First Touch

by CaptiveCatch

Summary:

Rouge finally get her hands on a bracelet Hank McCoy has been making to dampen her powers. With this new found touch her silver-tonged Cajun is who gets the pleasure.

Chapter 1: Early Morning

Notes:

Smut shows up at the last chapter if ya wanna skip all the plot

In the early morning light, the kitchen of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters buzzed with a cozy energy.

Remy Lebeau, known to most as Gambit, stood at the stove, flipping eggs and sizzling bacon with an easy grace that suggested he’d done this a hundred times before. He wore a hand-cut crop top and sweatpants, revealing the taut muscles of his arms as he worked.

The scent of breakfast filled the air, and the occasional giggle or cheerful remark from the young students seated at the large wooden table hinted at the camaraderie that was so intrinsic to their lives here.

One of the students, a young girl with black bat-like ears and an adorable snub nose, couldn’t be more than 12, looked over at Remy with her large, curious red eyes. She was a delightful mix of innocence and nascent power, a reminder of the many lives that the mansion had taken under its wing.

“Mr. Gambit, when will the other teachers be up?” she asked, her voice as sweet as the maple syrup she was pouring over her stack of pancakes.

Remy chuckled, his Cajun accent thick as molasses. “Give it a bit, mon petite. They need deir’ beauty sleep, non?” He glanced over at the clock on the wall and noticed the time was closer to midday than he’d thought.

The small girl nodded happily, shoving more pieces of pancake in her mouth with a fisted fork.

The students had early classes, so the teachers had a little more leeway in their schedules. He plated the food and brought it over to the table, setting it down in front of the eager recipients. Their eyes widened with delight, and their spoons clinked against the plates in their haste to dig in.

The kitchen door swung open once more, and in sauntered a more teenage student, tall and lanky, with a mop of unruly brown hair. His abnormal trait being the gills on the side of his neck stuffed inside a large dome of water on his head. Also decorated webbed hands perfect for his next choice of action.

He had the kind of look that said he’d rolled out of bed not five minutes ago, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes that belied his grogginess. He snatched a piece of crispy bacon directly from the pan with a cheeky grin. “Mornin’, Gambit. Smells like heaven in here,” he said, his teeth flashing white against his slightly stubbled jaw.

Remy rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “Mornin’, petit voleur.”

Soon the swinging white kitchen door was pushed open with a sense of a job to do. In walked Scott, the big man of the team so Gambit called him behind his back.

Cyclops took a seat at the table, his visor already in place, the red beam flickering to life as he adjusted it. His uniform is still sleek, a color of blue and yellow known as long as gambit has been a part of the team.

Jean Grey followed closely behind, her fiery hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, a gentle warmth emanating from her. Despite their serious demeanors, there was a softness in their eyes when they saw the students happily enjoying their meals.

Remy greeted them with a knowing smile. “Looks like you two are raring tah’ go.” He nodded towards their uniforms.

Jean’s gaze softened as she took in the scene. “Are the little ones ready for Danger Room training today?” she asked gently nodding to gambit. Her voice was like a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the seriousness of her question.

Remy’s smile grew smugly as he placed the last plate of food on the table. “They’re more than ready, ma chère. They’ve been waiting for dis since dawn.” He gestured to the plates of food disappearing before their eyes. “Gambit figured he’d give dem a proper send-off for their first day in da’ big danger room.”

Scott stood the chair echoing a screech, hands on his hips with a smile plastered on his face. “Alright kiddos! Finish up your meal and meet me and Mrs. Jean in the danger room in 15.”

He spoke in an order as he did with his adult teammates but more enthusiastic like a primary teacher, much calmer than the harsh stern attitude he had with his usual bunch.

Soon he turned to leave, a hand drifting to jeans waist on her black and green fitted costume, both luring out to prepare the practice training program.

The students’ eyes grew wide with excitement, and the chatter grew louder as they scarfed down their breakfast. The mention of the Danger Room, a state-of-the-art training facility, was enough to make even the most stoic of them squirm in their seats. It was a rite of passage, a chance to prove themselves and learn their limits in a controlled environment.

Remy watched them, his own memories of his first day in the Danger Room flitting through his mind. Storm had invited him to be a x-man, sometimes he doubted her choice but in this moment he knew it was the right decision.

He called out over the din, “Alright, mon petites, you’ve got fifteen minutes tah’ scarf down dat grub and get dressed. Don’t make Cyclops wait, or he’ll send Gambit to get ya, and nobody wants dat!”

The room erupted into giggles, and the students bolted from their seats, scattering like a flock of birds at the sound of a predator. The clatter of dishes and chairs was music to his ears as they disappeared upstairs, leaving the kitchen to fall into a comforting silence.

Remy sighed contentedly, leaning against the cold marble counter as he surveyed the mess before him. It wasn’t often he had the kitchen to himself anymore.

He’d missed the simpler times before he became an X-man, sitting in his own safe house kitchen wherever he was hired to be. Cooking his meals before leaving for his hired work and deserved pay, sometimes not coming back to the safety of it until weeks later.

But as he looked around the large, industrial space that had become his new kitchen, he couldn’t deny the warmth that filled him here. This was his home now, these kids were his family, and the thought of them in any kind of danger, even in a controlled environment like the Danger Room, had his stomach in knots.

He laughed his nerves off as he always had, picking up syrup stained plates and forks. Stacked in a pile he turned to the sink, prepared with warm soapy water half way up the metal walls.

He dropped the dishes in, small droplets soaking into his black cut shirt; the darker pools fading with exposure to air as he washed the dishes with a sponge.

