2019-06-12 - Forrest Hard or Die Gump?

Summary:

Rogue and Gambit have dinner together and watch a couple of movies.

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Date: Wed June 12 2919
Location: Gambit's place

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There's the knock on the door, and when and if the door opens, there is a belle on the other side. Dark hair is french braided back from her face, letting gold hoops swing from her ears. A plain army green t-shirt is tucked into jeans, scuffed boots peeking out from under the hem of denim. There's a touch of makeup playing up her eyes, lips painted a natural shade, as she waits with a large pizza and a six pack of beer.

When the door to the lake house is opened, Remy stands on the other side with a dark red v-neck teeshirt on, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. When he sees her on the other side of the door's threshold he can't stop himself from grinning. Remy's eyes raise up and down her form, slightly tilting toward his left shoulder and slowly he nods once. "I like, everythin' about all'a this." He says to her then with a continued sly grin.

Then, a step back and he motions her inside. "Come on in, Chere. A C is on, place is cool as a cucumber, I was thinkin' about shuttin'er off, but as it was gettin' a lil too cold… I can see you already gonna warm me up some though." He's teasing, as he ever does.

Rogue laughs as she steps in, handing off the pizza box to him. "You like me after a quick washup and out of my coveralls? Easy." She will flash him a smile, stepping to the side to step out of her work boots so she won't track stuff inside. Her socks are green with yellow stripes, a fun little pop of brighter color. "Beer is still cold, if you want one."

Once boots are shed, she leans up to kiss his cheek, making sure the door shuts behind her. "Thought you might like a pizza and beer, maybe watch a movie with me?" She sounds a little bit hopeful. "If you don't have other plans."

Gambit just enjoys the sight of her coming inside and when she hands off the pizza and beer, he looks dwon to it just softly whistles a little through his teeth. "Ya know, Chere." He starts. "They say da quickest way to a man's heart is goin' through his stomach. But I say… you just walkin' through my door is more than enough t'find your way there anyway." And the kiss to his cheeks comes, his stubble covered cheek warm to the touch. "A'course, pizza'n'beer is a bonus for the journey too."

As he starts across the living room toward the kitchen area, he passes by the sofa and the large tv that is already on, he was watching Poker on some sports channel it seems. Harvey the Cat is on the sofa and is rolling around with a fuzzy mouse toy that has a little bell in it.

"I'll watch whatever you wanna watch, since you so kind t'feed'n'water me, let alone give me the peck on the cheek t'boot!" He says as he steps into the kitchen to get plates and some paper towels. "How things at the motorin' place?"

"I'm sure we can find something appropriately actiony and explosion filled." She smiles, following him towards the kitchen. She will pause to look down at Harvey, whispering some silly sweet nothing to the kitty.

She will snag a bottle out of the six pack, twisting the top off. "Things are good. I like the warmer weather, it's always too cold in the winter to really enjoy it. The weather is warmer, I can have the bay doors open, the rock music on…"

Gambit takes a moment to get them both some food and few paper towels, he grins at what she says and softly nods his head a pair of quick times. "I been sittin' out on the dock every evenin' just watchin the water. Its…" He side-looks over at her. "Pretty nice bein' retired at twenty-whatever-my-age-is." Does he really not know how old he is precisely? It seems possible for him, man of mystery, rarely ever to talk about his past.

Harvey turned into a purr machine after Rogue gave him some attention. He then proceed to leep up onto the arm of the sofa, then wildly run around it in a circle before vanishing over the back of said sofa with a thud, followed by tinier thuds as he runs off in some random direction.

With a couple plates loaded up with two pieces each, Remy offers her one and grabs a drink for himself. He leans forward then to steal another kiss to her, on her forehead this time. "Thanks for the food, Boo." He quietly says to her. "I was gonna make a joke about openin' bay doors, but I think I'll refrain and avoid your follow-up jabbins to my sensitive regions."

She will turn her head to watch HArvey be a silly kitty, before she will reach to take her plate. She will close her eyes to let him kiss her forehead, not pulling away. "Well, I figure if I am just gonna show up and hang out, I should bring something." She sips at beer. "My name isn't Dave." She quips back about the bay doors before she will move to sit on the couch.

"You do like action and explosions, right, Remy?" She will give him big green eyes as she waits for him to sit alongside her. "Or you in the mood for funny?"

Remy moves to take a seat with her at the sofa and he grins lightly. "I'm personally glad that your name is not Dave. I would have to likely question a lot of things about, everyt'ing, were it the case." He quips before kicking back and putting his feet up on the edge of the coffee table.

"As a man who's capable'a makin' so many things just suddenly 'go boom' I do have a particular interest in such films, that is true facts. However." He takes another sip of his drink before he continues. "I also am a Cinephile, meaning that I will watch just about anyt'ing and everyt'ing out've a desire t'judge a film based on its art." He pauses again before adding. "Except movies with Jimmy Fallon in it. I am not a fan'a that man." He says that with a sly grin, making it hard to tell if he's being serious or not.

