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Faint hearts need not apply

Twilight Lament

"Rogue… like hurry up!"  A hand clamped around her wrist, and Rogue fought the urge to flinch, to pull away.  'It's okay,' she though 'Ah'm covered.'  Rogue forced a smile and jaunted down the hall to the main stairs with her friend and roommate.  Before they got down the stairs and to the parking lot, her smile was no longer forced.  

Four of Xavier's students crammed into the back of Jean Grey's SUV while she ducked into the drivers.  'One good thang 'bout mah mutation.  Ah always get ta ride shotgun.'  Rogue grinned as she slipped her backpack into the floor board at her feet, and hid a small grimace as 'Green Day' blarred over the speakers when Jean turned the key.  They weren't a bad band persay, but definitely not one of Rogue's favorites.

She watched the other students in the back jostle each other around with good natured jokes and growls, and again she suppressed a sigh.  'One day,' she reminded herself for the millionth and some odd time, 'One day.'

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A week later Rogue found herself on the battle field, glad for her mutation as she rounded a stack of crates, her developed sixth sense telling her someone was around the corner and it wasn't one of her friends….

…Only to be dead stopped when she

…..he

….met a pair of red eyes… the devil's eyes

…..green eyes…deep green eyes.

A moment passed between the two, unreadable and uncertain.  He leaned in and she followed his lead with an inward smirk. 'Boy is he in f'  a suprahse.'  Closer she leaned, pretending to be fully caught in whatever spell….

…that the girl was obviously trying to weave.  Sure she was easy on the eyes, but Gambit wasn't one to loose his head in the heat of battle. He handed her a card, his eyes locked to hers…

…so close that she could feel his breathe. She took the card assuming he didn't notice her other glove was off.  'Wha' a way ta get mah first kiss.' She thought.  No he….

…she obviously didn't notice as he began to charge the card. 'Gotcha. cher.'  He thought and stepped back with a lazy salute and bounded behind the crates.  He saw her throw the card away with a wide dismay and dive behind the cover of the boxes.  He was glad. Magento didn't want them hurt after all, just here.

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