemistry. It was part of why they worked so well as a team. Gambits’ incessant flirting and Rogues untouchable demeanor. Their desire to be together, and the magnetic force of fate keeping them apart. Rogue pulling energy from people and Gambit imbuing energy into objects. It was like the universe had created two people meant to complement each other perfectly, two people meant to be together. Two halves to make a whole. The cruel twist being that they could never actually be together. But now, now they could. They could complete each other, merge into one perfect being. And god knows, they would never pass up an opportunity like this.
Her hands wandered his figure, feeling the texture of his leather coat and his soft hair for the first time. His hair surprised her, she had assumed he put product in it. But as she ran her fingers through it was soft and smooth. She could’ve felt it forever.
Their faces pressed closer, closer, closer. Like they were trying to absorb each other through the skin. If it were possible, they would fuse into one hermaphroditus being.
Gambit broke off, just far enough to speak, “Oh chère, you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? How long I’ve been waiting for you?” His hands trailed up her back, finding the latch of her uniform and releasing it, slowly pulling it to reveal more and more of her smooth skin. “I am gon’ treasure every moment with you mon amore.”
“Well c’mere then sugar, you’ve been waitin’ long enough.”
Their lips crashed together into a second kiss, deeper and more passionate than the first. Their hands now busy with one another’s clothing, desperately trying to remove it. Rogue removed Gambit’s coat, his headgear, his shirt. He removed her belt, her skin-tight suit pulled down to expose her torso. Both of them gasping for air and breathing each other in to fill their lungs.
In the matter of minutes, they had gone from having barely ever touched to the skin of their chests and stomachs pressing together, their arms tangled in a mess of bodies, their faces pressed as close as possible. It was almost too much for Rogue to handle, more physical contact than she had ever felt before. But at the same time, it was addictive. And she just wanted more.
Gambit wanted to feel as much as he could, knowing he might never get this chance again. He marveled at how soft her skin was, how a girl as strong as Rogue could be so gentle. He felt her hips, her waist, her back. He unhooked her bra and felt her chest against his. The most beautiful dame in the universe and gambit was the first and only one to feel the muscles in her back and softness of her breasts. He really was the luckiest man, the cards had fallen in his favor.
They fell to the floor of the cell, so deeply immersed in one another that the cold didn’t bother either of them. Gambit moved from her lips to kiss her jaw, down her neck, her collarbone, across her perfect chest, her stomach, moving lower and lower with each placement of kisses. Slowly and surely working his way down her torso. Rogues hands tangled themselves in his soft hair and traced the muscles in his arms.
As Gambit arrived at his target, he looked up at Rogues’ flustered expression, “May I, chère?”
As impossible as it seemed, Rogues’ face turned even redder, “yes” she gasped through heavy breathing. The intensity of her passion guiding her decision.
He removed her remaining clothes, savoring her perfect body and her blushing face. Taking his time to admire her beauty. He kissed her powerful, muscular thighs. He grabbed her strong hips and pulled his face in towards her. In slow, intentional licks he started eating her, starting with just his tongue. For him, every sexual encounter he had ever had was simply practice for this moment. He licked from bottom to top, flicking her clit where he knew would make her feel good. Once he found her most sensitive area, he kept his tongue at work there and used one of his fingers to feel her opening. Feeling her muscles contracting, the area around his fingers moistening.
Between his tongue and his fingers, Rogue was having a hard time keeping her voice quiet. Gasps of pleasure rhythmically escaping her mouth. Every now and then when Gambit touched her just right, her voice raised in a burst of ecstasy.
“Ah–h ah Remy…hh”
The sound of her voice and her heavy breathing filled Gambit with more and more desire. He wanted to make her feel better than she had ever felt before, to pleasure her until she couldn’t move, to give her all the experiences she’d missed out on by not being able to touch anyone. He was more turned on than he had ever been. Arousal combined with the satisfaction at Rogues obvious pleasure made Gambit want her even more.
“Remy, Sugah…, wha’bout you?”
Gambit shifted his position so that his hand was doing all the work. “Whadya mean?” He licked his lips and savored the taste of Rogues’ juices.
“I wanna-hh make you feel good too.”
“What makes you think I’m not feelin’ good?” Again he shifted, moving back up her body but leaving his hand to keep rubbing her soft spot. He spoke into her ear softly, seductively “I’m feelin’ pretty damn good right now.”
She grabbed his face and pressed him deep into another kiss. They turned over, Rogue taking her place atop Gambit. Despite his claim, Rogue wanted him to feel just as much ecstasy as she had. Similar to what Gambit had done, she started at his lips and slowly progressed toward his waistline; running her tongue over his firm muscles, down his pecs and across his defined abs.
She arrived at his waistband and curled her fingers around the elastic, looking at the hard bulge in front of her. Then up at his face, “Can I…” she trailed off, embarrassed to say it.
Having her lips only a couple inches away from his dick made Gambit so much harder. God, he could feel her breath on it. His self control was working overtime.
“Anytime you like ma belle.” He grinned in his classic flirtatious style, trying to disguise his anticipation. He wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it.
