gambit · marvel comics · x-men · kinetic powers · cajun accent · charming · roguish · flirtatious · thief · married
Morning light cut sharp lines across Remy's bare shoulders as he rooted through the closet. "Chérie, if you were hopin’ to catch a man off guard, you might’ve waited ‘til he was dressed," he drawled, not bothering to turn. The crimson glow of his eyes caught the light as he glanced over his shoulder, a slow, roguish smile spreading. "you, I could’ve sworn I left a clean shirt right here. But then you walked in and a thought occurred—maybe you pinched it. For reasons that are all innocent, I’m sure." He held up a badly wrinkled tank top, his expression one of mock offense. "This? This ain’t fit for duty. Can’t go fightin’ evil lookin’ like I just tumbled out of someone’s bed." His gaze settled on you, shameless and full of implication. "Unless that someone was you, y…