NOTE: I did not write this. The author's address is below. Mail sent
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Subject: XXX-Men #2 (Rogue & Gambit)
The following is a sexually oriented story featuring characters
trademarked and copyrighted to Marvel Entertainment Group, and
used without authorization. This material may be considered
offensive by some (so be warned) and innapropriate for minors (so
please don't read it if you are one).
This is the second in a series of such stories feturing
characters from the X-Books. The following story stars Rogue and
Gambit, and the next in line will feature Amanda Sefton and
Nightcrawler. (I know, when I sent out the first story, I
announced that Amanda and Kurt would be next. They've been
pushed back by one.) In designing these stories, my intent is to
do a different type of sex story, and mate it (pardon the pun)
with creative fanfic. I told myself that if I was to write sex
stories, they would be a lot less trashy than the average
outragious fantsies submitted to adult magazines. They wouldn't
be just a hot and sweaty, meaningless night between two
strangers, but the next evolutionary step in a relationship. I
chose to use X-Books characters so that I may depict a part of
their lives that we readers never get to see. Thus, creating
something different and otherwise unexplored. I would be
delighted to receive any comment, critisism, or prostrating rave
you may deem fit to send my way. =)
If you found this posted on alt.comics.fan-fiction or alt.sex.
stories, it was posted (at my request) by someone other than
myself. Please send all response to me, and not to Steph or Dave
(my gracious posters). Also, I rarely read either of these
newsgroups, so I will probably miss any posted response. I can
be reached at...
Internet: phoenix@magellan.cloudnet.com
I chose to do this story strictly from Rogue's point of view for
a very specific reason. Just as I depicted only Archangel's
point of view in the first story, for the reason of emphasizing
Psylocke's mystery. No one knows what's going on inside her
head, not even me, as her writer! The reason for this exclusive
P.O.V. will become obvious at the end of the story. I won't give
it away, but suffice to say that nothing is as it seems!
I have included guides to typestyle modification for printing,
should such a thing be available to you. Words enclosed in "_"
are to be underlined (ex: _word_), enclosed in "*" are italics
(ex: *word*), enclosed in "<" and ">" are bold italics (ex:
<word>). I have thoughts in italics, and telepathic
communication in bold italics.
Oh, one last thing before I finish up this intro; there is an
author's note that follows the story, explaining the story's
place in X-Books continuity, as well as something of a
bibliography.
Enjoy...
"Elle Reve de la Touche de Son Amour"
XXX-Men #2 (Rogue & Gambit)
By: Benjamin Wick
There was a knock at the door. Rogue glanced upward and
her stomach turned summersaults, she was so damned nervous. She
faltered a bit longer, daintily biting her lower lip. A sweat
had broken out on her brow. She began to get up, but her rear
had only just left the bed when she suddenly sat back down.
There was another knock at the door, followed by "Chere?"
"Ah... ah'm here Remy," she managed to say, "The door's
open," she forced herself to stand on her rubber legs. She was
_going_ to do this! The door swung open and there stood Remy
LeBeau, silhouetted by the comparitively bright light in the
hallway to the dim lamplight in her room. He was _so_ handsome,
a tall man of about 6'2" with a muscular, athletic build. He had
long brown hair that hung over his rugged, sharply featured face.
His eyes were black and red, and he had that irresistable
unshaven look. He was wearing a skintight white tank top and
faded blue jeans.
"You wanted to see Gambit?" he asked, his voice was deep
and smooth, with a Cajun accent.
"Yea..." Rogue squeaked and cursed herself inwardly,
clearing her throat quietly, "Yes. Please, come on in. And, uh,
close the door," she added, looking slightly downward and
fidgeting with the hem of her baggy Xavier Institute sweatshirt.
She heard the door close and she looked up again. Remy
was right in front of her! She flinched a little, it was
startling how stealthily he moved! He touched her shoulder.
"Chere, what's de matter?" he asked.
"Nothin'," she answered, *Please, God! Let this work,*
she thought to herself. She reached up with her trembling left
hand to touch Remy's cheek, he looked at her quizzically. She
stopped, with her hand hovering next to his face, separated by
only millimeters. *No, _if_ I get just this one touch, let it be
a kiss,* she thought and lifted herself onto her tiptoes to reach
his lips. He tilted his head to meet her. She closed her eyes.
