Remy Lebeau/Gambit x Fem Reader One Shots

"Night" Ch. 1

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Now this is a view I could get used to." Remy purred from the bed as you walked in from the bathroom. You were finally out of your uniform and into a ripped up t-shirt and leggings; your hair was loose, and the tension from the day slowly began to uncoil from your body.

"You really shouldn't be here, you know." You sat on the bed next to where Remy was lying, "the professor takes one sweep of the institute and you'll have to worry about Logan, Scott, Hank, Kurt, and everyone else trying to put your head on a spike."
Remy chuckled.

"If it's for the privilege of lying next to you, chérie, I will gladly risk it." He ran a finger up and down your arm as he spoke. A shiver ran down your spine at the action.

"I still don't know how you manage to get in every time. I swear Logan makes the security better every week or so; he's obsessed."

"You wound me! I am a master thief; I will always be able to sneak in where beautiful things lie."

"I thought you said you retired the old profession?" You gave him a hard look, and he grinned devilishly.

"Old habits die hard, chérie. Besides, I've got to keep myself in practice, just in case." He propped himself up on an elbow and began to kiss at your shoulder, "Now lie down. You're tired."

"If you're trying to get me to fall asleep, this is not the way to do it." You moaned as he chuckled into your neck. Having had enough of his teasing, you straddled him and kissed him hard, digging your hands into his hair. He groaned and dragged his strong hands across your back, tugging on the vents of your shirt. You slowly pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily.

"Mon dieu, ma chérie, tu es incroyable." He said between labored breaths. You smirked.

"Oh, I know, darling." He attacked your lips again, rolling to the side to pin you down. You let your hands wander over his broad shoulders. After a few more desperate kisses, he rolled to the side and slipped his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor next to his boots.

"All right now chérie, you really do need to sleep." You groaned and shifted toward him.

"Oh fine, as long as you're here next to me."

"Of course." He wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your hair.

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You blinked awake as birds began to sing outside. Rolling over, you faced the empty bed beside you. It was always like this. Remy had to leave in the small hours of the morning or risk being caught. Nights of passion, mornings of loneliness. Every morning left you with a bitter pang in your chest, but you didn't hold it against him.

You slid out of bed and left your room to go to the bathroom down the hall. Logan was passing the other direction.

"Morning, Logan."

"Morning." He passed you but stopped short at a mysterious scent that wafted from you. It wasn't your natural scent; it was more masculine, spicy, and... Cajun. Logan walked to your room and pushed the door open, ready for a fight. No one was there. He moved to the bed; the smell was stronger. He had an intruder on his hands, and Logan was pretty sure who it was.