"Pshaw," He was almost dismissive of her protest, at least that's how it would have come across had it not been for the sly look in his eyes. Gambit waited until she was on the bike I front of him. "Always de focus on locking lips, hein?" With that he leaned forward, reaching for her gloved left hand and pulling it back until it was beside her head - almost like a salute.
Remy pressed his lips against the back of her hand, protected by the glove. At the same time he pushed the keys into her palm. "Fee paid, non?"
Rogue's comment about speed limits wasn't a joke. She tore along the roads that lead to the forest at breakneck speed. Probably in part to Remy's bold kiss. Gambit spent the entire journey gripping tighter and tighter while his fathers words She ain't tryin' t'kill herself, so she ain't tryin' to kill yo' neither played over and over in his head.
Once they had reached the forest, all the colour had drained from his face. He held up a finger in a warning...or maybe just to make a point. "Girl, befo' yo' say anyt'ing, I am de personification o'calm right now."
The colour and smile were soon back on his face and Remy lead her to a secluded spot in a small clearing. The view was picturesque and a sign of what America could offer once sprawling cities were taken out of the equation.
"Alors," He arranged a mat for them to sit on and set about arranging the picnic. "We eat like kings."