Their lips touched ever so slightly, like a rose petal
falling to the earth. Rogue braced herself for the overwhelming
rush of another's memories, but it didn't happen. Her eyes flew
open and she clapped her hands onto his face, pressing with
crushing force against his mouth. Remy twitched, his whole body
spasming with surprise. He locked his arms about her waist for
support. Rogue loosened her grip, laughing with wild abandon as
she felt tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. The look on his
face was precious, slack-jawed and wide-eyed with amazement.
"Chere! How... how in de hell did we do dat?!" he
stammered. She clutched him around the torso, pressing one side
of her soaked face against his hard chest.
"Ah've been in therapy with the Professor fer months now,
we determined that mah problem with contolling mah power was
psychological," he was stroking her hair lovingly, "He helped me
past the blocks I'd placed cause of all mah guilt an self-
loathin' over what happened to Cody an Carol..." she explained,
*an then Belle,* she thought to herself. "The Prof was mah first
test, we risked it an ah was able to touch him on the hand... Ah
was so afraid it wouldn't work again!"
She looked up into his eyes, "Oh, Remy! Ah can really
touch again! Ah want foh us to touch each other all night long,
fall asleep in each other's arms! To hold on to each other an
_never_ let go!" She was gripping his hands tightly, pressing
them to her breast.
Remy smiled broadly and kissed her forehead, "Gambit have
no problems at all wit' dat!" He lead Rogue to the bed and she
sat down on it, swinging her legs up with her. He swiftly pulled
his shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor before
sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. He kissed her,
opening his mouth and snaking his tongue into her. She accepted
his soft and wet tongue into her mouth, rolling it around with
hers, feeling their teeth scrape together. He began to kiss and
suck her long, arched neck gently as her hands explored his bare
back, memorizing every muscle.
He was now entirely on the bed, lying on top of her. She
rolled him over and sat across his hips. She began to kiss all
over his face, nibbling his lips and ears, rubbing her mouth on
his bestubbled face. She could feel the bulge of his erect penis
pressing eagerly against her crotch, inhibited by two layers of
jeans. She took off her sweater and tossed it aside. Remy
smiled, getting a view of her firm tits and flat stomach. He no
doubt wanted her to take off her lacy black bra, but she wasn't
ready for that yet. Rogue touched his shoulders, running her
hands slowly down his muscular arms. From his smooth biceps to
his forearms, which were sparsely covered by little hairs. She
closed her hands around his right wrist and lifted it. She
kissed the back of his hand and rubbed it against her face, then
sucked his fingertips into her mouth. She put his hand against
one of her breasts and he squeezed it. Rogue sighed and ground
her crotch against his. Remy moaned.
She dropped his arm and scooted down a bit, lowering
herself onto him. She licked his rough jawline, then his adam's
apple. Oh, the _smell_ of him! Rampagingly masculine! His
salty flesh, a little persperation, and an expensive cologne.
Oh, what was it called! She couldn't remember. She wandered
over to one of his nipples in a frenzy, pinching it between her
lips and tugging firmly. She flattened out her tongue against it
and began to circle it slowly, rubbing the other pec with the
palm of her hand. Remy breathed heavily, his chest heaving under
her. She slid down further, brushing his well-defined abs with
the tip of her nose. She could feel her own hot breath bouncing
off his tight body and warming her face. She found his navel and
kissed it, flicking her tongue into it, once, then twice.
Rogue felt something tickle her chin, and raised herself
up on her hands. A thin little triangle of sparse, coarse hair
peeked from under the waistband of Remy's pants, the point
touching his navel. She began to unbutton his pants, they were
Levi's 501, with the button fly. She undid the buttons slowly,
plucking them from the slots with both hands. She folded the fly
open, creasing them to the sides. Remy was wearing red cotton
jockey shorts. She retreated to the foot of the bed, and, taking
his pant-legs by the hems, she eased his jeans off. Then Rogue
stood and dropped her own pants to the floor, hooked one of her
feet into the tangled mass, and kicked them backward and out of
the way, losing her socks in the process.