The swinging door creaked open once more, and in slipped Anna Marie, known as Rogue. Her eyes searched the room, looking for any signs of others or trouble before landing on him. She was dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and gym shorts with dark leggings underneath, her gloved hands tucked into her pockets.

“Mornin, Suga,” she murmured sleepily, her Southern drawl a stark contrast to the chaos that had just left the room.

Remy’s gaze flickered over to her, a small smile playing on his lips. “Mornin’, chère. Did ya’ sleep well?”

Rogue nodded, her green eyes lighting up at the sight of the remaining breakfast. She slid into one of the empty seats, her eyes never leaving the food. “As good as ever, Ah’ guess. Did you make all this?” Her voice was syrupy, sleep still lingering on every word.

“Oui, chère. Figured with da’ étudiants early training session, they’d need ah’ good meal in der bellies before facing da’ Danger Room beasts,” he said with a wink and a smug smirk as his usual beat.

Rogue’s eyes grew wide, and she took a plate without asking, piling eggs and bacon onto it. “Good on ya, Suga. Did you manage to get any?”

Remy chuckled, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “Always save da’ best for last, non?” He grabbed a plate from the counter and placed it in front of her, filling it with food. “But ya’ up early today, non?”

Rogue shrugged, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. “Couldn’t sleep in. Too much on my mind.” She looked down to her food, pilling her fork and tapping it on the plate a few times.

Gambit’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the tension in her. He knew her well enough to know that she was holding something back. “Something ya wanna talk about?”

Rogue’s eyes shot up to meet his, and for a brief moment, she considered opening up. But the words remained lodged in her throat, unspoken. She simply shook her head and took a bite of her eggs. The taste of the perfectly seasoned food still steaming with heat seemed to soothe her a bit, and she let out a content smiled sigh.

Gambit knew better than to push, so he turned back to the sink, rinsing off the last of the dishes. He knew her history, the burden of her power that kept her from feeling a simple human touch without fear of stealing their life essence. It was a heavy weight to carry, one that made her touch-starved soul ache.

But today, something was different. Her eyes kept drifting to his bare arms, the muscles flexing with each movement. He felt her gaze like a warm caress, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

As the last plate was dried and put away, Remy turned to her. “Rogue, ya’ know you can talk to Gambit, non?” He stepped closer, his voice low and gentle. He tried to be reassuring, but comfort to gambit was something he didn’t know all too well.
Rogue took a deep breath, her eyes flickering over his chest before meeting his gaze.

“It’s just...the new bracelet Beast’s been workin’ on, ya’ know?” She spoke around a mouthful of food, her words muffled by the toast.

Gambit leaned against the counter, his curiosity piqued. “Da one dats supposed to let ya’ touch without...complications?” He raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his tone light despite the gravity of the topic.

Rouge nodded, setting down her fork with a clank. “Yeah. It’s supposed to be safer than the collar. Beast says it’s almost ready.” Her voice was hopeful, but it carried an underlying tremor of doubt.

Gambit’s heart squeezed at the sight of her, so desperate for something so simple. He knew the pain of isolation all too well. “Well, if Hank says it’s ready, den it’s ready. He’s da’ best, non?”

Rogue nodded, taking another bite of her food, but her eyes remained on his. She chewed slowly, the silence between them stretching like a tightrope. Finally, she spoke up. “Could...could you help me with it?”

Remy paused, the towel in his hand mid-wave. He knew what she was really asking. It was more than just testing a new piece of equipment; it was about trust, about connection. He’d felt the same yearning in her eyes before, but it had always been unspoken. Now, it hung in the air between them, as palpable as the heat from the stove.

He stepped closer, his movements deliberate. He knew her power could be unpredictable, but he also knew the ache she felt for a simple touch. He reached out, his hand hovering near hers, the air crackling with potential energy. “If it’s what ya’ want, chère, den of course. Gambit here for ya’.”

Rogue’s eyes searched his, looking for any sign of hesitation. When she found none, she gave a small nod with a faint smile on her pink lips. “Yeah, I’d...I’d like that. Thanks, Suga.”

Gambit returned her smile, but his stomach was a tangle of nerves. He’d been around Rogue long enough to know that touch meant the world to her.

With a deep breath, he turned back to the sink, rinsing off the last of the dishes. “Alright, chère. But first things first, Ah’ gotta’ finish cleanin’ up dis’ place. Don’t want Professor to catch dis in a mess, non?” His nerves stung, but his poker face stung better. He tried to push them down with his usual banter and comments.

The kitchen was silent except for the clank of metal against porcelain and the occasional dribble of water into the sink. Rogue watched him, her eyes never leaving his bare skin. The tension grew heavier by the second, thick like the humidity of the New Orleans air before a storm.

When the last dish was put away, Gambit turned to face her fully, wiping his hands on a towel. “Alright, chère, let’s go see what da’ good doctor has cooked up for ya’, shall we?”

Rogue nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the anticipation in every fiber of her being as she followed him out of the kitchen and down the hall. The mansion was eerily quiet, the only sounds being their footsteps echoing against the hardwood floor.

Chapter 2: The Bracelet

Notes:

Warning : ANGST :(

They reached Hank McCoy’s lab, the door slightly ajar. Gambit pushed it open to reveal Beast hunched over a workbench, surrounded by a clutter of mechanical parts and wires. He looked up at them, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement behind his thick spectacles.

“Ah, Gambit, Rogue. Perfect timing! I’ve just finished calibrating the new bracelet.” He held up a sleek, black device that looked like a cross between a piece of jewelry and a high-tech gadget.

Rogue’s eyes lit up, and she stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat. The bracelet was beautiful, but its true value lay in the promise it held: the promise of a gentle touch without fear of harm.

