Disclaimer: All X-men used in this story belong solely to Marvel and no one may 
make a profit out of it. The song comes from the Lion King by Disney.
Notes: I’m not really sure where this story took place( I mean it never took 
place anyway...) but I’m trying to fit it in a place when Gambit has just 
recovered from the after-effects of Rogue’s kiss in X-men #45 so Rogue is not 
around. Also, some of the X-men are away. *grin* Send all comments to 
gamine@post1.com
***WARNING: MAY BE SEXUALLY EXPLICIT IN CERTAIN AYS. YOU’VE HAD YOUR WARNING****
Wild Hearts(2/3)
by Gamine
 
Can you feel the love tonight,
The peace the evening brings.
The world for once, in perfect harmony,
With all its living things.
Can you feel the love tonight
You needn't look too far.
Stealing through the night's uncertainties
Love is where they are.
"Gambit?"
Remy LeBeau turned around, the action causing his long reddish brown hair to fly 
out like a sheet of silk. Sensuous shadows reached out their hands and played 
across his classic jawline as the refreshingly icy night breeze caressed his 
hair. She could see the rippling of muscles along his lean, sinewy and lithe 
frame. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. He was sitting at the edge of 
the rooftop and had it been any other X-men, she might have feared for them. But 
she knew better. Gambit was surprisingly agile and would not lose his balance.
His exotic red on black eyes hardened and he immediately shut down his thoughts 
with a psychic barrier as soon as he recognised her, despite the fact that her 
features were barely visible through the shadows. His unusual eyes had enhanced 
his night vision significantly. All she could read of his surface thoughts were 
suspicion. His handsome face had hardened into an unreadable poker face.
"Oui Jeannie?"
Jean stepped out the shadows. The pale moonlight seemed to be embracing her, 
bathing her in its light. Her flaming red hair was illuminated by that very 
source of light and she looked radiant and an aura of mystery surrounded her, 
like the untouchable Dark Phoenix she once was. The smooth silk negligee flapped 
around her upper thighs.
Despite himself, Gambit could not resist taking a longer glance at her. Jean was 
a truly magnificent woman, like the other women in the mansion. She had soft 
womanly curves all in the right place and a slim waist. She was a woman, full 
and ripe in every sense, like every woman in the mansion. However they were all 
different in their own special way, which probably accounted for the types of 
men they were currently involved with. Jean’s emerald green eyes reflected her 
mood. Her longing. Lust. Gambit’s empathy which he tried to keep hidden from the 
X-men was working overtime. He could sense her longing, her loneliness. He felt 
uncomfortably restless but kept his cool.
She glided across the roof of the roof gracefully and sat down cross-legged 
beside him and stared thoughtfully into the distance before turning to look at 
him with searching eyes. He looked away from her and stared straight into the 
distant sky. Although he was mentally unresponsive, his body betrayed him. He 
could feel a strong erection coming on and he silently thanked God that he was 
wearing loose boxer shorts.
It was not his fault he felt this way. It was his natural reaction to anything 
beautiful. He had been taught to see the beauty in things. He admired her 
beauty.
After falling in love with Rogue, Remy had sworn not to go near or be intimate 
with any others. But how Rogue had left him and he no longer bound to his oath. 
He was lonely. Lonely for her and her only.
He leaned over suddenly and stared into the green depths of her eyes. Jean 
smiled seductively. Her full, sensuous lips parted slightly, revealing a row of 
perfect pearly white teeth. She put one slender arm on his broad shoulder.
Abruptly he turned away, his heart screaming no while his body screamed yes in 
desire. Filled with disgust and hatred for himself, he refused to look at her. 
Under his psychic barrier, he was fighting, struggling to regain control of 
himself.
Memories flooded through him. They were Rogue, Rogue smiling, Rogue with her 
hands on her hip, Rogue glaring at him affectionately, Rogue’s tears. Love. It 
was his love for her that caused this misery. Love that bandaged him when he was 
hurt. Love that had conquered all, with or without touch. He had learnt to trust 
again through this medium of self-expression. Remy LeBeau had loved many and 
these loves had withered away. He had lost so many he could not afford to lose 
another. Rogue, the woman he loved once, loved now and would love forever.
"Jean. I can’. I’m sorry." His refusal cut sharply through the taut silence, It 
was husky and soft but loud enough for Jean to hear it. The wind rose and 
carried his words away and scattered them across the oceans then died down.
Jean felt hurt and unwanted. She felt lonely. Was it too much to ask for so 
little? She thought not. She stared down at her perfectly shaped calves. All her 
wanted was a cure to her loneliness, satisfy her loss both physical and mental. 
She was becoming angry. The wild side of her, suppressed and restrained over the 
years, emerged.
Telepathy was her speciality. She could kill someone just by thinking about it, 
the power of her mind was so strong. When Jean really wanted something, she 
would get it. Either subtly or by force. And she wanted Gambit.
His psychic barrier had broken down partially. She pried it open slightly and 
images of Rogue flooded through her. She smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly. 
She changed her voice, bringing it to a drawl.
"Remy, turn around."
Gambit froze.
"Remy ah want ta touch me."
Gambit blinked in surprise and turned away.
Rogue. His Roguie.
Rogue smiled slyly at him, dressed only in a thin silk negligee. She ran one 
finger down the smooth skin of her calf. The sight of Rogue doing that Rogue 
excited him greatly and he could feel himself sexually aroused.
"Rogue ma cherie."
"Who else sugah?"
Everything clicked into place. Sugah. Rogue’s trademark.
"Remy. Touch me. I can control mah powers. And tonight ya’re mine. Mine alone."
Gambit could not believe what he was hearing. He stood up and looked own at 
Rogue from his six foot two inches advantage point. He didn’t know what to make 
of the entire situation.
"Remy please trust me. Ah know ya can. Touch me."
Gambit took a deep breath and stared into Rogue’s green eyes. Trust and longing 
pulled at his heartstrings.
"Well cherie, if I do dis , I do it in style."
The moon was silhouetted behind them. He the very picture of manhood and she the 
very essence of womanhood. He tall and darkish handsome, she slim and beautiful. 
A soft breeze rose. Rogue’s white streak of hair brushed across his hand as he 
brought his hand up to embrace her. Tiny silver stars twinkled in the dark 
velvety sky.
All Remy had eyes for was Rogue now. How her sweet womanly scent filled his 
nose. How her soft silky hair brushed against him. How much him loved this 
woman. Their lips parted and they kissed, the breeze tangling their hair 
together as one. Drank each other in.
Jean smiled to herself as she lost herself in that kiss. The kiss of passion 
beyond what she had ever known. The kiss of love and trust. Clasping Remy closer 
to herself, she closed her eyes and returned the passion of that kiss with full 
force. Passion and satisfaction was hers tonight. Only hers.
To be continued in Wild Hearts Chapter Three (Conclusion)