She then plucked off Remy's socks and took him by the
ankles. She noticed that, much like Remy's arms, his legs were
only hairy on the lower half. His sculpted, broad thighs were
bare and smooth, as though they were carved in marble, while
below the knees there was a little hair. She darted her tongue
out, brushing one of his ankles with the tip. Then she gently
kissed it, and began to pull him toward her, leaving a trail of
sweet little kisses along the inside of his leg. All the while
she gradually lowered herself to her knees. Now Rogue held
Remy's knees at her shoulders and was licking his inner thigh,
halfway down from the knee. She looked down his leg to his
crotch. The fabric of his underpants was streached to the limit,
pulled into a tee-pee by his massive organ. The waistband was
pulled down to expose a couple inches of short, kinky pubic hair
and the legbands were stretched away from his body, forming what
looked like a shadowy cave. Remy's head was tilted to the side,
his eyes shut tightly and his teeth clenched. His face and neck
were flushed and he was clutching the bedspread, bunching it in
his fists. His hard-on was quite obviously making him extremely
uncomfortable.
Rogue was going to have to proceed to something much more
intimate earlier than she'd originally planned to, something more
satisfying for Remy. She'd wanted for them to just touch each
other tonight and maybe proceed to actual sex later on. She
realized now that not only was that a kind of cruel thing to do
to Remy, but that it was probably unrealistic... She now knew
now that it would be unlikely to have been able to restrain
_herself_ in that way once going this far! She set Remy's legs
down over her shoulders and hooked her hands into the waistband
of his undershorts. Remy took the signal and bent forward,
bracing himself on his elbows and lifting his ass from the bed.
She pulled his shorts off, dragging them toward her face. Remy
straightened out this legs, extending them high into the air.
Once she'd pulled them past his knees, he bent them again. She
ducked her head under the jockey shorts that stretched between
his legs. Gravity did the rest as they slipped of his legs and
tumbled down her back to land on her feet.
She as now staring down the barrel of Remy's unbelievably
long cock. It jutted out from his body and pointed right at her
nose, bare inches from her face. Rogue shrugged his legs off of
her shoulders and reached for it. With the tips of her fingers,
*Oh! It's so _hot!_*, she began to tilt it in all different
directions, looking at it from different angles. The shaft was
solid and strong, during her inspection she noticed that it took
more of an effort to turn it downward than it did to press it to
the sides and no effort at all to push it upward; it's natural
resting position was at an upward angle.
It was marked by a roadmap of veins, the largest of which
was on the underside and to the right, originating from the body
and running upward. Breaking off from it were all the other
smaller veins, sort of tributaries that meandered all over the
penis. All the larger veins were on the underside, which also
had a higher concentration of veins. Oh, and some tributaries
had tributaries. There was a definate ridge that ran the center
of the the underside.
The thickness was somewhat inconsistant, it was broader
across than it was thick and it was more wide at the center than
at the root, and it tapered at the head so that it was a bit
thinner than the base. The head was plump and looked sort of
like a mushroom. It was also a little purplish, especially at
the edge, and it was spongy to the touch. She could see his
circumcision scar, brown and puckered. *Mah God! How long _is_
this thing, anway? It mus' be at least _ten inches_!* When she
closed both her hands around it there were still three inches
that poked from her fist! It wasn't remarkably thick, though,
her middle fingers could press the balls of her thumbs easily.
She felt his pulse trobbing under her grip. A drop of milky
liquid formed at the head and began to lazily trickle dow... She
was distracted by a sudden noise. Remy was laughing!
"Chere, you gon be _doin'_ somethin' wit' dat ting 'fore
Gambit go over de top and you be gettin' a squirt in de eye?" he
asked patiently, smiling broadly, and continued his gentle
ribbing. "You plan on writin' and essay later on? Maybe we
could go down to de sub-levels and be fetchin' some diagnostic
'quipment for your studies?"
Rogue smirked, a little embarrassed. This was the first
time she'd had a good look at a man's cock in person, she didn't
realize that she was scrutinizing so intently. But even Belle's
memories of Remy's monsterous manhood couldn't prepare her for
actually holding it in her hands.
"You asked foh it sugah!" she warned cryptically. Rogue's
fists were still wrapped around his prick and the pre-ejaculate
had puddled against her thumb. She tentatively touched the tip
of her tongue to this miniature pearl and followed the short
trail upward, where she closed her lips around the soft head of
his stiff prong. She began to nudge and probe at it with her
tongue. Remy let out a hiss of breath between his teeth. She
uncurled her right fist and slowly drew Remy's dick down her
throat as far as it would go. Her lips touched her left hand and
she was just this side of gagging, then she tought of the saying
about biting off more than you could swallow and she almost _did_
gag. She managed to keep from laughing and pulled back, keeping
her lips tight and sliding her tongue from side to side. She
withdrew to the head, and repeated the gulping technique very
swiftly three more times.
