A/N: So drabble three at last! Review replies coming soon.
Vengeance is Demitasse
Early morning training sessions were the bane of Gambit's life—especially when he found himself abruptly wide awake at five a.m., girlfriend standing over his bed, a dangerous glint in her eyes and an iron skillet swinging from her hand.
"Bonjour, ma chére," he said smoothly.
Rogue scowled. "I'm not sure whether to order beignets or to hit you with this."
She suddenly tossed the skillet at him. He caught it in his stomach with a pained oomph.
"Breakfast. On the double." She grinned. "Logan wants us in the Danger Room at six."
Mornings were the bane of Gambit's life.