kineticcajun | 3rd Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[Finally. Finally the damn lights are out of his window. Gambit's never minded a little festivity, but when your eyes are sensitive to bright light, it gets a little hard to sleep when you can't. Take down. The Christmas lights.

So he's in a pretty good mood today. Snow aside, of course. He could do without that. But he's still venturing out in it - totally not slipping from time to time, you guys are imagining that - to swing by the grocery store.

Important business here. New Year's is coming up, and that means black-eyed peas. With the bad luck streak he's had going since he got here, he's going to need to make a ton of them for luck.

Which is making an idea dawn...]

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What kinda New Year's celebrations y'all got 'round here? Seems like wit' all the dif'rent traditions poolin' in, there oughta be some kinda party. Gotta be one night outta the year this place gets good an' noisy.

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Hey, petite. I'm t'inkin' we could use some fireworks next weekend. Sound like a plan?

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[Dryly, and still not looking at him.] I'm sure ya think you do.

[Tiny. Little. Knowing. Smirk.]

[...Woman, how much do you remember from that zap way back when?

He glances over at her from the corner of his eye, weighing that reaction. She's got to be bluffing. His tone is just as calm.]

Oughta give it a chance 'fore you write it off like that, chere.

[She finishes up her hot chocolate and makes a tiny, satisfied, mmm. Not over the top - just about right. And she manages to keep from looking at him, although she can feel his gaze.

It's. Really, really hard not to smile right now. But she just tilts her head to the side.] I don't think so.

[And then she slides off the bar stool, slipping on her coat. Glancing at him, she can't help push a bit more, or the tiny smile on her lips, and the light of genuine amusement in her eyes.]

Lookit that. Seems like your head's back ta normal after all.

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[Rogue, you really need to smile more.]

Small miracles, non?

[Oh, you did not just leave that opened.

...oh, she can't help herself. She really should stop to think. But, you know, she doesn't. It's too perfect, and Rogue just takes the opportunity, dropping her gaze before meeting his eyes.]

Small indeed.

[You, ma'am. Have just upped the ante. ~~And slightly injured his male pride, but that'll recover in about five seconds.~~

Remy puts his coffee cup down, slides off his own bar stool, and then goes to brush past her on his way to the door. Except that he leans in very close, so that his lips are just a ghost's width away from the top of her ear. Any closer and he'd probably be knocking himself flat, but hey, that's part of the fun of invading her personal space.]

A miracle's still a miracle, mon chere.

Edited 2012-01-07 06:09 (UTC)

[Rogue tenses when he brushes close to her, her instinctive response not moving so as not to hurt him when he leans... close. He's close enough, in fact, that he can probably hear her breath hitch.

Oh.

Oh.

When he pulls back a hair, she can still feel the warmth of his breath on her ear, an almost-touch, an almost-brush of his lips and she swallows hard.]

Edited 2012-01-07 17:40 (UTC)

[Why that swamp rat. Does he think it's going to be this easy? Pull yourself together, girl!

Of course, the heartbeat or two of frozen silence probably tells a different tale...]

[...but eventually she twists just enough so that her body is still facing forward and yet she's able to face him, arching her back slightly to do so. They're close enough that this move risks their chests brushing together, but hell, they're both wearing clothes. (Except that contact is electrifying and she probably will remember it even after she walks away, but-)

Challenge accepted.

She moves to lay a gloved hand on his cheek, in part to see if he'll flinch. If the hand is allowed to land there, regardless of flinch, she'll pat it once as she speaks. There is a wary, knowing edge to her smile, and her eyes glint with both challenge and awareness.]

I guess I just don't have that much faith.

[And she'll move to let the hand drop. She'd love to walk away right now, but he was decent enough to let her respond - for now, she'll play by the same rules.]

Edited 2012-01-07 08:21 (UTC)

[That heartbeat or two of frozen silence nearly lulls him into thinking he's already gotten a solid win this time around. He's a little surprised when she twists around, though he still doesn't flinch at all when she lays a hand on his cheek. No flinch, but one eyebrow just slightly quirked upward at the gesture.

So that's how it's going to be, huh.

Before her hand can drop back to her side, he catches it in his own.]

A li'l Southern belle like you, lackin' in faith? [Here he presses a light kiss to the back of her glove, followed by a wink before he lets her go.] I'm not buyin' it.

[And now he will finally start to back off and give her back that personal space he's been violating.]

[No flinch. Interesting. Also mildly terrifying, if she thinks about it long enough. Which she doesn't. Because he grabs her hand and lifts it to his mouth and kisses it. Her eyes widen, and for a moment - a very short moment - her face loses that cynical knowing and goes slack with some very girlish openness.

Something in her heart aches.

A corner of her lips tweak up in response to that wink. Incorrigible. But - all in good fun, in a way. It sure said something about him that he was unafraid to flirt with her, but thought he could swoop in and then leave, just like that.]

[...of course it said something. It said he was out of his mind and dangerously close to treating her just like everyone else. And she was, by no stretch of the imagination, everyone else. She was Rogue, and she was untouchable.

Her guard returns with such a natural tightening of her features, that it would be hard to tell it had ever slipped.

She moves back herself, reclaiming her hand and popping her collar against the incoming cold.]

Guess that makes you the one lookin' for a miracle.

[And with that, she'll start towards the door again.]

Edited 2012-01-07 20:17 (UTC)

[Out of his mind, maybe. But the ever-so-brief drop of guard makes it entirely worth it. The only downside is that it's lowering his guard a bit as well... which he wasn't entirely expecting. Merde, this girl is good at getting under his skin, much as he won't admit that out loud.

He's on his way out as well, so he just goes along to get the door for her. Southern gentleman. It balances out pushing all of her buttons... sort of. After you, milady.]

Maybe that miracle ain't so far off.

[Well, one of the things she appreciates about him are those Southern manners. It makes things feel a bit more like home, a bit more comfortable - and entirely too dangerous in their familiarity. All the same, she's not one to back down and she lets him get the door, stepping through it easily.

No longer entirely sure what the "miracle" is that they're referring to, however, Rogue decides that a blanket denial is in her best interest.]

An' maybe the sky'll turn purple an' start rainin' chocolate.

[Also: distance. Hey, distance is good.]

[He steps out of the door after her, letting her put the distance between them. With how much he pushed it, he's surprised she held out so long.

But the purple sky and chocolate rain still makes him laugh a bit.]

I wouldn't put that down as impossible in these parts.

[And with a small wave, he starts off on his own way again. Au revoir, Rogue.]

[And she will go hers.]

Later, Cajun.

[Just two ships in the night, these two.

...he really does have a nice laugh.]

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