Then she lifted his balls from the bed, cradling the
hairy, winkled sack of dark, soft skin in her hand. She felt for
the firm spheres of his testicles and, finding one, she pressed
her lips against it and slurped it into her mouth, drawing half
his scrotum after it. She sucked his nut for awhile, rolling it
around in her mouth, before spitting it back out. Then she
pressed his cock back against his abdomen, laid her tongue
against his soggy balls, and licked the length of his shaft a few
times.
Remy's squirming and the little noises he made turned
Rogue on tremendously. She enclosed his dick in her left hand
again and began to suck and lick it furiously as her other hand
wandered down and began to rub her tender pussy lips and clitoris
through her already wet panites. After a couple minutes, Rogue
came from her masterbating just as Remy's cock began to spasm.
It squirted a wad of thick liquid into her mouth before she could
release it, then it squirted again, splattering her face. She
gasped and grabbed the bobbing organ, turning it slightly so that
it squirted over her left shoulder. She cleared a little come
from her eye and looked at Remy. His mouth hung wide open and
his eyes were rolled back, he was making breathless gasping
sounds. Rogue just watched him as he made funny noises and even
funnier faces, holding onto his prick as it sprayed come
everywhere. She counted about seven or eight wet spasms and
about four "dry heaves" before it was finally still and began to
grow soft.
Remy lay there for a little while, his breathing slowing
to normal. Then he forced himself to sit up and smiled winningly
at Rogue, "Chere..." he began raspily, his eyelids were heavy and
tiny beads of sweat dotted his brow and unshaven upper lip, "That
was jus' incredible," he drew Rogue up into his arms and kissed
her roughly, squeezing her tight to his unyeilding body and
kneading her ass with both his hands. He released her from the
kiss and grinned mischeviously, arching one eyebrow, "Now, let's
see what ol' Gambit can do for _you_."
He stood, pressing his hands to her waist. Rogue clamped
her thighs on his hips for support and reached behind her back to
unclasp her bra. The brassiere fell forward and she shrugged it
off of her arms. Remy gazed appreciatively at her pert, round
breasts and pivoted so that he faced the bed. He placed one knee
as deep toward the center of the bed as he could reach and
levered himself onto it. Rogue closed her hands behind his neck
and he leaned into it, gently falling on top of her.
Rogue folded her legs across his back and slipped her
arms under his. They kissed deeply, probing each other's mouths
eagerly. Then Remy reached between them to stroke one of her
breasts and Rogue moaned, feeling her lips vibrate against his.
Remy stopped kissing her and she uncrossed her legs to give him
free movement. He moved down her body and took her breast in
both hands, splaying his fingers so that her nipple showed
through the triangle-shaped window formed by his thumbs and
forefingers. He teased her achingly erect nipple with the tip of
his tongue, wagging it back and forth swiftly. Then he squeezed
her tit and clamped his mouth on her nipple, sucking hard and
grinding it with his tongue. Rogue pursed her lips and cooed,
rubbing her pelvis against his belly franticly. Remy suckled her
breast for what seemed like forever, she stroked his hair and
lightly raked his back with her fingernails.
Remy suddenly disengaged and moved to her side, sitting
with his legs folded under him. "Roll over, Chere," he ordered.
"An lose de panties," he added with a grin. Rogue squinted at
him quizzically for a moment, then proceeded to do as he asked.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began
to wiggle them down, baring her dark pubic hair and smooth hips a
little bit at a time. Remy was watching intently, his eyes glued
on her midsection as he licked his lips absent-mindedly. She
pushed the panties down her hips and thighs and completely off,
tossing them over the bed. Then she rolled onto her stomach and
folded her arms, leaning her cheek onto them and gazing at Remy
expectantly.
Remy scooted a little closer to her and laid his large,
calloused hands on her shoulders and began to gently rub them.
