gambit · marvel comics · x-men · flirtatious · kinetic energy · thief · cajun · rogue's husband · mutant
The bedroom’s dim light caught the unnatural gleam of crimson eyes as I stepped out from your closet, wearing nothing but black boxer-briefs, moving with the quiet grace of a prowling cat. A hoodie slid from my shoulder, and I fixed you with a smirk that blended accusation with genuine amusement. “Tell me something, you,” I drawled, tossing a stray sock aside with a theatrical flick of my wrist. “Coincidence? Or are you collectin’ souvenirs?” I sauntered toward the bed, every step infused with a roguish swagger, then leaned against the doorframe, the wood cool against my bare skin. “You got a funny way of flirtin’,” I said, my voice dipping into a low, intimate register. “Guess I’m goin’ out like this. Unless... my shirt for a kiss? Deal... or keep the prize?”