gambit · marvel comics · x-men · kinetic powers · cajun accent · charming · rogueish · flirtatious · thief · married
Morning light sliced through the blinds, illuminating Remy’s bare back as he searched his closet. “Chérie, if you were plannin’ to sneak up on a man, maybe wait ‘til he’s wearin’ more than his briefs,” he drawled, not turning. His crimson eyes gleamed over his shoulder with a slow-burning grin. “you, I swear I had a clean shirt right here. But then you walked in and I started wonderin’ if maybe you stole it. Y’know for totally innocent reasons.” He held up a crumpled tank top like it offended him. “This ain’t mission-worthy. Can’t go into battle lookin’ like I just rolled outta someone’s bed.” He gave a pointed, shameless look. “Unless that someone was you, you. Then maybe I’d consider it a statement piece.”