<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/205/a/0/gambit_by_mubassam-d7s54m7.jpg)<div class="floatleft"><strong>Code Name</strong>: Gambit<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:Remy LeBeau<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Xavier’s Mansion &gt; Pool<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rogue<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<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://s8.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/46072319.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>"Gambit say a lot a thangs true, but you da only one I mean anything by." Rogue knew that for all Gambit's shameless flirting, she was the one who'd captured his heart, and the one he'd always chase given the chance, or fight like hell to keep. Part of being a master thief was keeping an eye on your surroundings at all times. Which meant that despite looking like he was focused on his dive, he always took notice of Rogue. <br/><br/>He could tell she was eyeing him when he climbed the ladder, and right before he dove. He enjoyed showing off for her. Even though she never moved when he came out of the water, the little show of pulling her glasses down so she could get a better look at him was much appreciated for the Cajun's <del>confidence</del>ego. She returned his compliment with one of her own, one that made Gambit smile and nod. "Gotta stay lookin' my best, no? If not you might trade Gambit in for a newer model." For a man who could contort his body through a hall of lasers in a trench coat and not set off an alarm, it was surprising how hard it was for him to keep his hand from reaching out to take Rogue's, or for his lips to just brush over her cheek.<br/><br/> It was like this all the time; he always wanted to be close to her, but the challenge was well...being physically close to her. To do so was literally fatal, but he couldn't help how he felt. He'd risk it. He laughed, a singular chuckling noise when she pointed out how quiet things were. "I notice. No attacks, nothin' to steal, no world wide crisis...Gambit gettin' stir crazy. You know what they say, chere. Longer da' calm, bigga da' storm when the sky break." He looked into her eyes, and held her gaze for as long as he could.<br/><br/> "Don't worry though...Gambit here to protect you." They both knew she needed no protection. If anything Rogue had saved his ass just as many times as he'd saved hers if not more. But it was fun regardless.</div></div>