She will lean her head, resting it on his shoulder. "Why don't you pick up the remote and scroll through the guide and we can pick something? If we find something we both know, we can MSTK it." She sounds amused, content as she is picking up her first slice of pizza to take a healthy bite out of it. She's not shy about eating in front of him.

Gambit ain't one to judge nobody for eating habits anyhow! He enjoys his own food as he sits there beside her, his shoulder a good pillow for her to lean against as much as she wants. The remote is picked up from the sofa where it was laying beside Harvey's fuzzy mouse toy and he starts to aim it, and search the channels. "Ooo. Die Hard." Remy comments in that fashion that only a male can do out of pure appreciation of that great classic. He continues to scroll down the list. "Austin Powers… There'se a man who understand how I feel about this world." He says with a sly grin.

"No way, Die Hard! Hans Gruber is one of the best villains ever. Alan Rickman was a god!" She elbows him lightly, before she's sipping at beer. "It's a great Christmas movie, but we can totally do with that now. It's not July, but we can pretend it's Christmas in July."

And with that said from the Southern Belle, Remy is leaning his head over against the top of hers. "This is why you're my kindred spirit, Chere." He says to her in a soft and appreciative tone. "Ya understand good movies. Hippy Kai Yay'n all." He turns his head to kiss the top of hers against the part in her hair and then raises his bottle up for another sip. He flips the tv to Die Hard just as Sgt. Al Powell is getting blasted by John after he threw the terrorist body out the window. "Them poor twinkies." Remy comments about this scene. "They all over the inside'a his squad car now."

Rogue will eat her pizza before she will lean down to put her plate on the table. She will curl up to his side, snuggling in close to watch. She will lean into his side, sighing with contentedness. She will sip at her beer, and rest her head on his shoulder. "This is nice. I might get used to this?"

Remy's food is finished up in about the same amount of time, maybe a little faster cause he's a guy and eats a bit more like a hungry great white shark after all. His plate is set off to his side onto the end table beside the sofa before he's just holding the beer in one hand and putting his arm around her shoulders as she leans back after putting her plate down on the table. "I should say so, Boo." He tells her, his hand coming up to rub the back of her head gently, her soft hair getting stroked kindly. "You welcome to stay here as much as you want too, maybe I make food and drink for you next, no?" He lays his head back on the plush and inviting sofa while people continue to shout into radios at each other, and guns get emptied on the television.

There is a faint groaning sound, and Rogue will reach up to tug the band from her hair to let her braid loose so he can play with her hair as much as he's willing. She will shift a bit, leaning into him a bit more. Rogue may be understandably a little touch hungry, but she's being careful.

"How long a hair braid like this even take t'put up?" Remy asks as he feels her undoing it and he can't help himself but grin at the offer of undoing all of that so he can toy with her hair even more. "I almost feel bad for havin' ya undo it all, Chere… Almost." He runs his hand through her hair though, parting it all up with his fingers to loosen the braids and let the locks fall around her shoulders. "There we go." He says quietly while he ruffles her up nice and good against his left shoulder. "Much better. I like ya when you're all tussled and wild, ya know?"

"Enh. It's sort of second nature now, I've never timed it. Besides, I would have had to take it down to shower before bed tonight." She smiles at him joking about almost being sorry, before she peeks up at him. "You do, hmm?"

Remy glances down at her when she looks up at him and he just gives her a devilish smile. "Yep." He says, averting his eyes back up and off to the television as he runs a hand through her hair, in a futile effort to comb it out over her shoulders and his arm around them. "You got a nice mane on your head, Boo. It look best when you let it loose an' free. In my, humble, opinion any how. But, I imagine it much cooler tied back this time'a year." He's got long hair himself, but nothing quite as long as hers of course. "I admit, I imagine you in one'a them eighties rock music videos where you'd be thrashin' around t'the catchy tune, shakin' your hair all about. Let alone your other many assets." Now he's just being silly! Which, is his style, of course.

Rogue laughs, a hand up to push her hair out of her face. "Rolling around on some sports car with too much smoke machine going on?" She can be silly too, even if it isn't always her style. But she will tuck her head to his shoulder, arm sliding around him to hold close.

This gets a chuckle out of the Cajun. "Dat right." He comments in a casual tone while the movie continues to play out on the big fancy tv. "Especially in dem skimpy clothes that dey always wore in those things." His hand moves down with confidence to her arm to find her bare skin. "Even more-so, now that you found some peace with this." He states as his fingers and palm touch her bicep and move down toward her elbow, then back up, to caress that very skin that not so long ago was eating the souls right out of people's bodies. "Now you're fair game, ya know, Rogue?" Remy states then. "Long as you got that control. Lucky for you… I'm a gentleman." And he says that with a grin on his visage.

There's giggles from his chest. "I don't own much in the way of skimpy, I make do with what I've got." She stills, shivering under that touch to her arm. It's so small, so innocent a touch, but she's all too aware of it. She's stopped watching the movie, just to watch his fingers stroke her skin. "Lucky for you too. I don't need my skin to kick some ass."