Beast looked at her, his furry face etched with a warm smile. “It’s all set, Rogue. It should dampen your powers enough to allow skin-to-skin contact without any...unfortunate side effects.”

Rogue took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She thought back to all the years she’d spent without human touch.

The countless moments she’d had to watch from afar as her friends embraced, their laughter and warmth a stark reminder of the barrier that separated her from them.

Her mind drifted to Cody, her first love, the one who’d never had the chance to experience her true touch. She couldn’t even remember the sensation of their first kiss, the memory buried beneath layers of regret and longing.

The thought of finally being able to touch someone, to feel the warmth of their skin against hers without the fear of taking everything away, was intoxicating.

And Gambit, with his easy smile and mischievous eyes, had become someone she trusted more than she’d ever allowed herself to trust anyone else. The idea of their first kiss, of feeling his heartbeat under her fingertips, was a tantalizing thought that made her palms tingle.

Hank carefully placed the bracelet on the counter, explaining the mechanism and the precautions she should take. Rogue nodded along, her eyes never leaving the device.

Gambit leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching her with a mix of concern and curiosity hidden behind a stern neutral expression.

Beast went on with his instructions, his voice steady and professional. "Now, Rogue, this bracelet can handle a bit of wear and tear, but remember, it's not indestructible. No wearing it in the shower, no swimming, and definitely no fights. Understood?"

Rogue nodded, her eyes never leaving the gleaming black band. "Yeah, Suga. I got it. No water, no fights, only a few hours at a time."

Hank nodded in approval, his furry brows knitting together. "Good. Now, remember, if you start to feel any discomfort or if something seems off, you remove it immediately. Understood?"

"Yes, yes," Rogue said impatiently, her eyes shining with excitement and fear. She reached out a gloved hand and took the bracelet, feeling its weight and coolness against her palm.

Gambit stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "Chère, if ya' need me t' hold ya' hand, I'm right here." His voice was low and reassuring, but his heart hammered in his chest. He knew this was a big moment for her, and he wanted to be there for her in any way he could.

Rogue gave him a small smile, slipping the beaded bracelet over her wrist and clicking it into place. It fit snugly, almost like a second skin. She took a deep breath and looked down at her now bare hand, her glove lying forgotten on the counter. The room was silent, the only sound was the rapid beating of their hearts.

“Ready?” Gambit asked, his voice a soft murmur that seemed to echo in the sterile lab. His own fear reaching his head, shaking his bones, and making his muscles feel like jelly.

Rogue nodded, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. The bracelet was a symbol of hope, but also a stark reminder of the risks she’d faced, the hearts she’d had to push away, and the fear that had been her constant companion.

Gambit’s thoughts raced as he contemplated the gravity of this moment. He’d been a player, a charmer, swearing to love many but never truly committing. Yet here he was, standing before Rogue, ready to face whatever came next.

The memory of Belladonna washed over him, a bittersweet reminder of his own inadequacies. He’d left her heartbroken, a victim of his own fear of vulnerability and many after.

He hadn’t been ready to let anyone in, to trust someone with his deepest secrets. Commitment was never an idea he had in mind when it came to love, something taught from a young age in the guild.

But here he was, with Rogue, who had her own walls, her own fears, and she was willing to risk everything for a simple touch. The gravity of the moment wasn’t lost on him. He felt the weight of his own fears, his own past, pressing down on him like a heavy blanket.

Contemplating running away, never seeing her again and breaking this off before it started to keep himself safe. Or take the risk and let this moment be theirs and truly let her in.

Gambit’s heart raced as he reached out, his hand hovering just above her bare skin.

Rogue’s eyes fluttered open, meeting him, and she took a shaky breath. With a nod, she reached up and took his hand, her cared for fingertips brushing against his wrist. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through both of them.

Her skin was warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cool metal of the bracelet. Gambit felt his heart pound in his chest, the warmth of her touch spreading through him like wildfire. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of pain or distress.

He swallowed hard, his nerves momentarily forgotten as he felt the warmth of her hand in his. It was a gentle touch, the kind that spoke of a connection deeper than any he’d felt before. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and she returned the pressure, a silent promise of support.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

Rogue’s eyes searched his, the intensity in them making his heart race. “It feels...like something I’ve longed for my whole life,” she replied, her voice shaky.

The air grew thick with anticipation, the moment hanging in the balance like a coin flipping through the air. Gambit’s hand was a comforting weight on hers, a silent promise that he wasn’t going anywhere. He felt the warmth of her touch seep into him, filling the cold, lonely spaces that had been there for so long.

Rogue’s thoughts swirled like a tornado inside her mind. She’d dreamt of this, the sweet simplicity of holding someone’s hand, feeling the pulse of life beneath the skin, for as long as she could remember. Yet here she was, her heart pounding in her chest, her palms damp with nerves.

The warmth of Gambit’s hand was like a beacon of light in the darkest corner of her soul. She felt a tear threaten to spill over her lashes but blinked it back.

“Rogue?” He asked, his eyes searching hers with a hint of concern.

Her eyes were glazed with unshed tears, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s...it’s okay, Remy. It’s just...it’s so much to take in, ya’ know?”

Remy nodded, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. He knew the feeling all too well, the overwhelming rush of emotion that came with breaking free from a self-imposed prison. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek.

“I know, chère,” he murmured. “But we’re in dis’ together, remember?”

With a sniffle, Rogue nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Without warning, she leaned in, her single gloved hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Gambit’s eyes went wide for a split second before she closed the distance between them, her lips pressing softly against his.