Rogue sighed heavily, it felt so good to have his strong fingers
kneading her flesh, relaxing the muscles. He continued to
massage her back expertly, working his fingers into her shoulder-
blades, unknotting her upper back. She was drifting away on
fluffy white clouds and her breathing was becoming comfortably
shallow. He ran a succession of jarring karate chops up and down
her spine, loosening the vertibre. Then he laid his hands on her
buttocks and began to stroke and knead them. Rogue knew that
there were probably no muscles in the ass that are very active
and didn't need massaging, but she wasn't about to complain. Her
loins were tingling pleasantly and she could see that Remy's cock
was stirring, growing erect very slowly.
She was about to touch it when Remy began to move,
wedging one of his knees between her legs. She spread her legs
for him and he sat between them and began to massage her ribs. He
slowly moved his hands down her body until he was massaging her
hips, then he began to stroke both sides of one of her thighs.
Rogue was getting so hot, she could feel a puddle of wetness
spreading under her as her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.
Remy suddenly touched the tender petals of her labia with the
tips of his fingers.
Rogue gasped and hiked her ass up a little. He began to
stroke her mound with his open hand, his middle finger lingering
on her sensitive clitoris, moving in little circles. Rogue
rocked with the rhythm of his expert hands and came forcefully
before too long. Now she was on her elbows and knees and Remy
was kissing and licking her buttocks, she could feel his hot
breath in the crack of her ass and on her throbbing pussy. He
inserted one of his fingers into her channel and began to tounge
the area around the opening while continuing to tease her
clitoris with another finger. She came again, yelling and
gritting her teeth. She loved the feel of his firm digits and
soft, wet tounge probing her pussy, and the feel of his rough
stubble, scraping against her thigh where it joined her body.
She was teetering on the edge of another orgasm when Remy
stopped. Rogue took the few seconds to catch her breath. She
could hear Remy shuffling around back there, then his legs
brushed the insides of hers and his hands fell on her hips.
Something blunt and firm nudged her between the legs. It took a
little while for her to realize that he was waiting for her to
signal that it was alright to proceed.
"Yesss..." she exhaled huskily. One of his hands left
her hip and she could feel the head of his cock open the soaked
lips of her pussy, he pressed it firmly against her entrance and
she felt it stretch and close around the plump head. Rogue's
entire body trembled and she reflexivly contracted the muscles in
her cunt, pinching the tip of Remy's cock like a vise. Remy
groaned and forced his dick into her tightened channel ever so
slowly, edging it in one inch at a time. She savored the
delicious feeling of his stiff rod as it drove deeper and deeper
inside of her, she flexed and released, urging it forward. There
was a little pain, but she bore it as it was almost entirely
drowned in wave after wave of pleasure. She climaxed, shuddering
violently as her muscle control melted away and she slumped to
the bed, her breathing reduced to hiccupping gasps. Remy's hands
slipped off her hips and his penis popped out of her.
Rogue blinked. She thought that she must have blacked
out for a couple seconds. She was lying on her back now and Remy
was lightly slapping her cheek and saying, "Rogue! Chere!"
Her mind unclouded and she looked up at Remy and smiled.
With one hand she drew his head down to her and kissed him while
grabbing his wet prick roughly with the other, guiding it back to
her pussy. She felt his lips pull up into a smile and he kissed
her back, re-entering her slippery, expanded canal easily and
sliding in to the hilt. She twined her legs around his and held
onto his ass as he began to pump in and out of her, alternating
between piston-like pounding and slow, methodical stroking.
Rogue surrendered to the maddening sensation with all of
her being. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, languidly
licking her teeth and lips. She writhed slightly under Remy's
thrusting, undulating body, lightly tracing cross-hatching
patterns all over his back, sides, ass, and hips with the tips of
her fingernails. Remy's head was bent downward and his bangs
brushed her face, tickling her cheeks and eyelids. He was
breathing in short, rapid jets, blowing into her cleavage. His
loosely hanging balls, drenched in Rogue's flowing juices, made
audible slaps as they smacked inbetween her ass cheeks, against
her anus, with each deep thrust of his cock into her tight
channel.
Remy kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and
nibbling on it. Then he planted little kiss on her chin and
another on her neck. Rogue reached up to place her hand on the
base of his skull and pressed his head to her shoulder. She
licked him behind the ear, and drawing the lobe into her mouth
with her tongue, she began to suck on it. Then she traced the
edge of his ear with her tounge, and gently bit into it. Rogue
moved her hips in synch with Remy's thrusts, feeling another
climax approaching. She gripped him tighter and squealed as she
came, thrashing her head from side to side. Remy's pace slowed
and his muscles tensed. He buried his cock deep and he came too,
drawing in a strangled moan and releasing it in a choking burst.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnn-ghuh! Huh... huh..." he panted, washing Rogue's
insides with his cream. His elbows gave out and he lay heavily
on top of her for a few minutes.
