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“I’m afraid so. Everyone needs to be spread out for these missions. I understand that this comes at an inopportune time.” Charles lamented, looking at all the mutants around the table.

“Roguie, we’ll be fine. Come on,” a woman softly called, grabbing the mutant gently. “Let’s go to our room. We need to get ready.”

Dejected, Anna-Marie followed the other woman’s lead back to their shared room. They were silent as they walked through the school, holding hands in silent comfort. As soon as they got inside the room, Rogue immediately went to collapse on the bed. But there was something, or rather someone, that stopped her.

“Whoa there, chere. You alrigh’ now?” Remy asked, catching the falling woman in his arms. Rogue only murmured incoherently as she burrowed her face into his shirt covered chest.

“Wha’s da mattah, chere? Why you actin’ so down?” He left a kiss on her hair before looking at the other woman in the room. She came over and sat next to him, placing a hand on Rogue’s back.

“She just found out we’re all going to be somewhere else for the 14th.” At this, Rogue buried herself deeper into Gambit’s chest, holding it close and breathing in deeply.

“I know it’s selfish, but it’s our first Valentine’s Day. I just wanted to be together, ya know?” She lamented, being close to tears.

“We’ll figure something out, sweetheart,” the other woman tried to reassure her. “Come on, let’s sleep on it. We won’t get anything done tonight.”

Reluctantly, everyone began to get up and get ready for bed. But as they did there was a sense of melancholy in the air. No one quite wanted to sleep, not with so much uncertainty in the air. But it was going it be for the best. They could tackle the dilemma they faced. Rogue stood in the bathroom, brushing her hair out as she began to let her mind wander.

Cutting her eyes up, she saw her other two lovers through the mirror in front of her changing and moving about the room. While it was something that was relatively new, the three of them had always been close to one another for years. It just took a pair of wax lips and an insistence on a New Year’s kiss to her for all of them to get together. She never detested her mutation more than when she saw the other two holding hands and being able to enjoy skin on skin contact.

Making sure that her gloves were secured back on her, Anna-Marie made her way into the bedroom again. Remy was already in the middle of bed, awaiting his girls patiently. As she switched with the other woman, Rogue felt a hand grace her stomach. A small touch that made her feel better, even if just a bit. She crawled into the bed, worming her way underneath the covers, and putting her face on Gambit’s covered chest, careful to avoid contact.

It was not too much longer before their girlfriend joined on the other side of the man. They did not speak, but they just enjoyed each other’s company for a few moments before a yawn passed around the group. “Allez dormir, mes chéris. Time for sleep.”

With practiced synchronicity, the women turned to switch off the lights on the bedside tables. Rogue remained with her back turned towards the other two. Gambit on his back moved his hand from underneath her head, to holding her thigh so that there was no chance of coming into contact with each other. Meanwhile, their girlfriend joined in, staying in her spot on Remy’s chest. This was how they went to bed that evening, and how they did so every evening. Before joining this little ragtag relationship, Rogue never thought she would be able to sleep in the same bed as another human being. But here she was.

In the morning, though, Remy awoke confused. One of his girlfriends was still in bed with him, and the other was gone. Shifting so that his pillow replaced his body, the man moved his girlfriend off of his chest before leaving to find the other one. Rogue was not usually out of bed this early, preferring to stay in even if she was already awake to enjoy the comfort of companionship a little longer.

However, Rogue was found by Remy in the study of the mansion, nursing a cup of hot tea. Walking up on her, he was careful not to startle her too much. Instead, Gambit pulled his chair beside hers quietly, before placing his hand on her shoulder.

“What’s eatin’ ya, chere?” He kept his voice down, enjoying the peace and serenity of the moment.

“I’m just upset about being without y’all on the fourteenth. Had a plan on makin’ y’all dinner.” She answered, wistfully.

“We can always have another Valentine’s Day together after we get back. Or even before, Rogue. We ain’t gotta do it on the fourteenth.” Remy tried to reassure her.

“What’s this I hear about you being upset, now?” Their girlfriend asked coming into the study room with her cup of coffee in hand. Snow began to fall outside the window they sat at. Planting herself in Remy’s lap, she ran her hands over Rogue’s shoulder and leg; really wherever she could reach.

Rogue smiled bitterly at her girlfriend, grabbing her bare hand in her gloved one. “Just bein’ unproductive with my woes, sugah.”

Not liking either of her loves being sad, or feeling bad in any sort of way, she crawled across to plant herself in her girlfriend’s lap. The woman was startled as she had never allowed this to happen before, but, hesitantly, her arms wrapped around the waist of her girl. Feeling her hair being smoothed down, Anna-Marie just allowed her girlfriend to maneuver her around. Kisses got placed over her hair in safe places, while Remy scooted even closer to hug them both tightly.

They stayed there for a while, even after others came and went from the kitchen nearby. No one really knew what to say to the throuple, so they just let the three of them sort themselves out. But no one was stalking. They were just sitting there thinking far too much.

“Hey,” Rogue started up, still buried in her shirt, “what if we left something in our duffles for us to open on the fourteenth so we at least have a little something?”

“Like a present?” Remy asked, kissing her covered shoulder.

“Yeah. Or maybe a note. Something is better than nothing.” Their girlfriend quipped, tracing random patterns on Rogue’s back.

“Or letters?” This caused everyone to perk up.

“That’s a good idea, chere. I’m sure we can do that no problem.” Gambit smiled at his girlfriends. Grabbing both of their hands, the Cajun pulled both ladies back towards their room, abandoning their mugs in the kitchen sink without a second thought.

After they climbed the stairs, Remy grabbed Anna-Marie in his arms to carry her over the threshold. She began to giggle at his antics, and even more so when she was plopped down onto the bed. Their other girlfriend came around and carried in her hands paper, pens, and colorful markers. When she saw the duel raised eyebrows, she sheepishly added, ”for the envelopes.”

True to her word, there were envelopes buried under the mountain of paper she held. As she passed them out, she also gave each of them a hard cover book to use underneath to write on.

“Alright, let’s get started,” and so they did.

Each person was tucked away on a different section of the bed, knees up to use as a desk and furiously writing. Two different letters were being drafted by all three of them; one for each partner. As they finished, without speaking, they all began to decorate their envelopes.

Remy was just trying to scratch both their names out legibly before moving on to decoration. Rogue fiddled with the gel pens, doodles filling up the page surrounding their names. And their girlfriend put swirls, and stars, and hearts all over the paper. By the end of their little activity, everyone was giddy. They sneakily put their letters inside the designated envelopes, trying to ensure that no one saw what they wrote for each other.

Once the letters were safely contained, they stashed them together in each other’s duffel bags. After they were done, the throuple made their way onto the bed again, clearing it of any craft supplies that they had left. Gambit assumed his position in the middle, letting his girls cuddle into his sides again.

He left kisses on both their heads, and was rewarded with kisses to his chest from each. “We gonna get through dis, cheres. We gon’ be alright.”