It was a gentle kiss, tentative and filled with the hope of a thousand unspoken words. His heart stuttered in his chest, and for a moment, he was too stunned to react. But then, his instincts kicked in, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

Beast smiled warmly at the scene before him, happy to be the maker of the outcome. He prepped to leave the couple in their moment, making his way silently out of the lab.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Rogue and Gambit in the quiet embrace of the room. The tension of the moment dissipated like steam, leaving only the comfort of their shared touch.

She broke the kiss with a hot tear running down her cheek.

"Chère, ya' okay?" Gambit asked with concern and a smile unable to be smeared away, his thumb brushing away the wetness.

Rogue nodded, her eyes shimmering. "I...I just didn't think it'd feel like that," she murmured.

Gambit's chuckle was soft and comforting, his hand still cradling her cheek. "What, ya' didn't think a kiss from Gambit could knock ya' off your feet?"

Rogue couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and airy. "More like it's been so long, I'd forgotten how to stand on my own two."

Gambit's smile grew as he leaned in closer, his heart racing as if he'd just run the gauntlet. "Ah, but ya' always had Gambit t' lean on, non?"

Rogue chuckled, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "Maybe it's time we celebrate, yeah?"

Gambit's grin grew. "A date, chère? To do all da' things we haven't been able to do?"

Rogue nodded, her eyes brightening. "Yeah, a real date. Just the two of us, without the fear of... you know."

Gambit felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling that was both foreign and familiar. He'd been playing the flirt for so long, but this, this was different. This was real.

"Where to, then?" he asked, his thumb still caressing her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers.

Rogue thought for a moment, her heart racing with the excitement of possibilities. "How about the gardens? It's peaceful there, and we can be...alone."

Gambit's eyes lit up at the suggestion, oblivious to the underlying current of desire in her voice. "The gardens, oui. It's been too long since Ah've had da' chance to show ya' around."

He led the way, their fingers entwined, the warmth of her skin seeping into their bones. The biggest, happiest, goofiest smile spread and stayed on Rouge's face. Unable to hide her happiness even if he stapled her mouth in a frown.

Gambit noticed the change in her, the way she leaned into his touch, the way she held his hand like it was a lifeline. His chest swelled with pride and something else, something he wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge.

Chapter 3: Skin to Skin Contact

Notes:

YOUR SMUT IS FINALLY HERE

They reached the gardens, the early morning dew glinting off the leaves like diamonds in the soft light. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, a sweet aroma that seemed to wrap around them like a warm embrace.

Gambit felt the tension in the air shift, the atmosphere grew heavier with unspoken desires and yearned for moments. He led her down a cobblestone path, lined with roses that seemed to whisper secrets with every step. Rogue’s hand in his was the only guide he needed, her pulse a map to the hidden depths of her soul.

They reached a small clearing, surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers. The sun had just begun to crest over the horizon, casting a soft glow that painted her in a warm, golden light. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that was as potent as it was innocent.

"Remy, I want to... I want to try more," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement and a touch of nerves.

Gambit looked down at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. "Chère, if ya' sure about dis'..."

Rogue nodded, her hand still trembling in his. "Yeah, I'm sure. I... I just want to know if it's safe, if we can..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Gambit's heart skipped a beat, understanding her unspoken words. He knew this was a significant step for her, one that could either heal old wounds or open new ones. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, he leaned in closer. "We'll go slow, chère. We'll do whatever makes ya' feel comfortable."

Rogue took a deep breath, the anticipation making her knees wobble. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Okay, let's do this."

Gambit's heart was racing like he was in the middle of a card game with the stakes at an all-time high. He knew the bracelet was supposed to protect him, but the risk was still there. Yet, the thought of being able to touch her, to feel her without the fear of causing harm was too tempting to resist.

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers, looking for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he saw was a reflection of the desire burning in his own soul. With a soft sigh, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was gentle, yet filled with the intensity of a thousand storms.

Rogue’s eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him, her hand sliding up to wrap around his neck. The bracelet felt warm against her skin, a gentle pulse of reassurance that allowed her to let go of her fears.

Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation as Gambit’s kiss grew more insistent, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before slipping inside to tangle with hers. She felt a jolt of desire shoot straight to her core, her body responding with an ache she hadn’t felt in what felt like an eternity.

Rogue’s hand slid down to grip his shoulder, her body leaning into him as if she could absorb his warmth, his very essence. His scent surrounded her, a mix of sweat and the faint hint of Cajun spices that always lingered on him. It was intoxicating.

Her heart thudded in her chest, echoing the rhythm of his own heartbeat. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, as their tongues danced together in a silent symphony of passion. Rogue felt something stirring inside her, a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her hand slid down his muscled back, her fingertips grazing the warm, bare skin beneath his shirt. His touch was like a brand, searing away the layers of fear and doubt that had coated her heart for so long. She felt her body come alive, a spark igniting in her core that spread out like wildfire.

Rogue’s breath hitched as a shiver of pleasure rippled through her. Her legs grew weak, and she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She could feel her panties growing damp, the fabric clinging to her as the heat between her legs grew more intense.

Gambit’s hands slid down her back, resting just above the swell of her hips. The sensation of his skin on hers was like a drug, setting her nerve endings alight. She could feel her body responding, her core growing slick with need.

But as the kiss deepened, Rogue’s mind began to spiral with doubt. What if this was too much? What if she lost control, and hurt him despite the bracelet’s protection?

Pulling back slightly, she looked up at Gambit with a hint of fear in her eyes. "Remy, I...I just need a second," she whispered, her breathing ragged.

Gambit's eyes searched hers, his own desire momentarily clouded by concern. "Chère, what's wrong?"