‘Damn,’ Rogue thought, ‘He really has been lookin’ forward to this… I always wondered why he wanted me so bad when he couldn’t have me…’
The answer to that was partially that he wanted her because he couldn't have her, an ongoing challenge and a supposedly unachievable goal. She was surely beautiful, with her sharp features, bright eyes, luscious lips, Her curvy body and her skin-tight suit that accentuated her slim waist and wide hips. Everything about her was almost perfectly designed to make Gambit crazy about her. It was almost unreal. But her attractiveness was increased tenfold by the fact that Gambit could never touch her. And all his desire had built up over their years of working together until now it seemed like he never wanted anyone else.
Rogue looked nervously at Gambit’s hardening crotch. She had never had any experience even close to this. She had no idea what to do, she just knew she wanted him to feel good. But with no clue how to make that happen, she hesitated with her hands mere millimeters away from him. She felt the heat of his body emanating as if it was concentrated in this one area.
“If ya don’ want to is alright,” Gambit had seen her freeze up, “don’ worry”
“That ain’t it, I’m sorry. I jus’ dunno what I’m doin, I ain’t neva done anything like this before.” Her bashful expression revealing her reluctance.
He thought for a moment, “How ‘bout dis, I’ll take the lead, an’ you jus’ gotta tell me what you like.” There was that grin again. He flipped them both over so that he was pinning Rogue down beneath him. “Sound good chère?” His voice a low growl, primal in it’s desire. The way he said “chère,” oh how it made her pull toward him like a magnet. It was so charming.
He was distractingly sexy from this point of view. His hair fell so perfectly, the muscles in his arms and body so defined, his face beyond handsome. And that sound in his voice, the rough whisper, oh it was just amazing. “Sounds perfect sugah.” They were close enough that all she had to do was whisper the words directly into his ear.
Gambit felt the breath of her words against his ear and it sent a shiver down his spine. He prepared himself and adjusted their positions, aligning himself to push his dick deep into her previously untouched pussy.
Rogue wasn’t at all sure what to expect when it came to sex, but the sensation of Gambit’s penis slowly and surely filling her and stretching her entrance. It hurt in a way. But at the same time it filled her with a satisfaction almost beyond description. As he fully thrust into her she released a gasp, the combination of pain and pleasure almost too much for her. He started moving in and out slowly and finding a rhythm in her breaths. As his speed increased so did her volume. The intensity of their passion grew with each thrust. Rogue grabbed and clawed at his back, tracing the muscles along his traps and delts, filling her hands with his hair. Her gasps entered his ears as music and fueled him. The feeling of her hands as they moved all across him charged his desire. There was no space for words in their cell, only for the gasps and moans of two people discovering pleasure in one another.
As Gambit came closer and closer to climax he pushed harder and faster into Rogue. Her eyes filled with tears from the intense stimulation through her entire body. Whatever spot he was hitting deep within her womb had her gasping for air through waves of disorienting pleasure. There was a rising sensation through her body as an orgasm beyond anything she had ever felt rocked her body and sent tingling through every limb. Her whole body vibrated as the fizzing waves of climax coursed through her. At the same time, Gambit felt the combination of the pleasure in her voice and the softness of her body and it pushed him over the edge. With a couple final thrusts to slow down and to ride the high of cumming, they both lay down briefly exhausted.
She realized with embarrassment that her voice had raised louder than she noticed, and as she had finished she had let out a long, loud moan that sounded straight out of a porno. She was breathing heavily like she had just finished a workout, when in reality they had only been at it for around 20 minutes.
They lay there on the ground for a few minutes, catching their breath and processing what had just happened. For Gambit, it was everything he had ever wanted and more than he could’ve ever imagined. But for Rogue, she couldn’t help but wonder if his quest to fuck her was because he loved her or simply for her body.
“Hey, Remy?” She kept her eyes on the ceiling.
”Mm? What is it chère?”
She was nervous to ask. What would she do if it had just been out of lust? What if she had given her first time, maybe her only time, to someone who hadn’t even loved her? The thought of that was almost unbearable, but she had to know. “Why me? Is it jus’ because of my— my body…”
”Whaduya mean mon belle dame?”
”Well this whole time… have you jus’ wanted me for my body and nothin’ more? Or was it more than that?” As she was asking she realized that they were both still extremely nude, both of them quite exposed and vulnerable. And for Rogue, she was being extremely emotionally vulnerable as well. She had had a hard time loving any boy knowing she could never give them everything they wanted. But she also had feelings for Gambit and his cheeky attitude. And now that she had given up her virginity to him, well it all seemed much more real.
“It was never just about your body Rogue,” He rolled over so that he could see her face. “Look at me.”
She obliged, turning her head so that their eyes met. His expression was serious in a way she hadn’t expected.
”I might be crazy, but i love you Anna Marie. I have for a long long time. An’ for a lot more than just your looks, no matter how incredible they are.”
The unexpected declaration of love was more than she had expected, and it was so sweet that she couldn’t help but smile. She had expected the worst like she always did but she had gotten more that she ever could’ve hoped for in that short couple sentences.
”I love you too Remy LeBeau”