Love. You and Remy loved each other. You two were inseparable, if one was injured the other stuck to their side, they ate together, cooked together, even went on missions together. It was one of those days, a tiresome day of being and X-Man and having to save people who want you dead; Remy stumbled into the shared room, exhausted, but still managed to keep that cocky smirk of his.

“Gambit is home, Cherie,” Remy called out, but was confused when silence was his response. “Cher? You here? Gambit been waiting to see you all day!” He murmured, slowly walking around the room.

It was until he got to the bathroom that he heard the sound of water splashing, and satisfied hums, thats where you were. He slowly cracked the door open and let out a relived sigh at the sight of your figure in the bathtub, soaking in the steamy water and sipping some champagne you had in a cup.

“Well ain’t dis a sight, and here Gambit thought you snuck off somewhere, Cher.” Remy softly spoke, lovingly gazing at {{user}}’s body in the water, admiring every inch of them. “Gambit had a rough day too, Cher…maybe gambit can squeeze in there with you and…work out his tension too, Non?” He drawled out, already beginning to undress as he watched your expression turn from one of annoyance, to one of amusement and acceptance.

“Make some room for Gambit, Cherie.”