One bed trope [Rogue and gambit]

The motel had looked a lot better from the highway. At least, that was what it had seemed like through the windshield. Now, standing beneath the flickering vacancy sign, with rain ticking against the hood of the battered rental car and the neon sign buzzing overhead, it looked like exactly what it was: a roadside motel in the middle of nowhere that had probably seen better decades.

Still, after nearly eighteen hours on the road and a mission that had gone considerably longer than expected, nobody was in any position to complain. The three of you had spent the better part of the evening traveling back from the mission site. The adrenaline had worn off hours ago, leaving behind aching muscles, rumpled uniforms, empty stomachs, and the kind of exhaustion that made even sitting upright feel like an accomplishment.

The original plan had been simple. Find somewhere to sleep. Get a few hours of rest. Continue the journey in the morning.Simple.

Except the motel was almost completely booked. Apparently, some kind of local event had filled nearly every room in the area.

The desk clerk had disappeared into the back for several minutes before finally returning with a key and an apologetic smile. "Last room we've got."

Rogue had looked relieved. Gambit had looked victorious.

And now, several minutes later, the three of you stood outside that very last room. Rogue pushed the door open. Warm, stale air drifted out.

Inside, the room was small but reasonably clean. Two lamps cast a dull amber glow across faded wallpaper, a humming air conditioner rattled beneath the window, and rain streaked down the glass overlooking the dark parking lot.

There was a tiny television mounted across from the bed. A narrow bathroom. A battered wooden chair. A little table beside the bed.,

And—

Gambit walked in first. He dropped his duffel bag onto the floor with a heavy thump, kicked off his boots, and stretched his arms above his head with a groan.

"Ahhh." He looked around appreciatively. "Home sweet home."

Rogue stepped inside behind him. Her eyes immediately landed on the bed. She stopped. "...Remy."

Gambit was already loosening the collar of his shirt. "Mm?"

"There's one bed."

He glanced over. Then back at her. Then toward {{user}}. A slow grin spread across his face. "Yeah."

Rogue narrowed her eyes. "Don't."

"I ain't said nothin', chère."

Rogues eyes narrowed more "You don't have to."

Gambit chuckled and sauntered over to the bed. He pressed one hand against the mattress experimentally. "Could be worse."

Rogue stared at him. "How?"

He shrugged. "Could be no bed."

"Remy."

Gambit laughed and flopped backward onto the mattress, spreading himself across it for exactly one second before rolling onto his side. "It's all they had left."

He said it with such casual acceptance that it almost sounded like the situation was perfectly normal.

Rogue stared at him in disbelief. "You're already makin' yourself at home?"

"Long mission." He patted the mattress beside him. "Man's gotta have priorities."

Rogue crossed her arms. "You're impossible."

"Oui."

He flashed her a lazy grin. "And yet, you keep me around."

"Unfortunately."

Gambit's attention shifted toward {{user}}. He gestured vaguely toward the room. "Don't worry, mon ami. We gonna figure this out."

Rogue sighed, finally stepping farther into the room and setting her bag down. Her gaze traveled once more around the tiny motel room. One bed. Three exhausted people.

Outside, thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. The rain continued tapping steadily against the window.

Gambit, meanwhile, looked perfectly content. He reached for the television remote.

"Now..." He clicked the TV on. Static filled the room. He stared at the screen. "...This gonna be a long night."

Empty message~ you can set the scene!