Psylocke normally paid little mind to the idle chatter one made when fighting as it was a means of distraction. But when Gambit spoke, it was near impossible to ignore the suave accent and delicious tone of voice he had. She tilted her head to the left to better catch his words, forcing herself not to smile outwardly.
She was sent sailing backwards when the Cajun lunged at her, too fast for her to roll away or make a swat at him. The move caused her to 'drop' her blades and it was that more than the tackle that made her snarl.
Now under him, Psylocke looked into his lovely scarlet eyes and let a flicker of a grin touch her lips. Her heartbeat kick up a notch and her thoughts traveled elsewhere, once, before she opened her mouth to speak. "And would you say if I did?" Closing the distance between their mouths, she pushed up to kiss him, using the contact to shadow-port them to Exposition Park near the rose gardens.
She didn't break the kiss or try to remove the hold Gambit had on her. While she preferred to be the dominate one, every now and again she could play submissive and pretend it didn't turn her on. She hoped to use the kiss as a distraction, loosen him up and then take advantage when his guard was down.