And since he can, Gambit is going to continue to stroke her soft skinned arm to his heart's content, because touching her is his favorite thing in the whole wide world. "Oh, I believe you there, Chere." He says quietly back at her. "Though, I also worry about ya, all this X-Men stuff and this dangerous world'n all. If you ever wanna learn how t'fight with a bo-staff, I can help out with dat. Me'n Napoleon Dynamite are da best with that kinda weapon, ya know?" He pauses, takes another little sip of his drink. "Well, Donatello belongs in that list too, I suppose."

Rogue lets her eyes close, swallowing hard against a throat that suddenly feels hot and tight. She just lets herself be still and quiet and /feel/ what it is like to be touched. Freely, on purpose, without any of the nasty side effects. "Remy.. well, more lessons can't hurt." She won't tell him about all the bits and pieces of this and that she's picked up.

Remy's got rough hands, they've seen some stuff in his life, but they're still textured in a way that makes them likely feel nice but just, well worn-in. He laughs lightly at what she says and shakes his head, clearly a funny thought has hit his mind. "Good." He states. "I can be your Miyagi and you can be the Daniel-san that I want t'see in a bikini." And then he's laughing again, more mischievously and giving her arm a firm squeeze. "But for serious. We can start early in the mornin', if'n you got some time then? And… assumin' ya stay here t'night, a'course."

"I can't stay here tonight, Remy. I get up early to meditate and do yoga, though if you can wander over to the Rear grounds in the morning, we could do some starters instead of my yoga… or I could come over after work tomorrow night, if you're not a mornin' sort of fella." Her head lifts, eyes opening, looking a little soft and sleepy.

Remy just lightly laughs at her response, then sighs dramatically. "That fine too. I mean, my feelings are completely crushed. Like a empty beer can beneath Colossus' tush when he sits down upon it… But. I shall recover." He brings his hand off of her arm and back up into her mane of dark hair to run his fingers through it again, affectionately isn't a strong enough word really. "I got nothin' but free time, Chere." He says then. "So I bent t'your schedule." Truth be told, she may not even know where he gets his money from but he always seem to have an abundance of it as he's never talking about getting some kind of 'job' to grind out paychecks.

"You are too resilient to let me not spending the night crush anything." She murmurs, a kiss to his jawline. "I just.. want to take it slow, is all. I spend the night, off the jump, and things could get more complicated than it needs to be." She whispers, before she groans at his hand in her hair again.

Remy takes the kiss to his jawline and just smiles skyward from it. He listens to her response and his eyes drop back down to the television where John McClane continues his quest to save the besieged Nakatomi Tower. "I'll make due, it true." He says right back to her then as she groans from his touch within her wild mane and that makes him smile. "I ain't gonna push you inta nothin', Rogue." He says quietly then, his bottle coming up for another sip. Afterward he adds on with. "But, I forever likely gonna tease ya with invitations. Cause I can't help myself."

"I never said it was you that was going to make things more complicated than they need to be." She will point out softly, confessing in subtle terms her skin hunger. Her craving to be touched, cuddled, and kissed. "Invitations are fine, sugar. And someday I'll even start accepting them."

Remy's hand drops back to her shoulder and he pulls her in close for a squeeze. "You take your time, Chere." He tells her. "I'm in no rush. Trust me on that. I just got myself outta somethin' crazier than words can describe. This version'a me that you see here and now? This version'a me is the retired one. The one who's done all he can do t'serve this world and get himself inta trouble he don't belong in. He ready t'just sit back, kick back, and enjoy life. Hopin' t'do that with you at my side, like the here'n now. Cause… that be what makin' me feel most 'right', but hey. I take what I can get." Remy accidently touches the remote and it switches to Forrest Gump sitting on a bench talking about chocolates with a random woman who'd parked herself beside him. "There's a guy I can relate to." Gambit then adds with a sly grin. "Other than, ya know, I'm not mentally handicapped… I don't… think, anyway." This makes him pause for a moment of introspective thought.

"It means a lot to me. That you understand why I don't rush. It's not that I don't like you touchin' me, I very much do. I just.. Slow and steady lets me make sure I'm still good with my control, you know? " She will rub her cheek against his chest through his t-shirt as she relaxes against him again. There's a low laugh. "Is he really, though? He's happy. He's made his money. He can take care of his boy."

"I one hundred and fifty percent understand, Belle'a'boo." Remy says back then to the young woman nestled up beside him. "But ya see, I also got this side'a me that likes t'tease. Likes t'prod. Likes t'see where he can get t'places that he ain't allowed t'go. So… I gotta keep that demon locked up, less I drive you bonkers with my advances." He clears his throat lightly then and taps out the last of that bottle with that final sip that is always the least tasty of any beer bottle. Its set aside then and he grins at the television. "That man just had all the right knowledge he needed t'make life as good as it could be. His mind didn't have all the extra flubber that gets in the away'a findin' whats most important. That much I admire about him beyond word, yeah?"

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