Rogue took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes searching for his. "It's just...I'm scared, Remy. Sex...it's something I've never been able to do. What if the bracelet fails, or I get too excited and...?" Her voice trailed off, the fear palpable in the air around them.

Gambit's expression softened, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "Chère, we don't have to go any further if ya' don't want to. This is all about trust, and if ya' need more time..."

Rogue's eyes searched his, the fear slowly receding as she felt the steady beat of his heart. "No," she said firmly, "I want this. I just need...I need you to be sure."

Gambit's expression grew solemn as he nodded. "Ah'm sure, chère. If it's what ya' truly want, then let's take this risk together." His voice was low, the Cajun lilt thick with emotion.

They moved back to the bench, their eyes never leaving each other’s. Rogue felt the butterflies in her stomach swarm like a hurricane. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Gambit leaned in closer, his hand sliding into her hair, cradling her head as he kissed her again. His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue stroking hers with a passion that set her body ablaze. Rogue’s hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her touch.

The world around them faded away until all that existed was the two of them, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate. Rogue felt like she could drown in the sensation, in the warmth and safety of Gambit’s embrace.

But the fear of discovery lurked at the edges of her mind, a specter that threatened to shatter their moment. The gardens weren’t exactly a secret spot, and the last thing she wanted was for someone to stumble upon them.

Reluctantly, she broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she searched his eyes. "We can't...not here, Remy. What if someone sees us?"

Gambit chuckled lowly, his hand still resting on the small of her back. "Chère, if anyone does, let's just say Ah've got a way with words." His voice was thick with desire, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Rogue couldn’t help but smirk at his confidence, but the thought of being caught was too much. "Remy, we can't risk it. Let's find someplace more... private."

Gambit's gaze flicked to the side, and his eyes lit up as he spotted a small, quaint garden shed nestled among the foliage. "Ah've got just the place," he murmured against her lips before pulling away and leading her towards the hidden spot.

The shed was unlocked, and it was clear that it hadn’t been used in quite some time. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the faint smell of earth and mulch filled the air. But to Rogue, it was the perfect sanctuary, a place where she could finally explore the intimate side of herself without fear.

Gambit stepped inside, pulling her in with him. He closed the door gently, sealing them away from the rest of the world.

Giggling and pulling at one another’s bodies, feeling like young teens sneaking off in the middle of the night.

The dim light filtered in through the small windows, casting a soft glow across the dusty floorboards.

Gambit's hand slid to her waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles that sent shivers down her spine. "Here, let me get dis' right," he murmured, his voice thick with need. He reached around her to lightly push up at her shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was unwrapping a precious gift.

Rogue felt her cheeks heat up as he revealed her black lace bra, the material doing little to conceal the generous swells of her breasts. She watched his eyes darken as they took in the sight, the heat of his gaze making her feel exposed and powerful all at once.

With a playful smirk, she leaned in and whispered, "You like what you see, Cajun?" There was a hint of challenge in her voice, a newfound confidence that came from being able to tease and flirt without fear of causing harm.

Gambit’s eyes snapped up to hers, and his smoldering gaze sent a thrill through her. "Chère, ya' have no idea," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her knees weak. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he leaned in to claim her mouth once more.

Rogue felt a thrill of power as she realized that despite his reputation, Gambit enjoyed the way she took charge. The tightness of his sweatpants making it very clear. It was a heady feeling, one that made her want to explore every inch of him, to see what other reactions she could elicit.

Her hands slid down to the waistband, her fingers slipping under the material to trace the muscled lines of his abs. Gambit’s breath hitched, and she felt his erection grow against her thigh. A smug smile played on her lips as she realized she had him exactly where she wanted him.

Rogue’s confidence grew with every touch, every gasp she pulled from him. Despite his history, she knew he was letting her lead this dance. It was a thrilling sensation, one she hadn’t felt before. She felt powerful, like she could conquer the world with him at her side.

His words, a gentle stream of Cajun-laced mumbles, painted a picture of passion and need that had her skin prickling with excitement. “Chère, ya’ got me all riled up like a hurricane in a teacup, ya know that?” He chuckled, his voice a gruff rumble that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

Rogue’s own breath grew shallow as she felt his hands slide down her body, exploring every curve and dip with a reverence that made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world. Gambit’s touch was like a balm to her soul, soothing the jagged edges that had been left by years of isolation.

He kissed along her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin just enough to make her gasp. His mouth moved lower, tracing the line of her collarbone before descending to the swells of her breasts. Still concealed by the old black bra, maybe a size too small for her.

Rogue felt a thrill of excitement as his hands reached for the clasp, his voice a low murmur of sweet nothings in her ear. "Chère, ya' are so beautiful." His words were a warm caress, a gentle wind that seemed to make the very air around them shiver with anticipation.

Gambit’s mouth moved to her chest, kissing the fabric of her bra before his nimble fingers unhooked it. The cool air hit her skin, and she felt her nipples tighten in response. His kisses grew more insistent, moving to the bare skin of her collarbone and then to the sensitive peak of her breast. The sensation was overwhelming, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.

“Remy, oh Remy,” she moaned, her head falling back as she arched into his touch. He chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. “Ah love it when ya’ say mah name like that, chère.”

His words were a siren’s song, each syllable a caress that made her want to melt into him. She could feel his heart racing under her fingertips, his breathing growing ragged. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had this effect on him.

With a decisive movement, Rogue slipped Gambit’s cropped shirt up and over his head, revealing the tapestry of muscles and old healed wounds that adorned his torso.

"Chère, ya' ain't seen nothin' yet," Gambit quipped, his voice thick with desire as he watched her eyes trace the contours of his body. His accent grew thicker with every passing moment, his Cajun roots woven into every word like a siren’s call.

