Interior, Gambit’s bedroom. The room is lit by candlelight, with a bottle of champagne chilling on ice in a bucket on the bedside table. The bed is freshly made with silk sheets. A stereo is playing in the corner (if we can show the lyrics, it’s Barry White.)
Enter Gambit and Rogue.
ROGUE: There’s just no point, Remy. I know you love me, but my powers are my curse, we both know that. The second ah touch you, ah’ll steal your mind and your powers.
GAMBIT: So you keep saying, ma petite chere…but I’m a gambler, non? I’m willing to press my luck, especially when the rewards…
He leans in.
GAMBIT: …are worth the risk.
Rogue pulls away, but not too far.
ROGUE: Ah, ah can’t, ah can’t risk it…
GAMBIT: You’re not the one taking the risk, amie. I am…
He leans in again, and this time his lips make contact.
GAMBIT: Definitely worth it.
Rogue’s eyes widen in shock. Speechless, she allows Gambit to lead her to the bed. He sits down and pulls her down to him. They kiss again, more passionately and longer this time.
ROGUE: Ah don’t believe it!
GAMBIT: Neither do I, chere. You never expected a man to kiss you but you still wore flavored lip gloss.
Rogue giggles, and the two of them clinch together in a longer, more fevered embrace. Gambit pulls Rogue’s gloves off and takes her hand in his, and then reaches out to undress her further…
Suddenly, the stereo stops.
He leaps to his feet.
ROGUE: What’s the problem, sugah? It’s probably just the end of the CD, and…say, did you hear something?
GAMBIT (fumbling with the stereo player): No! No, ma petite chere fille amie, it’s probably just, um, the pounding of your heart.
ROGUE: No, it sounds like it’s coming from under the bed.
GAMBIT: What? Ahahahahaha! Oh, that’s rich. There’s nobody under the bed!
ROGUE: Who said anything about a person?
GAMBIT: Nobody! You’re just imagining crazy talk, that’s all. Worrying about nothing. Now let me–
ROGUE: That was a thump. Ah distinctly heard a thump.
GAMBIT: It was nothing! I mean, nobody! I mean–
Rogue gets up and kneels down next to the bed. She peers underneath the hanging bedspread.
ROGUE: Oh mah God! Is that Leech!?!
GAMBIT: I can explain, ma petite chere petite fille petite–
ROGUE: Did you tie him up down there?
GAMBIT: A little, maybe, but it was for us!
ROGUE: When were you going to let him go?
GAMBIT: Um. Depends. You gonna stay the night?