<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/XMenAvatarRogue04.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Code Name</strong>: Rogue<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Anna Marie<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gambit<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes - which means lots of skin!<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/fIB83dU.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gambit charmingly reminded her that she was who he kept coming back to, and she couldn't help but feel a small rush of happiness. If she was frustrated not being able to touch, she could only imagine how the Cajun felt. Long ago Rogue had assumed he would eventually grow bored of pursuing a woman he couldn’t have, but he never had. Now that she was learning to block her powers, she felt like she was the one holding them back now, with her inability to do something every other X-men did; control themselves. Well, until she could touch, she could still look. Apparently Gambit had noticed her not-so-subtle staring. "Gotta stay lookin' my best, no? If not you might trade Gambit in for a newer model."<br/><br/>Rogue responded with a smirk. Gambit was well aware of his good lucks and from what she saw; she had no complaints or desire to find ‘a newer model’. She hadn’t had a chance to try out the old one yet!  She wanted to kiss him, to just touch him, feel skin and warmth, but she was still too afraid. It wasn’t like riding a horse; if you feel off you didn’t get back up.<br/><br/>The man laughed at her very obvious comment, agreeing that he was fidgety and gave an ominous warning about the future. Rogue felt a bit uneasy by his words, mostly because she agreed with them. There was never any rest for the wicked, and she was sure that there were plans being made as they spoke. For trying to do the right thing, the X-Men sure had a lot of enemies. Not that she really had any right to complain since she had her fair share. As though picking up on her unease, the Cajun looked into her eyes as though he could see right through her, and held her gaze.<br/><br/>"Don't worry though...Gambit here to protect you."<br/><br/>It was sweet and funny all at the same time and Rogue couldn’t keep a laugh from escaping her. On one hand, Gambit did try to protect her, and he’d done so on more than a few occasions, but they both knew that of the two of them, she was obviously the more, uh, durable. Between grabbing him up by his trench coat collar to fly him to safety, stopping buildings and rubble from crushing him… and saving him from her… Still, she felt better when he said it, like they would be okay no matter what happened. “Ah know. That’s why I ain’t worried,” she told him softly, her thick eyelashes fluttering softly as she looked away.<br/><br/>Sitting up, Rogue stretched nimbly her body already warm again from the sun. “It’s hotter than two goats in a pepper patch,” she complained idly. Maybe it was time to get up to some mischief.<br/>