Rogue’s smirk grew as she reached for the strings attached to his sweatpants, giving them a gentle tug. "Is that a promise or a warning?" she teased, her eyes never leaving his.

Gambit's laugh was low and full of mischief. "A little of both, perhaps." He watched as she toyed with the strings, her fingers playing a delicate dance around the waistband. His heart thundered in his chest, his body tightening with anticipation.

Rogue's eyes never left his as she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of his sweatpants, pulling him closer with a gentle tug. She felt a thrill of power as his eyes darkened with desire, his breathing growing more ragged. The strings of his sweatpants slipped through her fingers, loosening them just enough to reveal the top of his boxers.

With a playful smirk, she leaned in, her breath ghosting over the bare skin of his chest. "I've been waiting for this moment, Cajun," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Gambit's eyes smoldered with lust, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Her eyes never left his as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging gently on the strings that held them in place. Gambit's breath hitched, his body responding to her touch. "Chère," he murmured, his voice a gruff rumble that sent a thrill through her. "Ya' got me all tangled up in your web."

Rogue's smirk grew more playful as she began to peel the sweatpants down his hips, revealing the tight, dark red wine boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. His erection was obvious, straining against the fabric. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her, her eyes devouring the lean muscles of his legs, the sharp angles of his hips.

Gambit watched her, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath he took. The anticipation was a living entity between them, a palpable force that made his skin tingle.

Rogue took a step back up, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own shorts, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that made Gambit’s knees threaten to buckle. With a slow, deliberate movement, she began to peel them down, revealing the see-through leggings that clung to every inch of her toned legs.

Gambit’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as the fabric slithered down her thighs. Her matching black panties left little to the imagination, the sheer material showcasing the damp fabric that clung to her sex. Rogue stepped out of the shorts, leaving them in a discarded pile on the floor.

Her gaze never left his, a silent challenge in her eyes. "Do you like what you see, Dark-Eyes?" she asked, her voice a smoky whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a second skin.

Gambit's eyes widened slightly, his breath hitching as he took in her brazen display. He nodded, his voice thick with lust. "Oh, chère, ya' have no idea."

Rogue's smile grew predatory, her eyes flashing with a mischievous glint. "Good," she murmured, taking a step closer. "Cause I'm just getting started." She reached out, her fingertips tracing the waistband of his boxer briefs. Gambit's hips jerked involuntarily, his cock straining against the fabric.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent the briefs flying, revealing his fully erect cock. He was thick and long, a testament to his desire for her. Rogue stepped back, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Now, let's see if you can handle what I've got in store for you," she purred, her voice dropping an octave.

She’s been hoping for a moment like this her whole life, the years of just fantasy, romance books, and the occasional porn site was over. This was real and better than she ever could have imagined.

Rogue stepped back, eyeing Gambit's naked body with a newfound sense of power. He looked up at her with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, his eyes darting to the bracelet on her wrist. She took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of being in control, a feeling she hadn't had in the intimate moments of her life.

"On your knees, Cajun," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. He complied, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he sank down, his cock bobbing slightly as he went. Rogue felt a thrill run through her as she saw the look of admiration in his eyes.

Gambit’s expression was a mix of excitement and challenge, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew she was new to this, but he also knew she had a wild side that was just waiting to be unleashed. "As ya' wish, ma chère," he drawled, his voice dripping with a playful arrogance.

Rogue stepped closer, her hands sliding down her legs to the waistband of her leggings. She took a deep breath and pushed them down, the fabric catching briefly on her hips before pooling around her ankles. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, a heady aroma that made Gambit’s mouth water.

"Now, these," she said, pointing to the black panties that barely concealed her sex. "Take them off with your teeth." The challenge in her voice was clear, and Gambit’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He leaned in, his hands braced on her thick muscled thighs as he kissed the black fabric, his tongue darting out to taste her through the thin barrier. Her hand pressed tightly into his messy still bed ridden hair.

Rogue's eyes fluttered closed as he nibbled and tugged, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh as he worked her underwear down. His stubble tickled her inner thighs, sending shivers up her spine.

Gambit’s eyes never left hers as he pulled the last of the fabric away with his teeth, revealing the wetness that had soaked through. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with hunger, and she felt a thrill of power as she realized she was the one in control.

"Now, Cajun," she murmured, her voice taking on a commanding tone that made his cock twitch. "Eat me like you've never tasted anything so sweet in your life."

Gambit's eyes lit up with excitement and he leaned in, his tongue sliding over her folds with a gentle urgency that made Rogue's knees buckle. She gripped the edge of the old wooden shelf behind her for support, her nails digging into the rough wood.

“Oh, Gambit, yes, right there,” she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper that filled the small space. His mouth was a masterpiece, working her clit with his thumb, with expert strokes that had her hips rolling in time with his movements.

The shed, once filled with the scent of earth and mulch, was now thick with the aroma of arousal, a sweet and intoxicating blend that made it difficult to think. Rogue felt herself spiraling, her body tightening around the pleasure that built deep within her.

Gambit's mouth was a thing of beauty, his tongue moving with a precision that left her trembling. Her juices and taste dripping down his stubbled chin. His eyes never left hers, watching her every reaction, feeding off her gasps and whimpers like a man starved. He was her willing servant in this moment, and she reveled in the power she held.

Rogue leaned back further, her hands tightening in his hair as she held him in place. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice strained with need. "Right there, yes!"

Gambit groaned, the vibration of his mouth against her sensitive flesh sending her over the edge. She felt the warmth spread through her, her legs trembling as her first orgasm with skin-to-skin contact washed over her. Her eyes snapped open, and she watched him, his eyes dark with lust as he continued to pleasure her.