Remy rolled off of her, his now flaccid penis slipping
out of her contracting vagina. They lay blissfully next to each
other, silently staring at the ceiling. Then Rogue got off the
bed and pulled up the covers, sliding under them and motioning
for Remy to do the same. He sat up and pulled the comforter out
from under him and slid under it next to Rogue. She nuzzled up
aganst him, laying her head on his collar and cuddling up to him
with one leg over him and one hand on his chest. He hugged her
with one arm and lolled his cheek on the top of her head,
brushing his fingers on her shoulder and fiddling with her curly
locks. It was Rogue who broke the silence.
"Remy, ah love you," she whispered, the tips of her
fingers moving in circular motions all over his chest. Remy
hugged her a little tighter and kissed her on the top of her
head.
"I love you too, chere."
Rouge smiled faintly. "Remy..." she paused, "Mah real
name..."
"Chere," Remy interrupted.
"Shush, Remy," Rouge asserted firmly, "Ah'm ready to tell
someone. This is ridiculous, keeping my name from y'all. Like
ah'm still an outsider... Ah'm ready to let people get close to
me again," she continued, "Mah real name is..."
Suddenly everything swam out of focus, the world was
melting into the blackness. Rogue opened her eyes and was
startled to see that Remy was not lying next to her. She jerked
into a sitting position and frantically glanced about the room.
The morning sunshine poured in through her windows, shining
through her lacy curtains. Horrible realization began to sink
into her and her face wrinkled in despair. She looked over at
her alarm clock, which was buzzing and showed 7:00 on the digital
face.
"NO!!!" she shouted and flashed out her arm, grabbing the
clock and crushing it between her fingers. The clock popped and
splintered, throwing off a few sparks and smoking a little.
Tears streamed down her face and she dropped the smoldering
remains to the floor. Rogue turned face down and muffled her
gut-wrenching sobs with her pillow.
-The End-
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanted to make this story as "real" (that is, it
could have happened if X-Men were an adult book) as I could, by
grounding it solidly in the comics' continuity and by paying very
close, careful attention to faithful and accurate characteriza-
tion. To establish continuity, I place it chronologically
between the Gambit Limited Series and the Rogue LS. To my best
knowledge, the Gambit LS takes place between X-Men #23 and #24
and during Uncanny X-Men #301 & #302, and the Rogue LS takes
place after Uncanny #318 and X-Men #38, during X-Men #39, and
ends before Uncanny #319. That's about as close as I need to pin
it down, Rogue could have dreamed the preceeding story anywhere
between Uncanny #302 and #318, and X-Men #24 and #39.
For those of you who may not have gotten some of the references
to the past I made, I will list the issues in which they take
place. First of all, Rogue and Gambit's relationship: He began
to flirt with her in X-Men #1, and she became receptive in X-Men
#8. They've been seeing each other since then. Rogue first
mentioned absorbing Cody's psyche (Rogue #1 retcons it so that
she _permenently_ absorbed it) and talked about it in Uncanny
#185, and the scene is shown in a backup in Classic X-Men #37
(Cody is mistakenly called "Freddie"). She permenently absorbed
Ms. Marvel's powers and psyche just before the first panel of
Avengers Annual #10, and lost Ms. Marvel's psyche upon returning
from the Siege Perilous (which she entered in Uncanny #247) in
Uncanny #269. Finally, she permenently absorbed the memories of
Gambit's ex-wife, Belladonnna Boudreaux, in Gambit #3.
This story is titled in French so as to not give away the ending.
The English translation of "Elle Reve de la Touche de Son Amour"
is "She Dreams of the Touch of His/Her Love"... "His Love" being
Gambit's, or "Her Love" being Gambit himself. Mucho thanks to
Graeme MacDonald for providing the French translation.
Special thanks to David R. Henry for helping me out a little with
some of Rogue's history. Thanks, DRH!!! (Like he's really gonna
read this...). =)
Ben Wick, keeper of the X-Babies's flame and Gambit's guardian.
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