With a muffled whine, he reached down and began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving hers but occasionally glinting back in his head to the pleasure of friction. Rogue felt a fresh wave of arousal at the sight of him touching himself while he brought her to climax. The sound of his hand moving over his shaft filled the small shed, mingling with her cries of pleasure.

Her hips began to buck wildly as the pleasure grew, her body writhing under his expert touch. Gambit's hand moved faster and do did his tongue, his own desire spiking as he watched her come apart.

The first orgasm washed over her like a wave, making her cry out, her legs threatening to give way. Her juices slipped down his chin, painting a sultry picture of pleasure that had his cock twitching with need. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that was both primal and gentle.

Rogue clung to the shelf behind her, her knuckles white as the intensity of her climax began to fade. Gambit’s mouth remained on her, kissing and licking her sensitive flesh tenderly, savoring every drop. She felt herself slowly come back to earth, her breathing ragged and her heart pounding in her chest.

"Mercy," she whispered, her legs wobbly as she stepped out of the puddle of leggings and panties at her ankles. Gambit chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He leaned in, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of their shared passion that had her knees buckling. She felt the roughness of his stubble against her cheek as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Rogue took a moment to catch her breath, her heart still racing from the intensity of her climax. Gambit's weight on the shelf was surprisingly steady, his muscles flexing as he held himself above her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more of his touch.

Gambit whispered sweet, caring things into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Ya' okay, chère?" he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate within her. "Ya' taste so sweet, so beautiful."

Rogue nodded, her eyes still closed as she savored the feel of his lips against her neck. "I've... I've never felt like this before," she admitted, her voice shaky from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Gambit's mouth moved to her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before he whispered, "Ah know, chère. And Ah'm gonna make sure ya' feel it again and again." His words were a promise, a vow that sent a thrill through her.

His hands moved to her hips, his thumbs brushing over her hipbones as he held her steady. Rogue felt herself growing wetter with every whispered word, her body begging for more. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his gaze filled with a fiery passion that made her pulse race.

With a gentle nudge, Gambit lifted her onto the shelf, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He positioned himself, his cock nudging at her entrance. "Ready, ma belle?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

Rogue nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Gambit pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled. She gasped as he sank deeper, her walls stretching around him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Easy, chère," Gambit whispered, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to echo through her very soul. He kissed her softly, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips. Rogue felt a warmth spread through her, a comfort that chased away the fear.

He pushed in further, her muscles tightening around him, holding him in a grip that was both fierce and welcoming. "Gambit," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the pressure build. He paused, allowing her to adjust, his chest heaving with restrained passion.

"Look at me, Rogue," he said, his voice a low, guttural growl. She opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. "Tell me ya' want me to go on," he demanded, his need clear in his eyes.

Rogue nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she whispered, "Yes, Remy, please."

Gambit's response was a low, needy groan as he began to move, his hips rocking into hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head. Each stroke brought a new wave of pleasure, each sensation more intense than the last.

But beneath the surface of his confident demeanor, Gambit was a whirlwind of nerves and sensitivity. He’d always hidden it well, but with Rogue, he felt a vulnerability that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He’d never been this bare with anyone, never allowed someone to see him like this.

As they stood in the shed, their bodies intertwined, he couldn’t help the little whine that slipped out when she tightened her grip on him. It was a sound he’d never made before, a sound of pleasure and need that seemed to echo in the small space. Rogue’s eyes widened slightly, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down his spine.

Gambit’s hips stuttered, his rhythm thrown off by the unexpected sound. But as she whispered in his ear, her words were like a balm to his nerves, soothing him, calming the storm that raged within. He picked up the pace, his strokes growing faster and deeper, his body moving with a desperation that surprised even him.

Rogue could feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his muscles quivered under her fingertips. She knew he was holding back, trying to be gentle. But she didn’t want gentle, not now. She wanted all of him, raw and unbridled. "Harder, Remy," she urged, her voice a needy whine that matched the one escaping from his throat.

His eyes snapped to hers, a flicker of surprise before his expression melted into one of determination. He pushed into her deeper, his hips slamming against hers with a force that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. "Is that what ya' want, chère?" he asked, his voice strained.

Rogue nodded, her breath coming in pants. "Yes," she moaned, her nails raking down his back. "I want all of you, Remy. Don't hold back."

The words seemed to break something within Gambit. He let out a low, desperate whine that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being. His hips slammed into her with renewed vigor, his cock filling her completely with every thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the shed, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo off the walls.

Rogue watched him, her eyes wide with amazement. She'd never seen this side of him before, never knew he had it in him to be so...vulnerable. It made her love him even more, this man who was so strong and yet could be so tender, so open with her. "Ya're so good, Remy," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Don't ever stop, please."

Gambit's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he saw was want, a hunger that matched his own. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his thrusts growing more forceful. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to the restrain inside of him.

With every stroke, Rogue felt herself inch closer to the edge. Her walls tightened around him, her muscles flexing with each thrust. "Ah, Gambit," she moaned, her head thrown back.

The sound of their passion grew louder, the old shed creaking and groaning with every impact of their bodies. The dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that pierced through the gaps in the wooden planks, creating a sensual haze around them.

Rogue's eyes fluttered shut again as she felt the pressure building, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Gambit's hips pounded into her, his movements relentless and unyielding. She could feel his muscles tensing, his cock growing thicker and harder with every thrust.

Suddenly, she was there, her body arching as the orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls of the shed. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing blood, but he didn't seem to notice, his own orgasm close on the heels of hers.

Gambit’s eyes never left hers as he felt her climax, the pleasure reflected in her eyes like a mirror to his soul. He thrust into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he reached his peak, filling her with his seed. He let out a low, guttural moan, his body shaking with the force of his release.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies joined, their hearts racing in sync. Then, with a gentle sigh, he withdrew, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound that seemed to hang in the air. Rogue's legs dropped from around his waist, but she kept her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go just yet.

Gambit leaned his forehead against hers, his breath hot and ragged on her skin. They stayed that way for a few moments, just breathing, just feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. Then, with a soft chuckle, he pulled back and picked up his shirt, using it to clean her first, then himself. The fabric was rough against her sensitive flesh, but the tenderness in his touch made it feel like a caress.

"Ya' alright, chère?" he asked, his voice still thick with passion. Rogue nodded, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Better than alright," she murmured. "Ya' know how to take care of a girl."

Gambit chuckled, his hands moving to her thighs. He began to massage them gently, his thumbs pressing into the taut muscles that still quivered from their lovemaking. Rogue's legs were like jelly, but she didn't want him to stop. She leaned into his touch, her eyes drifting closed as he worked the tension from her body.

He leaned in to kiss her, his mouth finding hers with a gentle urgency that made her toes curl. His hands moved to her ass, cupping her firm cheeks as he lifted her off the shelf. He stepped back, his sweatpants still sprawled on the floor. "Looks like we both need to get dressed," he murmured against her lips.

Gambit pulled his sweatpants back up on him, the fabric sticking to his thighs briefly before sliding into place. The boxers he'd been wearing were a lost cause, discarded in a wet heap next to his shirt. He didn't seem to care, though. He usually went around without boxers when he was lazy or for bed.

Rogue watched him, her eyes lingering on the scars that crisscrossed his body. Some were faint, like whispers of past battles, while others stood out starkly against his tanned skin, reminders of fights he'd barely survived. He was beautiful, she thought, in a way that had nothing to do with his looks and everything to do with the strength and resilience she saw in those scars.

With trembling fingers, she picked up her own clothes, sliding her leggings back up her legs. Gambit stepped closer, his hands gentle as he helped her, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "You're so beautiful, Rogue," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Rogue blushed, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. She'd never been one to take compliments well, especially not about her body. But coming from Gambit, it felt different. It felt right. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped back, giving her space to dress, his own eyes lingering on her curves with a hunger that was almost tangible. As she pulled her shirt over her head, she caught him staring. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of power she'd never known before.

The sun was higher in the sky now, casting a warm glow through the small windows of the shed. The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the garden outside. Rogue felt alive in a way she hadn't in a long time.

They stepped out into the light, their clothes back in place but their hearts forever intertwined. Gambit reached for her hand, and she took it without hesitation, feeling the warmth and roughness of his skin against hers. They walked in silence, their eyes meeting every so often, the connection between them stronger than ever.

As they stumbled back to the mansion, the early morning dew clinging to the grass beneath their shoes, Rogue couldn’t help but feel a sense of euphoria. She had never been so touched, so seen, and so desired. The bracelet had changed everything, allowing her to finally feel the warmth of human contact without fear.

They made their way back to Gambit’s room, their intertwined hands swinging between them like a pendulum of passion.

Her shower was hot and steamy, the water cascading over her bodies as she washed away the sweat and grime of their earlier activities. The tension from their encounter still lingered in the air, but it was a comfortable, intimate tension that neither of them was eager to break.

She looked around at his collection of hair products and body products, complimenting or denying scent choices in her head with an outer smile.

Rogue stepped out first, wrapping herself in one of Gambit’s large, soft towels. She felt the warm fabric against her skin, the scent of his cologne enveloping her. The Cajun cracked the door open.

He handed her a fresh set of his clothes, a pair of boxers and a shirt that she knew would swamp her frame but felt heavenly against her bare skin. She slipped them on with a contented sigh, feeling a sense of belonging she hadn't felt in a long time. The boxers hung low on her hips, the shirt coming down to her mid-thigh. Gambit chuckled at the sight, his eyes lingering on her exposed legs.

Once dressed, she stepped aside so he could shower, picking up a hair dryer he had laid out. She assumed he used it for his long hair he kept tied up in a ponytail.

She was watching as the water washed over his sculpted chest and abs through the frosted shower door. She felt a thrill of desire, her body already craving his touch once again.

After Gambit finished, he stepped out, his skin glistening and a towel slung low around his hips.

He grabbed another set of clothes from his drawer, a pair of black sweatpants and a red T-shirt that clung to his wet skin. As he dressed, he watched Rogue with a soft smile, her eyes lingering on his body as he moved. He knew she liked what she saw, and the thought made his chest swell with pride.

Once they were both dressed, Gambit pulled Rogue into his arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace. She melted into him, her cheek pressing against his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. The warmth of his body seeped into her, chasing away the last of the chill from the cool morning air.

They settled onto his bed, the sheets still rumpled from his morning sleep. Rogue snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest as she traced lazy circles on his clothed chest with her fingertips. Gambit's arms were a steel band around her, holding her as if he never wanted to let go.

The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of their breathing and the occasional purr of contentment from one of his cats, Lucifer or Figaro, who had decided to join them. Oliver was still content and curled on their shared cat tree in the corner of the room. Rogue felt the warmth of Gambit’s body seep into her bones, his gentle strokes along her back and arms a sweet lullaby.

Their bodies, now clean and sated, fit together like two puzzle pieces, perfectly aligned and at peace. Gambit’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the beat of his heart a comforting metronome to the symphony of emotions playing in her own chest. Rogue’s eyes grew heavier with each breath she took, her mind slowly letting go of the day’s excitement and tension.

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